Author Notes: I do not own any of the places or characters from the Morrowind games
Introduction
In Cyrodiil, there lived a Dunmer woman. Her name was Mareh Uvirith, and she was the one of the recent additions to the long line of Uviriths. Her eldest brother, Manei, was out crusading in High Rock. Her eldest sister, Ranwe, was curing the sick and wounded Nords of Skyrim. Her dearest brother named Curil was still in Cyrodiil, teaching the children of the most powerful families and giving advice to the Emperor. Her warmongering sister Aram was off hiring herself out as a mercenary. And then there was her beautiful sister Neren, her fraternal twin. She was the toast of every man's eye, young and old. When traveling groups were in the region, they would walk the extra distance to the Uvirith family manor just to see her. She was also very stupid. Her parents intended to marry her off as soon as the necessary arrangements could be made. Mareh was glad that she was not as beautiful as Neren. Her first younger brother Kirn loved all creatures, and he was still living at home picking local wildflowers and treating sick animals. Then there was her only younger sister, Kita, who was the best in the province at singing songs. Her voice was as sweet as a nightingale, and even though she was only ten years of age, she had already preformed in front of the Emperor. The there was the gangly brother, Lutoh, who loved all things acrobatic. He loved the stage as well, and thought that he and his singing sister should form a troupe. And lastly, there was the quiet brother, Heme. He was the youngest, and he was only five when his eldest brother was twenty. No one knew what he liked to do, because he hardly ever spoke to anyone except Mareh. They had a special bond, but no one knew why. The children's ages were as follows: 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 16, 14, 10, 9, 5. Their parents were very happy together, and they had ended up with the ten of them. The Uviriths were extremely rich, and could support all their children and buy them whatever they needed. But Mareh wanted to be rid of her huge family. She wanted to be out of Cyrodiil, and wanted to start her own life. She wrote Curil and asked him what she should do, and where she should go to start adventuring. He suggested she go to the homeland of the Dark Elves, Vvardenfell. Her ancestors had come from there and had been powerful wizards. He thought she should get in touch with her past, and that that was the place to do it. Mareh had always been a little mysterious and stealthy. She could sneak into a room without anyone noticing her. She could pick your pocket and you wouldn't notice anything was missing until later in the day. And she had a way of concealing her weapon that no one would even think that she had one. And of course you would never expect her of it. She was of medium stature, and was almost as beautiful as her twin. Mareh knew that as soon as Neren was married off, she would be the most beautiful in the family, and she didn't like it. The reason the men didn't go after her the way they did her sister (though there were some who tried) was because she was mysterious and definitely not stupid. Mareh decided to follow Curil's advice. Her parents didn't want her to leave home; in fact when she asked her father about leaving he said no and commanded her to stay. That gave her more incentive to leave. She said that she wanted to visit Curil in the Imperial City and since it was well known that he was her favorite brother, her parents let her go (with armed escort). She packed her favorite things on her horse and left with the escort. Two days away from the Imperial City, she waited until her guards were asleep (she had drugged them with her brother Kirn's potions), then took her horse and left them. She headed for the coast and took the first available boat to Vvardenfell. She sold her clothes and sent her horse back to Uvirith manor, with a note that he should be given to Heme. She was determined not to live on anything but her skills. Well, plus 2,000 gold. While Mareh was a good thief, she also loved magic. She could alter the world at a whim, and recall a huge distance in a second. Her Bosmer friend Ruen had taught her this, along with all she knew about thievery, and the grimy underworld. When the boat packed with slaves from the mainland stopped in the Telvanni cities, she was fascinated that these buildings could be created by magic. She was half inclined to join the house and becoming an accomplished wizard, something her brothers and sisters had never thought of doing, and learn about her ancestors. But she wanted to be a thief more. House Telvanni would have to wait. Her ancestors had once lived in Vvardenfell and had been Telvanni born and bred. When the ship docked at Vivec harbor, she got off. The Foreign Quarter was alive and bustling with common folk. After a week boarding in the local inn, she heard a rumor of a wealthy mage who needed a roommate in Balmora. She knew by then that Balmora had one of the most accomplished Thieves Guilds in it, so she went. The wealthy mage turned out to be an ex-Telvanni nicknamed Fast Eddie who occasionally did some jobs for his House. The house itself was a run-down second floor room with a crack in the ceiling. But it was better than nothing, and Mareh decided she could make herself useful and do a little cleaning. Here we start the story.