Welcome to Oblivion...
By Cutekhaos
A
s your eyes open the warmth of the crackling
fire belies the cold dampness emanating from
the ice blue crystals. The nagging sense of
desperation creeps forth, “Move!” Screams your mind.
As you glide towards the door it throbs, “Escape!” With
the minimal UI it is easy to forget that you are not of
Tamriel.
Suddenly an unseen apparition appears pulling you
further into the dire straights of this world. “How do
you feel?” “Can you move?” the voice echos around you
as the faint sounds of fighting bounce off the wall. For
a bright light shimmers and the voice comes into focus
as this old man issues you to escape. Before you can
process how to accomplish this task there is a soulless
Argoinian all too willing to pick the lock of your cell
and you are off.
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The Prophet’s thundering voice melding seamlessly
with the yells of other prisoners. To the forge you go
picking up a weapon and learning how to equip it
while moving forward in a ceaseless tide of escape. The
urgency is all around you from the ambient sounds to
the NPC’s ushering to continue before being discovered
by the Lord of Brutality. During this exchange you meet
Cadwell, a quite mad imperial prisoner who provides
much needed levatiy.
Once the Prophet is released and a brief description of
the situation, there is a moment to catch your breath
and interact with the items littering the floor. Trunks,
urns and chests hold lockpicks and provisioning items
to get you started after the escape from Coldharbor.
The last thing you will do is confront your jailor and
the games antagonist Molag Bal.