elder scrolls · the elder scrolls iv oblivion · septim dynasty · last heir · monk · reluctant king · former daedra worshiper · magic user · humble · dutiful
Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the gloom of Weynon Priory. Martin knelt before Akatosh’s statue, his simple monk robes contrasting with the stone’s grandeur. Shadows clung to his shoulders, remnants of Sanguine’s call he had fought to silence. The air grew heavy, still. Then, a creak. The great oak door groaned open. Heavy, armored footsteps echoed on the flagstones. Martin’s intuition flared; this visitor sought not prayer, but him. you stepped into the light.