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"I was born 87 years ago.
For 65 years I've ruled as Tamriel's Emperor. But for all these years, I've never been the ruler of my own dreams.
I have seen the gates of Oblivion, beyond which no waking eye may see. Behold, in darkness, a doom sweeps the land.
This is the 27th of Last Seed, the year of Akatosh, 433. These are the closing days of the Third Era, and the final hours of my life."
Chapter 1, Mission 1: Jaws of Oblivion
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The TARDIS would drop them off within a back ally of the city. They were right next to a well, with a tree hanging above it, and a few boulders around the sides of the small patch of grass they would stand on. It was sunny out, partially cloudy, with a gentle breeze blowing past them all. It was warm, like spring turning to summer. Birds chirped in the tree from their nest, as a mother watched over her newly hatched chicks. Leading them was Callintus, who took a deep breath to smell the air once again. He was home. "Ahhhhh!" He sighed, a big smile on his face as he held his helmet under his arm. "My friends. Welcome... to the Imperial City."
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Leading them out of the ally and into the streets, they would come across a large statue of a dragon made from stone in the center of the district they landed in.
"The Talso Plaza District! I haven't been here in ages!" Callintus said, roaming about the rather quiet streets. Only a few people were out. "Only the truly wealthiest in the city live hear. Unless of course you had coin to spare for a night at the Tiber Septim Hotel." He pointed to where it was, the sign being quite visible from where they stood.
Next to the door was a wanted posted:
"Ah, I see they're increasing their search for the Fox!" Callintus said aloud, reading the poster. "He's been a wanted thief in Tamriel for decades, almost a century! He leads the thieves guild, and much as the Imperial watch tries, they've never been able to shut them down. They're too well connected. Even I tried finding the Fox, to no avail! Always the elusive one he is." The way Callintus spoke was with joy, as he was filled with glee that he was back! Cyrodiil hadn't changed a bit since he left.
Except for one thing.
"THE EMPEROR IS DEAD!"
A voice shouted out from down the street. It was a Wood Elf, running towards the bustling activity of people within the plaza. They all looked to him with confusion. "URIEL SEPTIM HAS BEEN KILLED! BY-BY ASSASSINS! THE SEPTIMS HAVE ALL BEEN KILLED! THE EMPIRE IS NOW WITHOUT A RULER!!" He was in a frenzy, with sweat running down his face and tears in his eyes. The crowd began to murmur in confusion and disbelief.
"Who told you this?!"
"Is this real?"
"By the divine..."
"That's enough!" A guard shouted out, getting between the elf and the crowd. "Where did you hear this, elf?"
"I saw him! I saw them take his body out of the sewers!"
"WHAT?!" A woman shouted, with the crowd getting louder.
"It was him! With a few of his blades being pulled out along with him!"
"The Blades were killed?" Callintus muttered in shock. The crowd grew more agitated, unsure of if to believe the elf, or be in panic that the empire was now with a ruler.
"Quiet! QUIET!" The guard shouted out, getting everyone's attention. "If this is true, then the city watch will begin a citywide curfew! I suggest you all return to your homes, and await further details from the Elder Council!" The crowd continued to murmur, but followed the orders, separating as people looked in complete shock. What a time to return home.
"So then it's begun." Callintus simply said. The reason they had come to this city, and not the others, was because Callintus had asked some from the group to join him in returning to his home. He wanted to show them Cyrodiil and the Imperial City itself, with all its sights and marvels. But, it was also clear Callintus needed their help in a matter relating to Cyrodiil, and now all of Tamriel. He just hadn't told them. "I was gone too long."
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MEANWHILE:
Under the city itself, in the sewer systems, the sounds of splashing water echoed around the long corridors and hallways.
Running along the water was an Argonian. He wore tattered pants and leather armor, carrying a small blade on his side and bow with rusty arrows. He was trying to get away from his attackers. The ones who murdered the emperor himself. He could hear them, but he couldn't tell how far away they were. He could only hear their feet clanking against the ground from the heavy armor they wore. He stopped for a moment, out of breath, and leaned against the wall. He looked to his hand, carrying an item. Something important the emperor gave and entrusted him with.
For 65 years I've ruled as Tamriel's Emperor. But for all these years, I've never been the ruler of my own dreams.
I have seen the gates of Oblivion, beyond which no waking eye may see. Behold, in darkness, a doom sweeps the land.
This is the 27th of Last Seed, the year of Akatosh, 433. These are the closing days of the Third Era, and the final hours of my life."
Chapter 1, Mission 1: Jaws of Oblivion
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The TARDIS would drop them off within a back ally of the city. They were right next to a well, with a tree hanging above it, and a few boulders around the sides of the small patch of grass they would stand on. It was sunny out, partially cloudy, with a gentle breeze blowing past them all. It was warm, like spring turning to summer. Birds chirped in the tree from their nest, as a mother watched over her newly hatched chicks. Leading them was Callintus, who took a deep breath to smell the air once again. He was home. "Ahhhhh!" He sighed, a big smile on his face as he held his helmet under his arm. "My friends. Welcome... to the Imperial City."
------------------------------------
Leading them out of the ally and into the streets, they would come across a large statue of a dragon made from stone in the center of the district they landed in.
"The Talso Plaza District! I haven't been here in ages!" Callintus said, roaming about the rather quiet streets. Only a few people were out. "Only the truly wealthiest in the city live hear. Unless of course you had coin to spare for a night at the Tiber Septim Hotel." He pointed to where it was, the sign being quite visible from where they stood.
Next to the door was a wanted posted:
"Ah, I see they're increasing their search for the Fox!" Callintus said aloud, reading the poster. "He's been a wanted thief in Tamriel for decades, almost a century! He leads the thieves guild, and much as the Imperial watch tries, they've never been able to shut them down. They're too well connected. Even I tried finding the Fox, to no avail! Always the elusive one he is." The way Callintus spoke was with joy, as he was filled with glee that he was back! Cyrodiil hadn't changed a bit since he left.
Except for one thing.
"THE EMPEROR IS DEAD!"
A voice shouted out from down the street. It was a Wood Elf, running towards the bustling activity of people within the plaza. They all looked to him with confusion. "URIEL SEPTIM HAS BEEN KILLED! BY-BY ASSASSINS! THE SEPTIMS HAVE ALL BEEN KILLED! THE EMPIRE IS NOW WITHOUT A RULER!!" He was in a frenzy, with sweat running down his face and tears in his eyes. The crowd began to murmur in confusion and disbelief.
"Who told you this?!"
"Is this real?"
"By the divine..."
"That's enough!" A guard shouted out, getting between the elf and the crowd. "Where did you hear this, elf?"
"I saw him! I saw them take his body out of the sewers!"
"WHAT?!" A woman shouted, with the crowd getting louder.
"It was him! With a few of his blades being pulled out along with him!"
"The Blades were killed?" Callintus muttered in shock. The crowd grew more agitated, unsure of if to believe the elf, or be in panic that the empire was now with a ruler.
"Quiet! QUIET!" The guard shouted out, getting everyone's attention. "If this is true, then the city watch will begin a citywide curfew! I suggest you all return to your homes, and await further details from the Elder Council!" The crowd continued to murmur, but followed the orders, separating as people looked in complete shock. What a time to return home.
"So then it's begun." Callintus simply said. The reason they had come to this city, and not the others, was because Callintus had asked some from the group to join him in returning to his home. He wanted to show them Cyrodiil and the Imperial City itself, with all its sights and marvels. But, it was also clear Callintus needed their help in a matter relating to Cyrodiil, and now all of Tamriel. He just hadn't told them. "I was gone too long."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
MEANWHILE:
Under the city itself, in the sewer systems, the sounds of splashing water echoed around the long corridors and hallways.
Running along the water was an Argonian. He wore tattered pants and leather armor, carrying a small blade on his side and bow with rusty arrows. He was trying to get away from his attackers. The ones who murdered the emperor himself. He could hear them, but he couldn't tell how far away they were. He could only hear their feet clanking against the ground from the heavy armor they wore. He stopped for a moment, out of breath, and leaned against the wall. He looked to his hand, carrying an item. Something important the emperor gave and entrusted him with.