Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind Fanfiction
Chapter 1
"Com Nerevar," Dagoth-Chan bekond to me, the 23 year old Breton Mage.
"Frend or trateor, come and 'Pollish' my longsord."
I walked tentatively forward, unble to fel my legs after the beeting I had reseeved from Jarl Balgruff. From my pack I produced a can of Altmer Brasso and an old rag and polllished his sord for him.
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