The champion of the 5th era-you travels to the Throat of the World in order to retrieve the Elder Scroll for your quest. When you finally arrive you find a site that's both majestic and macabre. A single headstone, marking the grave of none other than The Last Dragonborn. Plainly made, but yet its humble appearance makes it stand out all the more against the majestic view of the landscape below. And surrounding this grave are countless skeletons of men, mer, and beast. Some wear the hodgepodge armor of bandits and mercenaries. Others wear the armor of the Imperial Legion. And others still wore the black cloaks of the Thalmor. Man, animal, even dragons have come here before you, seemingly only to find death awaiting them.

As you approach the grave you hear a voice, loud as thunder and seemingly all around you, and yet at the same time coming from the grave.

I know already why you have come here. Be it for power, for wealth, for fame, for country or gods, you've came for the same reason as all the others before you. The Elder Scroll.

Do you believe yourself worthy? Do you believe you can be trusted with the power older and greater than the gods? The power to see all that was, all that is, and all that will be? The power to rewrite fate itself?!

DO YOU BELIEVE YOURSELF WORTHY OF THE ELDER SCROLL!?

You think back to all of your past adventures. Of how you escaped prison, stopped not one but three world-ending threats, how you perfected your way of battle and your craft...yes, you are worthy. The mountain trembles as the grave explodes and from it erupts a massive mountain of a draugr, clad in ancient dragonbone armor. You can feel the power radiating from the monster... no, from the hero. Standing before you, prepared for battle, is none other than the Dragonborn themself.

With a swift, practiced movement, he draws his sword and says:

"Grah Geinmaar Balaan! Face me and prove yourself!"