Scheduled Disasters
Simon

Chapters

1. The Cat Man Cometh
2. Magnus the Greymind
3. Prophiter
4. Xighden Lienx
5. The Comonna Tong
6. Slaves of the Ascadian Isles
7. Murder in St. Delyn
8. Conspiracy Theory
9. Impractical Magic
10. Fools Rush In (To Their Pockets)
11. Samurai Showdown
12. The Insider
13. Night Falls on Ebonheart
14. Odibaal
15. The Long Road Ahead
16. Dunmer History X
17. Killer Instinct
18. The Fifth Man
19. Tales and Tallows
20. Tel Vos
21. Manifest Destiny
22. Consequences
23. The Twin Lamps
24. The Beginning of the End
25. The Nature of Evil
26. The End of Innocence
27. Enter Sheogorath
28. A Beautiful Disaster
29. Closure



Chapter 3
Prophiter
Last Seed 20

After being on the Imperial prison ship for the previous two days, arriving at Seyda Neen was perfectly welcomed. I stepped out of the hatch door and breathed in the swampy air. It had that sea smell to it that I didn’t like, but it was cool and refreshing. I stepped up onto the deck. A tall Redguard instructed me to walk down to the office. I did just that. As I entered to Imperial Census and Excise office, I found two individuals inside. One was a guard, wearing the clunky Imperial armor that they always do. The other was a Breton, who greeted me before I had even closed the door.

“Yes, hello. We’ve been waiting for you.” He made my arrival sound important. “I’ll need some information before your release. Alright?”

“Sure,” I responded.

“So, you’re Bosmer…” he said aloud, as he scrawled the information down on a piece of paper. “..and what is your name?” I cleared my throat slightly before I responded.

“Prophiter,” I said to him.

“And when were you born?” he continued.

“The 16th of Evening Star.”

“Alright., and your trade?”

“I’m an acrobat.” An acrobat, the usual alias of a thief. It wasn’t really a lie.

“Hmm, well Prophiter, that should be enough. You’ll take these papers through to the next building.”

I followed his instructions and continued to the next building. There I found another imperial; this one with more impressive armor. It was golden, or maybe brassy coloured, with red cloth lining. Very expensive looking. I figured he must have killed a lot of people to get such a suit of armor. At first, he said nothing to me and instead he just took the papers from my hand.

“So…Prophiter, my name is Sellus Gravius, but my background is not important. All that’s important is that you follow your orders and do not get into trouble. You will begin by making your way to Balmora, and finding a cornerclub called the South Wall. Your task will be to locate a Thieves Guild member, and find a way to join the ranks of their guild. Since you were arrested for thievery back in Cyrodiil, I’ll assume that you’ll have few problems becoming a member. Once you’ve gained their trust, your objective will be to learn how their guild operates, to list all members known to reside in Vvardenfell, and to keep track of all of the crimes and operations that you discover. Then after a period of approximately two months, you are to return here to report your findings. Is that clear?” I was a little spaced out by the time asked me that question.

“Yes…yes, definitely,” I responded.

“Do you have any further questions about your assignment?” I did not. “Good, then go now, and you can be in Balmora by this afternoon. Complete your task and you will be cleared of your charges and allowed to return to Cyrodiil. If you betray these orders, you will be betraying the Emperor, and you will suffer the fate of all traitors. Remember, we will be keeping our eyes on you.” He stared at me, sternly, as if waiting for a response. His eyes were very serious, and he stood still like a rock. I couldn’t help but smirk somewhat.

“Gotcha,” I said before exiting from the building. I stood outside on the streets, or street of Seyda Neen, and reflected upon my new mission: to infiltrate the Thieves Guild. I didn’t think that would be too hard. What Captain Gravius apparently didn’t know, was that I was already a member. I had been arrested in Cyrodiil City as I was performing a guild mission. The only problem was reporting back to the Imperials. I had no intention of betraying the Thieves Guild, although the Imperials may very well get angry if I screwed around with them. But then again, that was what we always did back in Cyrodiil. The clunky armored guards, fully packed marketplaces, loose purse strings, and exciting chases. That was nothing new to anyone who had ever stepped foot in Cyrodiil City. So, I figured that Captain Gravius would understand. Besides, what kind of Imperial Legion officer trusts a thief anyway? Nevertheless, if there was a Thieves Guild in Balmora, then that would be the best place that I could go.

I wandered through the small town, and tried and find a signpost, or map. There was a small assortment or races there in Seyda Neen. I saw mostly Dunmer and Imperial guards, but there were a few other elves about. One of them approached me.

“Hello. Are you off an Imperial prison ship as well?” the Bosmer said to me. I was somewhat startled, as he came up from behind me. I turned around though, and responded.

“Huh?” I queried.

“Well, by those dirty clothes I just assumed that you were another prisoner being released. By the Imperials, that is. They’ve been doing that a lot, recently. Well, are you?” he asked, with optimistic, cocked eyebrows. I looked down at the clothes that I had been wearing for the last two weeks and realized that he was correct; they were dirty. I then responded.

“Yes, I am. Who are you?”

“Oh! Forgive me. My name is Fargoth. And yours?” I did not forgive him.

“Prophiter,” I said.

“Well, Prophiter, now that we’ve been acquainted, do you mind if I ask what you were imprisoned for?” I paused. Fargoth was an odd little man, and I didn’t much care for his disingenuous personality. It reminded me too much of myself. I humoured him though, and answered immediately.

“Murder,” I said. I then stood very still, and stared into his black eyes for a response. My humour apparently did not affect, or rattle him, and he simply continued on.

“Really? Wow, that’s interesting. I’ll bet you have some good stories to tell. You should stop by my friend Arrille’s Tradehouse if you need anything. It’s always good to see Bosmer faces in Morrowind. Especially because these Dunmer are such a drag to talk to.” I looked over at the Tradehouse, and tried to respond to his conversation.

“Yeah… Dunmer. They really are…religious. I think I should go now. To Arrille’s Traehouse, I mean.”

“Oh, yes. Tell him I sent you,” Fargoth said, as I backed away.

That conversation was unpleasant, but only encouraged my desire to leave that swampy town and find my way to Balmora. I did stop in at the Tradehouse, however. I had no money, but, I figured that I could charm my way into something. I stood outside the door and prepared myself. I had been imprisoned for weeks, and was a little worried about being rusty. I cracked my knuckles, and stretched my jaw, and took a few quick, deep breaths.

Inside the Tradehouse, stood Arrille; an Altmer, wearing fine clothes. He was tall and slender, like all those of his race. “Hello,” he said to me. I nodded in response. I began to look around, as if I were going to purchase something. Arrille asked me if there was anything he could help me with. I held up my end of a conversation that was of no interest to either of us. As we spoke, I spotted a few items that would be of use to me.

“Fargoth actually recommended that I come here. You two…are friends?” I asked. His face made a quick look that was a mix of recognition and contempt.

“Yes…I know Fargoth,” was his response. “How long will you be staying in Seyda Neen?” he asked.

“Oh, not long. Then I’ll be heading to…Balmora,” I said to the Altmer.

“To Balmora?” Arrille asked unnecessarily. I nodded, noticing a map pinned to the wall, to the side of Arrille.

“Do you suppose…that you could show me the best route to take on that map there?” I asked. The Altmer turned, and I swiped the short sword that lay on the table beside me. He examined the parchment, and I fit the blade in the back of my pants, underneath my shirt. I then moved towards him, and leaned in to where he was pointing.

”If you began leaving the town here…” With his long, elegant, fingers, he pointed to a path that led directly from Seyda Neen to the city of Balmora. “…and that will lead you to Balmora,” he finished.

“Excellent,” I proclaimed, having just lowered a few gold coins into my pocket. “Well, thank-you for the advice. I think I’ll leave right away.” I left the shop and made my way to the exit from Seyda Neen. I didn’t know the terrain or the wildlife of Morrowind well, but that wasn’t a problem. I knew the way, and that was enough for me. As I walked out of town and down the dusty path, I reveled in my thievery. My mind was foggy and my body was weakened from that Imperial prison ride, but theft is a skill you never lose.