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Elder Scrolls: Empire of Blood

Elder Scrolls: Empire of Blood

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Skyrim
after the death of Emperor Titus Mede, the Empire was once again thrown into chaos with members of the nobility jousting for power bringing war and destruction across the land on a grand scale all in an attempt to lay claim to the throne. the Dominion then stepped into the fray with the intent of placing a puppet Emperor on the throne, unfortunately for them, the rebels across their lands took advantage of this moment of overexertion and were able to wrestle away major parts of both Valenwood and Elsweyr. This along with several devastating losses at the hands of the combined forces of Skyrim, Anvil, Kavtch, Skingrad, Evermore, Chorrol, and Gilane the high elves had no choice but to flee back to their Island and lick their wounds. A shaky peace was returned to Cyrodiil when General Basilius Augustus the leader of the western alliance marched on the Imperial City and took the throne by force and was proclaimed Emperor. He then married Lavinia the daughter of the Breton king and Queen of Evermore and made her his Empress with the two of them having a shaky marriage of epic proportions. With the assassination of the Sultan of Hammerfell and all of his heirs, the kingdom of the west dissolved, and now the province is filled with minor merchant republics and kingdoms with the richest being Sentinel in the North West and Gilane in the south. The Empire had won the war in Skyrim with Ulfric Stormcloak dying at the hands of the Dragon Born who went on to defeat both Alduin, Miraak, and the vampire menace before disappearing into the pages of history going only gods know where.
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