At one time, the Dark Elves of Morrowind thought it was wise to commit the atrocity of slavery. For many years, they made a business of capturing and enslaving members of the Argonian species. Needless to say, this could not go unpunished for long, as the Dark Elves were well aware when they witnessed the largest Argonian military force ever seen approaching their capital.
As chaos ensued in the streets, one of the Argonian warriors entered an ancient prison building searching for individuals to set free. Looking around, he noticed that the small building contained only one dank prison cell in the corner of the room. Seeing the two Argonians trapped inside, he hastily approached the cell and broke down the rusty, barred door.
"Thank you!" exclaimed a light-scaled female named Meesei. "We knew that our people would find us!"
"As soon as we heard the conflict outside, we knew that our vengeance had come," added her husband Nekanza, sitting in a dark corner of the cell.
Skyrim - Tale of a Legend: Chapter 1I always enjoyed helping my father around his forge in our home town in Black Marsh. Ever since I was young I helped him hurl ore from the shipping docks to his forge - even if I was younger than adolescence - then help him smelt it into bars. We worked long hours and got little pay for it, however it was enough to put bread on our table back home.Skyrim - Tale of a Legend: Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My mother was a herbalist healer, making balms and salves to treat the sick and wounded. When I wasn't at the forge, I spent time with my mother learning about both human and Argonian anatomy alike, learning precisely where the vital organs and main arteries are in both body forms. In all honesty they aren't that different from each other.
As I hit adolescence a few years later, I started to notice I was getting a little stronger everyday I spent at the forge, even if it was only a slight bit, but I noticed I could carry slightly more each day, and help move heavier objects.
One night after dinner, my father leant on the table after my mothe