Time goes on, as it always does, and with the passage of time comes change. Yes, times have changed; nervosity and fear are spreading throughout the Holds like a dark shadow. Citizens whispering powerful names: The Empire, Stormcloaks. But sides don't matter—they all fear for their children. So, Child of Hircine, tell me: how long 'till they begin whispering yours?

An original story taking place in Hammerfell many years after the events of Skyrim. Sator, Warrior-Monk of Bergama, seeks to drive out the remaining Thalmors from Hammerfell but soon uncovers that he's not the only one. Will they join in a common goal, or is the depth of their motives too wide apart?

I will never forget the first time I met my God, Sanguine. E-rated / sex and shit.