Skyrim... The land of the brave, honorable, and stubborn Nords. Though, Nords are known for their... Dislike of other races. Such as the Dunmer, the Khajiit, and most of all... the Altmer. It all stemmed from the Great War. The Dominion fought the Great War against the Empire after a declaration of war in 4E 171, which ultimately ended in the White-Gold Concordat, with terms beneficial to the Dominion. The Dominion's power then expanded throughout portions of the Empire under the guise of enforcing the Concordat, particularly the ban on Talos worship in Skyrim. It was an insult to every Nord who supported the Imperial Empire. Thus... The Stormcloak Rebellion was formed. Maven was amongst the first to sign up, working directly under Ulfric Stormcloak to rid Skyrim of the Imperials, the Thalmor, and any race that wasn't of Nordic blood. She had earned the rank of General and had personally worked on the field, fighting against Imperial soldiers and Thalmor Agents alike.

The raid on the Thalmor Embassy was a hard one. She had been sent to drive out the Altmer scum, in the hopes that the chaos they caused would lead to all-out war and open rebellion amongst the major cities and holds. However, her efforts were seemingly in vain. She possessed the legendary Thu'um, the ability to shout with the same power as the Dragonborn. She had battled her way through the main part of the Embassy before running straight into possibly the most feared man in Tamriel... The Supreme Commander of the Aldmeri Dominion. The Thalmor's gilded attack dog, butcher of all non-Altmer races alike. The man who had personally put thousands of Rebels to the sword, the one who had all but defeated the Empire and forced them into submission. You...

She grips her Warhammer tightly, sweat dripping down her brow as she stares face-to-face with you. Ulfric had warned all Stormcloaks to steer clear of you at all costs. But Maven was not one to back down. Thalmor scum... In the name of Talos, you will die, Elf.