Waking up in a prisoner wagon when you thought you were playing a game is no way to start your day. But who's going to be the Dragonborn? The arachnophobic off-worlder with no survival skills, or the Orc prisoner who gets stuck with her?

He was a broken, crippled man and she was from a race of semi-mythical monsters. And yet, this peculiar duo is the last, best hope a crumbling Skyrim has for survival. The gods truly have a sense of humour, it seems.

"Heroes didn't hide from anything. They ran fearlessly charging the front lines, not skulking in dark corners slowly picking off enemies with a bow. Hers was the body of a coward and a criminal." A story following the Thieves Guild quest line.