Edipas awoke with a groan. The rocking of the boat, due to the waves, brought him crashing back into reality. The boat was transferring him, however he couldn't quite recall where to. The startling images from his fevered dream still too vivid in his mind. The gruff voice of his cellmate, Jiub, greeted him. "Good your awake, you were dreaming, not even last night's storm could wake you. Stand up. I heard the Guards say we've reached morrowind, not long until we reach Vvardenfel, our ancestral homeland. They're sure to let you go here Edipas. "Edipas smiled remembering back to the first night of his fevered dreamings. "Good your awake, stand up there you go.. What's your name? Mine is Jiub" " My name is Indoril Rethasedipas, or Edipas for short" The haggard old cell mate smiled cynically. "This is a funny place to find one who fashions himself after St. Nerevar." Sighing Edipas had thought back to all of the taunts he had received on the school yard growing up. He recited his generic response as if he was reading from a textbook "No I am not affiliating myself with the Saint but named after the House Indoril. I was found outside a Kvatch orphanage at a young age with the only thing in my possession a mask from the House Indoril-" "The ORDINATORS?" asked Jiub incredibly. Edipas nodded his assent and continued his tale, "The kindly, if ignorant, Imperials who owned the orphanage took me in and named me after a local hero 'Rethasedipas', he was famous for stopping a couple of burglars from assaulting the small warehouse of the orphanage during the great famine. They wanted my first name to be authentic sounding so they used the only Dunmer name they knew, Indoril (it was inscribed on the mask). So it isn't like I chose the fate of being called a filthy blasphemer or imperial dog, by the already crushed Dunmer in Kvatch" Jiub had nodded and told him that Dunmer in Vvardenfel were different. "I ahev been all around my beloved homeland, from Mournhold to the Ashlanders. Most people will see your naming afterthe Saint as an adulation, not an act of Blasphemy. In fact that is how I ended up in this mess, killed an uptight Dunmer in the Imperial city, he gave me this-" pointing to his scarred eye "- I took his life. The Dunmer in Cyrodiil are twisted, with only demented impressions of Dunmer culture left in their twisted minds. However for some reason you strike me as differen than them." Edipas looked up at this. "But how? You hardly know me!" Edipas was shocked to hear Jiub guffaw in response to his inquiry. " You spoke in your sleep lad. I won't repeat much, but you have an interesting task in front of you. Don't worry your fever won't kill ya, I don't think she'd allow that, yet!" Edipas was about ask what the older dunmer meant beforre he was struck by a dizzy spell, and vomitted all over the cabin floor, and collapsed, his body not having hte strength to endure the retching.
Shaking his head he realized that Jiub was saying something, as he opened his mouth to ask him to repeat himself jiub silenced him. "Quiet Here Comes the Guard." Edipas glanced over and saw an imperial Legionnaire striding towards him. Quickly sizing him up the Imperial glared at Jiub and turned to Edipas. "This is were you get off, come with me." Carefully and deftly he unlocked Edipas's manacles. After that he practically leapt backwards. Pondering this reaction Edipas realized that this probably was developed because prisoners would kick out at the Guards as they were unshackled. The notion didn't even occur to the Dark Elf because he knew it would only make things worse for himself. The ship was loaded with Imperial Guards, stem to stern. Even if Edipas, in his emaciated state, could over power the guard there was no way the convict could dispatch the rest of the ship as well. Following the guard up the stairs he found himself surrounded by the guards chambers which, contrary to prison myth, were surprising similar to the prisoners' cells. "That would explain the attitude," thought Edipas as he stepped towards the stairs leading to the main deck. He briefly wondered what the Empire had in mind for him, his cellmate Jiub was heading to indentured servitude in Solstheim. he hoped that whatever he was assigned to it would be short, and he could earn his freedom again. Just as was fitting his luck Edipas ws snapped out of his reverie by a curt command from the guard, "Get yourself up on deck and try to keep this as civil as possible." Edipas's stiff legs slowly pulled his feet up the stairs, he whole body shook with anticipation. He lungs burned for air he needed to feel the sun on his face, a breeze the clouds... Everything called to him. He reached his fingers brushed the handle to the hatch grinning he wrapped his middle and index fingers around the handle. rearing back with his shoulder he shoved the hatch open and stepped out into the world. Surrounded by the scent of the fresh air, the inviting energy of the sun and the welcoming presence of the the summer breeze. It almost felt as if... Edipas was home after a very very long journey. He was so entranced by his surrounding environment that he missed whatever the guard said to him, taking his bearing from the smiling expression on the guard's face he figured he was safe. Nodding and giving a quick salute, one that commanding officers gave to subordinates, and headed down the dock to meet the census and excise officer waiting for him, things were about to change...
Sotha Sil- Welcome back General.