All he wanted was to live the rest of his days in the woods and leave the doom driven hero life behind. But his world needs to be saved one last time.
(Will include fan-made mods)
Akatosh, the dragon god of time, was currently just chilling in his little plain of existence minding his own business.
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When suddenly, he felt a massive headache. Which quickly devolved into him feeling awful all over his divine body.
Akatosh: "No... no! It's happening again!"
All of a sudden, he shattered like glass into a million pieces.
The pieces floated around for a few minutes, glistening in the nonexistent wind. Before eventually coming back together and reforming Akatosh back into one.
Akatosh: "Oh... that's not good..."
....
The Shivering Isles...
Sheogorath, the prince of madness, sat upon his throne bored out of his mind.
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When he suddenly jolted upward, as if sensing something in the air that no one else could. He then started to slowly smile wickedly.
Sheogorath: "Well now... that IS interesting... hehehe. Haha! HAHAHAHAHA-"
His maniacal laughter echoed throughout the palace.
Somewhere in Cyrodill...
A village was being burned to the ground. Men, women and children were being put to the sword. The Thalmor, agents of the Aldmeri Dominion, had suspected the residents of this village to be engaged in illegal worship of the false (in their eyes) god Talos. And this suspicion was all the reason they needed to raze the village to the ground and mercilessly slaughter it's inhabitants.
And at the center of it all, stood the man, or elf, in charge of this operation. One by the name of Justiciar Marco.
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He and a group of his cronies stood outside a wood mill. Looking in through the window, one would be able to see a small family consisting of a father, mother and daughter all looking terrified for their lives.
The soldiers who stood outside all held torches.
Marco: (snaps fingers) "Burn it."
At his command, the thalmor soldiers approached the wind mill and set it ablaze with their torches with the family inside. The screamed in terror and soon agony as the flames consumed them and what used to be their home, all while Marco watched with a wide sadistic grin.
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As he watched in joy as the family of heretics was burned alive, another thalmor soldier walked up to him and tapped his shoulder.
Marco: (turns to the soldier, clearly annoyed) "What do you want? Can't you see I'm trying to appreciate my handy work?"
Thalmor Soldier: "Apologies Justiciar Marco, but I bring you direct orders from Alinor."
The soldier reached into his satchel and pulled out a parchment that he showed to Marco, who snatched it from his hands with a scowl on his face.
He opened the letter and began to read, and as he did a wide evil grin plastered his face.
Marco: "Finally. I've been looking forward to this."
A/N: short chapter that mostly exists to set up future plot points. Also some of you may notice that I removed the mod list chapters. This is because I've decided to name the mods in the chapters they first appear in, if that makes sense.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this admittedly short chapter. Stay tuned!
