A/N: We are huge fans of Oblivion but we don't play it as often. My typing skills may be rusty and I'll check for errors but until then, you'll have to bear with it. We saw plenty of fan fictions but none could keep my interest except one notable author. Which has had another give him feedback like I have. I hope to see that author publish more to his story. Please note that this is a collaboration between me and my best friend, so there'll be things that our insane minds put together that makes it rated M or T. We did do research, but not much so we may be inaccurate at in some of the studies, but if you do look up Summerset Isles, and the Sload, they do exist and so do maps that show the names of towns as well as cities.

Prologue

Arrival at Anvil

Seven months at sea was enough to make Magnis sick of the Abecean Sea for years, he and his cousin were traveling from Summerset Isles to start a new life. He and Ryan sat on their bunks in the ship. They called it the Kraken, a name to show the crew had no fear. Magnis and his cousin were only guests on the ship. Magnis' mother paid a good amount of gold to get him and Ryan to Cyrodiil. Ryan was his cousin who accompanied him on most of his trips to distant places. Ryan came to become part of the Imperial Guard but, Magnis however came to join his father in his business at the Imperial City as a courier.

Magnis didn't like the idea of joining the press but, his mother wanted this for him. So, Magnis now sat on his bunk, sighing as he listened to the shouts of men above deck. They were nearing Anvil; he could hear the navigator calling.

"Looks like we're almost there." Ryan said as he lay down on his bunk and looked up at the wooden ceiling.

"Unfortunately." replied Magnis as he looked over to the drawers. He was debating whether he should pack or join the sailors.

"You know you don't have to join your father's press." said Ryan as he looked over at Magnis; he was relaxed and nearly falling asleep. Another hour is all he had to sleep before they arrived at the boardwalk.

"I know, but mother will be disappointed if I choose not to join him, he's been speaking of me joining for so long." Magnis stood; he made up his mind and began packing his clothes, throwing them into a sack.

"Well, she won't be disappointed if you join me in the Imperial Guard." Ryan smiled.

"Not happening. Knowing you, you'll be after every bandit in Cyrodiil." Magnis said as he looked over to Ryan.

"That's what makes the job fun!" Ryan replied with a chuckle, he knew his own blood lust.

"Yeah, but your 'fun' will get me killed no doubt." said Magnis, trying to prove his point.

"That's not true! Well…almost not true." Magnis started thinking. "I'm sure you can do without a limb or two."

"You're nuts." Magnis said as he packed the last of their clothes.

"Just a little." Ryan was laughing to himself.

Magnis was nearly killed twice helping Ryan bears because they needed the fur to keep the people of their town warm. That was far behind though, Magnis forgave Ryan. Ryan's main want for joining the Imperial Guard was mainly to deal with the recent growth in bandits and marauders, he had sworn to his father who died from an attack that he would purge the existence of them. Magnis turned his eyes to Ryan who had fallen asleep.

"Magnis, sir." an Argonian walked in, keeping his head low respectfully. "We've arrived at Anvil."

"Will do." Magnis said as he pushed Ryan a few times to wake him as the Argonian left. He rose with tired eyes, they shone with sleep. "We've arrived, Ryan."

"Already?" Ryan asked. An hour had gone by fast, Magnis wasted it thinking. Thinking is what Magnis did to pass the free time he had at home. He had many fancies of being king of Cyrodiil, but that was out of his reach.

"Yeah, time flies when you're dreaming of ripping the limbs off of trolls doesn't it?" Magnis asked with a chuckle.

"Correction, it was a giant." Ryan joked. They both laughed as they stepped out of the cramped room with their bags of clothes.

"I suppose we're catching a horse to Imperial City?" Magnis asked as he ducked under a torch, being careful not to catch his bags on fire.

"That's the plan, then you go to father, and I go to the commander." Ryan stated his plan simply. He didn't need to add the in-betweens because he and Magnis were used to changing the plans on the spot.

"How much gold do we have?" Magnis asked curiously.

"Five hundred pieces, enough for a good horse and nothing more. So we have to stick with the crumby paint horses and eat once every two days if we expect to reach Imperial City alive." said Ryan as he tossed the gold into Magnis' hands. "You keep the gold, knowing me…I'd spend it at the blacksmith on a shiny sword."

The anvil docks were impressive. The boardwalk was constructed of stone rather than wood like Silverwood in Summerset Isles. The sun was warm to his skin, not chilly like he was used to. It seemed peaceful as well; it seemed as if there was nothing to worry about. No undead attacks, no Sload attempting to conquer. No elf seemed to look down on them as if they didn't belong here. Summerset Isles was the Altmer, Dunmer, and Bosmer home.

"I like this city." Magnis said as he looked around.

"I don't. It's too safe." Ryan grimaced. "No zombies to kill."

"Well, I like that about the city, it's safe from people like you." Magnis replied as he disembarked the ship with Ryan.

"I'll go mad if we're staying here for the night." Ryan grumbled as he walked along the deck.

The first inn they could find was the F'o'c's'le. Magnis assumed it was a sailor way of saying forecastle, it was logical in a way.

"Great." Ryan said with sarcasm in his tone. "Not only are we blessed with being in a nice city, we get to sleep in a five star inn!"

"Actually," Magnis started. "A lot of the sailors seem to like this inn for some reason-the service is supposed to be amazing."

"Right…and the Imperial Legion sucks…like that would ever be true." Ryan said as he followed Magnis who walked into the inn.

"Greetings." a beautiful young woman greeted Magnis and Ryan. They carried their bags over their shoulders. "I'm Mirabelle, and you two are?"

"I'm Magnis," Magnis started as he stepped to the side and nodded towards Ryan, "and this is my cousin Ryan, we've just arrived from Summerset Isles."

"Oh you poor things, are you looking for a place to sleep?" Mirabelle said as she eyed Magnis head to toe, as if she were observing his capability.

"Yes, we would like a room very much." Magnis said as he nodded.

"We have two rooms free, Timothee and Isolde have not been back for months, so I assume I can hand them over to you young gentlemen."

"Many thanks, madam." Magnis said. Ryan was quiet; he was too busy smirking at the hostility of the sailors around. They spat and stared with threatening eyes, whispering in each other's ears towards the two.

"I think I may not go mad after all." Ryan chuckled as he followed Mirabelle up the stairs to the Private Quarters.

Magnis didn't catch on, and didn't want to. He followed Mirabelle, keeping Ryan behind him, into the private quarters. The building was constructed of wood and the floorboards seemed to creak under their weight. Mirabelle pushed open a door and allowed Ryan into the room. She then led Magnis to his. Magnis laid out his bags on the bed and turned to Mirabelle.

"How much does our stay cost us?" Magnis asked as he looked into the pouch of gold.

"Ten gold pieces will do." Mirabelle replied as she leaned against the wall, she held her hip out and spoke flirtatiously. "If you need anything, stress relief, or a good time, you can call me."

Magnis hesitated and looked up from the gold he had in his hand at Mirabelle, he didn't know what she was implying. "Err…I'll keep that in mind, madam."

"Please, just call me Mirabelle. I'd love for us to become very close friends." Mirabelle said as she slowly took the gold from Magnis and walked out, swaying her hips.

Magnis closed the door and locked it. "That…wasn't weird at all."

The incident left his mind instantly as he lay down on the old cot, it smelled of dirt and drool, he didn't like the scent one bit. Don't they ever wash their sheets? Magnis thought to himself as he slowly drifted to sleep. He shut his eyes and let himself drift away into the surreal world his mind had built for him. The darkness became red and black. Flames formed around Magnis, he found the world around him being constructed of fire and black smoke. Shadowy towers rose in the distance as the heat warmed his face.

"What in the…" He ran to a hill, he felt himself weighed down; he looked down at himself to see he was dressed in black armor with gold trimming. There was a similar sword at his waist and he felt fatigued. Magnis looked around and saw dead men around him. All in robes, some in black and red armor…they looked like Dunmer with horns on their foreheads. Dremora…Magnis hadn't seen a Dremora until now, he only heard stories about them in history books that his mother kept in a chest. There weren't many books to prepare Magnis and Ryan for Cyrodiil in Summerset Isles, only books on the history of the mer, or elves. Magnis and his mother were immigrants there; it was hard to find a good job to keep the family on its feet.

Now, in terror, Magnis watched over hundreds of Dremora walking over to him, black and red rudely constructed weapons in their hands, shields completed these weapons. Fear coursed through Magnis' veins.

"Welcome to Oblivion…Magnis." an inhuman voice said briskly…