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Morrowfall Ch.1

I had done it. I had finally beaten it. Morrowind, the game that had occupied all my time for the past three months. Not particularly good, for my health or my college grades, but tonight was what it had all lead up to, I had beaten the game, United the houses, learned the truth about the temple, and defeated Dagoth Ur. Call me a geek, but I intended to celebrate.
And celebrate I did. I depleted my horde of liquor, including the Schmirnoff I had been saving for my birthday. I was good at saving things, but not at holding my liquor. These two things collided to spell my doom that night. The last thing I remember is my roommates coming back from the restaurant, me yelling at them for breathing too loud, and them falling off the loft�s edge, bottle of half-empty Captain Morgan�s still in hand.

kinda short, but I think it will turn out funny. (unles you're already finished...)

of course I'm not finished. I'm trying to be funny, as I'm letting the Douglas Adams in me hold the pencil...



Chapter 2

Blackness. I couldn�t remember where I was that it was so dark. Perhaps this was night. I turned to look at the clock next to my bed, rolling over the lump that was my blanket near the fork of my legs in the process. Hmmm, couldn�t even see that. Power must be out, I decided. Unless�

I opened my eyes.

Blurry, very very blurry, and far too bright. I saw a lot of green, with two shades of blue over it. Very well, they left me out somewhere in the country to sleep it off. I�d make my way back to the dorm and then they�d get what was coming to them.

But first, I would have to get up. The blurry pastels of the countryside spun sickeningly, and I felt qeasily indistinct, but I managed not to fall over for a while, two or three seconds at least, until I fell onto my stomach. I crawled to the river and plunged my head into it. Not as blurry in the river. I tried to stand up again, the confounded colerey shapes swung around me again, and I felt indistinctly queasy. Great improvement.

I saw a shape in the big blue squiggly thing I had plunged my head in. Brown, sort of oblong, two little sticking out� a mowboat? Towboat? Bolerote? Rowboat, that�s it. A rowboat. Perhaps they can help me. I walked into the blue squiggly and swam to them. Amazing how well I could swim, and I didn�t swallow a single lungful of water.

They pulled me into the boat after much complaining about my weight. They said some interesting things. At least, they would be interesting if I could understand them, I was sure. They poured something into my mouth, and the colorful things stopped pretending and turned into what they were supposed to be, trees and a boat and an oar and a freshly killed slaughterfish� somehow I felt that last one should be cause for alarm, but I couldn�t think why.

That darn bundle of blankets was still under my butt, and now that the world wasn�t spinning I leaned forward to remove them, noticing my new tail draped over my left leg.

Tail?

Something hit my head with a thunk, and that pesky blackness returned�

Very good, I'll be looking forward to more.

good, so am I.




*walks away*

*walks back*

here's more...


Chapter 3

I woke up again, this time without the annoying little details that a monstrous hangover entails. Whatever it was those men had given me, I would have to find the recipe. I opened my eyes, expecting to still be on the boat, but instead was greeted by a large wooden plank a mere foot from my face. I was lying in something soft, so I decided I was either on a very tall stack of hay or in a bunk bed. Since I wasn�t sneezing, I deduced via careful process of elimination that I was, indeed, in a bunk bed. The significance of this revelation, I feel, did not impact me as much as it should have.

I looked at my feet, and again saw my new appendage wrapped around my odd-shaped foot. I tried, failed, tried again, then failed to succeed in forming a question to nobody in particular. Ignoring my new tail, which had decided to abandon its embrace of my leg and eagerly explore the bedpost, I looked about the room.

All I could see was that I was on a raised platform, with a ramp leading down onto a lower floor, on which stood a writing desk and a cabinet. Across from me was an alcove, inside were a number of potions bubbling in a foreboding manner.

�Massive overdose,� A voice came from outside the room, harsh and gravelly, �strange that, most scaly� er, Argonians, can hold their liquor better.�

An Argonian. I tried to remember why exactly this should be so frightening. I tried to remember what I knew about Argonians. Native to Nirn, beast race, often enslaved to the Dunmer� Argonians.

Argonians?

Argonians!? I tried to get up, leaving me with a nasty bump on my head. Argonians don�t exist, they are imaginary creatures from Morrowind, there is no reason why a grown man would talk about one not being able to drink.

My tail, however, begged to differ.

�Most interesting. Very odd case.� said the gravelly voice, now moving into the room, �I will, of course, keep you informed.� I could see now to whom the gravelly voice belonged. A dunmer, white hair tied back into a ponytail, brown robes faded and stained with twelve too many potion accidents. He walked up the ramp, sat on the edge of the bed, and proceeded to take my pulse with his finger. �How long have you been up?� He asked, pulling a long tube out of his robe.

�since about�� He stuck the rod into my mouth and clamped it shut, �amuu mimm mimmumem amo.�

�Good, good.� He said, looking at the tube, placing it back into his robe, and then proceeding to hold my tongue out of my mouth while he looked in, �The fuzziness gone?�

�ah gah nuh dee at iss as oo it ine ong!� I chocked on the words as they came out.

�That,� The Dunmer replied, �is none of your concern.� He pulled two large beakers from under the bed, �I�ll need you to fill these up.�

�with WHAT?�

I Like! Thats a Nice start...did you happen to do the Binge when you finished Morrowind?

is it realistic? I've actually never been drunk in my life.

though i Might just do that when I beat oblivion...

Hehe..that�s a good thing....don�t be later on either if you can avoid it...and yes it is realistic....and a funny story....mmm i like it i do..


What a fate.....getting drunk and wake up as an Argonian......

more of the story, more of the story...


Chapter 4

After a bit of persuasion, I was finally able to escape the crazy elf with the beakers, although since I was delusional and thinking I was in a video game, perhaps I should have been less judgemental.

Turns out that I was in the Suran Temple, which made me uneasy. One, I had avoided temples with vigor while playing my character in Mw, and two, there was no temple in Suran. Either I was being creative in my delusions, or I was in big trouble. Either way, since I was already in there, I decided to see what there was to see. There was no second story, so I descended down three flights of stairs until I reached a domed room, empty exept for three things, another dark elf, beakerless, thankfully. An alter-like slab of ebony set in the center, and a corpse in full orcish lying in repose upon it.

I approached the ebony alter and read the inscription on it;

Here lies Umbra, who, at the hand of our great Savior Lord Saint Nerevar, was purged from this earth as a punishment for his heresy. May all who see him here gaze upon him and be reminded of the penalty for falsehood.

Not exactly what I expected, but very interesting. I looked over at the dark elf next to me, and he looked back. A mixture of shock, horror, and a most facinating shade of puce flashed over his face right before he yelled for the guards. I looked behind me to see who he was yelling at, realized he was yelling at me, then ran out of the room.

Well, I tried to run out of the room at least. After about five feet, I found out exactly how powerful those paralysis spells really were. I could see the guard enter the room, clad in a strange blue armor, draw his mace, and swing. After that I had another intimate reunion with the back of my eyelids, and felt nothing more.

oh, his fate will get far worse...

more story!

Chapter 5

My head hurt. Either it was the mace-happy dunmer, or I had gotten drunk again and had forgotten. I was guessing the former, but either way, this was not one of my better days.

I was in a cell, on a cot bolted to the side of the stone walls, underneatht the window was a lone bucket. If I could figure out where I was, perhaps I would find out how to get home.

That was, of course, only if I could reach the window. I could get within a foot of it before something held me back. I struggled against the force for soem time before I turned to see what it actually was.

I should have known. My tail was firmly wrapped around one of the bars of my cell door. I must've worked on it for five minutes before I finally managed to pry it off the bars and keep it from latching onto something else. I finally looked out the window, tail still squirming in vain in my hands.

Water, quite a bit of water. A great conglomeration of wooden shacks sat on the water not twenty feet away, if I could escape and swim over there, I could easily lose myself underneath those docks...

The door behind me opened with a creak. Two dunmer marched in and herded me outside to stand with twenty or thirty other argonians. We stood on top of the prison building, whose half-submerged stone exterior also served as a dock. A ship was waited opposite the shacks, and when I turned back I could see the looming outline of three giant pyramids behind the shacks.

So Vivec City then, though nothing like how I remembered it. We were being herded onto the waiting ship and below decks. I didn't like the looks of this; wherever this ship was going, I knew it was somewhere I did not want to be.

So at that time I decided to do something that was simultaneously brave and extremely stupid. I ran for the other side of the dock and the shack villiage. Behind me I could hear oaths from the dunmer, cheering from the argonians still above deck, and the wooden creak of bows being drawn. Simultaneous was my dive over the edge of the docks and the first volley of arrows.

Most of the arrows missed me, embedding themselves into the shacks across the water and one very unlicky bosmer who happened to be walking along the docks. An arrow hit whatever was in his hand, sending it flying out into the water. A second hit his heart, and with one final, valiant cry of 'My ring!' fell dead into the water. Again, the significance of this event and how it would ease the lives of many a gamer were lost upon me.

One of the arrows did manage to hit their mark, sending a stab of pain through my thigh, whichthe saltwater only served to increase as I sunk into quickly reddening waters.

come on, no advice, no imprsssions of the story, no predictions, no advice? Heck, I'd be happy with flames right now.

*flames*

Not really... its great so far. Good work.

Hehe this is great

thanks, any other comments, like how you think it'll turn out...?

Chapter 6

Sunset in Vivec, a beautiful time of the day. The sun bounding off the water, setting the bay ablze in orange fire, the long shadows of the cantons a striking contrast of black. A beautiful time to be sure.

But right now I was not in a position to see it. Clinging to a joist underneath one of the shacks cluttered around the canton like a sewer rat, I was more concerned with the two bleeding holes in my leg.

They had found the elf's body a few hours ago. Oddly enough, most of the populace cheered when the ordinators carried the body off. In the clamor I was able to pull myelf up here out of the water without anyone noticing the splashing and creaking. Now I had a more pressing problem than how to get home; If I didn't get medical help soon, I would be dead. I couldn't just wait here, I had to do something.

The water was warm, even in the twilight, but that didn't keep me from shivering as I wrenched a grate loose and entered the arena canton. I climbed through the trapdoor into the canalworks, and found myself in a storage room. Arms and armor were strewn about the room, damaged, but still servicable.

Time for me to see what I knew then. I found a dagger, longsword, mace, hatchet, spear, and a crossbow from various sections around the room and placed them on a crate in the corner, then I stood a cuirass on the crate nearby as my target. I decided to try the spear first. I jabbed forward, and somehow managed to slice my thumb. Obviously not spear.

I almost slit my throat with the dagger.

I completely destroyed everything in front of me exept the cuirass with the mace and hatchet.

I found I could actually hit the thing with the longsword. Keep that I did. As well as the crossbow, which was very easy to use. I threw on some of the armor in the chamber, and thus disguised, went to seek the arena's medic.

I found him, and he healed the arrow wound with a spell. As he was tlaking to me about payment, I decided that that was a good time to make my exit...

An interesting story; I'll keep an eye on this one.

thank you.

Oh ayye....poor Lizard.....hey it�s very intersting this one......you make it with a sad humorous twitch...jeez it�s good!

thanks. It's going to get more serious coming up.

More Story!

Chapter 9

Now, fully healed and decently, although not lavishly, outfitted, I could set about figuring out exactly how to free myself from the game.

I emerged from the Arena waistworks expecting the open, barely populated Vivec I had known while playing my character. What I saw was something entirely different. This canton, as well as all the others I could see, were packed with dunmer. Across the canal, which was filled with gondolas rowing to their various destinations, I could see someone shouting and gesturing wildly. Curiousity getting the better of me, I decided that I would go and see what it was.

The Imperial was used to public speaking, that much I could tell, and he seemed passionate. Having nothing better to do at the time, I sat on the rail of the canton's edge and listened...

"...cannot allow this to continue. This Bosmer is not the first to fall to the so-called 'saint' Nerevar and his thugs, and he shall not be the last!" A murmer of agreement rippled among the crowd. "I tell you that I KNEW the Nerevar when he was yet unknown, and, hearing of his atrocious deeds, returned here from Cyrodiil to see for myself. And mark me, if he continues to do as he has been, the emperor will not hesitate to stop him!" The affirmative air suddenly became charged with exitement. "Should we let Fargoth's death fade away into the other atrocities that he has commited? I SAY NAY!" By this time the crowd was stirred up, and a majority of them shouted with him.

Unfortunately, this was the time the blue-clad dunmer from the 'Drugs, weapons, and Alchohol Division' decided to disperse them. Having dealt with these blue armors before, I decided to make myself scarce. As I left, I could hear the Imperial shout out something about being clean, that he had reformed, that the emperor let him go.

A few minutes later I found something else to keep me interested. On the opposite side of the canton, near the gondola station, a group of men were setting up a large raised platform.

Across the canton I went, being jostled and pushed about more than I thought was proper, being the only one within sight weilding a weapon. I reached the platform just as they finished setting the platform up. Behind the stage and on the water, a large boat pulled up to the gondola dock. I could see several persons being unloaded, all of which were chained.

My morbid curiosity kept me looking on. I was not surpised when the first few were Khajiit and Argonian, but the last few were different. Imperials; well muscled, fit, and hardly looking like they were used to servitute. I wondered what they were doing at a slave auction.

The bidding began with a Khajiit female; she looked haggard and unhealthy, obviously they were saving the best for last. Perfect, as I intended to free these slaves.

An interesting twist, to have Nerevar be a "thug." I wonder how that will play out. I'm sure you've satisfied many people's manic need to kill Fargoth; why does everyone insist on picking on poor Fargoth? I look forward to seeing how you attempt to free the slaves. An excellent addition; please keep writing.

I shall, If i have time to copy them you might get two blocks of story today.

Chapter 10

People were crowded around the platform, so it was no trouble for me to sneak underneath it. The slaves were bound to the edge of the platform, backs to me, waiting to be sold. Most of the guards were above, keeping an eye on the unbound prisoners, the only one down here was not more than a boy; a young Redguard in mismatched armor and a battered sword. If I was extremely lucky, I might actually pull this off.

I krept behind the Imperials at the far end of the line. Quietly I said to them, "Quit now, Don't turn. I'm a friend and I'll get you out of here soon."

To their credit, they hardly moved; so little that I thought that perhaps I had not spoken loudly enough, and repeated myself. With an impatient hiss, one of the imperials told me to get on with it. The ropes they had used were old, and a single sash with the tip of mysaword was all that was required to get them off. When the Imperials were all free, I moved on to the Khajiit and Argonians. Although I went faster than was prudent, I was not fast enough for three of them, which were brought up to the top before I could free them.

I moved back down the line, whispering instructions. Above me, I could hear the bidding slow on the third slave. Quickly, I drew my crossbow, fitted a bolt, then fired.

My aim was true, the bolt went cleanly through the redguard's swordarm, rendering him useless, his sword falling out of his grasp. As one, the slaves rose up and broke west, twords the edge of the canton.

One of the Imperials, the oldest one, picked up the redguard's sword. Together, we fended off the remaining slavers, incapacitating them, at which point we sprinted to catch up.

We met more resistance in the form of five of the guards in blue armor. The Imperials, with a ferocity that almost, but not quite, took me completely off guard, attacked them unarmed. Even more surprising, after about thirty seconds we had seven men including myself armed in some way.

The imperials reached the edge of the canton first, leaping off the edge. The rest of the slaves followed. With a mental shrug, for I had no idea where they were going, I followed them in. I caught up with the impeial who seemed in charge and asked him where we were going. "To Ebonhart," He replied, "final holdout of the Legion in Morrowind."

An impressive escape. I do hope they manage to find their way to freedom.

well...read on.

Chater 11

Even Ebonhart was different from the morrowind I remembered. Where the docks once stood were burnt and charred rubble. The dragon statue was in peices, around which were built a thick palisade of wood from all sorts of places. Behind that, the keep and the imperial tower were both severely damaged as well. The men that were on the palisade were haggard and worn, what armor they had a sad motly of chain, bonemold, chitin, and cloth.

This could not be a good thing.

We came out of the water and in front of the plalisade. "Who's in charge here?" asked the old Imperial, now with an air of impatience. They took us inside the palisade, to the burnt husk of the tavern that once stood in the courtyard. He asked his question again.

"I am," a young man said, his once handsome face now covered with the scars of battle his beard didn't quite completely cover. "I think."

"Well then, as former commander of Seyda Neen, I'm comandeering this fort."

Commander? Seyda Neen? There was no fort in Seyda Neen.

"Then Seyda Neen has fallen then?"

"Ay. They burned the Blacklight and killed most of the garrison. We were the lucky ones."

"Then who are these?" He cast a distainful eye over the other slaves, taking me in with it.

"This man," he clapped me on the shoulder, "courageously, without regard to his own life, single-handedly saved us from our predicament." to me he said, "If you ever come to Cyrodiil, you will certainly have a place in my house. These," he gestured to the others, "were our fellow slaves."

"As you can see sir," the young commander said, "they have destroyed our ships and have blockaded both sides of this penninsula, we get daily attacks, we are low on supllies and even lower on morale."

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire then," The older one said. Oddly enough, those were my exact sentiments. "I will do what I can tomorrow, right now, we are cold, tired, and hungry."

They fed us what they could spare and replaced our clothes. The most sickly of the slaves were found places inside the intact barracks, while the rest of us were left to find a comfortable position in amongst the wreckage and rubble that was once the courtyard to sleep.

I, however, had something to investigate. I slipped up the broken stairs and across the nearly collapsed bridge to the Imperial Chapel. the roof was gone and most of the walls were now only waist high, but what I was looking for was still there and, even better, what I had hidden behind it was still there.

But, I never hid these here, this wasn't may savegame. For all intents and purposes, this was reality. I had left these here after I had gotten cured of...

Oh God. If I was right, this explained alot, and if I was right, things were about to become alot more difficult.

You must be cruel, to leave us without knowing what he is looking for In all seriousness. your story is developing very nicely, and these uncertain endings leave me wanting more.

Ahhhh...so many updates all very interesting, and I haven�t commented until now....hmm that�s too bad...


Such an intersting story..and really sweet that slave-liberation thing oh I like that honestly I do!

More please?

yeah, very cruel. I'm a master of cliffhangers.


It wil come, probably later tonight, after I get back from seeing serenity...

Looking good so far Stargate

Great story you have here, very original. I'm enjoying, keep the updates coming.

omg Serenity was AMAZING. Everyone who has any love of scifi stuff whatsoever, go see this, NOW.



alrighty then, but I need dinner, and I need to find my draft, so in about two hours.

now don't everybody jump up at once...

Chapter 12

"So who are you, really?" I jumped, loosing my blance and falling over backwards, my prize clutched to my chest. Above me was the New commander, his face outlined in the two moons above us. "You move around as if you've lived here all your life, you know of the secret chambers within Ebonhart castle, and," he took the find from off my chest and examined it, "even though you are clearly not an Imperial, you are able to hold a Septim Royal Blade. What one is doing here is rather beyond me though."

So the plot thickens. I was more than a little confused. As to what that sword was, if he said it was a Septim Royal Blade, then who was I to argue? It could be a Septim Royal Cabbage for all I knew. The obvious awe this blade caused upon the Imperial's face was notable, I still would have preferred what I expected to be there, a full suit of daedric and a matching claymore.

I sighed, "I wish I knew."

I really wished I knew.




second shortest one methinks, but probably the most annoying expect an update tomorrow.

Another interesting development. I wonder when we'll find out who the character is. You certainly are good at leaving us in suspense.

thank ye. Can't give yeh all the answers at once now can I? Be no reason to come back then.

Excellent job! I like it.

Stargate....thy name is "teaser"..you better come up with an update..REEEEEALLY soon...or else...

Funny story... Well written, keep it up

Oh thank you. I have a title now, Stargate the Teaser.

Chapter 13

He looked at me for a moment, then returned the blade to me. "If you can touch this, than you are obviously not who you seem. Although," he reflected, sitting onto a peice of a broken altar, "I don't suppose it's fair that I ask you your story without telling you mine. I am Sellus Gravius, Guard Captain of Seyda Neen, and completely responsible for the mess we're in now."

"You couldn't have possibly..." I began.

"Not just this, the fort and all. I mean EVERYTHING. Everything that has happened since 3E437 in morrowind can be directly attributed to ME. I was the captain on guard that day, I was the one who obeyed the orders, I was the last one who saw him as a prisoner."

It finally hit me. The reason I had recognized him, the reason his voice sounded so familiar, he was the guard captain the day the Nerevarine was released.

"You cannot blame yourself," I said, "it was the Emperor's bidding, he is to blame for this, not you."

"But I saw it in his eyes, I KNEW that man would do no good, and I let him go anyway."

"It's as much my fault as yours."

"YOUR fault?" He said incrediculously, "how could it POSSIBLY be your fault?"

"I was..." There was a boom, followed by the whistling of something flying through the air and the sudden beheading of the last intact tower. bits of charred wood and stone rained down on us as another cannon fired from the sea.

"We will talk of this later," Said Gravius, running towards the bridge, "right now we fight for our lives."

Another great update. Keep them coming.

With each new entry, this story continues to get more exciting. Here, I think you've earned this:

S.G.M.

S.G.M?

Some Great Manuscript?

Super Genious Man?

boy you guys are lucky, three updates in 12 hours.... 'The Teaser' seems to be awfully gracious...

Chapter 14

Gravius and I broke for the relative safety of the lower keep, dodging the attacks wreaking havoc on the castle and bridge. We had just made it across the weakened bridge before a missle hit it on one of the supports. The support collapsed, and with a grating of stone on stone, the bridge lurched, slipped sideways, then fell onto the frothing rocks below as nothing more than a pile of rubble.

We met the rwst of the garrison already at their posts, the other slaves I had freed arming themselves with whatever was at hand. If nothing else, these people were fast. Together, Gravius and I climbed to the last remaining tower to see what we were up against.

To the east and west lay a veritable fleet of warships, captured from the imperials no doubt. Massive balistae on their bows were responsible for the rain of destruction we were now under. To the north an army of soldiers waited for a breach in the wall for them to enter through.

A desprate situation to be sure. Once the balistae were finshed beating us silly, the army would march right in and finish the job. All we could do was choose the lesser of two evils; wait here for death by giant flaming arrow, or march out and meet death at the point of an arrogant Dunmer's sword. The only real consolidation was that we wouldn't face them both. Surely they weren't stupid enough to fire on their own men.

But maybe... I turned to Gravius and outlined my plan. He assured me that his men could do it.

We descended the tower to enact our escape, the dunmer wouldn't know what hit them.

Haha....Story.Good.More......an old treydog-ish proverb.....just given to very promising stories


Oki Teaser.....this is good.....continue if you know what I mean...


oh....and I join in with the S.G.M thingy

okay. Expect an update soon.

Another excellent update. I'm excited to see what this brilliant plan turns out to be.

you should be somewhat knowing of this guy's 'brilliant plans'. Short, quick, and to the point.

well, it'll be here tommorow. If it isn't, feel free to burn me at the stake.

Unless you are a witch, there will be no burning at the stake. The rack, the iron maiden, but no burning.

ah, because then you wouldn't hear the end of the story, would you?