Man, diving into the world of Oblivion Remastered is like popping into a wild dream — and Martin Septim, the dude you can’t help but notice. You pair up with him while trying to stop the Daedric invasion, and it’s kind of like buddy cop style. Martin, this quiet guy who’s all self-doubt and brains, contrasts with you, the bold-as-brass Hero of Kvatch. But you click, y’know? It’s strange.
Martin’s all calm and composed — or so it seems. Deep down, there’s this fire. Suddenly finding yourself as the Empire’s MVP, while dealing with long-lost family drama? Wild, right? He pulls it together though, even if his past life was a total 180 from this chaos.
But let’s rewind. Like, who was Martin before Daedric doors swung open? Born out of wedlock to Emperor Uriel Septim VII — and we don’t even know who mom is. Can you believe he thought he was just some farmer’s kid? Uriel kept tabs via Jauffre, but like from a distance. Messed up family dynamics, if you ask me.
Martin needed more… ugh, wasn’t farming. So, off to the Mages Guild he went, but found their rules duller than dishwater. He dives into dark magic with a clique, drawn to Daedric Prince Sanguine — big mistake. Sanguine, the guy who grants wild wishes, even tosses Martin his artifact, Sanguine’s Rose. But nothing’s free; this merry Prince eventually pulls them into darker stuff.
Things go south real fast — friends start dropping. Martin bails, running to the Chapel of Akatosh in Kvatch. Becomes a priest, but deep down, he’s haunted. And just when he’s thinking life’s settled, boom — Daedric portal drama. Martin works a miracle, barricading and saving the locals until The Hero of Kvatch rolls through.
Now, get this. Why’s being a Septim a big deal for Martin and Tamriel? Well, without a Dragonborn (think Martin) on the throne, Daedric forces run riot. It’s like losing a cosmic chess game. The Amulet of Kings, a shiny little reminder of their rule, proves a point. Martin’s lineage from Tiber Septim — crucial much? His ultimate act, becoming Akatosh’s avatar, closes that evil floodgate but at a big price. The Empire? Never the same.
Did I miss anything? Maybe. This story twists more than a corkscrew. But man, what a ride.
