Erwins' Tale

Chapter 1

In my years of incarceration I’ve had time to think. Sometimes I would think about my life, my family, and sometimes I would think about my father. But not anymore, I would have no more time to think, for I was to be taken to a place called Vvardenfell, in the continent of Morrowind. Why was I being freed? What was the purpose of my release? At the time, those questions went through my head constantly. I was never a faithful man, I never believed in faith, karma, anything of that nature, but what would happen to me on the continent of Morrowind would change me and my opinions forever.

Part One
The prison ship, “Carpatholyn” that I arrived at Vvardenfell on, well let’s say it had its moments. I woke up that morning to the sound of the guard captain of the ship cursing at me to wake up and get myself on deck. Woozy from the boat trip I got up against my will and headed to the deck of the ship. Pondering on what would happen to me when I got ashore made it difficult to hear what the Imperial Officer was asking me when I got onto the dock.

“So finally you arrived, but our records don’t show from where.” The officer asked me hastily.

“I was born in Cyrodill, Imperial City.” I replied to the officer, controlling my tongue until I was officially released.

The Imperial sized me up and down then smirked at me before ordering me to follow him. We arrive at a arched door with, what appeared to be the name of the building, inscribed on the door arch. What was scribed on the arch of the door was, “Census and Excise”. I walked in side the office and to my left was another Imperial Officer standing next to yet again another door, and in front of me, a old man, appeared roughly around 47 years of age, stood up from the maliki chair he had been sitting in to and extended his arm to greet me. This gesture was strange to me, seen as how being a convict no one would dare extend any part of them out to you in fear that you might rob them of their possessions. As to not be rude I extended my hand as well and we shook hands and he offers me to sit down and I happily accept. We exchanged small talk for a little while before the man pulled out a scroll and an ink feather.

“Fill out your information on this scroll and make sure it’s correct.” The Census agent tells me as he dips the ink feather into the ink can.

“Uh what do I fill out? Like what do I put down?” This being my first time having to do one of these forms, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask him what he needed from me, so I did just that, I asked.

“Fill out the scroll. Put your name, age, weight and height, occupation, in other words, what class would you be once you get out of here, and let me know as soon as you are finished and we’ll finalize your release.” The man from the Census office tells me, once again.

After about an hour of filling out papers and giving the agent the information he needs, he tells me to collect my papers and speak with the captain to get my release fee. I was getting paid to start a new life? I was starting to like how things worked in Morrowind. That like-ness would be short lived.

Part Two

The sun was high in the clear and crisp blue sky by the time I finished filling out my release papers. Standing there, feeling the warm, comforting rays of the sun and the cool crisp smell of the fresh air, I thought back to my childhood. I was reminded of how my father left me and my mother in the dark. I blamed him for leaving us for so long, and I cursed the monsters that had killed him and swore revenge on every single one of their kind. Just the thought of those hideous un-dead freaks make me cringe in fear. If something was strong enough to take down my father, Ev Calvario, Paladin, and legendary Knight of the table of champions in Cyrodill, could be slain by a mere undead vampire; that struck fear into the deepest parts of my heart. My first priority when I arrived on Vvardenfell was to vanquish the demon that had slew my father and turned him into one of their kin, or put my fathers spirit to rest instead. Either way, I would get my revenge on the un-godly creatures!

Putting my personal thoughts aside for the time being, I started gazing at a magical ring I found in the crate in the back way of the Census and Exodus Office when a man named Mendor approached me; this scrawny little wood-elf in commoners clothing and asked me where I found the ring. I told him that it was in a crate back there in the Census office. He sighed and asked me if I wouldn’t mind giving it back to him, figuring I wouldn’t have a use for it any time soon, I handed it back to him. Weather or not his story about it being a family heirloom was true or not was beyond me but I was just happy to be free. Noticing how late it was getting I was reminded back to what my father told me ages back. He told me about how fast the time changes in Morrowind because of how close it is to the sun in the mornings.

As I walked down the dirt street of the small port town of Seyda Neen, I see the various towns people start getting ready for night fall. I see Arlie close up his back windows and see the guard captain pass out torches to the night shift of the town guards. As I get to the rickety bridge leading to the main road to other towns, I pull out the release fee from my coin pouch the guard captain had given me, I noticed I only had fifty-seven gold to my name. I headed over to the silt strider and asked the guy next to it how much it was for a ride to the nearest town and he told me the nearest town was Balmora and that it would cost forty-seven gold. Sighing, I realized that it was better than nothing and handed him the 47 gold I had and climbed in the silt strider. The man climbed in after me and told me to get some rest it’s ganna be a long trip.





Part Three

The next morning I wake up to rain drops falling on my face. The man looks down at me and tells me to get up and that we’ve reached Balmora. I got out of the silt strider and the dunmer standing on the plateau asks me if I’m new to Vvardenfell and I told him I was and asked him where I could go to rent a house in this town and he said to just look for an empty house and start living there. I thought it would be rude of me to do that, go door to door to see who’s living in their house and who’s not but then again I was an outlander, I wasn’t used to the customs of the natives. I find an empty house and go up the stairs to see if there’s a bed and to my luck there was.

Years pass sense I’ve left my incarceration at the Cyrodill prison and I’ve maid a pretty good name for myself from the local Fighters Guild on the west side of the Odai river. I had just gotten back from an other adventure to one of the Daedric shrines called Ibar-Dad. Those last few days I’ve noticed a change in the townsfolk of Balmora. They seemed to have gone insane and wondered off never to be seen again. I happened to notice one of these people start to wonder off into the woods outside Balmoras’ south gate. I go to investigate, try to find out where the young man was wondering off to but he was deranged, when I went to speak with him, he picked up a chitin club that was stuck in the back of a dead rat and started to swing at me. My first instinct was to subdue this man before he caused any harm to me or himself, so I pulled out my Daedric Dai-Katana I had just recently found at Ibar-Dad and blocked his thrust. I had done every thing in my powers to subdue him without having to kill him but he left me no other choice, I left a gaping gash across that poor mans chest. Before I had time to mourn for the innocent life I had just taken, I noticed a figure in a gray robe stare at me. His face was covered in shadows from the hood, all I could tell of him was that he was short, round, and wobbled when he walked. We stared at each other for a good five seconds before he turned to his side and walked beyond the cliff. I rushed after him, with my Dai-Katana still in hand and froze when I saw the figure again, but this time his face wasn’t shadowed except for his eyes. He had a long snout that hung down. Right under his nose was this glowing amulet with what looked like an eye in the center of the sphere.

“Put your sword away, there is no need for violence. I only bring you a simple message.” The round figure told me.

“What’s the message? Who’s it from?” I asked the creature.

“It’s a message from my master, allow me to read it to you,” the creature told me with a cynical tone in his voice. “We were friends once, you and I. But yet, you struck me down atop that accursed mountain. You struck me down as I guarded the sacred artifacts you had ordered me to guard with my life. But yet, you betrayed me and stole the sacred artifacts for yourself. Remembering our old friendship, I am willing to look past that. Come, Lord Nerevar, to Red Mountain. Join me and I will raise you high in my service. I sit here, hoping and waiting, your loyal servant, Dagoth Ur.”

Chapter Two

I couldn’t contemplate what the meaning of what the creature had told me that day, and the days that followed were some of the worst in my life.

Part Four

Night after night I had dreams a man in a golden mask leading me down the halls of the dead. I tried to run, but I couldn’t move, I tried to breath, but my chest wouldn’t move, I tried to speak, but no words came out. It looked like a party for the dead, I heard talking and laughing, but no mouths moved. The dreams kept coming back night after night after night. Finally, I decided to go see the wise woman of the Urshilaku, the nomadic ashlander camp, for guidance in this matter. I knew that if I were to take this to the Imperials at Fort Moonmoth I would be locked away for being insane. I grabbed the supplies I needed for the journey; my levitation tunic, and my Boots of Blinding Speed and left my house.

I took the Silt Strider from Balmora to Ald’Ruhn and from Ald’Ruhn to Gnisis. From Gnisis I took a boat to Khull. From the docks of Khull I traveled east. Once I got to the wrecked ship, I cast levitation on myself and flew over the mountains to avoid the razorfish in the waters near the coast.

It was nightfall by the time I got to the Urshilaku camp, but you couldn’t tell because of the severe blight storm. I asked the native ashlanders of the Urshilaku camp where the wise womans hut was and they all gladly directed me to the yurt. I committed where it was to memory because frankly, it wasn’t hard to spot, it was the only yurt in the camp that had a door mat. I approached the yurt and the Ashkan of the camp stopped me and asked what my reason was to speak to the wise woman. I told him about my disturbing dreams and he let me in freely.

I’ve only been to the Urshilaku camp once, for supplies in exchange for news from the outside world, so I was still nervous of their customs and I prayed that I wouldn’t offend the wise woman by barging into her house. The wise woman, Nibani Maesa, greeted me warmly and offered me to take a seat, so I did just that. We sat down and I discussed my disturbing dreams with her, and how in every dream this man that called himself, “Dagoth Ur” kept talking about a broken friendship and how he kept calling me “Nerevar” in some dreams and “Lord Indoril Nerevar” in the most resent dream I had. She thought about it for a few minutes before telling me,

“Leave me outlander to confer with my gods. Come back later I will have an answer for you then. Leave me to meet with my goddess.”

So I did. I went outside the wise womans yurt and spent some time with the native ashlanders of the Urshilaku and got to learn some of their customs, what they do for fun, how they get their food and the like and found that I had a lot in common with these people. These were very proud people who honored the ways of the ancient laws. Even though I was an outlander they treated me as if I were one of them. I felt like I had a special bond with these people. My father spoke highly of the native ashlanders, and now I know why. Even though the Urshilaku, Zainab, Erabenimsum, and the Ahemmusa were constantly at war with each other, when a forced into the position, they would unite under one War-Leader. I held, and still do, hold high respect for the ashlanders.



Part Five

Nibani Maesa came out of her tent the following morning and called for me to join with her in her yurt. Getting up from my bedroll, I yawned then stretched from my sleep and followed her inside the hut. We sit down on the bedrolls inside the yurt and then she tells me,

“Outlander, I have conferred with my god in my rest, and she told me you are the incarnate of the long dead Indoril Nerevar. You ARE the prophesized Nerevarine! The path set before you by my god Azura is a difficult one. Before we being your initiation to fulfill the prophecies, are you sure you are ready? If you have questions I will do my best to answer them.”

I had a hard time contemplating what she had told me. I thought he was just an old woman who finally lost her marbles. I mean, I didn’t know who Indoril Nerevar was, or Dagoth Ur for that matter. The only thing I could think of asking her was,

“Who is this Indoril Nerevar? Who is Dagoth Ur? What prophecies? Do you expect me to swallow all this crap your feeding me?” I asked her with a sarcastic but serious chuckle.

Nibani Maesa replied to me with, “I’m just as skeptical as you outlander, if not more, but this is the word of my god, and I shall not speak against it. As for your questions, I think it is best you hear the answers to them from Azura yourself, she can tell you in detail much better than I can. Make the pilgrimage to the Shrine of Azura, there you will confer with her on the matter of being the Nerevarine. The shrine is directly east of Molag Mar.”

I thought she had lost it and was trying to shove her insane ideals down onto me, or that it was an elaborate prank the ashlanders liked to play on the outlanders who venture into their camps. Whatever the reason was, I felt like I should check it out anyways, for if it was a prank, I could go back to the camp and give her a piece of my mind, and a piece of my sword.

I arrived at Molag Mar a few days later. I would have been there that following night but I ran out of charges on my tunic for levitation so I had to walk all the way. I headed east towards where the wise woman said the shrine was located. By sundown that day I arrived at this gigantic statue of a female. She had a lot of dunmer features, but looking at her I could tell she was a Daedra. Happy that the wise woman didn’t send me on an boat-backwards quest that led nowhere I approached the door to the Shrine of Azura, cautiously.

Once inside the shrine I was engulfed in total darkness, then this female figure appeared out of the shadows, and told me,

“Why do you disturb me hero? You have questions, yes. Ask your questions and I shall answer them.” Azura said, in a sexy comforting voice.

“Why did Nibani Maesa send me here? Why does she call me the Nerevarine? Who is Dagoth Ur?” Those were just one of the many questions I asked her that day.

“Nibani Maesa believes you to be the re-incarnation of the long dead Indoril Nerevar. Let me assure you Erwin, you ARE NOT the Nerevarine. You fail the test of prophecy. Like I said so many centuries ago, the Nerevarine will be born on a uncertain day to uncertain parents. Though it is not known what day you were born, everyone in Cyrodill has heard of your father and mother. Even though you are NOT the Nerevarine, you WILL play a significant role in his forthcoming. Lord Nerevar has already started his re-incarnation. He is starting to figure out that he is the incarnate. He just got named Nerevarine of the Urshilaku camp and is on his way to the Zainab camp as we speak. Once he has been named War Leader of the four tribes of the ashlanders, and Hortator by the three Great Houses, seek his council, he will need your help greatly.” Azura assures me.

“Who is Dagoth Ur?” I asked her cautiously.

“Dagoth Ur is the Shamat, you must resist the dreams he is sending you or you will be no better than the dreamers. If you give in to Dagoth Ur, you will never be able to help the Nerevarine and he WILL fail. You will first meet with the Nerevarine in the city of Balmora. Take these Almisivi Intervention scrolls to teleport yourself instantly to the temple in Balmora.” Azura continued to tell me.

“How will I be able to tell who is the Nerevarine and who is not?” I asked, adjusting my sword.

“He won’t be hard to spot, the guards would surely attack him on site.” And before I could get a word in she vanished and the room was back to normal. Thinking about what she had told me for a few minutes, I realized how much I hated Nibani Maesa, then I cast the Almisivi Intervention scroll and dematerialized from the Shrine of Azura.

Chapter Three

What she had told me troubled me for the next few months.

Part Six

As I went about my daily life I had forgotten all about what Azura had told me those many months ago.

As I was leaving the Fighters Guild I heard one of the guards shout, “Die N’Wah!” and I turned to look to see two of the Hlaalu guards for the town Balmora charge this man I have never seen before. I have been here for the last few years, and I have never noticed this man here before. Could this have been the man Aura told me about those many months ago? I saw the man draw his Demon Mace from his hilt and get in a blocking pose with his Ebony Tower Shield as the guards got closer. The fear that these guards were going to try to kill him didn’t seem to scare him at all. The man was dressed in full body armour that the Ordiantator armour, the sun almost blinding me from the shine of the well polished golden armour.

Not wasting any time I drew my Daedric Dai-Katana that hasn’t been unsheathed in months and jumped down from the top of the stairs leading up to the Mages Guild and rushed over to the stranger and the two guards. Without hesitation I had preformed a lunging slice across the back of one of the Hlaalu guards back and he dropped immediately.

The other guard was too much in a hurry to notice I had just cut down one of his comrades and kept barreling towards the stranger. The stranger made short work of the guard as well, crippling his knees with the fierce blow of the Demon Mace then spinning around the tumbling guard and finished him off with a blow to the back of the spinal column. I rushed over to the stranger and before I could say anything I noticed three more guards coming towards us at incredible speed.

“Lord Nerevar, come with me! Hurry!” I exclaimed and lead him to my house across the Odai river.

We barreled into my house and I slammed the door behind us. Locking the door I sat and rested against it, the stranger and myself staring at each other, more of an anticipation of when will the guards find my house and when will they break the door down. The stranger takes his golden helmet off, brushes his hair back and says to me,

“How did you know I am the Nerevarine? I’ve never met you.” Lord Nerevar asks curiously.

“A Goddess named Azura told me you would stop by when you were finished being named Hortator by the three Great Houses and War Leader by the four ashlander tribes. Took you long enough.” I replied to him.

“Getting named Hortator was the easy part. The Ashlander tribes on the other hand, well lets just say it was aggravating.” Nerevar says to me with a chuckle as a sign of relief and to show that he is feeling comfortable around me now.

“Let me guess, a lot of boat-backwards quests right?” I said to Nerevar, chuckling myself.

“Yeah that’s right, how’d you know? Can you believe the Ashkan of the Zainab tribe actually had me go get him a high-born Telvanni bride? What a ridiculous thing to ask. Especially knowing that no Telvanni lord would give their daughters away to some nomadic ashlander.” Nerevar says to me, watching me stand up and putting my sword on my bed.

“Heh seriously. You want something to drink Nerevar?” I asked him going into my storage.

“Yeah I’ll take a nice glass of Mazte if you’ve got it.” Nerevar asked me standing up as well.

As I went into my storage room to get a couple bottles of Mazte and a pair of glasses I told him to make himself at home. He sat down at the table, resting his helmet in the center of it and removing his Demon Mace and tossing it on the bed. I pulled out an extra chair from the storage room, sat down across from him, popped the cork from one of the bottles of Mazte and poured it in each glass to where they were both half full.

Chapter Four

The santuary of my house across the Odai river was all the protection me and Lord Nerevar had until daybreak.

Part Seven

Suns Dusk grew quickly on the night of the second moon, and rays of golden red light shined through my windows, where the curtants could not reach, illuminating the house just enough to see across the table at Lord Nerevar. We both sat silently, drinking the Matze, passing the bottle back and forth once our glasses drew empty.

It was around this time we could hear the mournful screams of the innocent people that had been infected by the Blight Storm. All me and Lord Nerevar could do to not go out and mercifully end their lives was to down our bottles of Matze even quicker.

As the night grew on, we decided at the same time to break the silence that had consumed the house for hours by offering to show each other the different rare and unique items we had picked up on our journeys. We exchanged small talk, and jokes that we had heard from passing town to town. We both realized our eyelids could barely stay open any longer, and I offered that Lord Nerevar sleep in my bed, and that i will take the hammock i had placed outside, so i could sleep and keep watch at the same time.

Part Eight

I awoke to the sound of screaming Cliff Racers and moaning Corprus Zombies. Their mournful cries echoed throughout the forest as they dropped, one by one. I peered over and saw Lord Nerevar using a bow with magical properties which made it shimmer and glow, to strike down the blighted creatures. The arrows, they were special too. They ripped through the air with lightning speed, and left a tracer line from where the arrows had torn the sky.

"First time i've used this sense it was givin' to me!" Lord Nerevar said, looking at me with a smile.

I smiled back and replied, "Heh, yeah that is a really good bow, but i prefer melee weapons over archery any day. Assassination just isn't in my tastes." i replied to him.

Definately....it's sounds like a very interesting fan fiction, and i would love to read more...so please bring it back.

But I reckommend you to finish your other fan fiction....but hey..thast me...I'm a woman with many oppinions...

Oh please....just do it, you don´t have to make a poll.....it´s your decision....but if you like to have my opinion I say yes, but I do not vote!

i left it to you guys, because if you guys like it then i will finish what i started, but if most ppl don't, then i'll scrap it