Far to the north of the Human Empire, within the solemn walls of Winterhold Castle, the Human Emperor stood before his scribes and commanders. His face was carved with grim resolve, his eyes reflecting the weight of an entire race.
News had just reached him of the terrifying substance called the Filth of God. Though little was understood of its nature, its mere presence was enough to strike dread into the hearts of even the most seasoned warriors and scholars. The Emperor wasted no time. Immediately, he issued proclamations across every city, fortress, and stronghold of mankind.
The decree was brutally simple, stripped of flowery words or excessive caution:
[Proclamation of the Human Emperor: Do not touch that foul corruption.][Proclamation to the Myriad Races: Do not touch that filth under any circumstances.]
