“Each event is preceded by Prophecy.
But without the hero,
there is no Event.”
-Zurin Arctus, the Underking

In the waning years of the
Third Era of Tamriel,
a prisoner born on a certain day
to uncertain parents was sent
under guard, without explanation, to Morrowind,
ignorant of the role he was
to play in that nation’s history…

“They have taken you from the Imperial City’s prison,
first by carriage and now by boat,
to the east to Morrowind.
Fear not, for I am watchful,
you have been chosen.”

“Wake up, we are here.
Why are you shaking?
Are you okay? Wakeup!”