Sanctioned Murder Summary . Known Locations ] ] : Content . From the Journal of Mjahlar Virian For as long as I can remember , my life has been devoted to one thing : taking the lives of others . These were not random killings . Only those who fell afoul of the law , who wronged the Houses of Morrowind , or who desecrated the sacred teachings of the Tribunal were fair game . Their lives were mine to take . Given to me , you might say , because they deserved to die . And I was very good at killing . My victims were mostly unaware that I was coming for them . Some knew they had wronged others : murdered an innocent , stole from the Houses , even bedded another ' s lover . But they would always claim they had done nothing wrong . That I was mistaken . That I had the wrong man or woman . With a blade at a throat , however , it ' s amazing how honestly and completely one makes a confession . One after another , I ended them . A swift slice across the throat . The shallow flesh parted , the thin veins severed cleanly . They would try to scream , but they would only choke on the crimson gore that filled their lungs . I delighted in death . It filled me with a pleasure I could find in no other activity . This was my life . This was who I was . People feared me . Loved me . And my brothers and sisters . Pushed us away , and then embraced us as the need arose . Some days we were hailed as heroes . Others , as murderers . Those in power fell to our secret blades . And then those who gave us the orders followed . But there was a mistake . A flaw in our process . We had grown too perfect . We had extracted justice from innocent blood . Such is the way , even with the most clear - cut contract . There is always a chance that the law is wrong . That it made a mistake . The contract never lies , but it isn ' t always correct , either . Even the smallest of actions , harmless as they may seem , can cause a tidal wave of destruction for those following behind . A fool ' s pride veils his judgment . In a moment of passion , blood scrawled upon the wall says it all . " Morag Tong . " Those words scream out , loud and insistent . They echo throughout the world , labeling us as ruthless killers that follow no rules , that have no laws . The Tong , always hidden , working in secret , suddenly fell under scrutiny . They wanted to drag us out of the shadows and into the light . We withdrew , deeper into the shadows . Our contracts became fewer , our jobs turned into small tasks . We ran errands for bored House nobles . We endured . And we obeyed . We remained loyal . We swore on our lives to uphold the cause , and we would not turn our backs on it now , no matter the level of difficulty facing us . Even if the world had turned its backs on us , we would stay the course . Our leaders whisper to us . They tell us to practice patience . They assure us that the day shall come when our hand of justice once again reaches out to grasp the world . A coming darkness will soon sweep the land . And the Morag Tong will once more be needed . Will once again become relevant . But I am old and my days wind down . I prepare for my trip to Vounoura , and I must pass this mantle to someone younger now . Someone less experienced , less wise . My son and my daughter will soon take up the dagger , but they have not seen our greatness . They must forge a new path for the Morag Tong . The darkness of war comes , and no one shall be spared from its wrath . The Morag Tong must put aside the wrongs it has endured . We must be ready .