My name is Domitus Artorius....

... I grew up in the height of the during the Interregnum. My family have inhabited the province of Cyrodiil since the first Alessian uprising, and henceforth we have defended the Empire of men, the Ruby Throne and the Amulet of Kings. It is for these reasons that I have had to abandon my home province, the jewel of the Empire.
         That gutter-rat Abnur Tharn and his body snatching swine of an ally Mannimarco have manipulated the Duke of Chorrol, Varen Aquilarios into seizing the Ruby Throne from the unjust Reachmen. Then they foolishly meddled with the divines power by trying to manipulate the Amulet of the Kings to grant Varen the power of Dovahkiin, to rule with Divine right. The heathens! Now Varen has disappeared and Mannimarco has risen an army of the dead to destroy and reshape the Empire to his will!
         Tamriel has fractured! Three factions now rise to greet this new unholy threat, in the North West: the just and true Daggerfall Covenant who seek to restore the glory days of the old Reman Dynasty, creating a mercantile golden age for all of Tamriel (though on my head no Breton, reachman or no, will sit on the Ruby Throne again after we finally ousted the Longhouse Emperors). In the North East the Ebonheart Pact, a group of separatists who wish to see undone the good the Empire has brought Tamriel over countless generations! They are nothing more than slaves, slave drivers, and uneducated cavemen who like to play with their war hammers and fight over who should be that ever growing fallacy of "High King"! In the South lies the true threat.... The Aldmeri Dominion... No one people have ever threatened the autonomy of man as the mer have. These beasts (as there is no better term to describe their brutality, let alone their alliance with house pets) have sought for generations to subjugate men under the rule of elves (if not to eliminate us entirely) once more, like in the time before the Alessian Covenant!
         Amongst all this physical threat comes a even more vile threat, daedric anchors have begun falling from the sky, hoardes of the beasts have flooded the plains of Tamriel! It is these combined reasons which mean I must leave my ancestral Anvil home, tonight I sail, under the cloak of night, across the Abecean Sea, along the coast of my beloved Hammerfell, till I reach the Iliac Bay, where I will seek out King Emeric and plead with him for assistance, even if it means dividing the war effort, we must discover and stop the source of this daedric assault... once and for all!

Akatosh! Oh Great Dragon! I pray you give me the time I require to protect your Tamriel!
Arkay! Our Shepherd through this walk of life! Guide me so that I may live a little longer, so that others can have new life, a future for our people!
Dibella! Goddess of Beauty! Your eminent allure echoes throughout Tamriel, but now it is under threat, help me preserve your beauty in all it's glory!
Julianos! The Wise! Let your wisdom mean I am never led astray, guide me so that I do not deviate from my goal!
Kynareth! Wind of the World! Give me haste in my sail as I travel, grant me safety and swiftness across the unconquered sea!
Mara! Our Lady of Love! Let people see the love and conviction in my heart and soul as I strive for this goal, unite us in love of life!
Stendarr! The Just! I do not ask for your charity nor your mercy, all that I ask for is a sliver of your luck so that, even if it shall be the end of me, it shall not be the end of Tamriel!
Zenithar! The Great Merchant! My family's funds may not be as great as they once were, but I ask that you help me make ever last drake count to fund my expedition!

The Empire is Law, The Law is Sacred
Praise be Akatosh and all the Divines.

Turdas, 3rd of Rain's Hand  2E 582