Hello everyone! This is my first ACTUAL fan fic. I would appreciate it if you reviewed! I expect this to be a LONG one. At least more than 20 chapter. Hopefully around 40 to 50. And im going to start it off with 2 prologues. The first one how his culture grew, and the second how he gets to morrowind. And I don't know how im exactly going to end it, so leave a review letting me know how I could. I want to make this a good story so also tell me about my grammar problems. Thank you!

Disclaimer: if I owned morrowind the godfather would kill me.

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The Morrowind Mafia

Prologue 1

During the first era of the empire, unknowingly to them, a tribe of dark elves left morrowind, and after a long journey they finally reached Cyrodiil, the capital province. They traveled undetected across the province, to a town known as Anvil. They never knew the name of the city, nor did they care. They settled on a peninsula south east of Anvil. They lay there in peace for centuries to come. Currently, in the third era, the tribe has taken upon a new name, now known as the Ukanii tribe. They are growing darker because of all the sun they have. They no longer resemble their past Chimer ancestors, nor their dark elf brethren but a lighter brown skin tone. They abandoned their original heritage of the wise women governs their society, and replaced it with a male war lord that commands them. They still retain a female advisor council, but they have little power compared to the war lord. The new war lord is Kakashnei. He has a son who he trains to take his place when he dies. His sons name is Kokuronei, and this is the hero of our story. The Ukanii tribe is known as a deadly, violent tribe. Considered to have stuck a deal with deadra gods, they are feared by all you have heard of them. Remarkably close to the dark brother hood, they take out assassinations in their local area for a fee. Few come to request them, because most people are killed upon entering their vicinity. Few are allowed in. Only those accompanied by skilled warriors can enter. And the Ukanii's definition of skilled warrior is one who is able to defeat one of their own in battle. Once Altmer under orders from the Imperial City came to introduce education to them, and introduce magic, which they feel is the superior form of combat. The Ukanii despise magic, feeling it is for heathens and cowards. On the second night they stayed, the Ukanii killed all of them except one to report to the world of how they feel. The most disturbing part of that story, is they used no magic, and fully recovered within 2 day of the attack from the magic they had cast on them. And the effects were very small size compared to normal opponents. Now, back to the son Kokuronei. He was 10 years old when the Altmer came. He saw them as ugly, despicable creatures. But even though he did not like them himself, he was enticed by their teachings. Even though his tribe disapproved of it, he wanted more. Secretly he snuck out of his yurt and went to the waters edge where he practiced magic. He only managed to learn beginner magic. And the altmer t aught restoration before the incident. So this was all the knowledge he had. But he practiced and practiced until he mastered the spell. He craved for more and planed to travel to the nearest city and learn under a sorcerer until he knew all he wanted to know. 6 years later, he was finally ready to take this plan into action. The night before he left, an imperial platoon of their finest knights and battlemages. They entered the camp and killed everyone who stood against them. This attack was in retaliation against an assassination they committed against the high court. Someone wanted him dead, and paid highly for it. And as always expected, it was done. The attack was the very next day and if they didn't surrender, then they were killed. Everyone was ordered to get a weapon at the camp and defend their family. Kokuronei took his families blade and helped arm is father. When his father finished, he helped him suit up and ready himself for battle. They charged out and defended the horses. Killing every knight that came their way. The head battlemage received orders to eliminate the war lord, so he departed down the hill towards the horse stables where a large battle was commencing. Blood soaked the ground and covered every bit of buildings there was. There, he spotted the war lord and his son. While they were distracted fighting Galius, a Sargent of the imperial legion, he cast a spell that hissed dark red in the black night, flying straight at the war lord. The spell struck him in the right shoulder blade, and he screamed in agony. This was his last breath, as he fell to the ground, all life in him vanished. Outraged, the son stabbed Galius in the stomach, piercing his imperial armor, and then he twisted the blade to ensure his foe stayed down and died. He then redirected his attention to Bonike, the battlemage that killed Kokuronei's father. He charged him, and Bonike was fazed, but only for a second. He then cast a paralyze spell at him, and he stopped in his tracks, and fell down the hill to the edge of the stables once again. Bonike walked down towards him, and still saw the fire in his eyes. Such hatred, it scared him. Bonike called over two grunts and told them to take him to their base camp.

"Sir, surly you cant be serious! He killed over 30 of our troops! Our orders were to take no prisoners if they attack us. He was one of the most powerful warriors here."

"No, he is just a boy, that is a lie. Take him to camp and when we return to the imperial city, I want to talk with him." Bonike never got that chance. While they were distracted, Kokuronei was casting a spell that relinquished the paralysis. When the spell was finished, he jumped to his feet and cut his throat. About to stab the eyes of one of the grunts, another grunt walking over jumped on top of him, and pinned him while they tied him up. The prison guard who was going to take prisoners, attached a brace that drains the strength of their foes, so they are to tired to fight. Even with this brace, the still had to keep him tied up with an escort of 5 guards. He was the only survivor. The court at the imperial city decided to send him to morrowind, for there was troubled times there, and they decided he could work for them and settle the wars there. That was the biggest mistake they ever made.

OK! Im done! So, what do you think? Sorry the names are a little similar. I can barley remember how to spell them too! I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, and I want to make each chapter at least 1,000 words long so yeah! the next chapter will be more focused on the character, and will actually be in morrowind. R&r plz!

P.S. I also want at least 1 review before I start the next one.