In the days before the doom of the Thalmor and the Nine were exalted once more in all corners of Tamriel, dark were they indeed. The sons and daughters of Skyrim spilt the blood of their brothers and sisters, the Thalmor trampled the spirit and flesh of man and beastfolk. The Great Empire was merely a shell of its former glory, and most troubling the maw of time spat out the greatest evil Mundas had ever known and with it the return of the Dov. But hope was there yet. Born into the Fourth Era came a hero and conqueror like none before who were of the Dragonblood. Unto this, Baldur Stormcrown, sword and spell at his call! Scion of Clan Rune-Keeper! Ruler of New Atmora! Child of Akatosh! Champion of Kyne! Wrath of Shor! Pious servant of Juhnal! It is I his chronicler who alone can tell thee of his saga. Let me tell you of the days of high adventure!