My Little Scrolls: Oblivion

My name is Tanais. I was born in Cheydinhal, in Cyrodiil in the year four hundred thirteen of the Third Age. My father was a banker, and though our family was not too rich, we had quite enough money to live comfortably. Because of father’s connections I could get a decent education: to study natural sciences, history, and despite the lack of talent for magic - extensive schooling in the arcane arts.

I was prepared to lead a peaceful life, following in the footsteps of my father, until my life changed on one fateful day.

My father had business with a trading company in the port city of Anvil. Sometimes we went there on business, and once, when we were returning from one such trip, right near Cheydinhal we were set upon by a gang of robbers. Fortunately they were few, and we were able to fight back, but father was seriously wounded. He died of his wounds a few weeks later. After that, I just could not just live life like before. I decided to join the Imperial Legion. But when I gathered my things and went to the Imperial city, Fate presented me with yet another surprise.

On the road where father was felled, I decided to wade through the forest. When I was at the point of our fight, I saw blood on the bushes. It was the blood of one of the wounded bandits. I walked along the trail, and a few hours later stumbled upon a hidden camp. They were there. All five of the bandits were in the camp, suspecting nothing. My heart was smitten with a thirst for revenge. I waited for the darkness and when it came I crept behind the guard, thrusting his sword into his throat. Two more I finished as they slept. Unfortunately, the latter raised an alarm before succumbing. I was face to face with two armed bandits. I do not know how it would have ended in a different time, but then I was not going to stop either way.

Smeared with blood, with face radiating hatred, I was like a demon. It made a decisive impression on the bandits. I lunged forward, knocking the first out of his stance, and using the momentum, pierced through his chest. Parrying the second, I spun around, severing his spine. Adrenaline boiled in my veins, but the fight was over. My father was avenged.

In the things of killed bandits I found an unusual medallion in addition to money. He seemed quite wealthy. The next day, washing my clothes of blood in a river, I continued on my way.

Two days later, I finally got to the capital. The high, white walls of the Imperial City were really impressive. I admired the views of the capital, when I went to the Market District.

The medallion was beautiful, but absolutely useless, and I decided to sell it for a few coins. It's funny, but at the time I probably should be thinking, "Where did the bandits get this medallion?" As it turned out, the medallion was stolen property! I was thrown in jail, left to wait while they found the medallion’s owner and arraigned a trial. Well, at that moment my fate was determined. After a few hours of boredom and taunt from other prisoners, who came? The guards, you would think? No. It was the Emperor of Tamriel! After that, I suffered a whirlwind of events.

The death of the emperor, the meeting with Grandmaster of the secret order, search of the lost heir to the throne, the salvation of the dead city, meeting face to face with innumerable hordes of Oblivion, travelling through the worlds, meeting with adventurers who dared to go into the kingdom of the Mad God, dozens of caves, ruins, dungeons through which I had to go ... I became a professional adventurer, a hero of Kvatch, the Savior of Bruma, and in the end - of the whole empire. Now that Martin Septim sacrificed his life to expel Mehrunes Dagon of Nirn, passage between worlds is locked. But it would it remain so forever?

I climbed out of the abyss of memories. Dagon banished, gates of Oblivion closed, but I still can not find peace. The Gates would never again open, but is Nirn finally saved? God of destruction do not stop. He will look for a loophole through which you can get to Tamriel. And the Mythic Dawn cult who unlocked the door for Dagon, still exists. I need more information...

With such heavy thoughts, I departed for bed.

At the same time

Something has changed. Impossible. What would drive you to place something, if it is necessary that it was not to be here. And yet here there is something new. Everything appears natural in some way. But ‘It’ appeared unnatural. Impossible.

But still it appeared. So the impossible became possible in something’s need to change the structure of the universe. The probability was extremely small, but it is what it is. This requires exploration. Nothing is hidden from my sight. Soon, all the information will take place on the endless shelves of Apocrypha. If it does not belong of Nirn, Oblivion or Aetherius, soon this new world will take its place among them - tentacles rustled on the floor - because nothing is hidden from Hermaeus Mora.