"You might be surprised, but I might not have been the most virtuous of the Altmer back in Dusk. I might, in fact, have shown what my family and superiors may or may not have described as worrying trends in my behaviour, or in my interests. I might have enlisted and worked so hard to become a Justiciar just so I could prove they were wrong, that I would gladly commit my life to chastise heresy and enemies of the Dominion alike, and not just so I could keep my calian intact. Except, they weren't wrong. But this is a secret."
"That autumn I hunted down Vigilants of Stendarr, If I were to stumble upon them, especially at night. Inhabitants of the Reach kept spreading rumours about vampires, but it was only me. This, of course, is a secret. What did I do with the bodies? Another secret. You see, I found this intriguing place in the bowels of Markarth. A forgotten altar, to the Prince of Pain. And the Prince actually reached out to me. I was not surprised: I was, as I said, curious, impatient, hungry, far from home and irritatingly self-assured."
"Daedra worship β a Thalmor Justiciar? Preposterous. But trust me; Skyrim makes strange mer even out of the best of us, and I wasn't one of them. I have always been an independent thinker."
"There was a strange, cursed mace on the altar when I first found it. Come winter, the artifact had simply vanished. Apparently Molag Bal had found his champion, and I was soon to find out about them."
Diary of Velendomis of Dusk, 4E 201-205
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