Chapter 1: Immigration

Read please. I suck at descriptions. Italics are Haj-Tan's thoughts

"State your name," demands the tall, muscular Imperial guarding the border between Cyrodiil and Black Marsh, clad in ebony armour.

"Hides-His-Mouth, Haj-Tan in our language," hisses the Argonian man standing on the Black Marsh side, inches from Cyrodiil.

"Cut the crap. You are NOT Haj-Tan anymore. You are only known as Hides-His-Mouth now, understand? Now, why do you wish to enter the province of Cyrodiil?" asks the guard, gruffly.

"I wish to become a citizen of Cyrodiil. Black Marsh is not fit for my needs," states Haj-Tan.

"Do you have your identification papers?"

"Of course... here," says Haj-Tan , handing the Imperial a couple sheets of parchment.

"Hmm... Yes... Looks like everything checks out. You may enter Cyrodiil. Please proceed to the Imperial City Prison to gain citizenship."

Haj-Tan grabs his papers and steps into Cyrodiil. He is overwhelmed by a sense of freedom from the hellish conditions of Black Marsh. Looking into the forests, he sees a Black Bear killing a deer. He figures it is best not to get involved. Poor deer. Oh well, I can't kill that thing. Best to just leave it alone. He sits down on a stump of a long-gone oak tree, and pulls open his map of Cyrodiil. Looking at the map, notes the location of the Imperial City, the capital of the Empire.

"The Imperial City is... north-west of me. So I go that way," says Haj-Tan to himself, folding up his map and tossing it back into his adventurer's pack, gained as a gift from his parents.