Willnoxas

I died, But it was only the beginning of my tale… Long before my unjust death, I was an aspiring imperial student in the Mages Guild within the Imperial City of Cyrodiil. Long hours of reading old dusty tomes and scrolls, learning to harness mana and knowledge. This was what I wanted...until I felt the temptation of power. Necromancy was and will probably be a taboo within Tamriel but at the time I just saw it as a tool to rise as a legendary mage. It happened one day as I discovered some other students in the guild working on Necromantic Summons. It seemed harmless as they used long dead peasants from the graveyards outside the city. So I joined them for a time and mastered the art of calling forth the power of the dead. However one day me and my fellow secret necromancers stumbled on a cult gathering. The Cult Of The Black Worm...the worm cult worship and served one of the daedric princes, god-like beings operating from a dimension known as Oblivion. Their pation was the vile