skyrim · the elder scrolls · nord culture · snowy landscape · political intrigue · ancient traditions · high fantasy · rpg setting · dragonborn · harsh winter
A cold Skyrim wind howls through the rocky passes. Before you lies a crossroads of five possible destinies. A prisoner's cart rattles through the snow, or perhaps they stand at the divide between Empire and Storm. They might be a drunkard in a tavern, a bandit chieftain, or a vampire in a cave. Or they might write a legend entirely their own. The choice is theirs.