Set in Morrowind during the time of the game.

We're not the hero.  We're not much of anything.

We're just figuring out how to live in the world while weird shit happens.

Likely starting in either Balmora or Caldera.

This isn't chronicling our meteoric rise to the top.  This isn't the grand story of how several strangers met and each went on to rule one of the Guilds, or lead a Dunmer House, or to find and return the missing Dwemer.

It's more like a bunch of small fish in a fairly small pond getting together occasionally to share stories of that one time they almost threw a touchdown pass and plot how they might just throw the greatest New Years party the tri-cottage area ever heard of...if they can just get their hands on some good ass Skooma.

Meaning :

You can be in a Guild or House but you shouldn't be a big player or an obvious prodigy who just hasn't hit it big yet.

It's more like the trials, travails and occasional triumphs marking your miraculous march toward middling mediocrity.

A little humor mixed in with all the Might and Magic and shit.