"Unworthy, unworthy, unworthy! Useless mortal meat. Walking bag of dung! A nice effort, though. A shame he's dead. These things happen. Bring me a champion! Rend the flesh of my foes! A mortal champion to wade through the entrails of my enemies! Really, do come in. It's lovely in the Isles right now. Perfect time for a visit."

That was the very thing you heard when you first came to the small island in the Niben Bay. Well, not the first thing that you heard. No, the first thing you heard was more of a message telling you to go away. But you didn't, because you needed to know what was wrong in the world, who needed help, what needed fixing. Some call you a fool, others call you a hero. Who knows what you really are? Well, you do of course. But that revelation will come in time.

You started your journey as a thief. Well, you know the story! You were a small Bosmer man, trying to make a living with the thieves guild back in your home city of Silvenar. You were caught by the Imperial guard, trying to steal something from one of the more influential nobles in the Imperial City. As luck would have it, you were also rescued by the same ones who imprisoned you. After a year or so of fighting, killing, having near death experiences, and finally, saving the world, you thought that you would settle down. But, now you're here.

When you entered the Shivering Isles, you met a man in a black and red suit. He called himself Haskill, and stated that you were here to meet his master. Don't just stand there, blankly staring! You always knew who his master was and is. The Daedric Prince, Lord Sheogorath. The Madgod! You were strong, and your mind wouldn't be broken as easily as the minds that came before you. You were determined to keep your mind in your possession. You wouldn't let anyone have it.

Wait! What are you doing?! NO!