Many, many years ago in the town o Ramsgate there lived a dragon. But it was no ordinary dragon. In fact, for months no one even knew it was a dragon that was living in the rock beneath the dirt.

For days on end, the civilians of Ramsgate were being woken up from the sound of a mini earthquake. Weeks went by and no one could understand what was causing the seismic activities each day. Until, one man had an idea. This man's name was Arthur Heigsketter. The great, great grandfather to Moyra Heigsketter; the greatest armour Smith in the land and the land beyond.

Arthur Heigsketter had the idea of drilling into the part of the earth where the strongest of the mini earthquakes were happening. Therefore, one weekend all of the men of Ramsgate pulled up their sleeves and helped dig into the world. After about twelve hours of digging and mining, the found an opening to a mysterious cave. After about 2 hours they managed to get inside the cave and look around.

The cavern was filled with arcstones of all variants, stalactites and stalagmites and weird, ancient markings on the rough, polygonal walls of the cave. This was the biggest mistake the people of Ramsgate had done. They didn't realise yet but they had so stupidly stumbled into the ominous lair of a dragon.

His name was Alduin, or at least that's what the civilians called him. For years and years Alduin spoke of myths, legends and prophecies af all kinds, while sitting in his cave. The time had come. Alduin had no more stories. He had no more songs. He had no purpose. So he left, for good and never ever came back.

They say that one day, Alduin will suddenly reappear back in his cave with more stories than before. Will you be brave enough to meet him? Well, will you?