A exile of Cyrodiil, kicked out of the College of Winterhold and left alone to weather the harsh mountains and plains of a Skyrim caught in the mist of their first civil war in centuries. A hero, a Dovahkiin said to have reappeared to save the lands from the mythical Dragons that plague it. A hero that doesn't care for a lowly wanderer, who doesn't even know of her. A plot millennia old that centers around a single choice, one that could lead to disaster or perfection. Both or neither.
This is my story. These are my adventures through this harsh world. These are my experiences.
And it's only just begun.