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A Hero's Tale
Based on Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
Prologue
4E 20, 15th day of Second Seed
It was a warm sunny day in the city of Anvil, which lies on the coast of the Abecean Sea in the Imperial Province of Cyrodiil. Dominating the glorious skyline of the city stands a beautiful stone chapel known as the Great Chapel of Dibella. The chapel is where followers of the Nine Divines seek the blessing of Dibella, the Goddess of Beauty.
Several citizens are walking the streets going about their normal routines with the exception of one. He is a short light skinned Breton dressed in leather breeches and a white cotton shirt. The half-elf, known as Dimitri Perrick, is strolling down Main Street passed the Mage's and Fighter's Guilds on the right and Morvayn's Peacemakers store on his left. He is carrying a satchel full of quills, some ink pots, blank parchment and some leather bound books. Perrick works for the Black Horse Courier, the Imperial newspaper of Cyrodiil, and is on his way to the largest house in all of Anvil – the Benirus Manor.
Perrick is interviewing the owner of the manor, a Nord by the name of Kalthar Dark-Heart. Dark-Heart has been known by many names for the last twenty years, such as the "Hero of Kvatch", the "Savior of Bruma", and the "Champion of Cyrodiil". Today will be the first time ever that the Hero of Kvatch has actually spoken to a reporter about his role in the Oblivion Crisis, his meeting with the illegitimate son of Emperor Uriel Septim VII, Martin and how both of them forever sealed the daedric prince Mehrunes Dagon in the demonic world of Oblivion.
The manor is at the end of Main Street and Perrick notices that all of Anvil's citizens are bustling about the Market Square in preparations of a festival to celebrate the end of the Oblivion Crisis twenty years ago. The Breton opens a small wooden gate and walks briskly up the walkway towards the front door of Benirus Manor, home to the Hero of Kvatch.
Today, my life will change forever. No more writing about petty thieves and dirty beggars in the Elven District of the Imperial City. Today I get my big break, the Breton thought to himself.
He stood before an ornately carved wooden door, raised his fist and knocked loudly.