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Madalaine was no more than a Nord, but no less than a pureblood vampire. Where her gifts originated was a mystery, but what she would do with them was determinate. Devoid of home and family for most of her unending life, she wandered Tamriel, learning hard the ways of darkness. After decades of struggling to hide and survive, by some Daedric fortune, a rumor of pureblood vampires hidden away in the wild snows of Skyrim reaches her ears, and a single name becomes her driving goal-Serana of Volkihar. The possibility of an eternal family to love, an eternal castle to call home, an eternal sister to teach her the true ways of darkness, it's too good to pass up. She left Cyrodiil on a wooden cart, unseen among the criminal refuse of the civil war. She would have disappeared into a cloud of bats under the cover of night, were it not for a certain dragon came knock knock knocking that morning, and an unusually concerned Khajiit wanderer...

Then there's Grimm, a Khajiit known only by that name, who has fought and stolen, and escaped death to the point that chaos has become a joke to him. Like Madalaine, he was down to the chopping block before the black dragon crashed into Helgen, and after teaming up for escape, went on to procure a posse. With the Ebony Blade itself strapped to his back, a demon horse to ride, and a faceless Solstheim mercenary with a penchant for incendiary conjurations behind him, he's singlehandely turned Skyrim into a stomping ground, reveling in the infinite possibilities of his own power...