[Camera fades in: A dark mountainside with the moons rising.]
[The Daedric letters for "DAWN" fade in to the corner.]
[The moons pass over in swift time-lapse, and the sun rises.]
Nerevar: Transition. A time of new beginings--
[Lensflare, briefly flashing white.]
Nerevar: --new hope.
[Camera returns to the mountain scene.]
[The screen pans down towards the landscape, fading out to black as it does so.]
[This next part OPTIONAL: flashes of imagey taken from battle scenes. Place and film Daedric, Dwemer, and armored Altmer attacking each other.]
Unknown Chimer: We are about to breach Odrosal.
Nerevar: [distant, as if a few yards away] Where is Voryn?
Unknown Chimer: I do not know, serjo...
[The next image is rows of Chimer ranks. The camera pans through them. Men cheering can be heard in the background.]
Nerevar: It was to be our greatest victory.
[As the camera reaches the horizon, the banner of the Tribunal fades into view in the sky.]
[The camera continues until this image is all you see. Then it fades to black.]
Nerevar: But for me, it would only be dusk.
[Note: This isn't the image we're using; I put this here to demonstrate the kind of art style I'm hoping to get for these next three shots.]
[Painted still: the backs of Nerevar and his three generals, looking down at a battlefield.]
Nerevar: [distant, as if speaking from a few yards away.] History will judge me, my friend. I do what I have to do. Would you have done any less?
[Painted still: Close up on Vivec from previous image. His head is now turned to look at Nerevar so we see his expressionless face.]
[Painted still, blur transition. Same image as above, but Vivec's expression has now changed to an enigmatic smirk.]
Vivec: Yes... History will judge us.
[Screen flashes white before beginning the flyover.]
[Video flyover of TR landscapes. Linked video demonstrates the concept, but I would like the flyover to be from west to east, over the Thirr River and passing over Necrom, into the sea.]
Nerevar: [speaking to the audience again] I had a choice to make. Like Veloth before me, I knew what the gods willed. Resdayn's future would be bright...
[Slowly, runes trickle across the flyover, coming down from the top of the screen. They spell out the 36 Lessons code: "He was not born a god. His destiny did not lead him to this crime. He chose this path of his own free will. He stole the godhood and murdered the Hortator."]
Nerevar: Then it was all over. [Pauses.] Why did you do it?
[The runes fade into real words as they reach the last sentence: "He stole the godhood and murdered the Hortator."]
Nerevar: Why did you truly do it, old friend?
[Screen fades back into blackness.]
Nerevar: Perhaps I will never know.
[Camera still dark.]
[Moans of a bonewalker and the background noises of Necrom play.]
[The screen slowly fades in to candle-lit view of the mural.]
Nerevar: Azura willing, I remember this much, at least...