Elder Scrolls Oblivion: The Tale of Vasilis Aquila, Part 1

The Journal of Vasilis Aquila, 26 of Last Seed, 3E 433

Today is the sixth day since my imprisonment, and time passes very slowly without occupation or distraction. I tried to ease the boredom through meditation, although my lack of skill prevents any progress. My father, Maelius Aquila, introduced me to its virtues during my journey to Morrowind in the Year 427 of the Third Era. I travelled there with him, a captain of the Imperial Guard, as he fulfilled his duties to the emperor.

He was stationed at Pelagiad, a quaint Imperial village, and presided over the garrison there during what has become known as the “Morrowind Incident” in the wider world. In fact several times the Nerevarine visited the town, and I was lucky enough to see him on various occasions, and once I even spoke to him. The Nerevarine was travelling north from Vivec to Ghostgate, before his final confrontation of Dagoth Ur and his Ash Vampires. He rested in the village this night, and entered the town garrison. He spoke to my father, asking for permission to rest in the soldiers quarters. My father of course agreed, knowing of the mans dire and seemingly suicidal quest owing to the news of the time and various artifacts on his person: the Star of Azura, Chrysamere, and of course the marks of the Nerevarine and Hortator, highest among these of course the Wraithguard, created by the Dwemer, and the fabled ring, Moon-and-Star, which none but Nerevar Incarnate can wear.

That night the Nerevarine stayed with my father, his troops and I in the quarters. He related the reason behind his request to stay here, that he was frequently attacked by servants of the demon, and that to stay in an inn would be to invite death upon its occupants. Of course he felt and it was generally agreed that he was right to have stayed here. The Incarnate also told us of Dagoth Ur's plans which he had learnt from the god Vivec. These ultimately included driving the Empire apart, through conquest and false religion based on the “Second Numidium”, a giant inanimate being he was constructing using the Heart of Lorkhan in the centre of Red Mountain.

Again, the situation seemed dire, but the Nerevarine was resolute, firm and confident in his ability. He knew that he was the only one able to stop the progress of Dagoth Ur, with the Tribunal severely weakened, the Daedra uncaring, and the Emperor fragile after his imprisonment years earlier. I, a boy of 16, asked him for advice, and he told me: “Never stop or give in. Tasks are always possible, just look for another way.”

He left the following morning, boosted by supplies from the garrison stores, and within days he had completely and utterly vanquished his enemy, and banished the blight from Morrowind. Although I have not seen him since, I am constantly reminded of his words, and during my time in Vvardenfell I trained feverishly so I could aid Tamriel as he did.

My father and I returned to Cyrodiil last year, and recently my father has been moved to High Rock, but I have stayed here, in my home land. All of my ancestors were born around Chorrol, back to Decius Aquila, a captain to Talos during his conquests.

However, during a journey from Chorrol to the Imperial City, I was confronted by a highwayman. I swiftly sliced his hand from his arm without thinking, and of course in Cyrodiilic law this means I am the criminal, as I attacked first.

My possessions were taken from me, and I was sentenced to a year of imprisonment, the lightest punishment I could be given.

So here I am, imprisoned with common criminals, without hope of release.