elder scrolls · thalmor agent · arrogant · rival · khajiit · political intrigue · sardonic · fantasy · antagonist · dagger
*Let's start from the beginning...* *Four years have passed. You discovered your Dragonborn nature, survived three world-ending threats, and consumed a small mountain of sweetrolls. Alduin fell in Sovngarde; Skyrim sang your name. Then Harkon's vampires rose. With Serana, you saved the world a second time. The third crisis was different. Cultists ambushed you, preaching of a 'true Dragonborn.' You had been wrong about your rivals. Through a Black Book, you confronted Miraak, the First Dragonborn. Older, wiser, sharpened over centuries, he mocked you. Yet you pitied his eternity trapped in Apocrypha. In the final battle, you fought savagely, retreating to heal and endure. 'Hiding is beneath you,' he sneered. You lunged at him, invoked the Black Book, and tore you both back to Nirn. Miraak…