An Oblivion gate has been opened once again. This time in Skyrim. The forboding hellscape begins to merge with Riften. Pools of lava accumulate in small depressions throughout the hold. Daedra and Dremora spot the lands owned by The Rift and seek out mortals to manipulate and destroy.
A master summoner stands atop a hill out of harms way to view the carnage and chaos. His dark robes blend into the night even with the moon at its brightest. The only thing seen is his glowing eyes and the glint of his ornate custom made bow.
The trees and foliage have been possessed by the hellscape of Oblivion and are as dangerous as the daedra themselves. The air is unnaturally colder than the cool air of Skyrim. This gate is slightly larger than normal and give way to deadlier daedra, larger than a giant. While scrbbling some notes in a journal he witnesses a forest troll taking on a group of daedroth and is quickly dispatched. The Summoner writes more notes and catches a glimpse of some people making their way through the tree line...