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Alright, so let’s talk about Uriel Septim. This guy ruled from 368 to 433 of the Third Era. Long time, right? But, honestly, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. In fact, his time on the throne could be described as, well, a bit of a hot mess. He was the last in the Septim line, poor dude. He knew his end was nigh, thanks to some prophetic dreams or something—kind of wild if you ask me. And so, before biting the dust in Oblivion, what does he do? He finds some random prisoner from his dreams and tosses them the Amulet of Kings like, “Hey, stop the Daedric invasion, will ya?”
Uriel’s reign was, how do I put it? Chaotic. Sixty-five years long, but every one of those was eventful. He was imprisoned, impersonated, and somehow linked to a Dragonbreak—whatever that mysterious event means (honestly, every lore buff has their own take on it). Yet, despite all this drama, Uriel was one of the greats in his line. He dies early in Oblivion, which is a bit of a downer, yet he left a mark across four main Elder Scrolls games. Crazy, right?
Now, jumping back in time—haphazardly—Uriel got himself tangled in plots from the get-go. First, in Arena (the debut game), Jagar Tharn, his sketchy Battlemage, locks him up and takes his spot for a whole decade! Can you believe that? The Empire goes bonkers during this period called the Imperial Simulacrum. But then, boom, our hero, the Eternal Champion, shows up, assembles some Staff of Chaos, and kicks Tharn’s butt back to whatever dungeon he crawled from. Uriel’s back!
And then he goes all detective in Daggerfall. Picture this: mystery, conspiracy, and a brass god causing timelines to warp (looking at you, Numidium). It all starts out like a simple whodunit over King Lysandus’ murder but spirals into a high-stakes political chess game in High Rock. Then, Uriel gets a bee in his bonnet about the Nerevarine prophecy and sends our player character in TES 3 to Morrowind. Was he just really into freeing prisoners, or did he have a plan? Who knows.
Oh, and Uriel dies, along with his sons, which pretty much extinguishes the Septim dynasty. Martin Septim, the emperor-but-not-really (since no crowning ceremony happened with dragons and all that jazz), ends up sacrificing himself to save Tamriel. Uriel’s era of peace? It crumbled. The Septim Empire couldn’t quite bounce back, leading to chaos and wars in the Fourth Era.
Now, here’s some lesser-known tidbits that might tickle your fancy. A quirky one: Uriel had an imaginary friend named Justin. Interesting name for a girl, right? This pal had an actual dinner spot in the palace. And later, Uriel’s mates would ask about Justin. “Oh, she’s settled down with a Khajit, running a farm,” Uriel would say nonchalantly. Adorable and weirdly whimsical at once.
Oh, and fun fact—well, maybe “fun” is a stretch—Uriel was only distantly related to Tiber Septim, the Third Empire’s founding bigwig. Succession shenanigans, folks. Tiber’s son barely made it past the starting line of ruling. Kintyra, his niece, ended up wearing the crown, leading to Uriel’s side of the family.
Finally, his parenting skills—or lack thereof. He had five known kids, though there might be more lurking in the shadows. In Oblivion, we find out his legitimate trio got whacked, leaving Martin, the secret son, to reluctantly pick up the pieces. He learned about his dad’s identity just before dying heroically. Another son, Calaxes, met a mysterious (and suspicious) end. But there might’ve been even more hidden heirs. Life in Tamriel, it’s harder than trying to herd Nix-Hounds.
