Morndas, 28th of Rain's Hand, 3E 424

Lantrius woke up and found Mila, his adopted daughter, sleeping peacefully next to him. He carefully got out of the bed without waking up her up, put on his expensive attire, and went down stairs for breakfast. Upon eating, a letter was brought to him.

"Who's it from?" asked Rona taking a seat next to him.

"Apparently it's from Cornelius." he opened it and read aloud.

"Dear Lantrius and Rona,

I finally made it into the Mages Guild and safely returned to the Homeland. I hope you two are safe as well. Did you make it to House Father yet? And Rona, being in Morrowind as long as you have, I'm sure some amazing things should have happened! Anyway, send a letter back! I hope to know how things are going over there.

Sincerely,

Cornelius K."

Jullecia walked in, "Whose Cornelius K.?"

"An old friend of ours." He replied. "How should we write this?" he asked his sister

"How about half and half?" Rona suggested

"Okay, then you can go first." He held the paper up to her.

"Sure thing." She snatched it and walked to her room. She wrote about various things such as the Cliff Racer fight and joining House Hlaalu. She later passed the letter to her brother and he wrote about his marriage, and two new kids entering the family.

After finishing the letter, he discreetly grabbed his servants and continued working on the lair. Today was the last day for completion. After the project had finished he went straight to work. I need to touch upon what I remember. He thought to himself. The first thing he did was the first thing he had learned. He put a black soul gem into a pot sitting over a fire and pulled it out. He waited until it was just cool enough for him to hold it. With all of his might, he broke the gem and the eerie cloud and grey liquid essence poured from it onto the fresh body that was recently dug back up.

Just like before, from so many years ago, the cloud's whispers quietly echoed and the liquid sizzled into the corpse without leaving a mark. The body jerked twice and slowly got up from the table it laid on, waiting for orders from its new master.

"Patrol the parameter unless told otherwise." Lantrius commanded and the reanimated zombie trudges along the entire parameter of the lair. This is good. What's next? More zombies, experiment with conjuration and undead, soul gem research? There's so much to do. I'll just get back to the family and think it over later. And so he did.

Fredas, 21st of second seed, 3E 426

"Dad, what are you doing?" Mila asked.

"I'm packing for a small trip to a small town. Minor business is all." He replied.

"Such as?" Rona poked her head through the door.

Lantrius sighed, "There's a ship Captain I want to talk to. Like I said, 'small business'."

His sister shrugged and walked off while Mila sat and watched her father pack his things.

He left early the next morning for Khuul.

Loredas, 22nd of second seed, 3E 426

Lantrius had taken a few silt striders to reach Khuul. Sadly, this is just how I remember it. He thought to himself while walking around the fishing town. He spotted an older yet familiar face of the nord he'd met from almost seven years ago.

He grabbed the man's attention. "Hey, it's you!" he said with a friendly voice. They caught up with stories of adventure and such.

"Listen," Lan's tone of voice went from cheery to serious "if any other trouble comes around can I count on you to take me and my family too Cyrodiil?"

"Well, I can't take you directly to Cyrodiil although I can transport you all to the boarder of Skyrim and Cyrodiil. You're still going to have to pay a fee though."

"That shouldn't be a problem. It was nice seeing you again and keep an eye out for me, will you?" He held out his hand

Taking his hand, the old captain shook and said, "Of course I will."

They both parted ways and Lantrius made his way back home.

Sundas, 23rd of second seed 3E 426

Night had fallen and the final mile-long walk back to his stronghold was left. At first he smelt smoke and then an orange like glow shone over the horizon.

"No!" he shouted as his walk became an instant sprint. He came upon two attackers, who were searching dead slaves, at the entrance and instantly downed them. Right inside, he killed three more. Dodging falling and flaming debris, he entered the used to be kitchen to find his sister fatally wounded on the floor. Next to her were five other fallen assailants and a few of his servants lie dead. He picked Rona up and navigated his way up to a room to find his daughters and ashlander slave, Fervyne. They finally managed to exit the Stronghold before it collapsed. Rona survived her wounds from a spare healing potion Lantrius had brought with him, the two children and slave made it out, and Jullecia was nowhere to be found.

Dawn had arisen and the burning building had died. Everyone salvaged as much as they could.

"What now?" Rona asked sadly.

Lantrius was sitting on the ground against a nearby rock and rested his hand on his forehead.

"Well…" he said shakily "we can't stay in Morrowind any longer."

"Where will we go?"

"To Cyrodiil. I have a friend who can take us to Skyrim. Once there, we can make the rest of our trip on foot."

Everyone left for the fishing town, Khuul.

Morndas, 31st of second seed 3E 426

They had finally reached Cyrodiil and resided within the Trovicci sibling's home city, Chorrol. They stayed in their old house to which is still owned by their mother, Adriana.

"By the gods, it's my beloved children!" she exclaimed as they walked through the door hugging them both.

"It's good to be back at home again, mama." Lantrius kissed her forehead. "Meet your grand kids." He encouraged Clara and Mila forward. They slowly moved forward to greet her.

"Hello." They both said in unison.

"Nice to meet you! I know. How about I make you all some sweet-rolls, yes?"

The kids nodded their heads eagerly and everyone else took a seat in the living room.

"So, who's your friend?" Adriana asked obviously referring to Lantrius' slave/servant.

"She is the last… servant from our household, Fervyne Elaas."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Trovicci." Fervyne, who still stood, bowed.

"No need to be so modest, dear." She smiled "Please, call me Adri. Would you like to help me?"

"Of course Madam." And they walked into the kitchen.

As it turned out, Adriana changes the theme of her house of different racial styles to be more "cultural" and these next few months is within the Khajiit style of living. Lantrius sat on a quite comfortable sofa, next to him sat Clara who leaned against him and he gently scratched her head. He then slowly drifted into sleep.

He was fighting a massive troll and human bodies littered the area. Eventually he was struck down then found himself standing wearily at the edge of a cliff. Down below him was an abyss into darkness and he fell over the edge. As he spiraled downwards, the cliff had faded away whilst the face of Mehrunes Dagon was laughing at him until he landed on a spike. He was then dumped into a large pool of lava held within the Deadlands. He screamed as his body burned and melted.

He had awoken on the sofa slightly hyperventilating. He was alone in the dark and moon rays shone through the windows.