Prologue

My home is destroyed. My family lies dead amongst the burning ruins of a once proud stronghold. They came in the night, slaughtering my people like they were rabid wolves. I alone survive. I survive because I was weak. Not fit to be a warrior, I am a hunter. As the sun rises, straining to pierce the acrid black smoke that marks the place where Lishnaz Nul once stood, I have turned my back on who I once was. I am forsaken. My name is Wartooth and I shall have my vengeance upon the Thalmor for their crimes against my people. May Malacath forgive me.