<i>What shall our fair land of Cryodil come to as the waning darkness once again lapses over? For our great king and his royal family are all gone! To make matters worse our champion has left us! Fleeing into the realm of the Madgod Sherogorath! First it was Anvil that fell into Anarchy and who will next? If we donât find a new king that is allowed by the nine then we shall be plunged into the very darkness we tried to stay afloat from. Thoughâ¦there is myth of an ancient trial that was taken long ago by our first king! The Trial of Dragonâs Fire! Though only one can be dubbed our fair kingâ¦Who shall it be?</i><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>After the last Septims the land was at peace since Mehrunes Dagon was defeated. Soon after people began to fear about how they would survive without a king. Anarchy rose in Anvil as a people of the Mythic Dawn that survived the defeat help start the riot. With the Champion of Cryodil mysteriously disappearing into the lands of Shivering Isles there was no hero to stop this. Now the Mythic Dawn has changed into a more dangerous force known as the Revolting Light. If matters werenât any worse someone had assassinated the court that was trying to keep the kingdom in one piece.<br/><br/>The only hope to restore order is if the true king were to command the land. Only problem is how? With the Septim family gone there is no rightful heir to the throne. It was said long ago that the very first Septim became King through the Trial of Dragonâs Fire. Much of the history of it has been erased from the world. Not to mention it seems Daedra of every faction are appearing into the human world! It would seem they too seem to know about the Trial of Dragonâs Fire. What power does the title of King have that would make even Daedra seeking it?<br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>In the mighty Imperial City was a spectacular battle being held. The crowds cheered and roared as the the battle went on. It seemed to wipe the people's mind off the worries of Anarchy. "Beat him Champion!" The Crowd roared as simple Argonian looked at his fans as the muscular warrior lunge at him. "Heh, you are a pretty silly Nord." He said as he hopped over the large man as he giggled. Soon enough the brute got seriously annoyed as he charge the Argonian again. Though only to be met by a blade that quickly forced his head off and his body tumbling from the momentum. The crowd roared as he took a bow and walked away. The Acrobat had amused his people as he went to the Old Lady, "Able to keep your title eh? Won't last forever ya know. Someone is bound to sever your end off."<br/><br/>Argonian looked at her with a sweet smile, "Oh, I'll be long gone before that happens." With that he went to change back into his normal clothes. Which consisted of simple green tunic and green pants. Most his money was in his armor in which he was collecting. His name was rarely used by the people but, people that still remembered it knew him as Zongad. He found himself soon enough in the Waterfront district as he opened up a door to what was once the house of the Famous Champion of their land. Closing it he placed the armor he carried into a chest as he sighed. "Another day...Another bit of gold. I'll be able to get myself out of this place and off into whatever I find." Though of course there was some people that didn't like him being the Champion as a little group of assassins were payed to deal with this.