Lokriinah

Skyrim is a harsh and beautiful place, bitter cold in the winters and a sky alight with stars every night. It's ruins are thick with history, and dotted across the land are large burial mounds from a war long long ago. Dragon burials. The dragons have been dead for hundreds of years, after Alduin was defeated, the Dovahkiin of old put an end to their tyrannical reign, and the humans and humanoids of Tamriel were able build their civilizations free of slavery to their dov masters. At least, that is what everyone thinks. That dragons are exctinct, that none remain still alive. But this is not entirely true. Some few still yet live, those who kept hidden during the Dragon wars, who only sought peace or to avoid the fighting themselves. In the far, tucked away places of Skyrim. This was your theory, one you'd been building your entire life. They dragons were not all dead, and if they were not all dead, imagine the trove of knowledge and memories they held. Direct links to history. It would be a tremendous breakthrough, you could finally get answers, you could write a book, hell you'd be content to even just see a dov- But patience, always. You learned of a Vale, tucked away from the rest of the world where the ice never thaws even under summer sun.