The way that I will write this story is that before these four people meet each other, each one of them will have their own story going. There will be one story per character each chapter, until they find each other and it will all become one story. If you're confused, please private message me.
"Rough day, Angnel?" Her brother Stanvar asks her. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"
Angnel shook her head then began to speak. "We can't keep living like this, Stanvar. You have to get a job soon."
"Being Redguards in the middle of the Alik'r Desert doesn't exactly help to provide many jobs." Stanvar frowned.
"I can't keep going out and roaming caves and ruins to find gold for us to get by. Every time I make it out alive I thank the Divines that I'm not dead. We either have to find a new place to live or find new jobs. What's your choice?"
"I hear the economy in Skyrim is great, It's kind of far away from here though. What do you want to do?"
Angnel stroked her long dark hair as she looked out the only window in the small home. What was the point of living in the middle of the desert anyway, she thought. She was nearly a grown woman and her brother was essentially a grown man. She figured it was time to take a risk.
"Well, brother," she began. "This is about as bad as it can get already. We're pretty much poor and we have no other choice. Let's take the long trip to Skyrim. I have enough experience from adventuring to get us there quickly and safely. We'll leave the house tomorrow morning. I'll pack us some food, clothes, and weapons. Let's get some rest."
Stanvar smiled and picked up his tankard of mead. "Cheers to a better life."
Angnel immediately filled up a cup for herself and repeated what her brother had said. "Cheers to a better life."
With that, the Redguards packed up their supplies and entered their slumber.
Durgon grabbed his pick axe and entered the mine of Narzulbur. It was a nearly empty mine at this point. Pockets of ebony ore were now just plain stone.
"Why are we mining anyway?" Durgon asked out loud. "Shouldn't we be fighting to honor Malacath?"
"It is not fighting that pleases Malacath, child," Durgon's mother Mazgash stated. "It is bravery and hard work."
"There's not gonna be anymore work to do considering this mine is going completely dry, mother." Durgon exited the mine and entered the Chieftan's quarters. It was dark out, so the chieftan was fast asleep.
Durgon stole an Orcish war hammer and a full set of Orcish armor from beside the Chieftan's bed. After that, Durgon not only escaped the quarters, but he also left the stronghold.
He had never had a good relationship with anyone there, including his mother, even after living there for eighteen years.
"Don't worry, Malacath," Durgon said. "There are still true sons like me that know what you want. I am going to deliver for you. I am confirming my faith."
Durgon could feel the cold air on his head since he was bald everywhere but the middle, a black Mohawk running down his cranium. He was used to the cold though, after eighteen years of living in Skyrim he began to get used to things.
As Durgon roamed down the road, he spotted an old orc standing next to a tree.
"Hello," the orc greeted him.
"Hello," Durgon replied. "Need Something?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," the old orc said. "I want a proper death. I have lived long enough in this world, and it is time for me to go."
Durgon realized the oppurtunity presented for him. "I would be willing to give you that death," he said. "You want for your life to end, and my life is only just beginning."
"Now...focus..." Brelusa's mentor, Satlos told her. "Aim for the mannequin to your right and then release your power."
Brelusa followed the order as a fireball escaped from her hand and obliterated the mannequin. She smiled and bowed to Satlos.
"Very well done, my friend!" He exclaimed. "And since we're Dunmer, we are able to learn destruction magic much more quickly. You will be an expert mate in no time."
"Thank you, Master Satlos," she said, hiding a smile behind her hood. "Perhaps it's time we-" Satlos immediately fell over as an ice spike was infused into his shoulder.
"Go!" Satlos exclaimed. "If you want to learn more go to the College of Winterhold in Skyrim! There's nothing else here to do in Morrowind. Save yourself!"
Shock and sadness are what flowed through Brelusa after Satlos' death. She wanted to get revenge on whoever killed her mentor first, but she had always done what Satlos had told her to do first.
That's why she was headed to Winterhold.
Talen-Kur, an Argonian from the Black Marsh was escaping from his homeland. He had been a thief there for far too long, resulting in finally getting caught.
He was headed for Skyrim. He knew it was as far away from Argonian as he could get. Lucky for him, he had no family to worry about in the first place. He didn't even feel guilty about his crimes.
"As long as I'm not killing anyone," he says, "Then I feel no emotion. Stealing makes me happy though."
He was already halfway through Cyrodil.
Sorry for making the last two people have extremely short sections, I'm just kind of eager to get this story up. There will be more insight on everyone in later chapters. Thanks for reading and leave a review.