Oblivion Remastered: Exploring Martin Septim’s Legacy

Alright, let’s start with a confession. I don’t know why Martin Septim keeps popping up in my head, but he does. Imagine meeting someone like him in “Oblivion Remastered” while trying to save the world—quiet guy, totally different from our hero running around Kvatch. You end up kinda drawn to him, right? I know I did.

Here’s the thing, Martin’s not just some quiet dude. There’s this… weight he carries—being the VIP outta nowhere after his family tree surprises him. I guess that changes a person.

So, Martin—or should I say Sir Secret Life—was born out of a royal scandal. Emperor Uriel Septim VII’s kid—illegitimate, by the way. Talk about family drama! He didn’t even know who his real parents were. Grew up thinking he’d be milking cows or something. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but you know, destiny had other plans. And old Uriel? Always had Jauffre peeking in on Martin’s life.

Teenage Martin got bored fast, though. Dabbled in magic with the Mages Guild, but rules? Nah, not his thing. So, he wandered off with some like-minded, shall we say “adventurous,” souls. Next stop: Daedra worship. Specifically, Sanguine, Master of Parties. Little did Martin know, the fun could get super dark. He even got this cheeky gift, Sanguine’s Rose—like a party favor from hell.

But wow, it got twisted. Almost like a dark comedy, minus the comedy. His pals started dropping like flies. That’s when Martin hit, “Nope, I’m outta here,” and hightailed it to Kvatch, decided playing priest was a safer bet. Irony, huh? A Daedric crisis later, he’s holed up with folks in the chapel, waiting for rescue.

Got a quick spoiler alert warning for you—seriously, cover your eyes if you hate spoilers! Fast forward to world chaos. The Mythic Dawn managed to open Oblivion portals because the whole “keep the Dragonfires burning” thing fell apart. Without a Dragonborn on the throne wearing that fancy Amulet of Kings, Daedra were free to party in Tamriel.

Enter Martin. Last hope from the Septim line. His great-great-however-many-times-grandfather was Tiber Septim. No pressure, right? But the guy had guts. End of the story, he sacrifices himself, transforms into some giant dragon thing, and seals the barrier for good. Can you imagine? The Empire changed forever, but what a way to go out.

So yeah, Martin Septim’s saga, folks. A guy who dabbled in dark arts but ended up a hero. Makes you wonder how anyone could be both ordinary and extraordinary. In any case, that’s how it went down—crazy twists and all.