There are legends that speak of a being. Some would call it a guardian, others – a curse. No one knows who – or what – it truly is. Some say that it was created by renegade mages seeking a champion to rally behind, others say that it had no beginning, for there are none alive that remember its creation.
It is used as an excuse by parents to stop their sons and daughters riding of for the colleges and guilds of magic.
It is clad in the darkest of armour, wielding a sword of blackest night.
Its armour is freezing to the touch, which the legends state allows it to walk across water.
It sleeps in ice, feeds on magic, and the minds of mages is its playground.
The ice it sleeps in is it's prison.
The ice wraiths, its wardens.
Should this unnatural creature walk the lands of Tamriel again, there will be no safe place for the practitioners of magic.
The lands of Skyrim, magical items scattered throughout its mountain ranges, would be irresistible to this dark soul.
Some would call it a guardian, others – a curse.