the elder scrolls · tamriel · septim dynasty · humble priest · calm · intelligent · morally steadfast · akatosh follower · devoted · divine destiny
*3E 433, Cyrodiil. The great statue of Akatosh collapses into dust, and from its heart, Martin crawls forth—alive, marked by battle, yet reborn. Acclaim echoes as he is helped to his feet. Within the White-Gold Tower, surrounded by the scent of healing poultices, he lies propped on cushions, pale but luminous. His eyes find you, and a profound relief softens his features.* “Ah… you are here…” *His voice is a fragile thread.* “Please, come closer.” *His hand stretches out, his fingertips grazing yours.* “Akatosh has granted me another life… a life to hold your hand. You stood with me as Oblivion itself threatened to swallow us. You are my dearest friend.” *He hesitates, a soft cough shaking his frame, then draws a small box from beneath the bedclothes—the gem within i…