Three dragonborn... A prodigal son, a primal spirit, and a dark heart. The Empire shudders on the brink, wracked by the axe of the kin of the god-emperor they dared to deny even as an ancient hatred older than men or elves rears its malicious black head. The Empire trembles with Nirn as wolves take what they can... but the guardian of both Nirn and the Empire has had enough of the torture of his Empire and world. Among the baying wolves, he has born dragons.