Preface
Each of us resides in our own Skyrim universe.
We are all Dragon Born; that much we have in common.But we are men or women, Nord or Imperial or Elf or a member of any number of custom races.We are fighters or thieves or mages, or a combination of the three.
Those of us who choose to write about our universe must begin somewhere, either in a cart on our way to the executioner’s block, or many years after that noteworthy day.
The Skyrim inhabited by Heimdall Aric Belrud Aamutähti, Dragon Born, Archmage, Companion, Thane of Haafingar, Eastmarch, the Pale, Whiterun and the Reach, is introduced to you in the two-hundred-thirteenth year of the Fourth Era. Alduin is defeated, as is Harkon and Miraak. The Civil War rages on.Aric has long since scoffed at any attempt to limit him to adopting only two children.Now, at the not-so-ripe-old-age of forty-four, many of his adopted children are adults themselves, and actively assist him in bringing and maintaining peace to Skyrim, while still finding time for their own adventures. Some familiar faces have aged alongside Aric, others seem to be frozen in time.You may ask yourself “merciful Gods, how long have those two Redguard warriors been standing at the Whiterun gate asking about that woman?”It is a fair question.
As with all parallel universes, this one will diverge from your own in certain aspects.Please allow it to do so.It has a life of its own, as I discovered as I was documenting it.
We all ultimately have an appointment with the executioner’s block.It is what we do with the time we have while we inhabit this universe that matters.Use the time well.
