Bard Lindsey Stirling
Once I was done I traveled the to capitol Cyrodiil and there walked the roads of the Hero of Kavach. I learned songs from every land and magic from a long time traveling companion. I ran with pirates of Topal Bay and walked with the migrating trees of the Bosmer. I cross the great desert of the Kajit and watched the elves of the Summerset isles celebrate the rebirth.
I was in Daggerfall researching the fall of Jagar Tharn when I was approached by a weakened and filthy man. He was blind and near death and nearly pulled me down when he found me. He called me by name and begged me to find them. The Trinity of Fate that the end was coming and only I could find them and fulfill the Dovakiins final words. Hate was spreading like a plague that the deadra were going to break through. The only thing that could stop them was me.
The man just moments ago appearing near death was standing in tattered grey robes a fully realized beacon of power. With a silken sound of steel leaving a scabbard he drew a Katana of the Blades. “Go child I will hold them here. You are Tamriels last hope.” The blind man stepped forward and raised his sword to the men pulling themselves from the earth.
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