Masser and Secunda shone in the night sky, coupled with the glittering stars that dotted it.
It was a quiet night for the majority of Tamriel's denizens. Most slept, but others lay awake in work or relaxation, putting the hours of the night to use. It was they, those who were awake, who saw the anomaly that would change Tamriel, Nirn, and even Mundus. Six. Six jagged shards of crystalline ice, rocketing towards the surface at breakneck speeds. If one was close enough, they could see what lay within.
Humanoid figures encased within each shard. Unconscious, and nude. Be it fate or chance, the shards landed in the nation of Skyrim, a cold and harsh land filled with hardy people and hardier creatures.
The shards crashed to surface, near a small village, well known for its trade of lumber. Riverwood, founded by an ambitious family in the hold of Whiterun. Barreling through tree after tree, waking the townspeople of the nearby village, the descent was finally complete.
The outlanders had arrived.