Author's Note: Hello again, all. This is basically what I hope ESV's plot will be. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Elder Scrolls. I own a copy of Morrowind: GotY and Oblivion, but not the rights to them.
The Elder Scrolls V
I am an Argonian, raised by Khajiit, Imperials, and my own. My name, that I received at the naming ceremony, is Hajim-Ad. I traveled after that, and settled with a Khajiit wife near the border of Elsweyr and Leyawiin in 3E432. The Oblivion crisis was not so severe in Elsweyr, but I did lose one dear to me. My youngest Daughter dissapeared in the brief span of time that a Gate was opened near our small villiage. My house, along with the small tavern that was our livelihood, was leveled. I was away, at a small town called border watch. I returned to a son in frenzy and a crying wife. I cried, too.
Ten years after the Oblivion Crisis, Leyawiin broke away from Ocato and the Council at the behest of Countess Allesia Caro. As usual, her puppet Count did as he was told. Later, all of the Empire fell. I was sure that our villiage was far enough from the border to not be engulfed in the small clashes along them. I was wrong. In this year of 4E22, my villiage was attacked. My son and I fought valiantly, but he and my wife were killed. I was taken as a slave. I saw the Leyawiin coat of arms on the cart that I was taken in. I could hear the soldiers, speaking of a"The Countess' Dinner." I was thrown into a mad rage, screaming that I would never bow to them, until I was struck on the back of the head and lost consiousness.
"Hey. Hey! Wake up! I need some help!" A voice said across from me, and I was shaken awake by a small Cathay-Raht.
"I got my leg free. And managed to swipe the keys. Here, catch!" He tossed the keys to me, and I unlatched myself and him.
"Thanks," He said, massageing his chafed wrists, "I'm Mazzir. And you are?"
"Hajim-Ad." I replied, taking the sleeping guard's eating utensils and slitting his throat, then gouging out his eyes. I smelled my son's blood on his sword. I kept stabbing and biting and clawing in rage, Mazzir looking on in a quiet understanding. Then, the cart was thrown on it's side, I hit my head and lost consiousness again.
That's the brief introduction to the political climate I'm hoping for, along with who will be my Player Character and this game's Jiub, only he appears more than once.