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It was a glorious day. His armies had won their biggest victories in the Aldmeri Dominion Decimation Campaign; they had retaken the heart of the Empire the Imperial City in Cyrodiil.
As he stood outside with his fellow brothers and sisters-in-arms, he took a breath and roared, “MUL QAH DIIV!”
His body now glowing and his powers heightening with the Dragon Aspect Shout, he exclaimed, “My friends! Loyal subjects of Tamriel! This is a new dawn for all of us!”
Cheers and roars were heard.
“It has been too long since a worthy Emperor sat upon the Throne of Tamriel. When Martin Septim sacrificed his life 500 years to the date to save our world from the Oblivion Crisis, the world thought those of dragon blood were gone.
“They were wrong.
“The Thalmor,” he continued, spitting the name of the ruling body of the Aldmeri Dominion out like a bad taste in his mouth, “thought they could destroy what the Empire was founded upon! But they did not count on a REAL military resistance coming from all corners of Tamriel. We drove them out and now have our Empire back!”
More roars and cheers sounded.
“But it does not stop there, friends. We will rebuild what they sabotaged and then marched onto their doorstep and burn their Dominion to ashes! I, Baldor Septim I, the Dragonborn, declares war eternal upon the Dominion!”
The roars and cheers drowned out any and all noise. Patrick then roared, “TO ARMS!!!”
If that doesn’t describe what I’m like, nothing will XD. Patrick, the Brilliant Battlemage Bard, at your service!
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