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Harry arrived at the the Location of where Fort Uriel was only to find the fort in rubble and the surrounding Forest having grown over the fort itself, Moss and tree's scattered the pathway to the main entrance which was a old wooden double door, The walls and columns supporting what must have been the upper level had crumbled to pieces and large stone blocks littered the courtyard. Harry walked up to the doors and pushed them open, entering the fort using the light of the already burning torches Harry traveled down a large corridor which had many side rooms, There were no surprises in the old Fort no one had taken up residence and there were no traps. Harry Continued down the corridor looking into all of the rooms which turned out to be mostly bedrooms before he stumbled upon the last room at the end of the corridor, The last room was a large area filled with many tables and chairs as well as old plates, knifes and forks, Figuring that this must have been the Dining room harry noticed two doors leading out of the room.
After investigating the first room Harry concluded that it was the old kitchen as many old pots and pans littered the, deciding that there was nothing interesting in the Kitchen Harry moved on to the second door. Opening the second door Harry saw a Large room and was immediately taken aback by the room as it was completely different from the first, The first thing Harry noticed upon entering the room was that the lighting had changed, what was once bright orange flames on old torches had changed to a vivid purple brazier. There were many of them scattered around the room lighting the place up, the second thing Harry noticed was that this room was very different from the rest being more personalized than the others which were filled with a simple bed and bedside table as well as a dresser.
No, this was very different indeed, the room was much larger than the others and was filled with a large library as well as a desk and many books scattered around the place making it look as rather homely and as if it was truly lived in. Harry picked up some of the books and flicked through them noting that many of them were in a different language but were not unreadable to him while some were an older form of English. Noticing for the first time since he entered the room that there was another door at the end of the room, he went over and opened it and found something odd in the room, the room seemed to be a large bedroom but that was not what was odd about the room, nor was it the fact that the food in the room looked perfectly preserved. No, the true odd thing about the room was the skeleton lying in the Bed with his hand on top of a book which from what he could glimpse of the title said in the odd Language he somehow knew to read was 'Journal of Martin Septim'
"Septim" he said out loud to himself
The word kept echoing through his mind as if he should know what it meant, as if it was something that belonged to him, he knew that he was a descendant of the Septim dynasty he also knew that this man had the last name of Septim but that was all he knew. When Harry first heard the word it felt like it should have a great deal of power but saying it out loud to himself he felt nothing, quietly he went over to the skeleton and move his hand out of the way so he could gain access to the book, Taking the book back to the library and siting himself down on one of the chairs near the fire Harry started to read.
'3E 433 I have Arrived in a strange place, the last thing I remember is shattering the Amulet of Kings to become an Avatar of Akatosh and yet as I feel around my Neck I can feel the Amulet whole again and I am not dead, which is what I was expecting after joining with the gods. I am alive yet I am certainly not in the Imperial city nor am I anywhere I recognize. When I woke up I was in a forest and could see a large city on the horizon, It was not until I got closer that I realized that its architecture was nothing like anything seen on Tamriel nor were the people inside the city in fact the race of people seemed to be something akin to that of an Imperial but spoke an entirely different language. Casting a simple translation spell on myself I found the closest Inn and paid for a full night with the a few Septims I had on me, although the Innkeeper told me that although it was not an Accepted currency he would accept it because the coin was solid gold.
I was Awoken to the feeling of a blade against my neck I looked up and saw a man, He asked me who I was and what I was doing here and so I answered his questions and told him how I got here, although I must admit I must have gotten the Translation spell wrong as it seems to have mistranslated my name incorrectly in what should have been this lands translation of the Tamrielic 'Martin' came out as 'Merlin', quite surprisingly introduced himself as Arthur, Crown Prince of Camelot the castle where I was currently staying.'
'3E 454 It has currently been 21 Years since I have came to Earth, even now I do not know why I am here although I have learn't much during my time in Camelot I studied the Earthen magic which was greatly different than that of Tamriel, where as in Tamriel we call upon Magicka from Aetherius and divide it into many different schools of Magic, Here on Earth the Magic is gathered from a Magical core inside of all Magical beings even Humans. During my time in Camelot Arthur sent me to a Magical School by the name of Hogwarts and while I was much older than those usually sent to Hogwarts they taught me all the same, the Sorting hat which sorted students into diffent Houses sorted me into Slytherin, of which my Head of House Salazar Slytherin was very happy about. After graduating from Hogwarts I went on to Discover as much about Earth magic as I could eventually Arthur asked me to become his personal Magician to which I accepted.
Uther Pendragon, Arthur's father was assassinated a couple of days ago and yesterday was Arthur's coronation and ascension to his throne, I helped him prepare for it knowing the burdens of leading a country and that even if it was for a short while i was the Emperor of Tamriel. I have found myself starting to forget about all about Tamriel and my time as the 'Emperor who never wanted to be Emperor' and instead I have immersed myself in being Merlin, the Great Magician.'
'3E 457 It has happened, I have married a lovely woman and have had 2 children. My wife's name is Caelia our two children are Richard and Gareth they are both only a year old but having children I was faced with the decision of what to do with the Amulet, For the past 24 years I have always worn it since it came into my possession. it was a couple of months ago that I decided what I would do with the Amulet, I gathered some of my Wizarding friends and together we used a ritual that would make the Amulet appear in front of my next direct descendant once they reached the age of 14 although I also added into it a spell that would send it back to Tamriel if there were no more of the Septim bloodline.
I have also created a magical chest Which can only be unlocked with the Amulet of Kings I plan to put all of my possession in the chest and ensure that only those of my descendants can access due to the fact that I am seen in the Wizarding community as quite powerful and there are many people who would like to get their hands on my belongings.'
'3E 489 So once again the I must once again face war, although this time it is not against the Daedra nor any non human force. No, this time it is my old friend Morgana Le Fey who wages war against us it seems that in my old age I did not see the signs of anger and jealousy on her face nor did I ever see the signs of her descent into the darker side of magic I am ashamed to say that i did not notice the signs and now because of my misjudgment Camelot is paying the price.
It was a couple of days ago that Morgana was defeated although at a great cost, Arthur died in the final battle and now his son has succeeded him, the same with my son Gareth succeeding me and becoming the Court Magician when i stepped down after the war, I left Camelot and traveled for a bit before finally settling down and building my own fort which I named Fort Uriel in honor of my father'
'3E 496 The time is close now, it is nearly my time to move on, my wife Caelia died 2 years ago, my sons still visit although I am an old man now and do not usually move from my bedroom or the library in fact in these last few years I have been thinking of my home, Tamriel and if it would be possible to return there. It is my personal belief that if one were to Aparate as the Wizards call it while having spilled their own blood on the Amulet of Kings it should be possible.
Our blood is special due to it being linked to the Amulet of Kings and the Amulet has its own Power, even now I can feel it pulsing in time with my own heartbeat, unfortunately I believe that it would be a one way trip. I plan to try this Theory tomorrow and Return to Tamriel where i can die in peace.'
'That's the last entry.' Harry thought 'He must have died before he could try it.' Harry looked down at the Amulet and said "So the Amulet of Kings is what you're called, an appropriate name" The Amulet glowed and he felt a pulse of magic in response.