The Chorrol Crier Content . THE CHORROL CRIER Issue 21 Morning Star , 579 Greetings to my loyal readers . Here ' s what happened in town since Issue 20 : Seems that everyone has recovered from the New Life Festival , though Verene continues to celebrate . Darvell is at it again . He passed out several times near the Oak and Crossier this month . He claims not to have been drinking but overcome by fumes from the ground . Darvell insists that there ' s something underground , something only he can sense . Fumes indeed ; poor Vanny ! The Quickstep Bandits struck again , stealing hay and rope from Zegol ' s storehouse . That should improve Zegol ' s ever - sunny disposition , no ? Prefect Doran swears she ' ll do something about the clamor of the merchants around Little Oak Place . The constant bickering over display space must end . Something needs to be done to cut down on the merchants in town . Porcia should have Domitius throw out every other one . < nowiki > * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * < / nowiki > THE CHORROL CRIER Issue 23 Sun ' s Height , 579 Apologies to my readers — the events of the last months have prevented me from writing the Crier . But now I resume my duties . The upheavals in Chorrol , both personal and physical , continue . The quakes never stop while the chasm grows ever wider and its list of victims longer . I can ' t bear to name all those we lost during the cataclysm . Every family has suffered . A walk through town highlights the missing more than the still - present . Still no explanation for the upheaval . Folks here call it the " Sundering . " Darvell insists that he smelled the chasm before Chorrol was torn asunder . He ' s acting even odder than before , if that ' s possible . When Prefect Doran was taken by a creature from the chasm , we looked to Domitius for leadership , but he refused . I have taken up the role , until someone else wants it . I sent Ethyan and Larian to the Imperial Ciy , to see if more is known of these events . And to request aid for our ruined town . < nowiki > * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * < / nowiki > THE CHORROL CRIER Issue 24 Hearthfire , 579 As most know , Ethyan and Larian returned from their journey last week . None of the news was good . They didn ' t make it to the city . The bridges are gone and monsters roam the banks of Lake Rumare . Our scouts heard rumors from refugees fleeing the city . No aid is coming ; the city lies in ruins . The cataclysm that split Chorrol in half also devastated the Imperial City . Some say it originated there . Larian reports the city folk called it the " Soulburst , " though none knew why . Emperor Varen is missing . Some say he died in the upheaval , others that he was just badly injured . Maybe it was his soul that burst ? The Five Companions are all missing as well . Some say that Sai Sahan killed the emperor and stole the Amulet of Kings . Others claim it was Lyris . Only confusion reigns in the Imperial City now . And in Chorrol as well . Creatures of flame lurk in the chasm now , seizing any who venture near . Fumes from the fiery depths have caused several Chorrolians to pass out while crossing the bridge and topple to their deaths . At least the fumes and monsters have chased away the merchants who used to infest Little Oak Place . I suspect we ' ll miss them in the months to come though . < nowiki > * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * < / nowiki > THE CHORROL CRIER Issue 25 First Seed , 580 It ' s been many months since my last issue . I don ' t seem to have the energy for it anymore . I ' ll try to be better . Chorrol teeters on the edge . Quakes shake the town almost every day . Our homes fall down around us . The chasm almost feels like part of the town now . It ' s hard to remember what Chorrol was like without it . Many have left . Those who remain either have nowhere else to go or are too stubborn to give up . We ' re all just hanging on , waiting for we know not what . Nowhere else is any better . They say the Tharns have seized control of the Empire , though they control little more than the city and Lake Rumare ' s environs . Clivia Tharn is now Empress Regent ; may the she - wolf choke on the title . Armed gangs roam the countryside , Imperial Army deserters gone bad . True soldiers are rarely seen , as they hide in their keeps . Rumors of war with the barbarian nations outside Cyrodiil are heard every day . They smell the Empire ' s weakness and look to conquer the jewel of Tamriel . The gods help us all . < nowiki > * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * < / nowiki > THE CHORROL CRIER Final Issue Sun ' s Dusk , 580 Sorry , but I can ' t do this anymore . This is the last issue of the Crier , unless someone else takes it up . I keep hoping things will get better , but they only get worse . Each quake brings another piece of my house down and slides it a little closer to the chasm . I keep expecting it to fall in any day . When it does , I ' ll go with it . Ethyan does his best , but the house is more patches than holes now . Armies march past the town , sometimes right through it . Never the Imperial Army , always troops from the Covenant or Dominion . Food is scarce , crops stolen or trampled by the invaders . We ' re slowly starving here . No place else to go . War is everywhere . Bandits pillage at will . Travelers tell of monsters roaming the countryside . The few merchants who made it here are too scared to leave . Not that they have much to sell . Who can fix this ? It can ' t be fixed . This is the way things are now , until we die . The gods have left Cyrodiil . I wish you all luck , but you won ' t find it .