My second story. This is basically the life and times of one of my characters from Morrowind, done in journal format, but a little more detailed. If anyone knows, what is the year when you start out?

Chapter One

1st day, Last Seed, the year , Third Era.

Urgh. I am never setting foot on a ship again. I had never been seasick before, but that storm last night. I just know that I was groaning and moaning, though all I remember is what must have been a hallucination brought on by the rotten food they feed prisoners on this ship. My cell mate is a Dark Elf, a Dunmer, named Jiub. He seemed to be a friendly type, as I found him leaning over me concernedly. He even asked my name when I got up. As though he really cared. I told him anyway. Nuva. Not the fanciest of names, but it was the only one I have. Yeah, no surname. I never knew who my parents were, which is probably why I ended up on this prison ship in the first place.

Anyway, it was shortly after that that we docked in Seyda Neen, a little grungy port on the island of Vvardenfell, Morrowind province, Empire of Tamriel, etc. etc. The guards came and got me. I hope Jiub gets set free as well. He doesn't seem like a bad sort.

As soon as I stepped off the ship I was ushered into a building beside the docks. I was glad to finally be free of the ship's cell. It smelled like Guar dung. Waiting for me in the room I entered were a guard captain and a snivelly old man. I didn't bother to catch his name. Hopefully I would never have to speak with him again, the twitchy beurocrat. When I finally started paying attention, I noticed that his voice was a reedy falsetto.

"Ah yes, we have been expecting you. But before you go, you need to answer some questions. What is your profession?" Gods, but I hate his voice.

"Battlemage," I answered. I wasn't really, but I did have some proficiency with magic, being a Breton, and I figured that the heavier the armor and weapons, the safer I would be. I could learn quickly enough. From what I heard, you couldn't take a piss in Vvardenfell without being attacked.

"Good, good. And what sign were you born under?" Signs. One would think that a civilization as advanced as the Imperials wouldn't believe in such a silly thing as astrology. Sure, I had a bit more magickal stamina than some people, but that was probably just from my race, not the stars. I told him anyways.

"the Apprentice."

"Very well. Look your papers over and remember to give them to Sellus Gravius before you go." I grabbed the scroll he set on the table and left the room. The next room I came to had a table and some shelves in it, covered with silverware and other things. All of them looked pretty valuable, so I started grabbing.

Sure, it was illegal, but these people had put me through the plains of Oblivion, and I figured it was the least they could do to provide me with some funds. I noticed a lockpick on the table, and saw a small chest on the bottom shelf of the cabinet. I picked up the lockpick and tried the lock. It wasn't that advanced, only one tumbler, and I was able to get it open. To my luck, it was filled with gold Septims! About thirty or so.

I left the building, and found myself in a small courtyard. I rifled through a barrel I saw there, and found a small magickal ring. Not too rare, or powerful, but a ring of healing, which would certainly be useful. I went in the only other door available to me, and came face to face with the captain of the guard, Sellus Gravius. I gave him my papers, and left. I was a bit disappointed. I had been expecting tighter security before being set free. I was, or had been, a convict, after all. Oh well.

There wasn't much in this trash heap of a town. A few houses, some mud huts, and only one General Store. I went into the store, hoping that I could get at least a few gold from the silverware I had pilfered. I got a better price than I had hoped. Browsing through the shopkeeper's selection, I chose an iron cuirass, helmet and boots, a pair of iron gauntlets, and splurged a little on a steel pauldron. With what I had left, I bought mysef a basic war axe, and a shield that was little more than a round sheet of iron forged into a dome shape. Thanking the shopkeep for his generosity, I paid and left. It would be a long night in the open, but at least it was dry.