Dragonborn

"Die!" Miraak screamed as his blade whipped a tentacle around the Dragonborn's throat. The Dragonborn choked and struggled, but the tentacle's grip only grew stronger. "Any last words?" Miraak said, almost chuckling.

"F-f-fu-fus!" The Dragonborn shouted. Miraak fell backwards as the Dragonborn smiled. His eyes rolled over as Miraak tightened the tentacle's grip even more.

"That... Was a big... Mistake..." Miraak stopped the tentacle, and pushed the Dragonborn off the edge of his tower. He fell into the strange water, and supposedly, died. Now, it was time for his reign to finally begin.

All over Nirn, the skies were pure black. From Tamriel to Akavir, it was darker than the void. Even Masser and Secunda, Nirn's moons, felt a taste of the darkness.

Miraak projected his voice so that all the citizens of Nirn could hear, and know that he is coming. He soon enslaved all of Nirn's population. Nobody was safe.

However, Hermaeus Mora was displeased. He couldn't let anyone become more powerful than he, a daedric prince! He decided he couldn't call upon anyone of this world, no.. It would have to be someone of another plane, another dimension. He decided to call upon an Equestrian.