The summary for my new story idea: Dragon-Blessed
Arnóra Winterblade. She was a warrior, fierce combattant, a hunter and a mercenary. Few could match her talent. Though when the dragonborn is sent on a quest to rid Tamriel of an immortal, vengeance-fueled King among dragons, the planes described in her elderscroll shift. She does not find herself in the presence of the warriors of old, waiting to learn a shout that can make the immortal experience mortality. Instead she finds herself in quite possibly the most dangerous position of all: the dragon age, where Tamriel was ripe dragons and their devoted mortal servants. With no grasp of magic, and the soul of a dovah gleaming within, how will she hold on to her memories of self while trying to make sense of the world around her.