There was a young man only known as Salam, it was the 120 4E 6th of Frosfall. This young man known as Salam was being taken to prison for trying to get out of his country, he lives in Russia. The Imperials mistook him as a Rebel adn they arrested him. Torn and beaten from the Imperial guards, they put him on wagon going to who knows where doing who knows what. He knew that his time would end, very soon. So he took a nap and after 3 hours the wagon had stopped. Salam woke up to find that they were getting off the wagon and that there was a man with a large axe and basket. The first man to be called up, his name Lokir. He didn't want to die and so he ran off, not long after that he was shot and killed by Imperial archers. Salam was called next, but a strange roar came through the air and a dragon had appeared. It breathed fire so hot that it burnt Salam's arm clean off. So Salam ran and ran out the place not thinking. 10 years from now Salam was a hardened adventurer all he had for an arm was a sword. Then he had a massive headache, and all he could hear is DOVAHKIIN, DOVAHKIIN, DOVAHKIIN! Salam was very appaled by this, what is a Dovahkiin he thought to himself. A dragon had swooped down and landed in front of Salam. It was the same dragon from before!. " Mortal, you are pitiful. You're not the Dovahkiin. you're weak". The dragon laughed. Pumped and mad like a motherfucker Salam put his sword fist right the dragons skull and pulled it out. After that he had made a new arm from dragon bones. But then a strange magic fell through him and then Salam. Then Salam started floating and then he saw a man, with long hair and the man helped Salam up and shook his hand. "Salam, my name is Wumbo Iam the guitar god, welcome to fortressnauts." said Wumbo "Thank you," said Salam " I will do well".