Upon my honour I do swear undying loyalty to the Emperor, Titus Mede II, and unwavering obedience to the officers of his great Empire. May those above judge me, and those below take me, if I fail in my duty. Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!
Once sworn, I was instructed to head to Korvanjund and stop the Stormcloak Rebellion from stealing the Jagged Crown, the symbol of the righteousness of our cause. It rightfully belongs to our Queen, Elisif the Fair, Jarl of Haafingar and widow of High King Torygg, she is the rightful High King of Skyrim now. I must visit her in the Blue Palace soon, to pay my respects and pledge my allegiance.
My blade cut through those Stormcloak traitors like a knife to butter, and I returned to our General with the prize. The General believes the Stormcloaks plan to attack the city of Whiterun. He’s sent me on an important mission to deliver sensitive intelligence to the Jarl, to open his eyes to the cities imminent plunder. I must go with hast.