Elder Scrolls IV: the Jaws of Oblivion
Prologue
I was born eighty seven years ago. For sixty five years, I've ruled as Tamriel's emperor. Generals and kings have knelt at my command. And yet for all those years, I have never been the ruler of my own dreams. I've seen the gates of Oblivion, beyond which no waking eye may see. Behold, in darkness, a doom sweeps the land. The blood tide rises. This is the twenty seventh of Last Seed, the year of Akatosh, 433. These are the closing days of the Third Era…and the final hours of my life.
