Nerevar, Moon and Star, immortal scourge of the Empire of Tamriel, and who was once a lowborn alchemist of great talent in servitude of Uriel Septim VII and later guided by visions of a world free from tyranny.

After the Oblivion Crisis, it was written into legend that Refan, Hero of Kvatch, would relish in seeing just how bad things could get, for he both delighted in mischief and chaos - and because he had no doubt he could easily reign the world back into control.

Marquess Lanerius Antora VI, who is the great great great nephew of Emperor Titus Mede II, has since childhood dreamed of ruling the Cyrodilic Empire and molding it into his image... despite his separation from the throne. Lanerius's affinity for corruption is not uncommon in the high houses of Cyrodiil, instead, his crime lies in his abject flaunting of debauchery and hedonism. An embarassment to his house, Lanerius has been sent to Skyrim to assist General Tullius in the Civil War, and only then will he be able to reclaim his title.

A dock worker's life is hard, whether it be from the abuse of Windhelm's natives, the treacherous climate, the steep prices and neverending labor... and for all his life, Antigonius has accepted it. Accepted hollow friendships, accepted being their listener.. But has anyone tried to listen to him, to see him through the silence? He knows everyone here, but do they know him? ...Is there anything left for him here?
Taking the contract was a stupid idea. He had never killed someone before. The mere thought of hot, red blood made him dizzy... but the feeling of it on his scales was more revolting than he could have ever imagined. So wholly repugnant and addicting. but deep inside him there was a gnawing urge Antigonius had to fulfil the child's wish of slaughter...