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** Ω;; The end of an ERA. So it seems. Alexus lie in bed, the crown of the emperor bedecked with rubies and diamonds sat atop his grayed hair. It weighed a metric ton. His visage looked as though he had lived many a lifetime–could have been hundreds of years (easily). He alone was responsible for the reunification of the Septim Empire, the eradication of the Thalmor infidels, re-establisment of The Blades {ect….}
Onward to the plot, however.
He hacked up a lung, accompanied by flecks of phlegm. A matron with an amulet of Talos twirled around her hands like rosary beads lit a stick of incense, a vanilla and moon-sugar blend that wafted ‘cross the room; made the Emperor’s final few hours bearable. All who crowded him spoke their final thoughts and grievances.
“Come forth,” he choked, and the crowd turned to look, aghast and awed!
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