I am old and well tired of Skyrim.

There is no more to do or see. I have all the wealth I could ever desire and have done things no mortal has done before. My towers of gold, elaborate halls, vast libraries, and armies of servants can no longer keep my mind occupied. Even my misadventures with the Daedra leave me hallow. Even my limitless power inside my realm of oblivion, leaves much to be desired. For it is always exactly how I want it, it only is has I wish it. There is no uncertainty, and despite it being quite small when compared to any other realm it feels vast and empty.

I rise from my self made prison with perhaps for the first time in a long time hope. For while I have long since done all there is to be done in Skyrim I need not limit myself to it. There are other dimensions and they offer a truly comprehensive selection of possibilities. I have long held the keys but never before wished to travel before, needing or wanting for Nothing.

I assemble what I will need for this monumental undertaking, all of my black books, my elder scrolls, hundreds of black soul gems, the black star, and begin to craft runes of power on the floor. Using all of my mana potions and even some of my own magic to fuel such a spell. Hours turned into years, but I failed to notice the time passing. I worked with a mad vigor of my younger days, crafting a true masterpiece of spellcraft. My towers soon gave way to a expansive court yard filled with magic and teeming with souls. My finish touches allowing for more precise targeting. The only thing I made sure would be there was magic and my ability to use it. I left the rest up to fate.

I quickly looked over what I would be taking with me. My 7 ring of power, check, Dawnbreaker, check, My Staff of Ultimate Magic, check, boots of increased strength, check, My robes of Expert Destruction, check, and last but not least my Necklaces of Immortality, check. With these things on my person I was ready to go anywhere. And so I did. I abandoned all reason, and set about for perhaps the last time leaving all I had done behind.

At first the magic flowed slowly and I was able to direct it with a great deal of control. But it welled up like a storm building momentum and soon even I was having problems directing it. Soon I could hear the sounds of hundreds of souls be channeled by the black star into spell. A massive gurgling, popping, and unstable portal roared into existence. The light it produced was a sickly green, with massive arcs of blue light. The heat alone that radiated from it alone was a testament to its power. I pressed on using the Elder Scrolls to direct the Magic that was palpable in the air. The portal expanded great arcs of blue bolt of pure magic striking the runes and portal. The color changed all at once to a Dark blue that then turn to black near black has you approached the center. I was at this point struggling to keep hold of spell. The speed at witch it was progressing was dizzying, far beyond what most mages could even comprehend. Then the roaring portal settled, leaving only the calming hum of pure magic. The runes themselves now glowing has bright has any spell I ever seen, giving off pure white light. This was the sign that not only has the spell worked, but the portal's runes were undamaged and could be used again.

Author's Note

If you read all of this so far how bad is it?