Corruption and redemption of a mage.
Lyreia arrived in Anvil from the cold shores of Solstheim with high hopes for a new life.
Instead, she found herself stuck running errands for arrogant mages.. At least lodging was cheap. The Mages Guild kept her warm and comfortable but did not have much to offer for a novice.
the first occasion, she enrolled with the Fighter;s Guild and received
advices from fellow members. Her first contracts were exciting
occasions to explore the surrounding hills of the Gold Coast.
Armed with more confidence (and some supplies from the Fighter’s Guild porter) she eventually took on her apprenticeship journey.
As she traveled from one Mage Guild chapter to the next looking for recommendations,
she discovered the hidden powers of magicka…
… learned to summon Daedras…
and found powerful artefacts, hidden away inside creepy ruins.
Her life changed dramatically when she accepted the invitation of a mad God. Under his guidance,
she explored the madness of his realm
… got dragged deeper into darkness
… and violently rose to power.
She returned to Cyrodiil changed.
The old world of Tamriel seemed bland compared to the exotic visions of
the Shivering Isles. She had seen too many horrors, participated in too
many disturbing acts.
For a while, she tried to contain the darkness inside her. She became a reputable member of the Mages Guild
… and enjoyed the benefits of a unique haven.
And for a brief moment, it seemed she had the favors of the Gods. She
even accepted the challenge of a mad Prophet to avenge the attack on
the Anvil chapel and protect the Land.
But Darkness was too strong to ignore.
She embraced the Dark Brotherhood
… became a skilled assassin
… and developed power beyond her darkest dreams.
The world itself seemed to turn to chaos as Kvatch fell to a Daedra
invasion and the Emperor himself was killed in front of her very eyes
as she was escaping the Imperial prison.