4E 205
Archaeological Site
Somewhere in Skyrim
Researcher: Ah... Dragonborn... Thank you for taking my letter seriously enough to come. We are at a critical point in our research, and we found something that we feel only you can help us with. It is an artifact that has inscriptions in the Dragon Tongue. We had members of the College of Winterhold examine it and there is an aura of magic around it, the kind of which suggest it is some sort of repository of information. They feel that only a Dragonborn can open it and learn what knowledge it may impart. I felt it was important enough to request your presence.
Researcher brings the artifact and holds it out to the Dragonborn, who takes it.
FLASH
Darkness... Fade in slowly to show Molag Bal standing before the Dragonborn:
Molag Bal: I knew this day would come. For over a thousand years it has been a certainty. I welcome you to my realm. Two hundred years ago, the last of the Septim emperors sacrificed himself and forever cut off your realm from our direct access. But the artifact your shell holds in its hands back in your realm is a gateway from there to here. But only for your soul which I now claim. You are not dead, and you cannot die. Not where I send you. You go to a reflection of Tamriel as it existed over a thousand years ago, when there was no permanant emperor and where citizens of the Empire did my bidding. When I send you, you will remember this only as a dream and your new life will begin. Why am I doing this? Because I cannot allow you to interfere with my plans for your world. Oblivion cannot open a gateway to your realm. But those who slept are now awakened and they will open a gateway to Oblivion, and what I feigned failure to achieve long ago, I will achieve now. For you will not be able to stand against me as Tiber Septim did. For you are as he was. You will stand for all time in your world, in the vault of ages my followers built so long ago, like a statue. Neither living nor dead... Soul-less. Impotent. No threat to me. Mehrunes Dagon had his season. Sheogorath as well. And soon will be the season of Molag Bal! Depart now into the endless night I have prepared for you.
FLASH
Darkness... Fade in to the interior of a bedroom. First-person-perspective.
Camera rotates down from ceiling and seems to move around with the perspective of one getting out of bed...
Camera approaches a washbason. Sound of water being poured and of hands splashing in it. Hands cover camera as if washing face... Vision blurred as camera turns toward the mirror. The reflection is not clear. Camera zooms in and...
ENTER CHARACTER GENERATION MODE.