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[After hundred of years of service, this letter was found in the office of the Speaker Imraan Indoril in the gold coast sanctuary along with the body of a loyal dark sister and a note filled with heretical words. The letter reads as follows]
I have never been one for writing. I am a speaker and I speak for the Nightmother and ultimately Sithis. The black hand has already decided my guilt yet I feel compelled to write in my own defense. To write of my undying devotion to our lord and our family.
I was not lucky enough to be born into Sithis’s service as a shadowscale for I am dunmer and my stars are marked elsewhere. I came into his service at my lowest point. With no coin, on the brink of starvation getting into fights over the smallest scraps of food. When I took my first life, I felt a presence. At the time I thought it was a hallucination caused by my starvation, but I now know it as the presence of Sithis himself. It was him who sent a speaker to me with an invitation; to join the dark brotherhood. He offered me food, a place to stay and the love only a family could give. I readily accepted.
Soon after, Sithis became my purpose in life. The reason I continue to breathe. He guides my every action, and watches over me and all of his children. I am forever grateful to him. A saviour when the world seemed so bleak. It fills me with pride that I was one of his chosen. The cold love he has shown me can only be that of a kind god. One whose only demand is the blood of those marked by the void.
It is true that I’ve had a crisis of faith in the past. One that I deeply regret. The death of an old friend made me question my faith. Question our lord. I sought out the priests of Sithis deep in the black marsh and they showed me the way. A way back to the loving embrace of the dread lord. I’ve had a crisis of faith you see, but I would never write such heretical words that you claim I have written. I would never wrongfully slay a dark brother or sister. Such things would invoke the wrath of Sithis, a god I wish to serve. I would rather have my soul severed into pieces and cursed to return to Coldharbour. My Silencer is a fickle one. Is it not convenient for him that his rival was found dead in my office? He may very well rise above his station when I am gone.
I know my fate is decided and so I leave for blackmarsh, a province that has not forgotten the glory of Sithis. I know I shall be followed by loyal followers of Sithis with swift blades and swifter retribution. I shall meet them in battle one by one and as they fall, I shall pray for their journey to the void to be a quick one.
May the Dark Brotherhood continue without me.
Imraan Indoril Former Speaker of the Black hand.