I will not bore you with the details as to how I arrived in Skyrim without so much as an invitation. If you know my journals, you know Ilyana, a vampire near goddess status, plagues my life with her deranged sense of humor as if to say: You are not as powerful as I am, and so you must endure my wrath.
I have swum the streams of Skyrim by night, known the darkness of endless underground fortresses, and served time in the netherworld where I survived a quest that ended in owning a spectral horse.
And then I joined the Dark Brotherhood.
My leader’s name was Astrid. I say “was,” for I killed her with the Blade of Woe. But no more on that least it affect your own journey…
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