Blearily my eyes adjust to the bright lights of their new surroundings....To my right a soldier scurries out of a cave and overhead a dragon fades into the distance....dispassionately i turn away from him, disgusted at myself for the company it appears i am forced to keep. This is no way for an esteemed disciple of Mephala to be treated; forced to escape through a cave, fleeing my foe. I look to my lady for guidance before concluding that something is calling me North towards the Nordic town of Whiterun...i feel a deep seated power amongst the citizens, unbeknown to even themselves. With weary steps I head out, overtaking the pathetic soldier, and i think back to what has happened to lead me to this.
I was born in the late 4th century of the 3rd era, I am the son of Dunsalipal Dun-Ahhe, formerly a master in the Morag Tong. At a young age I was part of the early settlement of Vvardenfell and lived through the Blight of Vvardenfell. Several years later my father and I were in Cyrodiil through the Oblivion crisis and were pround to take credit for Mathieu Bellamont's defection against the Dark Brotherhood, we however underestimated one member of the guild that managed to save them from the extinction we were sent to bring about. In way of punishment we were recalled to Morrowind only to arrive as the Red Mountain erupted, in a desperate attempt to save the guild we tried to gather as many members as we could to try and restore us, however the Argonian invasion put an end to this.
Myself, my father and a low ranking member of the guild: Ravyn Imyan were the only three remaining behind, in a last fight against the reptilian beasts my father was caught in the neck by a stray arrow and was dead two days later from an ash infection. Distraught I vowed revenge against all Argonians, especially those sided with the Shadowscales, leading me to my greatest nemesis: The Dark Brotherhood.
Ravyn decided that he would be best served by finding any members of the Morag Tong remaining in Morrowind and search for a new base of operations. I decided that I would work to avenge my fatherĀ however I could, as I left the Morrowind border into Argonia my mind was working furiously for revenge and I headed into the city of Stormhold. I lived in the city for a number of decades growing to know my greatest enemies as well as I could. Again however disaster struck and I was caught up in the attack of Umbriel's forces during which i was captured by the discraced Shadowscales working with them. For over a hundred years I was tortured and when I finally escaped I had but one thought: to end the Brotherhood forever.
And so I travelled to High Rock with a band of corsairs and set upon Wayrest in the 188th year of the 4th era. My blade was bloodied that day and many of the Dark Brotherhood fell to my sword and my magic. In one final act of rebellion I razed the sanctuary to the ground, killing my so-called allies in the towering inferno said to have been visible as far away as Daggerfall. In an idiotic but predictable move the fool Listener, Alisanne Dupre, recalled the members of the sanctuary in Elsweyr to Cheydinhal, putting all of my enemies in the same place.
The next few months were spent planning my final assaults on the Brotherhood. As I infiltrated a group of Argonian skooma dealers I realised that this was my chance, my revenge on the leader of the Dark Brotherhood. And it was my blade that ended the worthless life of Dupre in the riots I led in Bravil. To my disgust the worthless reptiles were unable to stop one craven member of the Brotherhood from escaping with the body of the pathetically weak "Night Mother".
As the Brotherhood deteriorated they began to pull themselves apart from the inside, one member attempted a coup but was killed leaving me only three enemies left in Cyrodiil. I shortened this list to two when I murdered one in the streets of their own city. This though was my greatest mistake and I was forced to flee North into Skyrim where I was again captured, this time by Imperial soldiers and brought to where I am now.
And here I am in a new State and with no clear aim, only the teachings of my father and Mephala to keep me sane.....
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