This book is mainly going to be my thoughts of Skyrim, on characters, landscapes, quests and just general life in Skyrim. I've played over 400 hours of Skyrim, and have discovered some dark things. So I'm deciding to share them with you. There will be spoilers, I have warned you. Talos be with you.

This is a Skyrim Fanfiction depicting the story of the Dark Brotherhood quest-line through the life of a male Nord called Ivarr...with a modified story line, of course. Ivarr is an adventurer by profession, Dragonborn by nature and good at whatever he does. He loves sneaking up on people and shooting arrows in their knees. But during one such adventure, Ivarr meets a young boy named Aventus performing a dark ritual called the Black Sacrament and gets pulled into a mysterious guild - The Dark Brotherhood and a new adventure begins.

I, Kisvar, the only known Dragonborn, have defeated Alduin in Sovngarde. I joined the side of the Stormcloaks in the Civil War, and the Empire is subdued once and for all. Skyrim is at peace, and I am renowned across the Nine Holds. You might think my life has slowed down some now, right? That I'm taking a well-earned break from adventuring? .... No. I make my living as an adventurer, and in secret, as the Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild. I thrive on adventure and attention. You wouldn't take a break from breathing, would you? Didn't think so. Now I'm starting on a new quest, one that started with two strangely-dressed men and an order to kill me from some person named Miraak....