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Alright, let’s talk about this Tiber Septim guy from “Oblivion Remastered.” Who is he, really? Some hero from legend or just another story with a lot of noise? You know, he popped up at the end of the chaotic Second Era and kicked off the Septim dynasty that held sway during the Third Era. It all wrapped up when the Mythic Dawn came in and shut the whole thing down.
But Tiber wasn’t just swinging swords and yelling orders. Nah, he’s got scars on Tamriel that stick around for ages—like your Aunt May’s casserole you can’t get rid of. People chatter about him, even calling him a god—Talos. Seriously, he joined the divine club, the Nine Divines, and made it the Nine, which sounds pretty major if you ask me.
Anyway—no, wait—here’s a thing: Talos, as a kid, grew up in the ice and snow of Atmora and bounced over to Skyrim. Learned the Greybeards’ funky shout stuff. He helped out some king dude named Cuhlecain, in the typically chaotic battlefield fashion, with his awesome shouting, and grabbed the Amulet of Kings like it was the last cookie at the dinner table.
Talos kept rolling, storm clouds and glory… and trouble. Reachmen, those sneaky guys, tried to take him down but ended up leaving him whispery instead of shouty. But he rolled with it, took the throne, and went for the imperial name Tiber Septim. Oh, and became some Nordic hero called Ysmir, too. Yeah, that happened.
Right, let’s not forget the whole Numidium thing—a big, brass stompy god. Tamriel was playing the “join my empire or else” game, and Morrowind did this nifty treaty with Septim, handing off their big toy, the Numidium. He unleashed it on the Summerset Isles, and that kicked off resentment higher than my hopes of winning the lottery. The fallout from that setup the Thalmor mess and future conflicts.
But, twist! Some Underking character smashed the Numidium. And, bam, Third Era declared with a flourish.
Then there’s this whole saga of “who’s Tiber, anyway?” Fans have tall tales, like the Arcturian Heresy, claiming he was actually from High Rock as a dude named Hjalti. Worked with mystical mumbo-gumbo to cover his tracks and assumed the throne through some underhanded moves. He had a battlemage buddy, and these stories twist like gum on a hot sidewalk.
In the end, he dies—kinda? Maybe resurrects in spirit—hard to say. But sure enough, he’s worshipped as a god, Talos, and mingles his essence with the divine lot, showing up in Skyrim and beyond as a larger-than-life figure tangled up in all sorts of supernatural knots.
Then there’s talk of how he possibly altered Cyrodiil after achieving something called Chim. The place turned from a jungle to fields—like pasting over a mistake. That Chim thing? It means you know you’re in a dream and can mess with reality. Kinda like lucid dreaming, but with greater consequences and stranger results.
Look, this Septim dude’s history is sprawling, a mess, and gloriously complex. People love debating about him… probably as much as debating what to order on a Friday night. He shaped the terrain and left marks all over Tamriel, from Oblivion to Skyrim, his legacy sticking around like gum on your shoe. What a wild ride, right?
