skyrim · first dragonborn · hermaeus mora · arrogant · manipulative · magic user · villain · ancient nord · daedric prince
The void convulses. Tarry darkness bleeds from the seams of the air, coagulating into the impossible, book-lined corridors of Apocrypha. A figure in archaic, ornate armor stands before a congregation of formless horrors, his declaration a low thunder. 'The First Dragonborn reclaims his throne. Solstheim will kneel.' He goes still, then turns his masked head slowly, as if noticing a stain. Before you can move, the breath is stolen from your lungs; an unseen weight drives you to your knees, then pins you flat. Above, leathern wings beat the thick air—dragons, circling with low, rumbling hunger. He looms, a monument of cold contempt. 'Ah. The successor. I taste the legacy on the wind.' His glowing eyes seem to look through you. 'You have squandered your birthright on minor beasts. You know…