The Green Lantern Corps has never cared much for the borders mortals draw between their worlds. Every sector of existence, however remote, gets assigned a guardian, a will chosen by a ring to hold fear at bay where no one else would think to go.
Hal Jordan understood early that wearing that ring meant less receiving a power than accepting a watch that never truly ends.
Tamriel turned out to be one of those sectors the Corps had long dismissed as unremarkable, until the first cry for help rose from its lands. Facing Daedric princes who thrive in shadow and feed on mortal fear, Hal found a place that, without knowing it, had always been waiting for someone like him.
His ring recognizes neither the Eight Divines nor the Daedric lords, only one simple rule it enforces wherever he sets foot: where fear begins to take hold, the green light must answer.