Chapter one: And so it began

5 years since the invasion of Tamriel by the daedric prince of destruction Mehrunes Dagon and the champion of cyrodil is in his Bravil house sitting on the end on his bed drinking cheap wine and reading through his mountain of books and scrolls he had accumulated over the course of his travels. Reading and drinking are the only two things that kept him sane through the sluggish boring existence he faced. He has mountains of gold, swords and armour any warrior would envy, he's hailed in the streets wherever he goes for his bravery and fighting prowess, but... What now? Was this it?

*Knock knock knock*

"Hello?" Said Connor desperate for some kind of encounter that involved more than "By the nine it's him! The champion of Cyrodil!"

"Connor it's me."

"Oh... ok one moment" Said a slightly bemused Connor in his growly argonian accent. He had sent the Adoring Fan to the imperial city to find him a quest to go on thinking that he would never find anything thus keeping him away.

No sooner had Connor opened the door had the fan bolted into the room and started dancing and jumping in circles looking very proud of himself.

"Connor I have found exactly what you are looking for!" exclaimed the fan

"What is it?" asked Connor mildly interested.

"Here see in the paper" the fan held up a copy of the black horse courier and pointing at the headline which wrote...