Not even a company, really, more of a band of specialists in our respective fields that sell our services to the highest bidder. We are a small group of such individuals. Perhaps they are disillusioned Nords, refusing to bend the knee to the cruel Dragonborn, wandering Altmer without a home to return to, Argonians that fear what might have happened to Black Marsh and prefer not to find out, Bretons that couldn't care less about petty, squabbling kingdoms, Dunmer that would only be cursed and called 'outlander' in Morrowind - men and women from all walks of life brought together by greed and brotherhood. Some of them are entirely homogeneous, composed of a single race, while others are defiantly multicultural, electing to ignore the racial power struggles. The rise of and the power struggle between countless kings and lords all over Tamriel has created a highly lucrative opportunity for mercenary companies and soldiers-of-fortune to make a killing.
It is in this theater of war that our story begins. It seems trivial compared to the other events in Tamriel and, for the first time in thousands of years, the Imperials are mostly left to their own devices. The Starry Heart of Nirn is far from united as several Imperial warlords raise armies and skirmish against each other, each preparing to lay siege to the barred gates of the Imperial City behind which the Elder Council and a few loyal Legions have barricaded themselves. In the midst of all this strife the Ruby Throne sits empty without a worthy successor. All of Tamriel's dominions, empires, provinces and kingdoms have been thrown into chaos as the former major powers have been shattered in one way or another, their hold on the continent broken. One decade has passed since the tumultuous start of the third century of the fourth era, when the Last Dragonborn brought down Alduin, the Emperor was assassinated by the Dark Brotherhood and the Thalmor were unexpectedly overthrown by Daedric usurpers on the final day of Evening Star. On his Throne, where he spoke as an adult, saying Steps of White-Gold Tower to place the babe Reman " And in the child's forehead was the Chim-el Adabal,Īlive with the dragon-fires of yore and divine promise,Īnd none dared obstruct Sed-Yenna when she climbed the
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