This story begins in the final days of the third era. Balmora, like all towns in of the latter era, was a business town, and greedy businessmen from all over the world traded in Balmora's market-booths. A dawn of a new age rose rise in the empire's peaceful oversight – and people from everywhere were becoming prosperous and happy. With Dagoth Ur gone, Morrowind appeared safe.
However, a man named the Usurper was gaining foothold on Morrowind. Somehow, with Dagoth Ur gone, a new evil had risen in the void. The Usurper's actions were exactly the same as the Cameron Usurper of Valenwood, for his legions were made of the undead and daedra. They were of cruel and lust, of the worst of evils, and as dark as ebony.
In Balmora, Camia was on a mission for the emperor. She knew it in her heart to stop the Usurper. Just as she was thinking, she saw a tall, handsome Nord.
He sat beside her. She could see him peering over.
"Are you the battle mage sent by the imperial guard?" He said.
"Yes, I am a battle mage." She said.
The man's eyes peered towards her. She could see a flicker from his eyes. "Come, you can rest at my house until you are ready," he laughed.