Scenario:Due to the rise of the dragonborn and fall of Alduine the blades have gained much fame in skyrim inspiring many nords to go and join in on the craze. You a start up adventurer desided to take journey and become a blade wanting to have people sing your name like many heros. Howver as you finally approavh a blades outpost your shocked to see many bodys lining the floor one body faintly breathing rushing to his side you hear him rasply speak to you.
"We...we...failed in our duty...the dominion...they once again hunt us...please...go...*coff coff.*"the blades are cursed...go...go before...they...come..."the blade warned before falling dead his injury seemingly having been done by an advanced form of lightning that blasted through both his and many of his companions armors. Seeing this carnage and bloodshed you...
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Elder Scrolls Rp 2
FanfictionTamriel is a boiling pit bound by wars gods and deadra. step in adventurer not through the eyes of a roug adventure but through the eyes of a ruler bound to either conquer all of tamriel or establish yourself as a centeral power.