Chapter 8: The Struggle for Morrowind
"What? What do you mean we don't have a chance?" A villager said out loud in the middle courtyard. "Listen, if we aren't prepared by today, we will all most certainly perish!" Matthew was hysterical on the seventh day. Yes, it was the day when the hordes of the Devil Dagoth Ur would send his armies to crush all who oppose. There was no more time to talk to the townsfolk. All they did was wear armor and have a sword or axe by their side. All of them did not want to build savehouses or bunkers to hide in. It was all over for Seyda Neen. The world will now know of Dagoth Ur's true power! There was no cover of whatsoever that Matthew could see. The army would be arriving any minute now, just waiting to taste manflesh. The site of watching hundreds of orcs crawling into Seyda Neen almost made Matthew cry. It was 9:00 a.m. and Matthew was starting to get anxious. Maybe the army would not come. Maybe it was a fake. "Maybe this army will never come you damn bastard!" One of the female villagers turned to Matthew and spat on his boot. Matthew had just made a fool of himself. This army of darkness will never come. Matthew decided to climb up a nearby hill facing north where the army should be and just enough, like the Nerevarine said, there was an army the size of the world about one mile south of where Matthew was standing. "Oh my God. Blessed be!" Matthew blessed himself and stared in awe as the sea of swords and orcs (5 feet high monsters) marched toward the helpless village. "Prepare to attack!" Matthew screamed at the top of his lungs to warn the village. At once the villagers stopped what they were doing and ran up the hill to see where the enemy was coming from. "How can we live after this battle?" A woman asked Matthew. "If you are lucky, you won't live at all." Matthew had no idea of the horrors that were in store for him during the battle. After five seconds of staring, a small fireball flew out of a unit of orcs to the northeast. The villagers retreated back into Seyda Neen as Matthew watched the catapult fireball launch into Seyda Neen, catching the Tradehouse, the Excise offices and half the town on fire. "No, don't do this to me!" Matthew ran down the mountain and toward the village when from the south of the village came running at least twenty orcs. "Look out!" Matthew screamed as the orcs advanced on some of the stranded villagers and the armed villagers attacked. Matthew was stuck now as he stopped and looked around and thought of Addammasartus, the bandit cave. "Wait! Run into the cave! Hurry!" At least five of the armed men and women followed Matthew into the cave as forty orcs breathed on right on their backs. Matthew closed the door behind him as the other villagers took out their swords and waited for orcs to jump in after them. "Get ready and I we will all lunge at the door. Whether there isn't any enemies there or not, just attack the door." Matthew looked at a couple that were hugging each other like it was their last time to touch each other. It probably was their last time. "You two, go far back into the cave and use all the food you have carefully. Bar that door and make sure that you never open it again until I say that it is safe. If all of Morrowind is taken over by a horde of demons, which is very likely right now, you can breed and make sure that there will be a population besides evil left on Morrowind. Do you understand?" "Yes we do." The couple looked at each other and they figured out that this nightmare was true. They went far into the cave and all Matthew heard was the iron door shutting and the fighting going on outside. There was a bang on the wooden entrance. "Get ready!" Matthew readied his sword as the door swang open and orcs poured into the small doorway. The fighters chopped and hacked and spilt blood all over themselves as an onslaught of orcs came through the door. There was at least a half an hour of fighting in the doorway and in the middle section of walkway leading into the first cave section. Soon, the bodies were piled so high that the light from the outside was closing and the door was still open. Matthew tried to move the corpses he could shut the door but it was no use. The lone warriors suffered no casualties and was extremely tired. They could not fight another battle until they had time to rest. "Well, I still hear movement outside but there are so many corpses here that I think they forgot about us!" "That's a good thing." Clarys, one of the dark elf females had blood all over her chest as she took off her armor and greaves. "Let's take off our armor and rest. But I will keep watching while you people rest. Do you think we should defend farther back into the cave?" Matthew asked. "No, let's stay right where we are. I think we are all doing fine right here." After five minutes, Matthew looked around and everyone was asleep. Even there was a sure sign that if the orcs attacked again, they would most certainly perish. He could not believe what was happening to the rest of Morrowind while this army of the Devil Dagoth Ur walked across it. But there will always be hope. "For there will be no way in my Lord's name that the earth will ever be taken by such a force. We shall make sure of that!" Matthew made sure that no one else heard his speech. But there was. "Good speech." Said the female Clarys. "You weren't awake?" Asked Matthew. "Listen, whatever happened to you a month ago, I am sorry. I was drunk, and I wanted to have sex with you. I am sorry." "That is fine. I like a strong warrior for a husband. My people would not like that, but they have grown to tolerate you." Clarys was the most beautiful of the dark elf. Her body was smooth and slender. There was no way any man could not notice her. She was the perfect warrior, and perfect for one man. Her breasts were as large as an orc, which would seem appealing to any man of Matthew's stature. "I will not forget that night, when you said to me that you would do anything to protect this village and me. You said that I was the only thing you had that was left. That was a great oath you took. But look outside. Our hometown is being destroyed by orcs. That is so amazing." Clarys seemed very depressed that her life was ruined. But she didn't care. She had Matthew to depend on. "Do not worry. We will get out of this mess alive. If not me, you will!" Then, there was a rumbling outside the wall of corpses. Matthew drew his sword. "Wake up everyone, here comes round two!" All the other warriors got on their feet, surprised by the rude awakening of orcs! There was a flood of orcs that trampled over their own dead and slashed at the defenders. Matthew took his claymore and was able to decapitate many while Clarys shot her bow from afar, then charging with her short sword. "Die maggots!" The orcs screamed as more and more poured through. Soon enough an orc knocked Matthew to the ground, causing a retreat into the first of the set of caves. "Fall back!" Clarys gave the command. Two of the villagers hacked at a group of five orcs as they flew into the cave. There was another pile of dead orcs on the ground. "Damn it! They are still coming in! Hurry, take these corpses and pile them at the entrance!" The survivors looked at each other and then decided that there was no other way to win the fight. Over an hour, the five survivors killed over one hundred orcs. The smell of death and decay was swarming over the defenders. "God, I can't take this bloody smell anymore!" One of the villagers protested so Matthew took some of the bodies and piled them near the hammock that was near the door heading north. They decided to fall back into the next cave and pile the dead next to the door that sealed the cave off from the rest. There was the wooden door there that could withstand many blows. So they fell back. There was only one cave left to defend and then it would be over. There would be no victory after this battle was won. There will be no celebration until all of Seyda Neen was cleared out. Matthew wondered where Auron was now. He thought that Dagoth Ur would have been killed by now. But since he didn't go with Auron, he had to wait for who knows how long. There was no way to tell how long they have to withstand this torture. Soon, the rumbling that which was the orcs moving around and destroying more houses, was over. "Stay here, I am going to check everything out. Make sure you don't come after me until I say so!" Matthew went through the cave and to the entrance where the dead corpses were. He looked outside. There was not a single orc in site. Matthew crawled through the hole and fell to the ground. He unsheathed his sword and looked around. Most of the houses were on fire. Matthew walked where he was in front of Arrile's Tradehouse. In the courtyard, there were impaled heads on spears and naked bodies hanging off of the ceilings of a few houses. "What a massacre." Matthew was astounded by all the carnage and horror. Matthew looked into some of the houses that were left. He walked into a clean house expect that there was a naked woman on the bed, and she was dead. Matthew looked closely at the dead body. The female had been raped. Her vagina had been stretched so that Matthew could fit a bucket in her. Her breasts had been cut open and her rectum had a broomstick shoved all the way into her. "Talk about a way to die. I like naked women but not that way." Matthew muttered softly. The whole entire broomstick was shoved into her. Matthew left that house and into another. But this was worse. Not only was there a rape, but the vagina had been stuffed with arms and legs. Matthew looked at the backside and saw that all her insides were pulled out of her rectum. Matthew then puked all over the floor. The horrors that he saw would never go away. "Nerevarine!!! Auron the Nerevarine!! Wherever you are, listen to me and kill Dagoth Ur before I kill myself!" Then Matthew left the house and crosses himself. He said a few prayers before going back into Addammasartus. He had seen enough for now. But he knew there were worse than what he just saw, in Seyda Neen.
"What? What do you mean we don't have a chance?" A villager said out loud in the middle courtyard. "Listen, if we aren't prepared by today, we will all most certainly perish!" Matthew was hysterical on the seventh day. Yes, it was the day when the hordes of the Devil Dagoth Ur would send his armies to crush all who oppose. There was no more time to talk to the townsfolk. All they did was wear armor and have a sword or axe by their side. All of them did not want to build savehouses or bunkers to hide in. It was all over for Seyda Neen. The world will now know of Dagoth Ur's true power! There was no cover of whatsoever that Matthew could see. The army would be arriving any minute now, just waiting to taste manflesh. The site of watching hundreds of orcs crawling into Seyda Neen almost made Matthew cry. It was 9:00 a.m. and Matthew was starting to get anxious. Maybe the army would not come. Maybe it was a fake. "Maybe this army will never come you damn bastard!" One of the female villagers turned to Matthew and spat on his boot. Matthew had just made a fool of himself. This army of darkness will never come. Matthew decided to climb up a nearby hill facing north where the army should be and just enough, like the Nerevarine said, there was an army the size of the world about one mile south of where Matthew was standing. "Oh my God. Blessed be!" Matthew blessed himself and stared in awe as the sea of swords and orcs (5 feet high monsters) marched toward the helpless village. "Prepare to attack!" Matthew screamed at the top of his lungs to warn the village. At once the villagers stopped what they were doing and ran up the hill to see where the enemy was coming from. "How can we live after this battle?" A woman asked Matthew. "If you are lucky, you won't live at all." Matthew had no idea of the horrors that were in store for him during the battle. After five seconds of staring, a small fireball flew out of a unit of orcs to the northeast. The villagers retreated back into Seyda Neen as Matthew watched the catapult fireball launch into Seyda Neen, catching the Tradehouse, the Excise offices and half the town on fire. "No, don't do this to me!" Matthew ran down the mountain and toward the village when from the south of the village came running at least twenty orcs. "Look out!" Matthew screamed as the orcs advanced on some of the stranded villagers and the armed villagers attacked. Matthew was stuck now as he stopped and looked around and thought of Addammasartus, the bandit cave. "Wait! Run into the cave! Hurry!" At least five of the armed men and women followed Matthew into the cave as forty orcs breathed on right on their backs. Matthew closed the door behind him as the other villagers took out their swords and waited for orcs to jump in after them. "Get ready and I we will all lunge at the door. Whether there isn't any enemies there or not, just attack the door." Matthew looked at a couple that were hugging each other like it was their last time to touch each other. It probably was their last time. "You two, go far back into the cave and use all the food you have carefully. Bar that door and make sure that you never open it again until I say that it is safe. If all of Morrowind is taken over by a horde of demons, which is very likely right now, you can breed and make sure that there will be a population besides evil left on Morrowind. Do you understand?" "Yes we do." The couple looked at each other and they figured out that this nightmare was true. They went far into the cave and all Matthew heard was the iron door shutting and the fighting going on outside. There was a bang on the wooden entrance. "Get ready!" Matthew readied his sword as the door swang open and orcs poured into the small doorway. The fighters chopped and hacked and spilt blood all over themselves as an onslaught of orcs came through the door. There was at least a half an hour of fighting in the doorway and in the middle section of walkway leading into the first cave section. Soon, the bodies were piled so high that the light from the outside was closing and the door was still open. Matthew tried to move the corpses he could shut the door but it was no use. The lone warriors suffered no casualties and was extremely tired. They could not fight another battle until they had time to rest. "Well, I still hear movement outside but there are so many corpses here that I think they forgot about us!" "That's a good thing." Clarys, one of the dark elf females had blood all over her chest as she took off her armor and greaves. "Let's take off our armor and rest. But I will keep watching while you people rest. Do you think we should defend farther back into the cave?" Matthew asked. "No, let's stay right where we are. I think we are all doing fine right here." After five minutes, Matthew looked around and everyone was asleep. Even there was a sure sign that if the orcs attacked again, they would most certainly perish. He could not believe what was happening to the rest of Morrowind while this army of the Devil Dagoth Ur walked across it. But there will always be hope. "For there will be no way in my Lord's name that the earth will ever be taken by such a force. We shall make sure of that!" Matthew made sure that no one else heard his speech. But there was. "Good speech." Said the female Clarys. "You weren't awake?" Asked Matthew. "Listen, whatever happened to you a month ago, I am sorry. I was drunk, and I wanted to have sex with you. I am sorry." "That is fine. I like a strong warrior for a husband. My people would not like that, but they have grown to tolerate you." Clarys was the most beautiful of the dark elf. Her body was smooth and slender. There was no way any man could not notice her. She was the perfect warrior, and perfect for one man. Her breasts were as large as an orc, which would seem appealing to any man of Matthew's stature. "I will not forget that night, when you said to me that you would do anything to protect this village and me. You said that I was the only thing you had that was left. That was a great oath you took. But look outside. Our hometown is being destroyed by orcs. That is so amazing." Clarys seemed very depressed that her life was ruined. But she didn't care. She had Matthew to depend on. "Do not worry. We will get out of this mess alive. If not me, you will!" Then, there was a rumbling outside the wall of corpses. Matthew drew his sword. "Wake up everyone, here comes round two!" All the other warriors got on their feet, surprised by the rude awakening of orcs! There was a flood of orcs that trampled over their own dead and slashed at the defenders. Matthew took his claymore and was able to decapitate many while Clarys shot her bow from afar, then charging with her short sword. "Die maggots!" The orcs screamed as more and more poured through. Soon enough an orc knocked Matthew to the ground, causing a retreat into the first of the set of caves. "Fall back!" Clarys gave the command. Two of the villagers hacked at a group of five orcs as they flew into the cave. There was another pile of dead orcs on the ground. "Damn it! They are still coming in! Hurry, take these corpses and pile them at the entrance!" The survivors looked at each other and then decided that there was no other way to win the fight. Over an hour, the five survivors killed over one hundred orcs. The smell of death and decay was swarming over the defenders. "God, I can't take this bloody smell anymore!" One of the villagers protested so Matthew took some of the bodies and piled them near the hammock that was near the door heading north. They decided to fall back into the next cave and pile the dead next to the door that sealed the cave off from the rest. There was the wooden door there that could withstand many blows. So they fell back. There was only one cave left to defend and then it would be over. There would be no victory after this battle was won. There will be no celebration until all of Seyda Neen was cleared out. Matthew wondered where Auron was now. He thought that Dagoth Ur would have been killed by now. But since he didn't go with Auron, he had to wait for who knows how long. There was no way to tell how long they have to withstand this torture. Soon, the rumbling that which was the orcs moving around and destroying more houses, was over. "Stay here, I am going to check everything out. Make sure you don't come after me until I say so!" Matthew went through the cave and to the entrance where the dead corpses were. He looked outside. There was not a single orc in site. Matthew crawled through the hole and fell to the ground. He unsheathed his sword and looked around. Most of the houses were on fire. Matthew walked where he was in front of Arrile's Tradehouse. In the courtyard, there were impaled heads on spears and naked bodies hanging off of the ceilings of a few houses. "What a massacre." Matthew was astounded by all the carnage and horror. Matthew looked into some of the houses that were left. He walked into a clean house expect that there was a naked woman on the bed, and she was dead. Matthew looked closely at the dead body. The female had been raped. Her vagina had been stretched so that Matthew could fit a bucket in her. Her breasts had been cut open and her rectum had a broomstick shoved all the way into her. "Talk about a way to die. I like naked women but not that way." Matthew muttered softly. The whole entire broomstick was shoved into her. Matthew left that house and into another. But this was worse. Not only was there a rape, but the vagina had been stuffed with arms and legs. Matthew looked at the backside and saw that all her insides were pulled out of her rectum. Matthew then puked all over the floor. The horrors that he saw would never go away. "Nerevarine!!! Auron the Nerevarine!! Wherever you are, listen to me and kill Dagoth Ur before I kill myself!" Then Matthew left the house and crosses himself. He said a few prayers before going back into Addammasartus. He had seen enough for now. But he knew there were worse than what he just saw, in Seyda Neen.