"Dear Mom,
Haven't talked to you in a while, how is dad doing? I know I haven't sent you a letter in some time, but there has been alot of stuff going on! They've finally adopted my story into a video game! They're calling the game, "Morrowind", just like the name of the continent i'm on! Neat huh!? Well, I got to get going! I'll talk to you soon okay?!
Your loving, son Indoril Nerevar Jr.!"
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"Indoril! Wake up you lazy bum! Just because your father saved Vvardenfell doesn't mean you have the right to sleep in all day! Besides, we got a guild meeting at Eight Plates! A group of guilds are ganna gather there and discuss some random crap but we might as well go anyways! GET UP!" my friend yelled at me, picking up my spare pillow and flinging towards me.
Akavir was a good dunmer, a little stupid and hot-headed, but a good man none the less!
I got up, put on my armour and raced Akavir to the Eight Plates. All of Morrowind had gotten pretty much a contractive face-lift, so now the Eight Plates was one of the biggest bars and guild halls in all of Vvardenfell! Well, needless to say, I won the race. I mean, he was a good warrior but a little out of shape. Too many marshmellow plants will do that to ya! Reguardless, he was a riot without even trying.
Once inside Eight Plates, the guild stewards ordered us to take our seats so the meeting could begin. To my right was Akavir, you've already met him. To my left was Takanuchi, he drank some bad potion one time and it removed his eyebraus and all his hair. Only hair that grows on his head is in the middle, like a mowhawk. Another potion he downed turned his hair a pinkish purple. Thats what he gets for chugging potions your not suppost to huh?
In front of me to my right was Sonjuro. He was a bad-boat in every sense of the word. He would do this look if you got on his nerves that felt like someone just hit you in the back of the head! Nice guy generally though once you get to know him, that is.
Straight ahead was Loki. We really don't know whats up with him. I mean, he has a pair of wings! What's that all about? He just appeared one day and never left. He is. . . for lack of a better word, wierd. He always had a somber tone, kinda like Sonjuro. Then to my front left was Freddy. He loved fighting with his fists, and he was damned good at it too. Well, thats enough for right now, we were all in the fighters guild though!
"Ahem... Attention! Attention! In light of recent events of are potions being stolen from the fighters guild chest, and the mages guild chest, we are moving all of the potions for the guilds inside one chest with a lock and key. If you require a potion, ask your guild steward! Now if you will shut up for a few minutes, a represenative from the Morag Tong(sp?) guild would like to have a few words." The guild leader for the fighters guild, Wayne, said before stepping aside.
"Thank you. Okay, first off. All of you from the theifs guilds, we are growing tired of you guys comming in and stealing our socks!" the represenative paused for a minute while the whole room, except for the board of stewards, started laughing.
"This is no laughing matter! It is serious business! we-" the man gets cut off again, and one of the students from the theives guild stands up and says,
"Why do you care about socks anyways! Every Morag Tong member I have seen have been Argonian or Kajitt(sp?) and neither of those races can wear footware!" The Theif Guild students started talking amongst themselfs loudly.
"Thats it! I have had it with you Theifs! It's bad enough you guys steal it from our dresser drawr(sp?), but taking them off our feet when we are asleep! That's just rude!" The man said, then walked off the stage in fustration.
"Hey Indoril, whats up with the Dark Brotherhood? Are they even a guild? I thought they were just a bunch of Morag Tong flunkiees?" Akavir asked me, his deep voice enhanced with a slur from the fat on his body.
"They've worn those outfits day in and day out for many many years, they're almost the complection as Daedra. I think they were accepted out of pitty for them. Plus, when you start a new guild, they get their own student barracks. Good thing they are the closest guild to the Odai river because I would hate to smell them when they lifted up an arm or something. Phew!" I replied back.
"Freddy, Indoril, Loki, Akavir, and Takanuchi, let's get out of here and do something this is boring." Sonjuro exclaimed, standing up with his arms still crossed, giant Dai-Katana sticking out of the back of his home made "Ninja" prototype design armour. What the hell did "Ninja" mean? Point being, we all thought "Ninja" was a lame conscept, but didn't want to tell him and hurt his feelings.
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End of Episode 1