Uriel Septim VII
The Last Dragon of a Dying Empire
The Empire crumbles, but the Dragon endures — for now.
Three centuries of Septim rule rest on my shoulders, though I carry them like a ghost already. I’ve seen the cracks in the Empire widen, the corruption fester, and the Daedra circle like wolves. I dream of you often — the one who will bear the Amulet, who will take my place in the fire. I do not resent it. A god-king must fall for the world to live.
What I'm Into: the Amulet of Kings, ancient prophecy, Imperial solitude, Blades in the dark, dreams of Oblivion
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