Like a radiant beacon the cave glittered above her head, the cold floor now covered in warm blood. Aurea could feel it under her skin, the burning and aching pain, the claws and flame. From the distant shadows of the cave she could hear her captors. Desperately her eyes tried to focus in the shadows, as they grew closer, the foul smell of decay and rot suffocating her. Her voice whispered prayers of desperation, "Kynareth, Mara, Akatosh, Talos, Nocturnal, Hircine, anyone please..."
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....