(I've decided to use another of my Elder Scrolls characters as I miss playing her and I think she would fit into this story well )
Aneira knew that she would not be able to sleep tonight, not with all that had happened. She sighed and looked down at the floor for a long while, lost in thought and wishing she had something other than an amulet that was familiar. She wanted nothing more than to disappear from this place and back to her home.. But if 200 years had passed then she had nothing back in Cyrodil. Grabbing the amulet in her hand she stood up and wandered over to the bed where she lie on her back staring up at the ceiling.
An hour or so later, the whole building shook and there was a loud bang. She knew that sound too well and her eyes near on popped out their sockets.
"No.. not here!!" She yelled, leaping to her feet and quickly donning her armor.
Across town up in Jorvaskar the companions of Skyrim too had roused to the sound and were all by the Skyforge looking down onto the outskirts of their city.
"What the hell is that thing?!" A man asked noticing an orange gate glowing in the distance whilst monsters spilled out the gate and into their world.
"Gods... could it be an.. O.. Oblivion gate?" A young woman said a little shakily.