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Of the many tales within my great work, only one has stood forth to many, though in the spirit of impossibility for most. This tale includes a number of heroes from far and wide, a gathering of the Dragonborn hailed from every Province and City-State, the growing threat of the Thalmor’s reign, and the malicious intent of an Ayleid king long lain in the halls of his fathers. All in all, a great battle, one which would define Tamriel as we know it, was soon to begin.

The Council of China’s-El Adabal is set in a possible outcome of the Skyrim Civil War, in which the Stormcloaks are driven back, the Emperor is slain, and the Last Dragonborn (in this case, my character Neemus Xercles) has laid claim to the Ruby Throne. With the emergence of other Dovahkiin, Neemus seeks to form an unbreakable alliance in his Empire, a unification called “Tamriel United,” which involves reclaiming the provinces lost and beating back the Aldmeri Dominion.

The Ayleid city of Nenalata, too, has begun a resurgence, a long-dead Wizard-Lord seeking to reclaim the lands of his fathers by any means necessary.

In the end, who will survive, and of those left standing, who will truly hold the power of Tamriel? The interactive adventure of The Council of Chim-El Adabal leaves this path to you.

The deer shot past the hunters, drawing them closer to the open sun beyond the trees. The Argonian Emperor stood nearby, careful not to touch the rays of the sun for too long. His hands gave the signal for his men to move closer, observing his prey with mild caution, though he had no reason to fear the magnificent creature. If anything, he was amazed at the grace displayed during the hunt, evading traps and bows with no shortage of dexterity. But the time was soon approaching for it to adorn the walls of the Jerall View in Bruma, not far from their current position. Sensing that it’s doom was near at hand, the deer sprinted as fast as it was able to escape, but a quick shot from one of the archers prevented it from running farther. Fear flashing in its eyes, Neemus strode to the animal, ready to release it from its pain.