DANGER. TRAGEDY. GREED. TRIUMPH. POTATOES. TIRVRIL HAS WRITTEN ABOUT IT ALL FOR THE WEALTHY CITIZENS OF THE IMPERIAL CITY. NOW, HAVING QUIT HIS JOB AFTER A DISAGREEMENT WITH CHANCElLOR THARN, TIRVRIL TRAVELS INTO THE HEART OF HOSTILE LANDS UNDER THE PROTECTION OF THE MAGES’ GUILD. HIS INTENT – TO COMPILE THE WONDERS AND GOINGS-ON OF DAGGERFALL INTO A REPORT TO BE DELIVERED TO ALL CITIZENS OF TAMRIEL.
AT THE SAME TIME, A CONTACT IN THE MAGES GUILD HAS BEGGED HIM TO FIND OUT ANYTHING HE CAN ON THE WORKINGS OF THE DAEDRIC PRINCE MOLAG BAL…
His Tale Begins Here…
Game: The Elder Scrolls Online
Platform: Xbox One
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Silver
Height: 5′ 10”
Race: Dark Elf (“Dunmer”)
Hometown: Narsis, Morrowwind
Family: Mother, father, 2 older sisters
Tirvril grew up in a middle class house in Narsis, near the Argonian border. His family had slaves, but he was always friendly with them. The youngest of the family, he was doted upon but not spoiled. His family was not happy when he decided to pursue the penniless career of a writer. But Tirvril could not be dissuaded. He felt a deep need, almost an urgency, to help people experience events that happened miles away via the written word. To expose them to the truth exactly as it had happened.
He worked in Mournhold for wealthy families and farmers, writing up ads for them and other small jobs on a freelance basis. He stayed in Mournhold until he was 23 years old, at which point he went to the Imperial City. He absolutely loved it. All the different races living side by side, the impressive architecture, the Mages Guild, the repositories of scrolls; it all fit his perfect image of a city. He rented a small apartment near the center of town and started working for the local press. He wrote many of the announcements that can be found around town, and also did a bit of transcribing work for the Mages Guild. He worked his way up to become a very well known writer.
His big break came at the age of 29 when Chancellor Tharn hired him to travel to Cheydinnhal to report back to him on a situation over there. He did so with great success, and was promptly sent out to Bravil to report on a plague there. He did so without hesitation. For the next four years he spent most of his time traveling around Cyrodil, though never left the province.
Then, two months ago, he was approached by the Chancellor to travel to Daggerfall as a member of the Mages Guild reporting back on matters within the Daggerfall Guild. But his true purpose would be to gather any information he could on King Emeric and how to weaken the bonds between the Bretons and Orcs so that the Covenant would unravel.
Tirvril refused and was promptly removed from the service of the Chancellor. Soon thereafter, all of his loyal clients mysteriously followed suit. Left without a source of income, he decided to still travel to Daggerfall, but as a true reporter. He contacted a friend in the Mages Guild and set up a system in which he could send back reports of goings-on in the other factions via the Mages Guild.
His friend in the Mages Guild spread the word, and another Mage that Tirvril had never met went to Tirvil’s house one night with an urgent request – find out all he could about Molag Bal’s presence in Daggerfall. Tirval knew little about Molag Bal, and frankly didn’t believe in him (he doesn’t believe in any Gods except for the spirit of Nirn), but the Mage was so distraught and on edge that Tirvil agreed to find out what he could. The Mage hinted that the Chancellor might be involved somehow, and although Tirvil strives to never dismiss something without evidence, he thought it unlikely.
Now he has arrived in Daggerfall, under the protection of the Mages Guild and with their garb to hide himself, ready to report any fantastic findings (and perhaps a bit about Molag Bal).
Optimistic, curious, inquisitive, relentless, single-minded, chatty when on a subject, can go into deep silences when thinking, can’t stop thinking about something until he reaches the end of the train of thought, appears to jump wildly from topic to topic as his mind makes connections, penetrating stare. Absolutely loves learning the phrases of different races and keeps a compendium of them. For that reason, he tends to say phrases like “By the gods!” and “Shor’s Bones!”. Does not believe in any gods, is well read and has lived amongst a number of races for most of his life. Loves finding just the right word for a situation. Devoted to the truth and delivering the world to others via writing. Believes everyone should have a right to know everything. Naive, but has certain tenants that cannot be shaken or molded not matter what.
Primary Weapon: Fists. Has a bit of magical ability due to his Dunmer heritage, but never studied nor cared for it. Carries a dagger just in case. Is not a fighter by any means.
Armor: None. Wears the costume of a Mage while in the city. Perhaps a bit of light armor when traveling outside the city.