A/N: I always wanted to do my own morrowind fanfiction, but it has already been done before in Arvil Bren's Journal, The Neveragaine, and Chronicles of the Nerevarine. Then I thought about how awkward Jiub was. A random dark elf who you have apparently spent the entire trip with and never see again? He is called Saint Jiub in the sequel and is reported to have fought off cliffracers from morrowind. How can you not add him into the tale? I apologize if this first chapters a bit depressing. Just trying to get all the setting and characterization in. My first story. Rate & Review.

Tales of The Incarnate and The Saint

Chapter One: Prisoners' Dilemma

Rhu'ton was dreaming.

He saw quotes, prophecies, and legends fly past his vision, allowing him only to get tiny glimpses of the story before him before another took its place. Just before the confusion drove him insane, the letters started being mixed with foreign scenery, and a voice echoed in his ears giving him comfort. Then he heard a voice that didn't echo. A real voice. A mortal voice.

"Wake up. We're here. Why are you shaking? Wake up!"

Rhu'ton woke up shivering as he remembered his situation. He was in a cell on a ship with his friend and fellow prisoner, Jiub the Dunmer.

"Stand up, there you go. Are you okay?"

With the help of the somewhat threatening Jiub, Rhu'ton managed to get onto his feet despite his wild shaking. The Dunmer was quite kind, almost naive, despite his scary red eyes, grey skin, and a scar across his left eye from his forehead to his cheek. Though, Rhu'ton was just as threatening. He was a Khajiit, a cat-like humanoid creature with sharp claws and teeth. He had dark brown fur covering his body and, odd for his species, his mane was cut into a imitation of an Imperial haircut.

"Yes," Rhu'ton replied "It was just a…" Rhu'ton was relunctant to say nightmare. While the vision was confusing, it had been oddly comforting. "a dream." He finished.

"Well," Jiub said, wondering about the health of his friend. "not even last night's storm could wake you." Rhu'ton shook his head to compose himself from his sudden awakening. The two of them made their way to the couple of barrels that they used as chairs. Jiub decided to change the subject to the more urgent matter. "I heard them say we've reached the Morrowind. I'm sure they'll let us go."

"Remember the last time you said that?" replied Rhu'ton with a bitter tone to his voice. He was referencing the moment the carriage, which they had traveled on for the first part of the journey, had pulled to a stop, only for them to board the ship they were currently on. "For all we know this might just be another stop on the trip."

Jiub frowned at another reminder of the last time his hopes were crushed. Rhu'ton could hold a grudge. "Where do you think they're taking us? If we travel any farther, we'll be off the maps. They wouldn't take prisoners on an exploration voyage."

"They also wouldn't they take petty criminals like us all the way out here when we were arrested within the capital city of the Empire." cried out Rhu'ton, spilling out the tension he had been building up ever since they were taken out of the gates of Imperial City, brought out from the disorientation of his recent slumber. However, this mystery had been at the front of their minds for the entire journey.

There was a moment of silence before Jiub asked "Do you have any ideas?" relying on his childhood friend to know what is going on as he had many times in the past.

Rhu'ton brought a paw to his chin in a surprisingly human gesture for a Khajiit. "They want us for something, but we don't have a clues." He gave a suspicious glance towards Jiub. "Are you sure you're not related to anyone in Morrowind?"

Jiub gave a sigh and explained yet again. "No, At least, no one I know of. We're orphans after all"

"Any criminal associates? Any drug dealing? I hear smuggling moon sugar is quite profitable on Vvardenfell."

"For the last time, Rhu'ton. I worked as a bodyguard, remember? I'm starting to think you don't trust me anymore."

Rhu'ton sighed. "Sorry Jiub, but it just doesn't make sense." Rhu'ton started stroking the fur on his chin and thought for a bit. "What are we? A warrior skilled in Willpower driven magics and a conman who has small ability in Enchanted items and Illusion magic." Rhu'ton got to his feet and started pacing, circling around the cell like a caged lion. "Maybe we're needed for some mission that required specified skills? That can't be it. There are many who can do our jobs better and neither one of us is very skilled. And they would have told us, wouldn't they?" He stopped pacing and started scratching behind his ears. "The thing that makes the most sense is if your associated with a criminal here who they want to catch, but then why would they bring me? Just because we've been friends for years isn't a good enough reason unless they were trying to hold me hostage to convince you to help them catch the criminal, But would they really need me if you don't even know the guy But then what hold would you have over them and Thisdoesnotmakeanysenseatall gggrrrrrrr" Rhu'ton growled as he drove his claws into the closest crate, adding more scratch marks to the thoroughly wrecked wooden surface.

"Rhu'ton," cried out Jiub. "Relax, or you're going to get the guards mad at us again!"

Moments passed before Rhu'ton's breathing slowed down. "How can you be so calm at this time? Something weird is going on and I don't think this will end well for us. We might end up being cannon fodder for some sort of secret operation, or something worse!"

"Look, Nothing we can do is going to fix it. Besides, we'll find out what's going on soon enough."

"Only if this is the last stop."

After a few minutes in which Jiub waited for Rhu'ton to recollect himself, Jiub asked "What do you mean by 'cannon fodder' and 'secret operation'?"

"For all we know, they have a job that will end up with the person doing it dead. If so, then who better for the job then two petty criminals who have no family outside of prison? No one would miss us. No one would even notice."

Silence claimed the next few moments.

"I shouldn't have asked." said Jiub. "Aren't you being a bit pessimistic?" He asked in a desperate tone.

"…I hope so. There must be criminals here that meet that description. But this still leaves us knowing nothing."

Then the Dunmer heard footsteps. "Quiet. Here comes the guard."

There was a sound of clinging metal as the cell door was unlocked. "This is where you get off. Come with me" said the guard. They followed him to the census office and off the ship.