May 2nd 4E 225
I was on my way across the border into Skyrim when I ran into some of the local Nords running from something. I tried to ask them what it was they were running from and they just kept running. I shrugged it off and kept walking, only to find a mass of Imperials running towards me yelling in my direction to stop.
That's when I bolted after the Nords, also running for my life for I too was a Nord with great hatred for the Empire, especially now that they sided with the Aldmeri Dominion. Those damned High Elves and their knowledge of magic. I finally caught up to the other Nords, but by then we were surrounded.
Archers and warriors at the ready. My back up against the other Nords. We had no chance of escape, nowhere to run, and almost no chance of surviving this encounter.
They arrested us and read us our rights, which to the Empire were nothing. They put us on wagons and we started off to Talos knows where. They knocked me out, I know this because I awoke later in some small town, about to get my head chopped off.
Then, out of the mountains came something that appeared to be out of my old childrens stories. A dragon! Coming right for this small town. It swooped down and knocked most of the gaurds down while the others were fighting the giant flying lizard. I made a run for it and met one of the Nords in the Keep. His name was Ralof and as it turns out the other Nord that we got captured with was Ulfric Stormcloak, rumored to be the true High King of Skyrim.
Ralof told me everything that went on in the past with Skyrim being taken over by the Empire and Aldmeri Dominion, and that all Nords who aren't with the Empire will be hunted and their heads mounted above the Emperor's fire place.