Let's play a game.

The date is the 22nd of Sun's Height, 2E 587. The place, Cyrodiil. You are among the few who remember this city when it was the jewel of the Imperial crown. When the bazaars were full of fat merchants rather than starving beggars, when gilded gondolas swam the canols instead of corpses, when elf and man and beast could, together, enter the White-Gold and petition for audience. When a woman could walk the streets at night without fear of becoming one of Bal's many brides.

You stand in what was once a temple and is now the makeshift headquarters of the Imperial Geographic Society. A hopeful name, or perhaps a mocking one. You are there gladly, wanting to make a difference; you are there for money, or for adventure; you are there because you have nothing better to do. You have a single task: to go out and document the land. To show the people the greatness that still remains, and the horrors that must be overcome.

Now go. Return to us your notes, documents, and drawings, and we will make sure that the people see them. We owe Tamriel our faith in her.

Around 2E 406, a crazy necromancer named Maggot Master went on a killing spree after finding out he can't even raise a simple skeleton. He started killing everyone in the city vivec. 60 Ordinators died before forcing him to retreat all the way to the imperial city. Word got out about his killing spree and the imperial guards decides to make him pay a 60000 septim fine. But all the imperial guards got was a lighting bolt to the face, 4000 imperial guards got killed in the imperial city, forcing the emperor to recall a few legions back from the other provinces and around cyrodill. Maggot Master went to the top floor of the imperial palace and tries to kill the emperor but saw hermaeus mora instead. Maggot Master prepares to fight him but a random saber cat appeared and kills maggot master.