Morrowind
And the Fire of Shee
Port
IAn Elder Scrolls novel
Zaldor breathed the cold night air through his numb nostrils. It was a cold night in Morrowind one of those were there where no sound floating in the air and nothing seemed to move except for the steam from ones mouth. Zaldor had been in Morrowind for six years now and neither cloud, rain, nor shine gave him any hope, the world was hopeless, lost, dead. There was only one way to save it and if it was truly possible it would not be easy. Too, many would die to insure the quest would succeed and in the end they all would die anyway. But how many more would die if they did not succeed? Yes it was necessary though painful. But in the end it had to be done. Zaldor strapped his claymore more tightly to his back and started of into the darkness. He would need companions.