The Dragon's Chilled Blood

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Friends, scholars, students....
Grave news recently reached my Tower in the far east. I received a letter from a Master Blade that Uriel Septim, Emperor of Imperial conquered Tamriel, has been . I must render his name secret, as he is a shadow agent of the Blades.
To my disappointment, I have been instructed not to journey to Cyrodiil by the Elder Council. If there are indeed great troubles in the West, then I will be needed in my lands, were that trouble to spread like a wildfire. I fear I would be of little help were I to travel there. It sounds as though they are need of petty politicals, masters of weaponry, and weavers of blaze. I am but an old, weary wizard. My days of adventure are over.
I urge you however, if you find yourself worthy of offering aid to the Empire in this time of need, by all means, travel to Cyrodiil and lend your talents. I, as well as my dear friend whom sent me the grave letter, fear for the future of the Empire, and the whole of Tamriel. May The Nine watch over us.
Divayth Fyr
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