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|title={{Lore Link|Chronicles of the Five Companions}} 7
|author=Sai Sahan
|description=The personal recollections of the {{Lore Link|Five Companions}}
|prev={{Lore Link|Chronicles of the Five Companions 6|Part 6}}
|next={{Lore Link|Chronicles of the Five Companions 8|Part 8}}
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I am called {{Lore Link|Sai Sahan}}, son of {{Lore Link|Nazir Itaf Sahan}} of {{Lore Link|Bangkorai}}. Once again, I set my thoughts to paper.
It pains me to see a city of such history corrupted by the foul {{Lore Link|necromancy}} of {{Lore Link|Mannimarco}} and his {{Lore Link|Black Worms}}. Though the sons and daughters of {{Lore Link|Cyrodiil}} are not my people, it is precisely the ruination of something so deeply, culturally significant that causes my heart to ache. In many ways, though neither {{Lore Link|Crown}} nor {{Lore Link|Forebear}} will admit it, we are more alike to the {{Lore Link|Imperials}} than we are different.
{{Lore Link|Varen Aquilarios|Varen}} honored me when he asked me to captain his {{Lore Link|Dragonguard}}. I trained many of the captains myself, drilling them in the arts of swordplay, leadership, and tactics. They were of many races and many creeds—there was devout {{Lore Link|Nethynal}} of {{Lore Link|Morrowind}}, who would quietly recite the sermons of his heathen demigods each dawn. I also recall young {{Lore Link|Lucas Evane}}, outcast from his family holdings in {{Lore Link|High Rock}} over some political squabble. Not all of us were Imperial, and yet we took readily to their traditions, their learned ways, and even their food. We believed in the vision of the {{Lore Link|Empire}}, once.
This day it seems the Empire was just a dream, and {{Lore Link|Sancre Tor}} merely a ruined shadow of that dream. I swore an oath to Varen Aquilarios to protect him and see his own dream of a reunited Empire come to pass, but as we now witness and I must admit, it will be impossible to fulfill that oath. Even now, the {{Lore Link|Imperial City}} is beseiged by those who would see their own petty leaders seated upon the {{Lore Link|Ruby Throne}}, and very few of them are of its native soil.
I mourn the loss of Sancre Tor and the broken Empire to the ravages of conflicts both cosmic and mundane, not because I hold any special love for Imperial ways, but because it is much like the fate of the sword-singers—a broken line that only a scant few seek to mend for reasons that are unselfish or incorruptible.
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|title={{Lore Link|Chronicles of the Five Companions}} 7
|author=Sai Sahan
|description=The personal recollections of the {{Lore Link|Five Companions}}
|prev={{Lore Link|Chronicles of the Five Companions 6|Part 6}}
|next={{Lore Link|Chronicles of the Five Companions 8|Part 8}}
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I am called {{Lore Link|Sai Sahan}}, son of {{Lore Link|Nazir Itaf Sahan}} of {{Lore Link|Bangkorai}}. Once again, I set my thoughts to paper.
It pains me to see a city of such history corrupted by the foul {{Lore Link|necromancy}} of {{Lore Link|Mannimarco}} and his {{Lore Link|Black Worms}}. Though the sons and daughters of {{Lore Link|Cyrodiil}} are not my people, it is precisely the ruination of something so deeply, culturally significant that causes my heart to ache. In many ways, though neither {{Lore Link|Crown}} nor {{Lore Link|Forebear}} will admit it, we are more alike to the {{Lore Link|Imperials}} than we are different.
{{Lore Link|Varen Aquilarios|Varen}} honored me when he asked me to captain his {{Lore Link|Dragonguard}}. I trained many of the captains myself, drilling them in the arts of swordplay, leadership, and tactics. They were of many races and many creeds—there was devout {{Lore Link|Nethynal}} of {{Lore Link|Morrowind}}, who would quietly recite the sermons of his heathen demigods each dawn. I also recall young {{Lore Link|Lucas Evane}}, outcast from his family holdings in {{Lore Link|High Rock}} over some political squabble. Not all of us were Imperial, and yet we took readily to their traditions, their learned ways, and even their food. We believed in the vision of the {{Lore Link|Empire}}, once.
This day it seems the Empire was just a dream, and {{Lore Link|Sancre Tor}} merely a ruined shadow of that dream. I swore an oath to Varen Aquilarios to protect him and see his own dream of a reunited Empire come to pass, but as we now witness and I must admit, it will be impossible to fulfill that oath. Even now, the {{Lore Link|Imperial City}} is beseiged by those who would see their own petty leaders seated upon the {{Lore Link|Ruby Throne}}, and very few of them are of its native soil.
I mourn the loss of Sancre Tor and the broken Empire to the ravages of conflicts both cosmic and mundane, not because I hold any special love for Imperial ways, but because it is much like the fate of the sword-singers—a broken line that only a scant few seek to mend for reasons that are unselfish or incorruptible.
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