Destiny had dumped a proverbial chamberpot on my head when I got arrested for unlawful use of Charm magic on a merchant. I quickly found during my short stay in the Imperial Prison that the chamberpot contents had lumps in them.
Thankfully those lumps proved to be filth caked gold nuggets as my fortunes quickly turned after just a short few weeks locked in that damp, dark cell beneath the Imperial City. Those humans didn't know the powers that they toyed with by keeping me caged like some common thief. Pah.
So, here I stand; recently "released" from prison due to a lucky encounter with the late Uriel Septim himself. All I have to my name are the clothes that I'm wearing, several hundred gold coins worth of junk stashed somewhere in hammer-space and a stick with a goblin's head nailed on the top.
No title, no lands, none of my obscenely powerful magic items...
Heh.
This could be interesting...
Part two. C'maaaaaan.
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