Hey there, everypeoples!  I'm Nakraf.  You may recognize me from my Kim Possible fanfics "Evil Geniuses for a Better Tomorrow" and "Project IAGO" (or maybe not.)  I also like playing Morrowind.  So, here goes!

I do not own any of the races or creatures from Morrowind.  I do own Varansaur, Ej-Friekhas, Criona, Imesh-Ma, and Oreotragus.

Chapter 1

            Varansaur looked down at a saltrice plant growing beside him.  It was a way to avoid looking at the 20-foot cliff he was standing on, leading straight down into the deepest lake in Black Marsh.  You know, he thought to himself, I don't have to be doing this.  Right now, I could go home and have a nice cup of hot marshmerrow tea.

            "Are you going to do it or not?"

            The voice of Varansaur's best friend, Ej-Friekhas, seemed to jerk him out of his trance.

            "Remind me again why we're doing this?"

            "Because Gil-Shtek said it was cool."

            Varansaur looked at his friend with a mixture of incredulousness and sympathy.  Gil-Shtek was the unofficial authority on what was cool.  He was also, in Varansaur's opinion, the biggest pain in the ass in Black Marsh.  This was helped mainly by the fact that Gil-Shtek had kicked him in the tail at his Naming Ceremony.

            "And, since when do we listen to Gil-Shtek?"

            "Since Criona started agreeing with him."

            Varansaur's stomach clenched.  Every male Argonian in Varansaur's age group seemed to have his eye on Gil-Shtek's sister, Criona.  She was the one matter in which Varansaur and Ej-Friekhas were not allies.

            "All right," said Varansaur, reluctantly.  "You go first."

            Ej-Friekhas took a deep breath, let it out, then ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped off.  Varansaur grabbed the saltrice plant in a desperate effort to remain calm.  A minute later, Ej-Friekhas surfaced, wide-eyed but obviously uninjured.

            "Woo hoo!  I never thought I'd say this, but Gil-Shtek was right!  You've gotta try this!"

            Varansaur let go of the saltrice plant, which dropped to the ground with a wet thud, as he had pulled it out by the roots in his anxiety.  He then jumped off the cliff as Ej-Friekhas had done.

            He entered the water rather smoothly, considering how freaked-out he had been.  As soon as he had been slowed down enough by the water, he turned around and made for the surface.  But before he could get there, he felt something heavy and sharp close around his leg.  He looked behind him to see the massive claw of a dreugh clinging to his ankle.  He reached down to pry it off, but the dreugh simply reached up and wrapped its tentacles around the unsuspecting Argonian.  Then, it removed its claw from Varansaur's ankle (and good thing too, as it was starting to cut in very deep) and brought it up to Varansaur's throat, snapping it menacingly.  In desperation, Varansaur pulled back his free arm and landed a single well-aimed punch squarely between the dreugh's eyes.  Normally, this would be enough to knock someone unconscious, but most of the impact was absorbed by the scummy water.  The dreugh held its massive claw up towards the surface and brought it down on Varansaur's head…

Yes, I know it was short.  But I didn't originally write this for fanfiction.net, so…

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