In the waning years of the third era of Tamriel, a prisoner born on a certain day to uncertain parents is being sent, under guard, without explanation, to Morrowind, ignorant of the role he is to play in that nation’s history.
An Imperial prison ship sails across the Inner Sea, headed towards a small village, Seyda Neen. A storm shakes the boat, but the prisoner inside is rocked about only by his dreams. The Breton man is being taken to the country of the Dunmer, the Dark Elves. He sleeps and hears the voice of a woman.
They have taken you from the Imperial City’s prison, first by carriage, now by boat. To the east, to Morrowind. I am Azura, Queen of the Night Sky and Mother of the Rose. I am your protector. Fear not, for I am watchful. You have been chosen.
The prison ship makes a shaky arrival at Seyda Neen’s port. The sleeping prisoner is awakened from his mystifying dreams and is taken into town. Here he begins his destiny.
The Cat Man Cometh
Last Seed 17
comes,” Socucius Ergalla, chief agent of Vvardenfell’s Census and
Excise, pronounced. I looked out the window to see a Khajiit stepping
off the Imperial boat and onto the small pier.
more are coming?” I asked Socucius, still keeping my gaze upon the
after the Breton last week, and this one today, there will just be
one more in a few days from now.” he replied. I crossed my arms,
which was hard to do while wearing heavy, Imperial armor, and gave
Socucius a look of significant dissatisfaction. “Don’t worry,
Ganciele.” the agent said with a smirk, “It’ll be over soon enough.”
enough for me, I presumed. I had been working on the mainland of
Morrowind for a few months, helping out with expanding the forts.
Then, about two months ago, I was sent to Seyda Neen, much to my
dismay. I wasn’t told why, or even given any specific orders. I was
simply to stay in this depressing, little squat of a town and await
some prisoners to be shipped in. There was some plan, directly from
Cyrodiil City, that was of much importance. No one bothered to tell
me about it, of course, but yet here there I was, playing out my
meager part in it. I didn’t much care for these boring, guard
then opened, and the Khajiit stepped in. He was about as tall as a
Nord and almost as broad in the shoulders. He wore the tattered
clothes of a prisoner, brown pants and a common white shirt. His fur
was orange. Or at least orange-ish with patterns of yellow, brown and
black that streaked through it. His face looked like the wild cats
back in southern Cyrodiil. His ears pointed up with small black tufts
of fur on the end of each.
Socucius and I and slow, suspicious stare. I reached down and placed
my hand on the hilt of my broadsword. Everyone knows that Khajiit
can’t be expected to be civil. He soon closed the door behind him,
however, and there was no need for my enforcement. I don’t like to be
in the presence of prisoners. And I do not like Khajiit. I also
didn’t like that criminals were being set free for no reason. I
myself, could have very well put that cat man behind bars years ago.
And then there he was, being released for some secretive reason. I
didn’t care for secrets. One thing I was thankful for, however, was
that I didn’t have Socucius’ job. He was the one that had to chatter
with the convicts. And thusly, the small interrogation began.
Khajiit, do you know why you’re being released?” The Khajiit shook
his head, and said nothing. “Well, you’ve been given the opportunity
to clear yourself of the charges laid against you. You will simply
have to follow your orders, and you may remain free. You’d like that,
correct?” He again said nothing, but this time sneered at Socucius.
Socucius looked equally displeased. “Yes, well, let’s just skip the
small talk. When were you born?”
the 16th,” he finally responded
trade? If you have one that is.”
pleasant. And you name?”
interesting. I’ve never met a Khajiit with two names before. I
mean…how did you get that name?”
a moment of silence, as Socucius and I leaned in slightly, showing
some interest in the beast-man. He kept his disposition, however, and
gave a simple response. “Now that would be small talk, would it not?”
he snidely asked.
seemed to quickly regain his distaste for the Khajiit, and then
handed him his papers. “Go now, and give these to Sellus Gravius.”
Xighden snatched the papers from Socucius’s hand and began to leave
the tension filled room. I unlocked the door and allowed his exit.
The agent looked annoyed from the encounter.
worry Socucius…” I said with a delightful smirk. “...it’ll be over
soon.” His expression then changed to a smile and we both had a good
and before I forget Ganciele, that letter that you had asked about
came.” He reached into a small chest on the table, and pulled out a
letter, handing it to me.
recognized and esteemed Socucius Ergalla, Head Agent of the Imperial
Census and Excise of Seyda Neen,
and salutations. I know that before you left for Morrowind I
mentioned that special duty you would have to perform. Well, forgive
me for not informing you about it previously, but, here it is. Three
Imperial prisoners will be arriving by boat over the few weeks. They
simply need to be recorded, and released upon arrival. Their names
are not of importance, but their timing will be. Although this may
seem like a routine and trivial task, I assure you it is not. Under
no circumstance can they be detained for any period of time after
their arrival. You will simply have to record and release them.
Captain Sellus Gravius will be sent further instructions about their
individual purposes. Thank-you in advance for your co-operation.
And, on a
personal note, I’ve spoken with Degan Oberlin about getting you
pulled back to Cyrodiil and out of that wretched place. I’ve never
been to Vvardenfell, but I hear the weather is simply awful.
Belienus, Head Secretary to Emperor Uriel Septim the 7th
uttered. It seemed somewhat bizarre. I planned on asking Captain
Gravius about the situation. I returned the note to Socucius and left
the room, having completed my job for the day. The next prisoner
wouldn’t come in for a few more days. I entered the adjoining room to
sit down with a glass of flin, but was shocked upon entry. Not only
was my bottle of flin gone, but gone with it was all the silverware,
two bottles of mazte, and Socucius’ hardcover copy of “The
Firmament”. I was about to follow the cat man, but then remembered my
locked chest. I quickly rushed to it, but it had already been picked
clean and robbed of its contents. My face grew red with anger, and I
felt the urge to chase after the Khajiit and pull him back into jail.
To my terrible realization however, having just read the note from
Glabrio Belienus, I knew I could do nothing about it. I do not like