Spawn of AshSpawn of Ash: A Comprehensive Guide to Vardenfell's SavagesMore Like This
by Cornelius Tavius
of the Imperial Archaeological Society
Special thanks to Sjorn the Scholarly for assisting me in my research. Without his brilliance, I would not be where I am right now.
Many have feared the barren, lawless, ashy wastes of Vardenfell Island, a colossal, blight-spewing volcano. Civilization is scarce and limited to Imperial outposts and minor forts. Yes, the Imperial Legion is very brave sending their men into these badlands dotted with cannibals, savages, unorthodox rituals, and the demon whom they all worship.
Within this chaos river, I have been able to sift through discord and unorthodoxy and find a slight trace of order in these barbarians. I have been able to discern that there are five "clans" residing within: 'Ahamusa', 'Saynab', 'Erabinemsin', 'Urchaliku', and 'Neveraline'. The 'Neveraline' "clan" seems to hold dominion over the four other "clans" and looks as if it possesses some religious importa
Biography of King HelsethKing Helseth, a BiographyMore Like This
On the 10th of Midyear 3E376 a child was born to the queen of Mournhold and her husband. This child would grow from a tumultuous childhood to become the greatest hope of all Morrowind. King Hlaalu Helseth is the firstborn child of Symmachus, former king of Morrowind and Barenziah, the former queen of Wayrest. Now that Helseth has returned to fill the empty throne of Morrowind in the wake of old King Hlaalu Llethan's tragic death, the homeland of the Dunmer has a bright future indeed.
King Helseths early childhood in Mournhold was idyllic. He grew up with the best tutors that Morrowind could provide, and quickly showed an aptitude for intellectual pursuits and complex stratagems. Always a confident child, he impressed all with his youthful precociousness and courtly air. In the year 3E384, a young sister to Helseth was born to Duke Symmachus and Queen Barenziah. The new child was named Morgiah, and she showed a sweet disposition from t
Truth of the IndorilTrue Introspection of Indoril FidelityMore Like This
If there is a single kernel of truth which can encompass all one must know of Indorils illustrious house, it is simply this: ours is the house most fervently dedicated to the preservation of the ideal of the Dunmer. When the children of Veloth wandered orphaned in the Ashland wastes, it was the Indoril knights that founded Mournhold and brought the itinerant Chimer into civilized Houses; when the Nords came from Skyrim with axes and storms, it was our warriors under Mother Ayem that staved off their assaults; when the Deep Elves wrought a god of blasphemy, it was the army of Serjo Indoril Nerevar Mora that spearheaded the crusade; when the Temple called for men-at-arms, Indoril pledged itself so fully that behind nigh-on every Ordinators helm there is the keen face of one of our own. An Outlander asks what a Dunmer is, and learned men point to House Indoril.
We have not swerved from this path in the slightest. Now, we protect o
The Gospel of Saint NerevarThe Gospel of Saint NerevarMore Like This
The fields were ravaged. The fires of Red Mountain had swallowed the once simple and pristine lands of Veloth. Those saints of ancient days mourned Velothi in the darkness of the mountains. Felms mourned the death of his brothers as he assaulted Windhelm. Olms mourned his kinsmen and the lawmen of Redoran that had fallen. Priests and prophets beheld the Miracle of Necrom, for Veloth rose from his tomb and, falling upon his knees, wept so bitterly that even the wild beasts of the countryside came forth to mourn the death of his beloved Velothi.
The armies of Indoril and Redoran marched from La'atha Urlai in the south and Baan Malur in the west. The traitorous Sixth House had turned from the ways of Veloth and had taken up the blasphemous thoughts of the Deep Elves. The sky seemed to despair before all of Tamriel. The winds held their breath for a season of change was upon them.
In those days, a farmer named Othralas supported his wife and two daughters
The essence of being a thiefThe Essence Of Being A ThiefMore Like This
by Thralos Devneri
The sun was setting on the horizon, allowing the sea to take some of its brightness, as the waves reflected the last golden sunrays of that day.
It had been a very profitable day for Lethen Nerothran, an expert thief who managed to "liberate" some high quality artifacts from the vaults of the tower in Port Telvannis.
A master of lock picking and acrobatics, he could evade any pursuer and hide behind many different aliases for as long as it took for his opponents to lose track of him.
Lethen had just reached the port of Gah Sadrith when Secunda appeared on the night sky; he immediately set course for the nearest tavern to spend some of his well earned loot on fine beverages. He was looking forward to listening to loud music that was best performed by the kind of bard who enjoys playing in infamous places.
As he approached the tavern, Lethen Nerothran heard the noisy bard playing and the patrons shouting, laughing, and arguing. The moment h
A poem: Whodunit?More Like This
There were six of them and then there were none,
all of them were killed, save the pitiless one.
Each of the six was invited as guest,
to search a hidden, valuable chest.
But one of them was not as it seemed,
all the rest were utterly deceived.
A long haired beauty of Breton kind,
liked by all and had a sharp mind.
There was also a tall, strong Nord,
perhaps a bit of a drunken sort.
Older lady with Breton lineage,
she claimed to have a noble heritage.
Dark skinned man from Redguard region,
he was a retired soldier of legion.
One of them had a youtfull grace,
a young woman from the Dunmer race.
Wealthy Imperial came after fun,
his smile was like a gleaming sun.
One went upstairs to her beloved's room,
but the one who she met there was her doom.
Weight of his duties made one of them sleep,
death ensured it was long and deep.
Fear made one to drink booze like flood,
but the liquid he drowned was his own blood.
One of the tree though he knew who to blame,
he took up a
Return of the Sixth House: pt1The Return of the Sixth HouseMore Like This
After the Nerevarine destroyed Dagoth Ur and destroyed the heart of Lorkhan, the Sixth House fell apart. With no leader to guide them or to disperse the power of the dream sickness, the greater house members could not keep their hordes of mindless creatures under control, and many were killed when found wandering into settlements, dazed and confused. The Ordinators and Buoyant Armigers of Ghostgate forced the few remaining Dagoths into caverns deep within the mountain Dagoth Ur, and there they stayed in their prison for the next ten years. Then, the Oblivion crisis erupted.
As in Cyrodil, Oblivion gates started to appear all across Morrowind as well. The Telvanni managed to shut many of the gates but could not keep up with the infinite surge and suffered heavy losses. The Redorans capitol city, Aldruhn, was destroyed, and many of its people were forced to move to either Vivec City, or travel to Bal Isra, the Nerevarine's stronghold, to