The Fight Against The Thalmor

Chapter 1

Author's Notes: In this story the Dragonborn is NOT the leader of all the guilds like in the game. Those events still happen but they are performed by OC when relevant.
This story has lots of OC, so just a heads up if that's not your thing.
Italics denotes a flashback.
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A knight in black armor laid on the ground in almost complete darkness. The only light was the reflection of what seemed to be a distant moon. He awoke confused and in pain. He sat up and saw the ground beneath him ripple and waved like water beneath his movement. He fought through his pain and stood to his feet.

He looked in all directions and still found nothing but an endless void of darkness all around him. His breath felt cold and labored. The environment was not cold but every breath he took created a push of cold air. Matter of fact, this environment felt like nothing at all. No wind, no heat, so smells, no sound. Complete nothingness. He put his hand on his chest and felt ice. He tried to see through the darkness and felt several parts of his arms and part of his face was also trapped in the cold sting of ice as well. He wasn't impaled and it wasn't stuck to his skin, it was as if his heart and lungs frozen. He could feel his veins pumping the cold through his body.

He heard a familiar voice echo his name through the darkness. He started to walk around and try and find the voice. The ground beneath continued to ripple under his feet. He was walking on a sea of black water. He finally heard the familiar voice of his wife echo from above him.

"He's not dead. He can't be" the voice cried.
He noticed the water in front of him started to ripple as if someone was approaching. He tried to cast a bound sword but nothing happened. He tried to cast a flame spell to light his path but was still not able to produce anything. The movement of the water was getting heavier and then completely stopped. He then saw what appeared to be an empty robe float towards him. The small reflections of the moon providing his only light seemed to follow this empty robe until could see the figure wearing the robe was just a fog as black as the water he was standing on.

The water began to ripple again and from beneath him hundreds of snakes began to arise from under the water. The snakes slithered in a circle around the knight. The circle was getting bigger and bigger as more and more snakes appeared from underneath the water. After making several circles around him the snakes all the slithered away to the hooded figure and started to disappear into the fog.
As more snakes were engulfed by the fog it started to form a solid figure. Eventually a human like face developed under the hood and the figure began to seemingly float towards the night. It had the face and shape of a human on its top half but the bottom half looked like that of a snake.

The figure continued to move closer leaving a trail of fog behind it. Snakes continued to slither around the figures body. They were even slithering in and out of the figures nose and mouth. As the figure got closer the night could feel a sickness in his stomach as if He was poisoned. The feeling intensified the closer the figure got. The knight fell to his knees and started to heave and tried to vomit but nothing came out.
"Death is not your destiny today" the figure said in an echoing androgynous voice.
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                                                                                         Prologue:
The last ten years had been wildly eventful for the province of Skyrim. Honestly, probably the most eventful for all of Tamriel since the Great War with the Aldmeri Dominion.
It started with Jarl Ulfric killing the king of Skyrim and an attempted Succession with his stormcloak militia in which the Legion had to step in and defeat them. This resulted in four of the five holds in Skyrim having new Jarls appointed by the Empire. Then dragons returned after 1,000 of years which sparked the Thu'um of the last Dragonborn.