The Hero's Will

I am Jogan, a former prisoner in the Imperial Prisons of Cyrodiil. But after the Emperor himself came to my cell and I was freed so I could assist in his escape from a cult of murderous daedra worshipers. His remaining Guard, the Blades, a illegitimate guild founded by ancient Akaviri warriors to serve under a dragonborn's rule, allowed me to come with them. I used my skills from being a former Spell Knight for High Rock to kill seemingly hundreds of red cloak-wearing cultists.

But in the end, I watched in horror as a cultist wielding a cursed dagger and equally cursed armor assassinated the unsuspecting Emperor from behind. We killed the assassin, but the damage was done.

Cyrodiil had no guiding hand, nor the preparations for what followed as the Dragonfires in the Temple District of the Imperial City went cold.

I swung the greatsword, cleaving a scamp's wretched head from it's shoulders. I wordlessly dispatched Dremora after Dremora, demon after demon. I suffered poisoning, burns from the erupting lava lakes that I wa sforces to cross using magic, and worse of all, the death of every companion I've ever had.

A adoring fan from my days in the Arena, a Kvatch Knight I'd saved from death's clutches from an Oblivion Gate, and many a friend I'd lost to these demons.

After that terrible night, I resolved to destroy every cultist with my bare hands. From simple wretches who turned to daedra worship, to Mankar Camoran himself, they all died to my hands.

What was my reward for saving the entirety of Nirn from Mehrunes Dagon's unbridled destructive power? A syit of armor, poorly repainted and decorated from the obvious city guard's armor.

It was disrespectful. No title, weapon, or even suit of armor can replace what damage the Empire had done to me by forcing my entry into those blasted gates. And for that I curse them to spend a single night in one, and I hope they realize the horrors I endured for them.

I saw bodies of innocents being burned alive in cages that were submerged in lava. Then to my horror, ressurected to endure the pain again. A simple fire resistant spell ir incantation can't save you from the flames and molten rock that they use to torture you. I know firsthand the horrible practices those blasted daedra condone.

And the Gods refuse to help them, they forsaken every person who loses against the Armies of Dagon. No matter their age, race, or creed.

After watching and enduring the tortures when I was captured at the Siege of Kvatch, I resolved to ignore the 'Gods' and end the reign of the daedra myself.

And so I've done for years. The few people I do meet when I'm not traveling in the daedric realm of Oblivion tell me that it's currently the two-hundreth and twenty-third year of the Fourth Era. And I don't disagree with them, after all, time flows differently when you're forsaken by the Gods to forever walk the hellish lands of Oblivion.

But all that changed when I got angry at being unable to leave the realm, and smashed a Sigil Stone on my sword and screamed with all my might, "TO OBLIVION WITH YOUR CURSE! I WILL LEAVE THIS REALM AND GET MY REVENGE ON THE EMPIRE!"

The ground shook with every syllable I yelled, most likely because I've grown in power from the many battles and many Sigil Stones I've destroyed to enchant my broken gear.

But when the ground continued to shake even after I've shouted my last, I knew trouble was on the horizon. And so I readied my greatsword and glared at the Nord-sized shadow charging toward me with two smaller forms accompanying it.

I changed my stance to deliver a slash that had cleaved a entire line of daedric creatures asunder with a single performance. And as soon as the figures were in range of my attack, I froze.

What I saw before me nearly made me collapse.

Humans... I hadn't seen another living human with a soul in what felt like eternity. I was so... what's the word? Touched? Surprised? Eh, doesn't matter.

I dropped to my knees and my entire hatered for the Gods crumbled when I saw a emblem of Stendarr on the Nord's armor.

And with a heave, the exhaustion as the nonstop battles and travel finally caught up with me and I blacked out.