» Sun Mar 24, 2013 6:53 pm I decided that my time on Oblivion was nearing an end. I installed all the DLC's I had downloaded over the years and dove in one last time. I decided that my final leg in Oblivion should be made by me myself. So I created myself (as much as one can in Oblivion) in the game, a Nord warrior called Ryan.
My goal was to finish everything. Every quest, every DLC, every major skill.
I first went and joined the Fighters Guild. After just a few (IRL) days I became the guild master, and chose a Fighters Guild Porter from Anvil to accompany me on my travels.
I then decided to delve into the Main Quest. I went straight to Kvatch (direct from Anvil) and helped the Guard drive out the rest of the Daedra. After that, I brought Martin to the Priory, and to Jauffre. In no time at all, we made it to Cloud Ruler Temple. I instructed my Porter to remain here and rest well. I then received word from a courier that I had inherited some spire in the Jerrall mountains, and went to investigate. There I found the Atronach Alter, and made myself a Frost Atronach (some speed, some strength. Ideal) and also made him wait in Cloud Ruler Temple. (I called him Jub-Jub if anyone cares)
After a while, I finally became Arch-Mage of the Guild. I destroyed the evil Mannimarco, and took a younger Mage to Cloud Ruler Temple. My plans were slowly coming together (half a decade of experience is simply invaluable)
I heard news of a prophet who appeared in Anvil after a horrific attack on the chapel. I listened to his warnings, and took up the call of the Nine. Blah blah blah, Umaril is dead, and a Knight of the Nine is in, you guessed it, Cloud Ruler Temple!
I finished the Thieves Guild with relative ease, but I had no followers. But I'm the Grey Fox, so **** it! But I did finish the Dark Brotherhood, and became the Listener. I brought him to Cloud Ruler, and I decided that I was ready.
I ploughed through the main story, and eventually came the Battle for Bruma. I called on the armies of Cyrodiil for aid, and they all responded. Save the Legion, which was warring with the Daedra both in the other colonies and throughout Cyrodiil.
I mustered my very weird squad and we marched to battle. On the battlefield, many soldiers of many colours stood in formation, as Emperor Martin delivered his speech. The moment he finished, a Gate opened behind him, and the battle began. The soldiers of Cyrodiil, and my squad of misfits charged the Daedra, and pushed them back. I then summoned my Dark Seducer guard, who aided me in attacking the second gate. When she fell, I called upon my Golden Saint, who survived the initial attack.
Before long, the Great Gate was opened, and many lay dead. My Knight, Assassin and Atronach had fallen, and I felt the need to dive into Oblivion to avenge their deaths and to prevent more. (Do Atronach's actually die...? They're Daedra, so I guess not. But he wasn't moving, so yes. The bastards killed Jub-Jub!)
I entered Oblivion, leaving the battle behind. I battled through the hordes of the Daedra, and stole the Great Sigil Stone. I found myself back on Nirn, and the result of the fight. Friends and foes lay dead in great mounds of bodies. It was horrifying. I made my way to Martin, but as I did, I trailed off my thoughts...
Jauffre! Jauffre had fallen! I ran over, and dragged his body from the scene of the aftermath. Unfortunately, he had passed away. I made a shrine in his honour in Cloud Ruler Temple. (I took his armour, and replaced it with the finest clothing I could buy, and constructed a rudimentary shrine on Cloud Ruler Temple's walls)
Me, Martin, my Mage, Porter and a soldiers were all that was left. But a victoy was a victory, and we rejoiced. I then chased MC into his paradise, and killed him in his throne, avenging Jauffre's death. With that, I took the Amulet of Kings to Martin, and we immediately set off for the Temple of the One.
When we entered the city, the walls were immediately breached by Daedra, and Mehrunes Dagon himself appeared! We fought through his Daedric forces and into the Temple of the One. Martin bade my farewell, and smashed the amulet. He instantly ascended to heaven, and the avatar of Akatosh erupted into life. The dragon-god fought Dagon, and cast him back into Oblivion. We won! We actually won!
I was proclaimed Champion of Cyrodill, and accepted the Dragon Armour. I bought that lovely house in Chorrol and decided to settle down.
However, after finishing every quest and every story in Cyrodiil, as well as becoming Sheogorath himself, I felt... odd. I never felt anything like this before. I felt complete. And finished. I've vanquished every evil foe, I've helped virtually every Cyrodillian citizen, and I've plucked every Nirnroot. So I donned my old Legion Centurion Armour (heavily enchanted Legion armour) and went to finish my chapter in the Elder Scrolls.
I longed for my homeland of Skyrim, but certain limitations prevented me from returning. I continued North until I found the remains of an Oblivion Gate, and two Daedric monsters left behind by their master. We fought hard, and I was triumphant. I looked to the North, and saw a large flat plain that I remembered from my earlier years as a bard. From here, I was only an hour's walk from Helgan, my home town. I ventured forward, yet I found myself stopped by these same unseen limitations. But I looked down, and noticed that my foot had just slightly crossed the line into Skyrim. With this, I felt unbelievable joy. I could not help but laugh aloud, for reason's I don't completely understand. I was to leave with a part of me in Skyrim. And that was all that mattered. I closed my eyes, looked to the heavens, and it was over.
My time in history was over. The Elder Scrolls continued on, without me, but carrying my name always. In Skyrim I was born, in Cyrodiil I was raised, and in both... I would disappear.
