Death Certificate Content . 23 Morning Star 3E 400 « a href = " Dungeons % 20 % 28Daggerfall % 29 " > Random dungeon < / a » Two days I was sealed within this crypt without food or water . I do not know whether hunger or poor health or one of the creatures who share this dank hole with me will kill me first - - I only know that I will soon be dead , and not even my bones with remain . My hope is that in the years that come , this letter will be read and the sad story of Arthago , Prince of Sentinel will be told . I am fifteen years old at the time of this writing , and have been plagued with bad health for most of my life , to the frustration of my hearthy parents . The finest healers and apothecaries in western Tamriel have labored over my every cough and fever , but while they could save my life time and time again , they could not improve my sickly constitution . In retrospect , I received little real affection from the king and queen , embarrassed as they were about begetting such a cripple as the heir of the kingdom . I cannot say I missed the love ; I received much attention from the doctors , priests , and herbalists constantly at court . Certainly I was not to be the sort of warrior that King Cameron was , but one of my dearest friends , a priest of Stendarr said that I might be the first scholar - king in the history of Sentinel . My younger sister Aubk - i was the true favorite of my parents : athletic , beautiful , and charming . It is hard to think of an uncomplimentary word for her . I am resigned to my imminent death , and yet , I would like to see her once again . For six years , Aubk - i and I were the only children of Sentinel . Eight years ago , the queen had a boy child and named him Greklith , after the ancient Redguard word for Strong King . Few speak that tongue any longer , but all the scholars and nobles of Hammerfell understood . And Greklith is a strong boy indeed - - I have never seen so much as seen him cough . The Queen ' s next child , born only a year after Greklith , had an even more ominous birthname - - Lhotun . Second Boy . Perhaps had I been less sheltered , more suspicious by nature , I might have read into these nominations . Lhotun and Greklith are common enough names in our family , I reasoned . Now I know that even then , I was disinherited - - even if it was not official yet . For several months before Lhotun ' s birth and over three years afterward , I was in the throes of a very serious fever . The doctors despaired of me , but somehow and very , very gradually , I recovered . For the first time , and the last , I read an expression on my father , the King ' s face that was not indifference . It was disgust . That was a fortnight ago . Three nights ago , I was seized by men I had never seen while I was having a walk . My norsemaid stood by watching placidly as I was gagged and tied and thrown roughly into a sack . I do not know how long they rode with me , but I was eventually left here . When I finally freed myself from my bonds , I found that I was alone . My wanders have gotten me nowhere . This place is filled with undead creatures that prevent me from finding any exit . I have no hope left , but no fear either . A few regrets . Perhaps had I studied magic instead of history and science I could free myself of this place . One of my tutors told the story of the Underking , how he had placed his lifeforce in the body of a powerful being and had thus conquered all Tamriel long , long ago . Had I only had the strength of a more powerful body like that . But I did not study magic . I studied history , so I leave this letter - - not to revenge myself but as an historic document .