To whomever this may concern

I am the Dunmer Banor Fyr, son of Divayth Fyr, the mighty Telvanni Wizard and master of Tel Fyr.

You may be wondering why I'm writing from inside my cell in the Imperial Prison of Cyrodiil? This is best explained from the beginning.

Over 100 years ago, I was born.... Born is a strong word, for I was somewhat created by my 'father', Divayth. He had already created my sisters; Alfe, Beyte, Delte, and Uupse so they could take care of me. However, his studies and other projects meant I saw little of him, and part of me became heavily annoyed and upset with this. He lavished my sisters with attention, and shared little love for one of his own gender at that. I was the son he never wanted, and I lashed out at such treatment.

My first instance was when I went to the Coprusarium with Uupse and ended up stealing some Dwemer armor and weapons. Note that at this time, I had little to no training with ANYTHING. However, I managed to kill one of the inmates and injure Vistha-Kai the Warden.

Punishment was swift indeed. I was 50 at this time, and seething with anger. But at least father noticed me, and the look of bewilderment and amusement at my misdeeds made me glow with pride.

But I digress as to the real reason of why I am here.

Assault on an Imperial noble visiting my father landed me here, and now I sit and have to listen to the idiotic Valen Dren shout various insults of my 'wife'. I'm sure that when he does go back home, my father will gladly take him in.

The inmates will tear that loudmouth fool apart.

I hear footsteps coming, so I best sign off. I hear voices and I see some heavily armed guards coming towards my cell, wielding wickedly looking blades and ceremonial looking armor.