Let me start with who I am. My name is Dark Wish.
For a year now I have been searching for my soul and challenging myself to the toughest tests in Tamriel. I fight in the shadows and I bring death quickly to my foes. I have fought all my battles side by side with my wife, Loralai the sorcerer. While I tell myself I protect her, she is more ferocious and devastating to our enemies than I could ever be.
A year after our journeys had begun we had finally walked out of the Dragonstar arena, injured, exhausted but victorious. We parted with our comrades and decided it was time to take our skills into Cyrodil and fight back against the Daggerfall and Aldmeri scum, that had been tormenting our brothers and sisters.
We joined the fight through the Southern Morrowind gate, given basic training and told to get to the front. Our forces had stormed all but 2 keeps that morning and were ready to surround the Imperial City making way for a new emperor. I stuck to the back providing bow support and setting up my trebuchet to take down walls, while Loralai ran in care free at the front healing our allies and laughing in the face of the enemy. When we finally took Castle Roebeck I felt a great sense of pride and cheered with my comrades. The city was ours. At least for a brief moment. The Daggerfall Covenant hit back swiftly, almost like they had been waiting for us to take the City. One by one they took each keep back from us. They moved as one unit, striking our walls as one, running in as one and moving straight onto the next without a pause. Each time they struck us we fought back hard and held them off as long as we could but their numbers were greater than ours and it wasn't long before we were down to our last keep, Chalman Keep. As with every battle before we held out as long as we could, my wife still filled with rage and craving Blue blood. Our outer keep wall fell and we were forced once again to retreat to the inner keep. They attacked the Eastern wall and it was down within seconds. We stood above dropping flaming oil down but the mob was too big, they moved past it like warm rain was spilling on their Dragon Scales. We were cornered above the stairs but they hadn't noticed us, we shot a few in the back as they climbed the stairs but that just got the mobs attention. We had no choice we were outnumbered at least 30 to 1, so we jumped. We crashed outside the keep, I was within an inch of death. Loralai picked me up, healed me and we snuck up the outer keep wall. Then we heard it, the cheer, the keep had been taken. Our brothers and sisters were all dead. We kept still on the outer wall, we felt dead inside, their blades couldn't hurt hurt us now, we felt a pain greater than any weapon could make. The enemy poured outside and cheered in their glory, they had announced a new emperor, one of their own. We lay quietly on the wall, numb and defeated. As we watched they slowly filtered away. We kept watch in case they decided to make a push for our scrolls but they went in many different directions. For now they were content. Slowly but surely they vanished. 10 left, then 4, then 3, then 1. One soldier remained, standing looking at his map. My wife looked at me and I knew exactly what she was thinking. We snuck as close to the wall edge as we could. I pulled my most Lethal Arrow out and pulled my bow back as far as I could. This soldier would pay for the assault on our Ebonheart Pact. This soldier would be every soldier we couldn't stop. He would feel the last push of our cause. My arrow flew and Loralai's lightning struck, he was on his knees before he knew what was happening. I pulled one more arrow out and made sure it flew true. I watched it strike him down and before his last breath had even left him we had already disappeared. We rolled off the outer keep wall and were riding home. We had not won the war that day but we had won a victory for ourselves ...
Ding Achievement Unlocked - Emperor Slayer!
