This is the 27th of Last Seed, the year of Akatosh 433 and though few realize it, these are the closing days of the Third Era…
It all began on that one fateful day, a day that perhaps for you it was of no importance until the moment everything changed, or maybe it had been something you had done to become a catalyst. For most Imperials leading up to it, there was no difference between this day and the last, nor certainly the next for that matter. The only notable difference was the exhibition match between The Gray Prince and a visiting Companion from Skyrim. Thousands flooded the arena to behold their own champion facing off against one of the Nords of Skyrim and the tensions between Cyrodillic Nords and their brethren began to boil as the hours passed and each bout brought them closer to the feature match.
Neither was supposed to take the fight seriously, it was just supposed to be an exhibition of the strength of the Empire as a whole, but as blood was spilt and the crowd became more and more violent, all it took was a single brick thrown amongst the refuse. Both men withstood the debris as they knew it was surely a match to inflame the rivalries between provinces, but the plan had always been to clasp hands and proclaim the Empire as the true victor. And that was when a brick struck the Gray Prince and sent him to the sands, a bellowing roar of indignation from the collective crowd as for a moment when he stood it seemed as if the initial intent of non-lethal combat was off. Keen to keep the fight from getting out of hand, the Arena officials called it then and there, quickly ushering out the spectators and getting between the two combatants.
Of course as it was the Arena and even the slightest thing can get two men to fighting over their differences, a palpable tension was in the air as irritable citizens poured from the Arena stands and into the nearby bars to drink and eat away their anger. It was there in Daggerfall Dan's Bar and Grill that a group of people had gathered, unknowing of the fate they shared, you among them. Dozens packed in as the food came hot and fresh, the wait staff doing their best to ease the worries of the crowd but knowing it was a tinderbox just waiting for that first spark.
And it came with a single spilled drink, a roar of outrage, an Altmer of the mages guild flung out of the second story window and a bar brawl that would send a group of men and mer off to their fate…
It's a bit short and rough, but with that I feel everyone should have a pretty clear understanding of what this is about. We stand at the very precipice of one of the most momentous events in the Elder Scrolls timeline, when the Empire itself would see a change of thousands of years of history, and when the very fate of Tamriel itself would be at risk but for the actions of a chosen few. Your character is one of those few, who by some coincidence just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and as a bar brawl turned riot in the Arena district of the Imperial City, for their own safety they were escorted into the Imperial Prison to be stuffed into the only available cell and wait for everything to calm down by morning.
So yeah, Elder Scrolls Oblivion but as a group instead of one singular person.