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To My Daughter

To my Daughter

There comes a point in a man’s lifetime where he must end his work. I have lived several and kept going, I have done both great and horrible things, most of which you know nothing. I have killed a brother, I have saved a country, but my time is at an end.

Do not be afraid, for my life is not over. Life continues to flow through me and will do so for centuries to come and even I admit that there may be a day I step back into the fray. For now however, I require rest.

While it’s true your bloodline is unknown to both of us, I feel a closeness to you that befits the daughter of I. Because of this, I leave you? Everything.

You have grown a great Estate in Skyrim, a nation we helped unite in a multitude of ways. You have a lovely wife and two nordic children (I hope some day you find your way to Black Marsh and adopt an Argonian lass, for your very being is incomplete until you have visited our birthlands), I’m sure you will usher them both into a new Era of our underground Empire.

I have taken the liberty of sending you my armor and blade. The daedric armor may take some getting used to, but no man, woman, or creature will be able to fell you as you wear it.

My blade, “Shatterscale", whille freighten the very minds of your enemies before they die.

I have sent you some riches, though you understand I must keep some for myself if I am to live in comfortable retirement.

In last I of course leave you my Clan. I’ve trained you well and I believe you have the mind to maintain its reputation and longevity.

We will meet again, my daughter. I have the blood of gods and you have the blood of dragons. The world has more to give us yet, so remain strong.

Shadow hide you.