Seven Months had passed since the end of the Skyrim Civil War and the Dragon Crisis.
News was spreading to each hold that there was to be a change of the guard in Skyrim's armies and politics. The Jarls were settling in to their positions and they were to keep the peace in their holds. Some Jarls who had supported the Stormcloaks were allowed to remain as long as they swore allegiance to the Empire. Many did not and were forced from their seats of political power.
Lives were returning to normal. Farmers were returning to the fields to plow and harvest their crops. Merchants and shopkeepers returning to their stalls and stores to continue to sell goods to the citizens of the hold or travelers just passing through on their way elsewhere. Innkeepers reopened their taverns for business allowing the townspeople and world-weary travelers stop in for a drink, a bite to eat, or a room to stay for the night or perhaps longer.
The roads were beginning to get just a bit safer, now that the dragons were gone and there was no longer and fighting between armies. Bandits were becoming fewer and fewer along the roads, retreating into caves and ruins to escape the soldiers who patrolled the roads. Animals and Giants were still common, but not as large in number anymore as they were during the civil war and the dragon crisis.
Deep beneath the surface however, forces were gathering and preparing to march on the surface to finally exact their revenge on the world above and all those who lived in it. An ancient race of Elves turned to monsters from many years of enslavement were beginning their ascent from darkness into the light of a world now at peace. They marched forward, knowing full well that the world above was still recovering from a war and from the return of the dragons, but they did not care. All they cared for, all they longed for, was to exact the revenge they had sought for so long. They would kill any who were descended from their old enemies known as the Dwemer. They would not just hunt them down, but any who stood in the way of their revenge.
Dawnstar was perhaps the coldest city in Skyrim and they were still stuck in its' port, Captain Wayfinder thought to himself as he paced back and forth across the deck of his ship, the Sea Squall.
Wayfinder had inherited the ship from his late mother and named himself captain much to the dismay of the crew. The crew was now down to three with only Wayfinder, Guthrum, and Ravam Verethi remaining. The rest of the crew had either died or abandoned them long ago.
"How much longer are we to be stuck here...Captain?" Ravam Verethi asked in that judgmental tone he always had when addressing Wayfinder, especially when he had to call him Captain.
"A few more days Ravam and then we set sail for the Summerset Isles." Wayfinder answered the question deflecting Ravam's tone.
Ravam had never warmed up to him in all the time he had been Captain. Ever since Wayfinder had declared himself Captain of the Sea Squall, Ravam had always complained about his lack of skill or the fact that he had inherited the ship from his mother. It was either Ravam felt he was truly inexperienced and was concerned for the well-being of the ship and the crew or the more likely option, that he was bitter because the position of Captain had not been given to him. Wayfinder preferred the first option personally, but he knew it was due to bitterness. He always heard Ravam saying things like, "I don't like taking orders from a boy, but I need the gold." and "Not a day goes by that I don't think about finding a new ship. I guess it's easier just to stay put." Ravam even sometimes says some threateneing things like: "I could run this ship better than that boy who calls himself a captain. Maybe one day I'll do something about it." and "The captain inherited the Sea Squall from his mother when she died. Maybe I can inherit the ship if he dies..." Wayfinder knew Ravam would never act on any of these threats, but it hurt him that his own crew did not believe in him.
They don't even give me a chance to show what I can really do before passing judgement, Wayfinder thought to himself continuing to pace back and forth across the deck of his ship.
"Captain Wayfinder...Captain Wayfinder!"
Wayfinder turned to see a courier shouting to him from the dock, holding a letter in his hands.
"Is that letter for me?" Wayfinder asked the courier.
"Yessir it is." the courier said as he approached the Captain to hand him the letter.
"Thank. Here a couple septims for your troubles." Wayfinder said as he handed the courier the septims.
"Thank you!" the courier shouted as he ran off to spend the septims he had received, at the local inn.
Wayfinder opened the letter. It was from Enthir at the College of Winterhold.
"Dear Captain Wayfinder,
I heard you would soon be leaving for the Summerset Isles.
However, I need your assistance with a matter to be discussed in person.
I will pay any docking fees the Jarl demands and will be in Dawnstar in a few days.
We will meet in the Windpeak Inn.
I have attached a small piece of parchment to the bag of this letter.
Read it and show no one it's contents.
Good Luck and See you in a few days.
Wayfinder, after having finished reading the note, turned over it over to find the small piece of parchment mentioned in the note.
He opened the small piece of parchment and read what it said... "They're Coming!"