Tracking the Arena Content . I have been searching for the elusive and mysterious contest of champions for more years than I care to admit . I first heard of the secret battleground in Valenwood , when Biiri the Beautiful was spoken of as the legendary Champion of the Games . Tried as I might , I could not find the location of these rumored games , nor could I find anyone who had actually seen any of the battles , even though the inns of Valenwood were alive with tales of Biiri ' s prowess . After weeks of futile searching , the tales of the Valenwood Arena evaporated as quickly as they started . Somehow , some way , a massive , hidden arena of multiple levels simply vanished . I assumed this was just further proof that the stories were more legend than truth , but still the idea of the place nagged at me . It haunted my dreams and interrupted my thoughts at the oddest moments . When next I heard rumors of a mysterious and secret Arena , I was in Windhelm for the Skald - King ' s Konunleikar . In the shadows of the dingy mead halls , rough and tumble Nords described a magical battlegrounds where the environment changed with every match . To earn a victory meant getting to fight another match . To find defeat was to experience a bloody and violent death . It sounded gruesome and fascinating to me , and the Nords drank it up like it was the sweetest beverage they ever tasted . The place was called the Skyrim Arena , but I was never able to locate an entrance to the battlegrounds . This time they spoke of the glorious victories of Holgstad the Horrible . He was supposedly a Nord ' s Nord . Tall as a troll and twice as powerful , Holgstad was rumored to enter each match carrying a double - bladed axe and a dagger that sparked with lightning . They said he had a trio of Nord shield maidens that fought by his side , and that they were destroying the competition in match after match — much to the approval of the Arena ' s mysterious patron . I think I was getting close to finding the secret location when suddenly the stories stopped . It happened again . This supposedly ancient arena of stone and metal had disappeared as quickly as it had arrived , taking Holgstad and his shield maidens with it . The Nords cheered , drank to their honored champion , and then went back to dealing with the more mundane happenings of the realm . I despaired of ever getting that close to the Arena again when I happened to be traveling on one of the Dragonstar Caravan Company ' s wagons . One of the caravan guards was bragging about how he was going to compete in the Dragonstar Arena when he returned to Craglorn after this run . He knew he was strong enough to challenge the current champion . All he had to do was convince three of his fellow guards to join him so he had a proper team . Over drinks around the evening fire , I was able to learn as much as the guard could tell me about the Arena . He explained that it was an ancient ruin that suddenly appeared in the hills behind the town of Dragonstar a few weeks back . Challengers were arriving from all over Craglorn and beyond to compete in the secret games . They had even set up a makeshift camp outside the Arena entrance . I knew this was the Arena I had been searching for , that somehow it changed locations whenever the competition began to falter . That it was capable of moving — stone by stone — across the world . Now I ' m inside the Arena , hoping to gain access to the games themselves . I need to see how the environments change . I need to determine if it ' s some amazing feat of ancient engineering or some sort of magic that makes the impossible happen for every match . And I need to determine who the mysterious patron of the Arena actually is . I have suspicions , of course , but I ' m sure the truth will turn out to be exceedingly stranger than anything I can imagine .