Ch. 1
This land is so much different from Akavir. I don't like it, even though I despised Akavir also, and I've no idea why that foolish Emperor would send me here. His royal edict had gotten me out of that stupid prison, so I guess I should be thankful for that. That foolish human at the bar in the Imperial City had it coming, daring to draw his puny blade at me for sitting in his chair. Yes, I killed the human, I have pride enough to not stand when a blade is drawn against me, I kill whomever is foolish enough to threaten me like that, however strong or weak they are. Needless to say that was my first lesson traveling into the Empire secretly after fleeing my lifetime of servitude in Akavir. My Lord would often tell how his Tsaesci brethren had taken over this Empire ages ago, and as I looked around the Imperial City for the short time I was there, I could see the ancient reminders of the presence of the Tsaesci in that place so long ago, but those reminders were mostly forgotten by the humans, elves, and beast-men living there. I won't deny, killing that human was a mistake, and I am not prone to making many mistakes, what with my age and experience, but I hadn't taken into account the fact that I was in a land so very foreign to me. After my short tenure at the City's prison, I was put onto a ship headed for the province of Morrowind. This easternmost province has a history with Akavir, so naturally I had heard of it in my homeland. No, not homeland, more like home prison. I must shed these second thoughts of leaving Akavir, for here I am, in this foreign land, in Morrowind.
The ship ride was rather peaceful, mostly because the only other passenger was some other prisoner, but that peacefulness had disintegrated over the night. That dream, vision, or whatever it was, made me wake suddenly in a cold sweat. Jiub, the other prisoner on the ship talked to me as I woke, and told me that we had landed on the island of Vvardenfell, the volcanic isle that makes up the majority of the landmass of the Morrowind province. A guard had descended into the lower decks, where Jiub and I were, and instructed me to follow him off of the ship to be processed by the Census and Excise Office. As I emerged from the ship's hold, I was briefly blinded by the sun reflecting off the gentle waves of the water. I was led by another guard to the Census and Excise Office and was processed as an Imperial Citizen. The elderly human who was in charge greeted me as I entered, and then proceeded to build paperwork on me. My pride and my upbringing in the ranks of the army of the Tsaesci Lord Rash-kai'l had instilled values in me, one of the most important being honesty, so naturally I answered the elderly human's questions truthfully and honestly. I will always chuckle to myself when I remember the look on that human's face as I told him about my name and background. I told him, "I am Silas, and I used to be an assassin in the army of Tsaesci Lord Rash-kai'l in the land known as Akavir."
I am racially Dunmeri, a Dark Elf, like those who are native to Morrowind; however I was born and raised in the land of Akavir. My parents were slaves, who escaped from their Tsaesci master, however, shortly after I was born, agents of their master had found them and murdered them for their crime of escaping. The agents had brought me back to their Lord, who instructed that I would be raised personally by him. His name was Rash-kai'l, and he was of the Tsaesci, a vicious, cold-hearted race of snake-people who were the self-proclaimed masters of Akavir. Their viciousness and carelessness of all forms of life is only matched by their pride, and it is this pride that drives them to constantly fight one another. They amass armies of slaves and throw them at one another in hopes of destroying their competition so they could take over the land. I was raised to become an assassin for Lord Rash-kai'l, and while it is the best possible position in an army of a Tsaesci Lord, it still meant slavery and servitude for life. Many long years had I served Rash-kai'l, performing my duties as professionally as I could, and still I had sought the one unattainable thing in that land for any who are not of the snake-people: freedom. I was foolish to think that I could win freedom from my slavery, yet longer and longer I had performed any duty my Lord would ask of me, despising him more and more every time I saw his golden face, his sneering, cruel, lipless mouth, and his cold, slanted eyes. Eventually I gained my chance for freedom, however without approval of my master. I had successfully killed 3 slave-generals of a rival army, and as I was making my way back to the stronghold of my master, I realized that if I were to return, I would surely make my last mistake as I looked in the face of the being I hated most in this life. I couldn't kill him, even though I wanted to so badly, so I did what my parents had done and I fled. I went to the coast and acquired a boat and sailed over the sea. I had wound up in Niben Bay, in the central Imperial province of Cyrodiil. I travelled to the place where I believed I could get the most information on this new land, the Imperial City itself.
While I learned many valuable bits of information there, I was wholly stunned by the difference between Cyrodiil and Morrowind. As I exited the Census and Excise Office, I stepped into the small town of Seyda Neen. Breathing my first breath of complete freedom, I nearly retched at the horrid smell of the swamps and salt marshes surrounding this town. It seems I have much to learn as an outlander here in Morrowind, but it shouldn't be hard, especially to find this human, Cosades, but that will wait till later.
