Hello and welcome to Morrowind's version of Character's Update!

Here you can write about what your characters are doing on Vvardenfell, Solstheim or in Mournhold. It's not an actual fanfic thread, but I'm not forbidding anything.


My Morrowind character is hibernating so to speak. He's a Nord called Karl the Northener who lives on Solstheim where he takes up residence in Thirsk Meadhall. He mostly wanders around fighting whatever attacks him while collecting various things to either sell or keep.

Thank you for this thread, mirocu, you made my day. I need a break from learning so let's my meet my former character, whose story happily concluded the previous week.

Name: Haryon

Picture: Outside the palace of Vivec

Race: Nord

Gender: Male

Age: Unspecified, close to 30

Sign: The Atronach

Home Country: Cyrodiil

Nerevarine: Yes

Faction and Rank or Guilds: Primate of the Imperial Cult, Clanfriend of the Ashlanders, Operative of the Blades

Class: Monk

Skills and talents: Hand-to-hand / Blunt Weapon, Unarmored, Acrobatics

Weapons of preference: Bare hands, staves, maces

Clothing: robes and only robes

Alignment: Neutral Good

Biography/Life History: Haryon, born on a certain day to uncertain parents, is a humble monk who was deported to Vvardenfell against his own will but when he realized the importance of the Nerevarine prophecies, he had no choice but to accept his destiny. He saved Morrowind and its people from two major threats: Dagoth Ur and Almalexia. But being the Nerevarine never made Haryon feel to be "above the others". He remained a simple man, always helping those in need by following the teachings of the Nine Divines. He never cared about money and usually gave it to the poor or donated it to the Imperial Cult.

Current status: Haryon settled down in the Urshilaku Camp, together with Ashlanders that were his prime teachers in becoming the Nerevarine. Adventurers that passed the Urshilaku Camp, often told stories of a barefoot bearded Nord walking amongst the Ashlanders like he was one of them. For he was, because the Ashlanders called him "brother". However, what happened to Haryon in the Red Year, when the Red Mountain erupted, scorched almost entire Vvardenfell and thus killed most of the island population, is not known. The most possible claim is that in the fifth year of the fourth era Haryon the Nerevarine passed away.

Ooh! Great thread and two great characters

Makes me want to fire up morrowind again..

Anyway my most recent character is named Veldryn and he's a dunmer warrior that primarily utilises medium armour, long blade, marksman, alchemy and mysticism, among other things...

He's about halfway through the MQ and is a member of house Redoran and the Fighter's Guild..

And here's my current character, the exact opposite of kind-hearted Haryon.

Name: Varus Valgus

Picture: Man in glass

Race: Imperial

Gender: Male

Age: Unspecified, close to 40

Sign: The Thief

Home Country: Cyrodiil

Nerevarine: No

Faction and Rank or Guilds: None (yet)

Class: Assassin

Skills and talents: Long Blade / Short Blade, Light Armor, Sneak, Security

Weapons of preference: Long swords (enchanted), Bows, Short Blades

Clothing: Light Armor (currently wearing a mix of glass and chitin armor, namely: glass helm, cuirass, greaves - Chitin pauldrons, gauntlets, boots

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Biography/Life History: Varus Valgus is a ruthless assassin from Cyrodiil. Much of his past is shrouded in mystery, but it's known that he hails from a noble family and worshipped the Daedra. He was supposed to kill a noble in Windhelm, Skyrim, but was caught in the act and imprisoned. Because he often escaped from prisons in the past, authorities decided to send him to Ebonheart by ship where he'd be judged. It turned out that this wasn't a clever idea.

"I'd rather sell my soul to Daedra than remain on this ship any longer," cursed Varus while the ship was travelling through the Azura's Coast. It's unknown what exactly happened afterwards but suddenly a huge wave appeared out of nowhere and overturned the ship. Varus managed to set free, killed his guards, jumped from the sinking ship and swam to the coast. Varus is convinced that the Daedra helped him to escape.

Varus later became infected with Porphyric Hemophilia and evolved into a full vampire. He caused terror in the Grazelands, preying on unsuspecting victims and sucking out their blood. He met his demise from a warrior of the Zainab camp.

Current status: Dead.

Interesting that you have one good and one evil character, Lopov. One on either side of the spectra

It seems like we needed a Morrowind-specific thread. One former and one current character from Lopov and one from Vital.

Anyhow, I hope this thread will be active and enjoyed and hopefully more will chime in

How long-lasting is Karl when compared to Lothran - did many years pass in his game? And does he ever leave Solstheim or is a permanent resident of the frozen island?



Maybe you should fire it up. I really liked the main quest in MW, it took Haryon some in-game months to complete it. I've never done either House Redoran or the Fighter's Guild. In fact I was deciding whether to create a knight that'd join House Redoran or a ruthless assassin - in the end I decided for an assassin.



I'll definitely write some stories from time to time, when I feel inspired enough. I'll probably keep them short most of the time. I wonder if Renee'll join us too...

Don´t know how many years, haven´t played since December and only a little then. He has gone back to Vvardenfell once or twice but only very, very briefly.


If she gets it for the PC so she can use more mods than I´ve ever even heard of then I think she will..

And yeah, keep his updates coming

I think that she'll able to play it more or less vanilla, as I do. Funny, but I can play Morrowind almost mod-less to enjoy it, something I can't say for other TES games.

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Burcanius Varo, a publican of the Varo Tradehouse in Vos, rolled his eyes when a familiar figure in glass armor came in. It was Varus Valgus, an extremely arrogant Imperial, that showed up in the tradehouse a few days ago, and frequented it ever since, most of the time at nights - to get a meal and a bed. Although Varus spent a lot of drakes in his inn, Burcanius couldn't forget the fact that he killed Smokey Morth, a fellow local, just because he got on his nerves. Not to mention that he always got in a conflict with another local, Hairan Mannanalit.

"Can we hurry this along?" said Hairan and angrily looked at Varus as he made his way to the bar.

"Out of my way, woman," shouted Varus and came to the bar. *1 "You there, I'd like to eat something. Give me some...ash yams. And a bottle of greef. And here's some gold for the bed."

Burcanius took his gold and took a bottle of greef from below the counter, yet couldn't help but notice that Varus was much more pale than usual.

"You're not feeling well, probably you have a common disease. You should visit the Imperial Cult..."

"Shut up and give me my food already! I'm feeling fine. Even better as yesterday. Mind your own business, innkeeper." *2

"You're pathetic," said Burcanius and handed him a plate of ash yams and a bottle of greef, decided that he'll charge higher prices from Varus from now on.

Taking the food with him, Varus went upstairs to his room. It wasn't the first time that somebody mentioned him "not feeling well" but he certainly didn't notice any changes. In fact, he felt better than before, because he felt less tired and more fit. *3 It all began when he had a fight with some strong man in a tomb not far from Vos. Varus rarely had to flee from a fight but if he didn't escape from that tomb, he'd already be dead. But when his wounds healed, he couldn't explain why, he felt more healthy than before.

There was something sinister about that man but Varus couldn't explain what. He didn't saw him well because it was very dark but there was something about his smile and his eyes that made Varus shiver when he remembered him. He ate his supper and then went to sleep, still thinking about the mysterious man from the tomb.

Just a distance away from Vos, in a hidden ancestral tomb, old vampire Calvario was licking his lips - he sure liked the blood of that young Imperial.

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*1 and *2 - whenever Varus insults someone, I use a Taunt option. It's not always sucessful but sometimes it makes NPCs go mad at him.

*3 - Porphyric Hemophilia in Morrowind restores fatigue as opposed to later games, that's the explanation behind Varus feeling better than before.

Ooh, nice litte story there New in Morrowind and already having fought a vampie

Don´t reckon him to be nicer once he´s fully transformed..

A coincidence, really. He followed an advice to "seek out tombs and mines to find valuables" and the first thing that he came across, was a vampire in a tomb.

Speaking of vampires in general, they seem ultra-rare in Morrowind. Except one lair, Haryon never found another one, yet he explored quite a lot of the land. I'm not sure if they are so little of them or he just didn't have any luck in finding them.


Probably he'll get even worse. But not many people will talk to him afterwards so it should make for an interesting RP.

Woot! Morrowind updates! And wonderful to see Lopov here. Varus the Vampire. . . does that have a nice ring to it?

I think vampies are quite common in Morrowind... Seem to remember several clans originating from there but I may be wrong

It sounds good indeed, I haven't thought of it until now. Now all he has to do, is to find a Vampiric Ring. And thanks for the welcome.


Yes, there are three clans, which means three lairs. There are probably some random vampires scattered across Vvardenfell but except one lair that belonged to one of the clans, I never found them elsewhere. Well, technically, this ancestral tomb has a vampire but there are also other undead around so it doesn't count strictly as a vampire lair.

Morrowind updates!

I have got to get around to firing this game up again...

Maybe a Breton, born under the Apprentice, a Sorcerer wielding a staff...

*shakes head*

Anyway...

Updates on two characters? Cool

I am enjoying the reads too. The only thing holding me back from finally starting Morrowind is the fact that I've got too many other games going on right now, and I need to 'resolve' some of these first. So it'll be good reading others experiences for MW.

Plus when I finally get around to MW, I know it's going to be an epic experience. I don't want to sandwich this experience between Oblivion, Skyrim, and Arena.

mirocu: Hey come on friend, that's not fair! .. I wouldn't start Morrowind and just slam it full of mods. That's not my style.

Just kidding, Renee And I totally get what you mean, those three games you have going are quite enough already and I suspect you also have other games going?

Great update Lopov! Varus is wonderfully evil and I love his interactions with the NPCs

This really does make me wonder if I should fire up MW or Oblivion... Seeing as I already have an MW character, it might not be a bad option... I'm like Renee though, I'm trying to play nearly the whole TES series at once...

Varus? Give me back my Legions!

Please do.

Thanks. I'm looking forward to your character, I'm sure that you'll fire him up soon.

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"I don't deal with the likes of you!" *1 Burcanius Varo encouraged himself and decided to refuse any further services to the arrogant Imperial when he wanted his breakfast. Surprisingly, Varus Valgus said nothing in return, but silently left the tradehouse.

"They'll get what they deserve...in time." For now he decided to leave Vos and levitate to Tel Mora - thanks to the levitating amulet which he received as a reward from Master Aryon's Guard Captain, he was able to cross the sea without getting wet.

Later he had his glass & chitin armor repaired at Radras' smithy, bought some chitin arrows at Berwen's tradehouse and returned to the mainland to search for some places to loot. He didn't find any, so he spent some time training his archery skills on peaceful Vvardenfell creatures *2 and on occasional hostile Dunmer.

In the evening he rented a room at the only tradehouse in Tel Mora, the Covenant, and went to sleep...he dreamt of a blonde maiden that was crying but her tears were red. Red as blood. And when he tasted them, they were salty, sharp with spice and savor. But maiden's face had changed, her skin grey-white, her hair turned black, and wreathed her head like twining snakes. *3

Varus couldn't see himself while dreaming but if he could, then he'd see his face changing - his skin was becoming grey-white, just as maiden's, his eyes got pale and two of his teeth were slowly changing, becoming longer and sharper...

An hour later a scream of fright was heard through the tradehouse. Natesse, a scout in charge of guarding the tradehouse, had no idea what was happening but the voice was clearly male, which meant that only the guest could be screaming. She heard a ruckus above her, right where the Imperial's room was located. In the next minute the Imperial came running down the stairs. He was hiding his face but just as he was about to leave the inn, he slowly turned to Natesse, and that's when she saw...

...a vampire!

The very same man who came to the inn this night, was now completely changed, and if it weren't for his distinctive long hair and glass armor, she wouldn't recognize him. Now his face was pale, lifeless, his eyes and lips as white as snow on Solstheim. He was sweating and breathing heavily, obviously being very, very scared.

"Aaaah! A vampire! Go away!" she shouted, hoping to alert other guests in case he attacked her. But this didn't happen. Eeven more scared and shocked than her, Varus rushed out of the inn and away from Tel Mora. While the vampire was fleeing, residents of Tel Mora heard yet another nerve-racking scream and then...
...everything...
...fell...
...silent.

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*1 - Varo's disposition was 30 when Varus taunted him but for some reason it dropped to 12 in the morning, that's why he refused services, obviously.
*2 - one of the few mods which I use, pacifies most of the wildlife unless diseased.
*3 - this is a segment from the nightmare which you get before transforming to a vampire. If anyone's interested, here's the entire text.

Oh, noes! A vampy!

vampire!!!

Well done on describing his transformation Lopov

Yes, I definitely will fire up MW soon. I kinda wanna play it from the start or I might do Veldryn's game seeing as he isn't very far yet anyway

Damn Lopov, I'm like ... speechless.

I didn't know that this is possible.

Thanks for all kind comments, it's good to write again.

QFT (quoted for truth).

Gosh, Lopov, that was fun to read! Continue to march.

Thanks, Acadian. Today's story is slightly longer, when I began writing, I intended to keep it short but by the time when I was done, it was already too late to go back.

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Fright, hysteria, despair, madness...these and many other feelings were rapidly passing through Varus Valgus' head while fleeing from Tel Mora. Everything was clear now...the man in the tomb whom he fought was no ordinary man but a vampire...people telling him that he was sick, were right, yet he ignored them...no longer will any potion heal him. But in time his thoughts shifted elsewhere...rage and revenge took over. Running like a madman he made his way to the ancestral tomb where it all began - he demanded answers, he demanded to be cured. But old vampire Calvario that infected Varus, wasn't in a mood for talking. Happy to see his latest victim fully-fledged, he now wanted to drink his whole blood, but he underestimated Varus' new powers.

Two vampires clashed, Calvario with a health-absorbing spell and Varus with an enchanted glass sword. Calvario was agile and more experienced, rapidly draining his opponent's health by powerful magic that allowed him to suck out Varus' blood. It seemed that the battle was lost when a sudden thought crossed Varus' mind...when Calvario came closer to drain more of his blood, Varus pressed his hands against him just as Calvario did before - Varus didn't know how but suddenly he felt his blood rapidly circulating, bubbling, almost boiling! The feeling was both pleasant and satisfying, and while sucking out Calvario's blood, Varus felt encouraged to continue the battle.

Calvario stepped back, surprised, and that's when Varus pulled out his shocksword and stabbed Calvario through right his chest, ending the vampire's life.

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"Now what?" Varus said aloud, only to find out that his voice changed as well. It wasn't deep as before, but husky and rough. He searched the entire tomb for any clues about his disease but found none, so he left the tomb. It was still night when he came out and he slowly made his way back to Vos. He felt betrayed, confused and scared but from somewhere deep inside he felt unexplained power and lust for blood. He felt like there were two persons inside him - one terrified and one malicious. They fought each other and in one moment he felt desperate, and in the next moment he felt powerful.

"AAAARGH!" All of a sudden Varus felt a burning pain all over his body. It was unbearable and felt like he was melting, falling apart. As soon as he noticed a lightning mass rising from the east, he knew the reason. "The sun! It's the sun!" Barely able to sustain the pain, he began to run. Run! Run! Run! Despite his torture, he realized that he ran much faster as he used to before becoming a vampire. But he knew that it won't help him much unless he finds a shelter soon. At that moment he spotted a tower-like entrance ahead. He knew the location - it was a complex of a few ruined halls under Tel Vos. He cleared them a few days ago and even found some valuable loot there. Thinking only to get there on time, Varus sprinted as fast as he could, jumped to the door so they opened with a large slam and then quickly closed them behind. He lied on a floor and just like the pain appeared out of nowhere, now it was gone in a second...everything was as it used to be. It was cold in this abandoned dungeon and it suited him.

But with the soothing feeling of coldness came the realization that he'll no longer be able to enjoy the sun. He became a creature of the night. Breathing heavily, Varus realized that the life he was used to...is lost. He couldn't hold back anymore...he began to cry. But his tears weren't ordinary - they were red and dense. As he was crying, feeling powerless to change his fate, tears made it to his lips, and he tasted them - they were sharp and salty, just as Calvario's blood. They imbued him with power and bloody freshness. He wiped his tears with his hand and now he no longer looked like he was suffering. Now he looked...

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A jail under castle Vos was a place where Men and Mer that broke the Imperial law in the region, were imprisoned. Once there were six cells down there but after Master Aryon ordered his diggers to extend the jail, the results were catastrophic and instead of being extended, the jail was reduced in size.

Nobody knew why, but when workers began to dig, a major wall collapsed and sturdy roots made its way through walls, destroying three cells and revealing forgotten underground tunnels that extended under entire Castle Vos. Many diggers died and those who managed to escape the collapse, were killed by rats and Daedra that dwelled in the tunnels.

To keep the castle safe, workers and guards destroyed wooden planks, connecting the tunnels and the jail so that creatures couldn't reach them unless they knew how to fly. Guards didn't bother to patrol the tunnels anymore and except rats nobody set foot in these stagnant and cold halls for months. *1

But now rats weren't the only residents down there. Now there was another creature. Lurking in the shadows and feasting on rats' meat, Varus Valgus called these halls his hideout. And he was that kind of a creature that knew how to fly.

Only one guard of importance was stationed in the jail, namely Goler Andrethi, a Dunmer witchhunter. Currently there was only one Khajiit prisoner so he didn't have much to worry about. Besides, the prisoner was safely locked in his cell so Goler could spend his time reading The Anticipations.

Suddenly an arrow hit Goler's arm, penetrating his chitin Armor. "You n'wah!" He saw his attacker on the other end of the hall and quickly summoned an ancestral ghost to distract it. "How by Azura did this n'wah get here?"

Just in case if the ghost wouldn't be up to the task, Goler readied his bonemold bow. It turned out that he'll need it because a few seconds later, his ghost was no more and the mysterious attacker was running against Goler. He saw his pale face and since he was a witchhunter, he immediately recognized the threat.

"A vampire! You're beaten, vile creature!" But Varus attacked him with his fists, punching Goler so quickly that he didn't even have time to fire an arrow. Varus' hands were covered in blood and when Goler Andrethi fell to the ground, Varus forcefully bit his neck, sucking his warm blood out, feeling ecstatic.

"Footsteps?" As Varus heard someone approaching, he lifted his head and listened closely. Blood still dripping from his lips, he swiftly hid behind a nearby door and waited. A Telvanni Guard was approaching but he went down the other hall so he didn't see Goler's bloody corpse. There was no time for a planned attack, Varus quickly took late Goler's bonemold bow, drew it with full strength and fired an arrow straight to the guard's back, killing him instantly.

"Such a shame. So many blood lost," thought Varus, leaning over the dead guard's corpse. He took his iron arrows and two healing potions and with a satisfying, husky laughter on his bloody face, sneaked back to the cold tunnels. To his haven. To his hideout.

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*1 - the first three paragraphs refer to journal pieces that you find in Tel Vos Dungeon.

So, Varus seeks revenge upon the vampire who infected him... Quite a fight it was And he learnt the hard way that vampires and the sun don't mix. That would quite a depressing thought, wouldn't it? Never see the sun again... No thanks!!

And now Varus has a hideout in Tel Vos dungeon... Seems he's getting used to his new 'condition'

Great job Lopov!!!

Yes, you got everything right, I'm glad that I wrote it clear enough.

Thanks.

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A heavy storm raged over the Grazelands. Burcanius Varo, a publican of Varo tradehouse, didn't expect many guests this night. When the weather was so bad, ships didn't arrive to Vos and locals stayed safely locked inside their homes.

Except fellow Ashlander Hairan and his wife Ferise, there weren't any people in the tradehouse. The only guest that Burcanius expected, was Sedyni Veran, a captian of local ship Falvillo's Endeavor. She usually came to his inn if the weather was 'bad but perhaps she just changed her mind and stayed on the ship' thought Burcanius.

He couldn't know that Falvillo's Endeavor would never sail again. He couldn't know that Sedyni Veran was lying dead on a beach, a chitin arrow stuck in her neck. And that the creature who killed her, was approaching the tradehouse. The door opened with a loud slam and a man in glass armor walked in, a demonic smile on his pale face and a glass sword in his right hand.

"Remember me?" he asked and laughed wickedly. Burcanius recognized him immediately - it was Varus Valgus, the arrogant Imperial whom he refused to offer any more services a few days ago. But there was one important difference - Varus wasn't a vampire back then and it seemed that he didn't come to rent a bed this time. But before he could say something, Varus struck Hairan with his sword and the powerful shock force killed her on spot.

"You won't get away with this!" Burcanius knew that vampires are vulnerable to fire and luckily he owned an enchanted fire ring so he directed it at Varus, setting him on fire. "You fool!" shouted Varus, retreating. "Your pathetic ring can't stop a vampire!" He jumped over the counter and a few powerful swings killed the publican.

"You shouldn't have refused your services to me, Varo," Varus said to the corpse, "because now you won't offer them to anyone else. Ha ha ha ha ha!" But Varus knew that Burcanius' wife was still somewhere in the tradehouse and he was glad that he saved the best for last. He was hungry and wounded from Burcanius' ring and some fresh Dunmer's blood was just what he needed to revitalize himself...

...when Varus left the tradehouse half an hour later, there weren't any persons alive inside. Ferise Varo was an old hag but nonetheless her blood tasted good and Varus felt healed and sated. The Horror of Tel Vos crossed small hills and then descended down to his cold hideout.

My, oh my. He really is a very bad egg...

The Horror of Tel Vos

I love it!! Varus is extremely nefarious, makes me want to play an evil character

What about you, Vital? Have a character yet?

He's forming in my head. Might give my fighters guild and house redoran nerevarine another whirl. I just need a name and a race

Looks like Varus the Vampire is putting his new skills to use. And learning about the sun.

Well, when one plays as Dead-is-dead, you must always expect a sudden end. This happened today with Varus Valgus.
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Although I did my best by trying to keep him alive with a bunch of Restore Health potions, he was killed by some Dunmer from the Zainab camp. She killed him with one strike and it seems that her blade was enchanted with fire which means almost instant death for a vampire.

RIP Violent Varus the Vampire.

Ashes to ashes and vampires to dust.

Good one!

He´s dead already? Oh, well. For the best maybe. I mean, he was pretty evil wasn´t he?

Hope you had fun though, Lopov

Yeah, it was fun while it lasted. I'm not sure if my next character'll be DiD or not, probably not, because I want to last it longer. We'll see.

already!?

These are the dangers we face when playing DiD. I've never played Morrowind DiD. Even though I'd already started playing DiD in Oblivion before I played Morrowind I kinda suck at Morrowind

Wow, looks like I missed the party. Well what a roller-coaster ride for poor Varus. He looked like he might do really well, now look at him!

I'm definitely not playing Morrowind DiD! .. Well good luck with whatever toon you roll next, Lopov.

I have a character in Morrowind, too. Well, Solstheim.

And "toon?" *cringes*

RIP, Varus!

I am nowhere near DiD ready in Morrowind. I do have a functioning game with a Nord waiting around for me, but it will be a time before I get back to her.

DE and Grits - It would be fun to read some updates from you guys. Maybe it´ll have the same effect on me that tmar´s Fallout 3 pixies had; I started to play it again myself!

I don't always play Morrowind DiD but I try it from time to time, mostly with evil characters because if they die, I don't miss them so much. But my next character won't be DiD.

Also, it may seem that Varus died very early but in fact it's not like that. I only began writing his stories relatively late and being a vampire only represented his last 20-30 hours. He was through a lot before he became a vampire, he travelled over the Grazelands, Ashlands, Red Mountains, so he lasted some time.

Erika the Nord Battlemage is watching the sun set in Seyda Neen. She has no idea why she’s been transported here, why someone left a nice axe in a tree stump, or why said axe keeps whiffing the air instead of hitting the things that are right in front of her. I expect that in time these issues will become clear for her.

She’s wearing steel greaves over common clothing. She has a package she’s supposed to deliver. She’ll get to that pretty soon.

Wow, good job with your new one, Gritsy. Lots of folks playing MW all the sudden.


Ha ha yeah i know.

It's good to meet Erika, I loved the "axe" part.

I was playing my character Rowan Varrus (Imperial woman from Oblivion and Skyrim) when my old laptop died. By the time I got Morrowind going on this one she was retired from Skyrim and ready to stay retired. Thus Erika was born. A clueless Nord who will hopefully share my many what-the-'heck' moments getting to know the game.

I haven’t played Erika since last November, and I don’t think I ever bothered to introduce her. Now when I fire her game up on an off day I’ll be much more likely to write a little something about it. That will make me remember her better and play more. Thanks for this thread, mirocu!