These words do not come easily. It has taken a great deal of suffering for me to reach this point but now that I have, I feel lighter, unburdened and my mind has cleared: I need to quit!

Certainly it won’t be easy to leave behind the rolling hills of Cyrodiil, the lush grasslands of Greenshade or the serene Auridon sunset. I yearn to behold once more the otherworldly beauty of Ayrenn – her hair like molten gold, cascading from her shoulders, her ruby lips smiling ever so sweetly, with eyes in which a lesser man might drown. And oh how many an hour will be spent silently mourning the loss of my companions, my brothers with whom I braved many dangers in the land of Tamriel.

But since I have a warriors heart, one loss will pain me above all others: the war! I am ashamed of what I have become, I have lain waste to the great armies of the pact and of the covenant, I have slain noble Dunmer and filthy Argonians alike and still I crave for more bloodshed – the battlefield has turned me into a monster.

I lie awake at night with the screams of the enemy echoing in my ears. I ache to return to my glorious albeit brutal past where the minstrels would sing of my heroic deeds. What I wouldn’t give to stand again victorious on top a hill that is littered with the corpses, the air still rife with cries of agony. To the fair elven maids I was a symbol of unwavering courage, of valour and of chivalry and to my enemies I was a harbinger of death and destruction!

Now however I have come to realise, that with every conquest I feel more hollow inside, with every hour I spend perfecting my skills in combat a feeling of unrest grows inside of me. Though it is unbearably hard to admit, my time spent in Cyrodiil is time that is wasted. ESO to me was a window to a simpler age, and age of wonders and adventures. But as the years passed that window has turned into a gaping abyss, a terrible maelstrom threatening to consume me, much like the daedric anchors threaten to consume Nirn.

And so, with a heavy heart, I must part from these shores and leave Tamriel behind. I look back on my life as a Dominion soldier with deep regret and wish I could undo the carnage that I have left in my wake, that I could revert the ruin that my stupor of addiction has brought upon myself and others…alas I cannot.

I can merely bid you all a very fond farewell and wish you all the happiness in this world and in the world of Tamriel.

(I apologise for any mistakes in my writing, I did not have the strength to proofread this^^. Also I do not wish to offend anyone [at Zenimax] and do not wish to impose my views on others).