The Journal of Prince Camarril

15 Morning Star, 3E 1

Oh, how it pains me to not write CE. Ever since that brigand Early-Beard stole my place upon the Ruby Throne, my life has been terrible. That’s right, I, Camarril Trebates, am the true Emperor of Cyrodiil, not that oaf.

And he’s even given himself a Cyrodillic name to “legitamise” his cause. Tiber Septim he calls himself. Ha, more like Tiber Septic.

He even had the audacity to sack Reman Cyrodiil’s tomb to retrieve the Amulet of Kings. Divines know what Daedric magic he must have cast upon it for him to wear it.

My family has ruled over Cyrodiil since the Trilliance War, and while times may not have been as good as we had hoped, the Trebates Dynasty would have done a better job in the long run than anything the Septim Dynasty will ever do.

16 Morning Star, 3E 1

The “Emperor” requested my attendance in his court this morning. He offered me the title of Prince and a seat upon the Elder Council. I told him I would think about it. Zurin was stood at his side. I guess we now know where his allegiances lay, the traitorous bastard.

17 Morning Star, 3E 1

He came while I was sleeping……that bastard…….if anyone finds this journal, know that Z (The rest of the page is soaked in blood, and the rest of the text is undecipherable.)