Tosh Raka
Tiger Dragon of Ka'Po'Tun
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The Final Statement of
Emperor Titus Mede II
As Addressed By The Final Letter Delivered from Skyrim
To The Imperial Elder Council, My Heir, and The People of The Empire,
My reign is close at hand.
This decree will surely follow the news of my death, and while the Dark Brotherhood fulfilled their contract I do not wish vengeance on their Guild, for they are merely an instrument of something greater. May it be written that I accept my fate, and pray that the Divines see me worthy of Aetherius.
Many In Skyrim, In Hammerfell, In Cyrodiil and across Tamriel have seen my actions as failure. They deemed me a Traitor, and a Thief of their beliefs. Men, Mer, Khajiit and Argonians all in disarray, shedding each other's blood for decades in the face of a weakened Empire. To this I can say I am no Septim. Like Martin, Tiber, Reman, and Alessia, I can call myself Emperor, but I am no Dragonborn. Still I fought for my people.
The Concordat was signed, to stop the bloodshed of my people. To end the violence that claimed the lives of Men, women and children of all races. It was not my wish to cede South Hammerfell and to ban the worship of Talos. However while Hammerfell fought on, the Empire gave them the tools, and the weapons to endure. And while the Thalmor roam the lands in persecution, the Empire protects it's people. It saddens me to see brother fight brother in Skyrim, for the Empire is not whole without it's brethren in the North. It is my only hope that all people will remember the Battle of Red Ring, the reclaiming of the Imperial City from the Thalmor, and the loss of the good men and women who fight for freedom.
The Thalmor wish to prove their greatness through conquest and persecution, and while the Great War has concluded, the horizon bears a storm's shadow. But there is hope for our Empire. My passing only means to a new Chapter, as there is wind of a Dragonborn in this land. In my dreams I see the Dragonborn, I see the conquest of an old, ancient evil, and the formation of something greater than the conflict that has plagued our Empire. The slaying of a Dark Dragon, followed by the Triumph of a hero.
These are the last days of an Emperor. But the dawn of an Empire.
To the Elder Council, let it be known upon Arrival that Amaund Mortierre has been executed for his treason.
To My Heir, may you wield Goldbrand to victory in the impending battles.
And to the people of the Empire, may Talos guide you.
~Emperor Titus Mede II