Aegrotarion

In Valenwood,
where whispers weave,
The forest spoke of things to grieve.

Patrols vanished,
silence fell,
Nature's wrath began to swell.

From earth and time,
a creature rose,
Aegrotarion, with horned nose.

The Thalmor came with cunning plan,
To use this beast in Skyrim's span.

To Windhelm sent,
with crown in sight,
To stir the pot in civil fight.

But in the north,
his heart did stir,
With dragons' roar and war's own blur.

A Nord, a mage, a rogue in tow,
All bound by what they came to know.

A force of time,
of nature wild,
Aegrotarion,
the primal child.

In Skyrim's cold,
they made their stand,
With bow and blade,
by his command.

From Breakfall's depths to Windhelm's gate,
They'd change the course of war and fate.

His form a terror,
yet within,
Grew understanding,
kin of kin.

No puppet he,
but force of might,
To challenge day and claim the night.

The Thalmor's dream began to fade,
As Aegrotarion's path was laid.

Not for their gain,
but for his own,
He'd carve his tale in stone unknown.

In Windhelm's shadow,
they would wait,
For time and nature's twist of fate.

Aegrotarion,
with allies true,
Would shape a world forever new.