[IC] Tamriel: World in Flames

[Flightless_Soul]

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"You should have acted..."

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Dragons...

Many years ago, before the rise of Tiber Septim, before the Great Empire, man made dragons into a myth. They were only the subject of old Nord legends and fairytales passed down to their children. No one believed they ever existed...until now...

Delphine sighed with regret in her heart as she stood at the summit of the Throat of the World. The chilling winds of the mountain whipped her scorched blonde hair into a flurry as snow and flecks of ice pelted her burned, calloused cheeks. Below, Skyrim lay in smouldering ruin. Flames as high as mountains lit the blackened night, smoke and dust so thick, it blotted out the stars and the moons.

"We were fools..." She muttered under her breath. Her armor, the armor of the Blades, sworn to protect Tamriel from this ever looming threat, she once felt pride wearing it. Now...she felt ashamed. Metal plates were singed and tattered, torn beyond repair as the woman who donned them.

"The gods lied to us! The Scrolls lied to us! We prayed! We waited for his return....but he never did. Alduin has destroyed Skyrim...and we couldn't stop him! Just mere mortals!"

A tear fell from her eye, caught by the frigid, howling winds, as from her armor, she pulled a pendant, clutching it in her hand...and falling to her knees.

The pendant...it had belonged to her dearest friend and most valuable comrade...

"Esbern...my comrades...Tamriel... I have failed you. Oh Divines...please...I beg your forgiveness..."

She staggered to her feet...and from the mountain she cast herself. Tamriel's hopes...they had died with her...

A new age had dawned upon the land, a tyranical reign of fire and terror. With none to oppose Alduin, he swept across Skyrim like a plague, delivering death and discord. Those who did not bow were incinerated... The Dragon Cult returned in full force soon after, conquering the land, as there was no Empire left to defy them. They enslaved the people, forcing them to build great temples and cities in honor of their Dragon Gods and offering unwilling slaves...as sacrifice.

Gone was the pantheon of the Nine, and ushered in, Alduin the World Eater.

There is no hope for Skyrim, no hope for Tamriel. With Alduin as Lord, the world shall burn...till only ashes remain.

[Drakey]

Mikhail pushed forth through the howling snow, his feet sinking in its frozen expanse. He had gone north, as far north as he could. Looking up at the darkened sky, he could see thousands of stars. However, tonight there was one more star. A new one, in a place that had been devoid of light, burned brightly in that sky. It was a sign, of that he was certain. A sign to return. Moving through the snowy expanse, small cats played around Mikhail’s shivering form. The cold didn’t affect them, it couldn’t affect them. The mana they consumed was negligible as well, which was good, especially for Mikhail. A sudden burst of wind blew open his thick cloak.

Waving through the white air, a crimson banner was wrapped around his waist. Metal plating going before it. The banner of the Dragon Priests. A sign, a past. As red as that new star in the sky. Mikhail’s eyes burned with a fire, more lightning than flame. A thick fog passed from his mouth as he breathed, running past his face. Stretching his neck, Mikhail brought the thick cloak back around his shoulders. Damn, he was cold.

[Undying Curiosity]

Many days have past since Soveliss left Cyrodil, what was once "The Great Imperial City" was now a husk of its former self. Looking back on the days gone, Soveliss was quite satisfied with how much progress he's made. Since his early days of travel in Hammerfell, he made a plan to visit one of many major cities in each province; In Cyrodill it was the imperial city, in Skyrim he was White run bound. Since entering Skyrim from the south, Soveliss' travel has been nothing but hard. Cold winds, vicious wildlife and bandits made the travel even more difficult. But once Soveliss reached the main land, things got much easier.

Looking around this new city in which he finds himself in, he feels like his hardships during his travels weren't for naught. Falkreath was the city, or at least what remained of Falkreath, that Soveliss decided to set up camp and spend a day or two. He pitched a tent on the outskirts of the city and waited out the day till he slept.

[DawningAurora]

Jo’nir stood in front of the only place he ever called home. The only place where he was accepted and welcomed. Now it stood in ruble barley resembling the great place he uses to be. He made his way through the rubble into the college of winterhold and into the Arcanaeum. Everything was destroyed, everything is gone, his home his friend, his family.

“Alduin you shall pay,” Jo’nir said as the urge to get revenge grew. He held out his hand and power radiated from him. he Summoned his Frost Atronach and instructed it to clear a path. He made his way through the college and back to the entrance. looking back at the college for the last time before he starts his new mission

Kill Aldin...