Loredas, 12th HearthFire 3E 419
He awoke in his assigned bunk from a loud bell ringing heard from above deck. Slowly sitting up, sore, he noticed that the wounds have turned into scars. He got out of bed and tried to put on his robe but now is missing.
"Here's a shirt for you." Said a sailor giving him a glare.
Lantrius took the shirt and thought to himself, what was that look just then? He went above deck and felt the cool air brush against his face found the sun rising above the horizon. A low, yet light, fog hovered above the water. Lantrius relaxed a little bit, feeling some peace since a while ago.
The captain spotted Lantrius and decided to confront him about the robes and diary one of his crew members gave him. He hopes that death isn't waiting for him from just a few feet away.
"You're not really a healer. Am I right?" he calmly asked
Lantrius' heart stopped for a moment and his hand twitched slightly but not noticeable
"We washed those robes of yours," he said slowly, "and it turns out they are a necromancer's robes. Also, I have this." He pulled out and waved a small and familiar book, "One of my men gave this too me, right after he saw you go below deck."
Lantrius' jaw clenched and asked, "Did you read it?"
"I sure did. Is your name Lantrius?"
"Yes sir, I am." Control it! Lantrius inhaled deeply.
The captain noticed him tense up. "Look. If I didn't have this journal or diary, this conversation would have taken a different turn."
"So," Lantrius then slightly loosened up "you're completely fine with it?"
"Yes, although I don't know how those wounds winded up on you and I don't want to know. I think you've been through quite a bit. Also, in case you were wondering, we treated your injuries after you collapsed and you were unconscious with a fever for five days."
"Well that's very generous of you and I appreciated it."
"Your welcome." He turned and viewed the nearing land mass. "Have you ever been to Morrowind before, kid?"
"No, well some stuff not a whole lot though. Is there something I should?"
"Right now we're arriving on the inner island called Vvardenfell. It's a beautiful place until you start nearing Red Mountain. There is a slave trade going on around here too. Some of it is controlled by a couple of the Great Houses."
"Great Houses?"
"There are five Great Houses. Hlaalu, Indoril, Redoran, Dres, and Telvanni. They control various areas of Morrowind. The small port-town, Khuul, is controlled by Redoran."
"Is that this port?"
"Yup." He said as the boat finished docking.
Lantrius went below to grab his bow and sword. Before leaving the boat the captain caught his attention once more.
"Hey don't forget these." He handed him the diary and black robe. "Be careful and stay on the roads. Seriously. Stay on the roads."
Lantrius nodded his head and walked through the town. He spotted a giant bug-like creature with extremely long legs. Its majestic howls and grumbles echoing off into the distance. It seemed to stand next to what appeared as a platform. Lantrius walked up to the top of the platform and saw a man idly standing.
Curiously asking the man, "Excuse me sir. What is that?"
"A foreigner huh? It's called a Silt Strider. They're the quickest way for civilians to move through the lush and dangerous, yet soft, ground this land offers while not using the roads. Well, something like that. Do you know where you want to go?"
"Not really. Where exactly can I go?"
"Ald'ruhn, Gnisis, and Maar Gan."
"Ald'ruhn, I suppose."
"Alright then."
Lantrius boarded the giant bug-like creature and sat inside its hollowed out shell. The Caravaner pushed on a small organic-like lever near the front and the Silt Strider moved forward as if he were steering it. Three hours passed by and they finally reached the city. After paying the Caravaner what he had left he looked around for any work the town had available.