How proud we once were, how hard we once fought, how bravely we once died, but now, it is finished.

I am Faryn Indarys, House Brother of the Great House Redoran. My father, the great Banden Indarys was once a master of my house. Now, he lies dead at the hands of an assassin. I have long suspected the Hlaalu, alas, their actions have been without consequence, as our leaders, our capital and indeed our House lies in ruin.

We exist now as little more than a guild...some of us sell our services for the septim, others plunder, pillage and steal to maintain their former decadance. Warriors like myself are a dying breed.

Our leader, the ignoble mercenary Branys Morvayn, a son of the ill-fated Morvayn bloodline, has taken it upon himself to transform what we once were into what we now are. He competes with the Guild of Fighters for...contracts. To him, the contract is the way of the future. To me, it is the way to decadence. Our House fell apart because of greed, ignobility and infighting, so I cannot see how these evils can restore our honour.

Still, I am a warrior, and a Redoran, and I shall restore our honour, or I shall die a failure.

Every time I looked at my brothers deep red eyes my soul died a little. A fiercely religious man, Orvas had grown up with the Tribunal. Vivec, Almalexia and Sotha Sil were his lords, not Great House Redoran. My father was displeased, but understanding of Orvas' decision to lend his services entirely to the temple. He became a healer, of sorts. he travelled across Vvardenfell, aiding the needy and the greedy alike, all in the name of the Tribunal.

But now the Tribunal, so much like our way of life, is finished, crushed, beneath the fury of the Nerevarine. A wretched shame it is that the Incarnate was not here to protect us. The Hlaalu, the Dres and His Majesty King Helseth himself seem devoted to our absolute destruction, and no shame would there be in that but for their methods. They fight us, not like warriors from without, but like assassins, from within. They destroy us by destroying our ideals, and our honour. They corrupt us, from the lowliest soldier to our leader, Branys Morvayn himself. All seem to have become the puppets of a sick ventiloquist, determined to rip us to pieces, slowly, surely and emotionlessly.

Now, I must devote myself. Not to a god, like my brother did, not to the Empire as the Hlaalu did and not to power, like Helseth did, but to my House. Myself, my brother Orvas, and some others have banded together. We have decided to put a stop to the deterioration of our House. We have said no more. If it takes a thousand duels to restore our honour, we will do it. If we have to wage open war against King Helseth we will do it. If we must walk naked into the heart of Oblivion...we will do it.

House Redoran shall be Great once more, this I swear.

A most excellent beginning, Dreamer. 'Course I love any Redoran stories- in all the time I have played MW, I could never bring myself to join Hlaalu or Telvanni...

Your introduction is well-written and sets up the conflict quite nicely. I shall watch this space with interest to see how our hero manages the rehabilitation of Redoran.

Oh, a House Redoran story. I like House Redoran, but my personal favourite is House Telvanni. I love those psychopaths.

Anyway, your story is interesting. Please continue.

Agree with treydog! I love redorans.....always plays as redorans....oh woah.....so this story will be on my "must-read-list"

Cool man, but just to let you know i kill redoran's for a living (House Hlaalu rocks! except Cauis.... thats disgusting ) But it's a good story man

"This, my brothers, is the dawn of a new age for Great House Redoran, now, we shall awaken from our slumber, and we shall once again become the most powerful house in Morrowind. We shall drive the Hlaalu from our cities, we shall beat the Telvanni into submission, we shall rip the Imperial hand from our throats...our day of acceptance is over, our time is come, our hour is at hand! FOR THE GLORY OF REDORAN!"

Morvayn's voice boomed throughout the arena. His passionate speech was met with roars of approval from the throng of Redoran warriors who assembled there. Faryn too listened, and his heart would have leapt with joy, as it once did at the sound of Branys' fiery speeches...unfortunately, however, there had been promises made and broken before, and Faryn was in no mood for empty words anymore.

"Well, that went rather well I think, your opinions, Faryn?"
"A silver tongue cannot solve the problems of our House, my lord"

Branys broke temporarily from his feast, the finest of wines, venison and all manner of other delicacies, shipped from Cyrodil, to meet Faryns eyes.

"Indeed, indeed, you are, as always, a bearer of wise council, your father would be proud of you." responded Morvayn as he wolfed down a particularly juicy slice of venison. Faryn tensed up at the mention of his father, but was resolved not to allow Morvayn to manipulate him.

"My father" he said "lived a warrior's life, I doubt he would agreed with diplomacy and "wise council" in such troubled times as these"

"Too right, young noble, too right. And it is for your undeniable bravery and strength that I have summoned you to my chamber tonight. It has come to my attention that a group of daedra worshipers have occupied the ruins of Ald-Ruhn. We are unsure of their numbers, or their experience, but I feel a warrior such as yourself will be more than capable of dealing with the situation."

There was an invisible game of cat-and-mouse being played between the two, it was as plain as day, but neither wanted the other to know that they saw it.

"Isn't Ald-Ruhn a Hlaalu territory now? Why not let then deal with these...people?"

"Ahhh....you are right young sera, Ald-Ruhn has been claimed by the Hlaalu, but you and I both know that their warriors aren't up to this task, indeed, their warriors aren't up to most tasks. In any case, we have been given a contract and shall be rewarded handsomely for our efforts. Perhaps, upon our completion of this goal, people will stop hiring the blasted Fighter's for missions we can quickly, easily and cheaply complete."

Faryn was all too used to this talk, in another country, Branys would be a brilliant salesman, or a successful merchant, but, Branys was given control of Redoran after the fall of Ald-Ruhn, he was bound to it, and it to him.

"Look Faryn, I've noticed your objections to my methods, I know you have a lot of respect and admiration among the men, and I realise you are very much a Redoran of our father's times, but those days are finished. We must fight the Hlaalu where we can truly wreak havoc, in their purses. We must beat their finance, to truly beat them."

Faryn stood up from his seat across from Morvayn at the long dinner table. It was only now that branys realised that his food was untouched. A silence descended over the room.

"How can we defeat them on any level, when we are nothing but their whores?"

Branys gritted his teeth, and narrowed his eyes to blood-red slants.

"Insult me or my House again, and you shall wind up in shackles. Now do my deed, or your life will be forfeit. GUARDS!"

Faryn looked at Branys' personal guards as they rushed into the room. Their ancient dwemer armour his the fact that they had served Redoran less than a decade. One of them went to grab Faryn's arm, but a cold glare was enough to prevent that. Indarys turned and walked away, his hand constantly gripping the hilt of his sheathed ebony sword, but he paused before he left the room.

"Perhaps, someday, you will lift your head from Curio's lap long enough to realise what you have done to our people and our honour."

Branys leapt from the table in rage, grabbing his dagger with venom in his eyes. Indarys was quite unthreatened by the outburst.

"I'll meet you in the Arena any time you wish, but for the moment, I've have some of Hlaalu's dirty work to do."

Oh, I like the way your character talks with his "don't mess with me" attitude. Very nice.