To think, just a few short years ago. I was nearly beheaded for simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time. But now?... now I sit upon the Ruby Throne. As the first true Dragonborn Emperor since Tiber Septim himself. The Amulet of Kings remade by Martin, the Avatar of Akatosh around my neck. I knelt before a priest of the Divines, readying to crown me... as soon as he was done giving praise to the Divines. "-by the mercy of Stendar, by the valor of Talos. I officially crown you Emperor of the Third Empire of Tamriel. May your years be long, may your house and family be strong, and may you defend the Empire all your days." The priest said as he placed the crown on my head.
I stood up, and looked upon the delegates from across the Empire that had been invited to this occasion. Mainly from the nations and peoples I had directly helped, with the Thalmor and the Dominion barred from entering the city. As almost everyone in western Tamriel can tell you. They ruin any party they take part just by being present.
So naturally the whole affair went without any serious hitches... I'm not kidding. No Thalmor assassins, nobody died. I even got a dance with the lovely Princess Elorl... I think I could see her as the future Empress. Then one week latter... an enormous Dominion army was directly in-front of the main bridge to the city itself. I didn't need anyone to tell me what they came for. To demand that I bend the knee to them, that I surrender the Imperial City and my throne in exchange for my life.
That. Wasen't. Going to happen.
"INVIIKTUZ!" I shouted to the sky, as I stood atop the walls to see the Dominion army that was gathered. "Sire, what good will shouting do?" A general next to be said. "All the difference. Now round up your men, and be ready to engage the enemy!" I ordered. "But they outnumber us over ten to one! This battle is hopeless!" The general said despairingly. "The only other option is to bend the knee. And I will do no such thing!" I said as the roars of Dragons began to fill the air... and the sky grew dark with thundering storm clouds.
Then Inviiktuz, and his Dragon flew overhead of the Dominion lines. Bringing great, and terrible calamity upon the enemy. "Zeymah! Raise up your Thu'um's in Grah Ahrk Nah! FAH DOVAKIIN! FAH BORMAHU" Inviiktuz shouted. "Oh ye of little faith. Now marshal your forces, or I'm going to use you as I would a hammer." I said to the general. "Yes your majesty!" He said as he hastily saluted and ran down off of the wall. I then jumped off the wall myself, with Winters-Bite unsheathed. Eager for elven blood.
Thus began the battle that would be remembered as Storm's Wrath. Not only for the Dragons that tore into the Dominion armies like starved wolves, but for the great thunder storm that raged. That Inviiktuz and his Dragons had conjured. Thunder and lightning struck upon the Dominion legions, as if the gods themselves were angry. Finally fed up with the Dominion, and the arrogant presumption of the Thalmor. More then hard, NOT to think that even without knowing that it was Dragons that created the storm.
At any rate. Clad in my Dragon-bone armor and with Winters-Bite. I waded through High Elven soldiers, with a number of Imperial Legionaries at my back. Winters-Bite made short work of the Dominion vanguard, and the Legionaries. Even though many of them we're greener then spring grass, held there ground against the more experienced High Elves.
The battle raged on for hours. Slowly but surely we chipped away at the High Elves numbers and magical prowess. That was when I caught sight of the High Elf commander. "MAN FILTH!" He shouted as we locked blades. "You will pay, for EVERY insult you've heaped against the Aldmer!" He shouted. "Your doom, is the will of the Divines. And I?... I. AM. THERE. INSTRUMENT OF JUDGEMENT!" I said as we fought.
And... I do not exaggerate when I say. He was my equal. His skills with a sword were equal to mine. Even better then the Ebony Warrior. His powers with magic were powerful. And his skills with a bow were deadly... for some reason he kept aiming his arrows for my knee's. My one advantage was my Shouts... and it wasn't enough. It went on like this, with Elven soldiers trying to get the drop on me... until I was exhausted, and on my knee's. "You certainly live up to the legend Dragonborn. For the first time I've actually gotten a proper challenge from your misbegotten kind." He gloated. "Tell me... are you afraid?" I asked. "What? He asked. "This invasion... was it launched because you feared me? Because you took note of what I have been doing?... that a former mercenary could challenge the mighty Aldmeri Dominion?" I spat defiantly.
"We noted you as a threat to our plans. And here you are... the so called Emperor." He said with contempt. "Oh... I am so much more then even an Emperor. I... I am Fange! I am the Bane of Alduin! I am Ysmir, the Dragon of the North! I am the Scion of Talos Stormcrown! And I refuse to yield!" I said as I stood up and held aloft Winters-Bite... then a bolt of lightning struck me. I'm not entirely sure how, but it didn't kill me. Instead... it filled me with a power I had never known.
"Nice trick human. But you are not safe from me!" The High Elf commander said as he raised his sword to strike... it didn't connect as it shattered like glass against me. "What is your name Elf?" I asked, my voice booming with power. "...Cala'ziim." Cala'ziim said. "Then I shall send your head back to your masters." I said as I tore off his head with my bear hands.
The Elves had been driven off of the field. Rather then die in a hopeless melee.
At long last... the war. MY, war. Had begun. And I, Fange, will not cease until the law and order the Empire has promised is fulfilled. Tamriels varied peoples live as equals and kin. And the Dominion of the High Elves is burnt to ash, and cinders!