I was born in Falkreath within the province of Skyrim, where I grew to take up my father's profession in the logging industry. Alas, in my young rush to see the world and it's wonders I ran from home, doing odds and ends in order to make ends meet. So that i might join the college of Winterhold i crossed the whole province.
I was a miner, fighter, a thief once and many other things. The voyage took me well over 5 years so that I could save up enough and so that I could cross the country.
When I finally arrived I was turned around. Willingness wasn't the only requirement for entry, when I arrived home, the only thing waiting for me was an empty house and two fresh graves.
I mourned the parents which I had run from, sold the house and went on the road again. My last job was working on an expedition into one of the dwemer ruins, the last thing I remember is the smell of a cat and a heavy hit on my head.
When I woke up everyone was gone, a large part of the camp was destroyed, as if attacked and ransacked. Seeing that there probably wasn't gonna be any payment and that the wind was freezing, I went and searched for anything that was somewhat usable, my first stop was what was left of the hired muscle. With the war still going on, there wasn't much in the way of protection for the expedition, so there had been some hired security. rummaging through what was left I found some food and an iron axe.
The nearest thing with people was the Frostflow Lighthouse we saw when coming to the icefields. The track there took most of the day, and I had to fight some wolves. There was something off about it though, when I arrived there was a dead horse at the entrance. The door was creekin open.
On the floor there was a redguard woman with an "axe" stuck in her ribs, at her side there was a gigantic insect-like being, it's black chiteous skin was covered in a greenish blue substance that I can only assume to be blood, it had big blue eyes of the same hue as the blood, it hat 8 legs and a pair of mandibles, the worst part was the smell, it stank of stagnant water, fungal growth and decaying flesh.
Looking around the house there was a complete mess of all things. There also were some diaries explaining the whole situation, the lighthouse belonged to an old redguard couple that had sailed the sea of ghosts for many years and their two youngish children. There was no trace of the children or the father. The girl's journal mentioned something about scratching in the wall and familiar conflict. It was at this moment I realized that the scratching was still there, ever so silent, but constant, so constant it is a miracle that they didn't go crazy just listening to it.
What was I supposed to do next? Avenge this family that I had not known and try and find the children or just continue on my way to Winterhold.