It's 4E 201, set two hundred years after the Oblivion Crisis. The High King of Skyrim has died and a Civil War is breaking out, but what will you do? Will you lead the Stormcloaks in victory or will their corpses lie beneath your feet? Does magic stir beneath your fingertips as the Greybeards beckon for your presence? Are you the faithful servant of Nocturnal while slitting the throats of your enemies? Will you agree to partake in Hircine's blessing, and prowl the nights with your companions by your side? Which side will you choose, ole destined one?