BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
None believed him, the dark elf on the road. The man who screamed of the creature who would swallow the sky. He was called the local drunk. Children laughed, guards ignored him, men and woman both shook their heads in dismay. Even the elf prayed that he were wrong.
Nords, Elves, Beastfolk, were all the same once their bodies laid charred. The man was right, for he had come, Tosh Raka, the dragon king of Akavir. With all of Akavir by his side, he made quick work of Morrowind. It was a charred, barren wasteland known completely as The Ashland. Most races were given a decision, submit and call Tosh Raka their Dragon God, or be executed. Most went the latter.
Now their lingering eyes are set on Skyrim. What’s worse is the fate of the Dragonborn. The one man said to be able to devour the souls of dragons, is dead. The army he led were engulfed by flames. It is believed the Dragonborn stabbed his sword into the ground, fire scorching his body while the sword resisted. Now, it stays in the one place the Akaviri Alliance rule, Markarth. The once powerful dwarven city is now one massive prison for those who wished to rebel. Most await death by the hands of the now enslaved Tsaesci, the snake men turning whoever resists into thralls of the Alaviri Alliance. However, the city isn’t without hope. A few lay in their cells, refusing to die by the hands of these no good invaders. This is the story of Akavir’s Downfall.
[Welcome to Elder Scrolls: Akavir Rises.]
This is the story of a not so distant future for Skyrim. Alduin has been slain, the vampire menace is gone, and Miraak no longer lives. However, now a new menace is here, but this one threatens all of Tamriel. You play as the prisoners of The City of Snakes, what once was Markarth. Your race doesn’t matter, your background doesn’t matter, all that matters if whether you give up and surrender to these threats or rise to meet them head on!
If you have any questions, please do ask.
