15 years after the Oblivion crisis, the people of Tamriel had finally came to peace under the rule Chancellor Ocato.
Ocato appointed himself temporary emperor 3 years after the crisis, and it has lasted for 12 more years.
There was some outrage when the Chancellor did this, but he quickly improved the empire.
He has appointed new council members to represent the provinces, under Ocato's rule, the provinces prospered.
One man though, Demonth Mottrie, the council member for High Rock, was one of mystery.
He had a shady past with the Mages guild, being banned for necromancy.
Ocato had given him the seat under his watchful eye, though Demonth showed no signs of shady actions.
All had been peaceful in Tamriel, until today, that is.
Demonth had walked in to Ocato's quarters.
"Ocato, we must speak!" Demonth said.
"Of what, Mottrie?" Ocato asked.
"The Black Horse Curior, they have been reporting lies about me!" He shouted.
"You must not take them seriously, the always print lies" Ocato said calmly.
"But they will ruin my plans!" Demonth said, forgetting who he was talking to.
"Plans, what plans?" Ocato asked suspiciously.
When Demonth heard that his face dropped, his long hair covered his eyes, a grin came over his face.
"Damn you, Ocato, well I think you should know" He said with a slight laugh.
"You see, when I was appointed 9 years ago, I had been banned from the guild for Necromancy.
After that I had to seek more power, which had led me here, to the Council."
Demonth had moved over and locked the door.
"After you gave me the High Rock seat, all I had to do was wait.
I plan on running the empire, without your...assistance"
"You'll never get away with this" Ocato said pulling out his staff.
"Oh, but I will" Demonth said, smarmy sounding.
Ocato gave an output from his staff, the shock burst almost struck Mottrie a he side stepped.
Demonth's fireball he casted had struck Ocato's hand, burning it badly, as he screamed and fell to his knees.
"Agh, the legion will kill you as you leave, you pathetic cur!"
Demonth pulled out his short sword and held it to Ocatos neck.
"Oh Ocato, high and mighty emperor, your end is now" Demonth said
Demonth raised his hand to do a slash.
"Akatosh save me" Ocato said as his last words.
The blade came across and slashed his throat.
Demonth knelt down to take the key to the White-Gold Tower basemant .
The basemant had some of the most treasured items the empire had to offer.
Demonth, will soon become a force of evil and unstoppable.
The legion will be powerless to him, he'll command hoards of the undead.
Only a selected few can stop him.
2nd Note: the next part will take us to the protagonists as they hear of what happened.
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