Chapter 3

The Journey Begins

"Lord Magustrom, we have left Summerset territory." Said Habisara.

"Okay." Said Magustrom.

"Why do you say so little? We can be trusted with any secret." Said Shradreia.

"Well…um…I don't have to tell you." Said Magustrom.

"What be your secret lad?" Asked Haggarath.

"I…er…a…my Mother and Father, cousins to by Master died in High Rock." Lied Magustrom.

"Okay sir. I apologize for bringing the topic up." Said Shradreia, although she knew either that wasn't true, or what was bothering him.

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In Chamber of the Grand Council, the Lord of the Dead spoke to the High Ogre Mage.

"How are your agents doing?" Asked the Lord of the Dead.

"My commander is has sent three assassins to dispose of all who could pose a threat. The first one he killed for he was not going to pay him. The second was killed attempting to kill assassinate the escaped Altmer. The third now waits in the Nirn province called High Rock for the Altmer. He plans to kill the Altmer before he reaches High Rock, but he will be able to kill him should he make it." Said the High Ogre Mage

"Good. Have the Goblin you put in command report to Draonor when he returns to Morrowind."

"Yes, Lord of the Dead."

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Draonor saw the Sphere of Oblivion. It was an amazing sight. Inside was the name of every living Daedra. When he looked at the various statues in the Temple, he saw the names of the Daedra Princes and Princesses. They were lists of Dead Daedra. Draonor threw the Demon Slayer at the Sphere, and the Temple started to collapse. The ceiling fell, crushing the columns. Draonor ran out of the collapsing temple, completing his Master's, the True One's, wishes.

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"The Altmer Nobles have died. The Telvanni, Indoril, and Dres shall be next. Hllalu and Redoran will go next. It is not unlikely that Valenwoods nobles will die next, and although not a type of elf, the Bretons will fall next. The Tribunal has fallen, and the Daedra have failed. Aedra have become useless over time. The other Gods powers are waning. I will be all that is left, and in time, I will fade too. You must come to me, and rescue my knowledge. It is only a short period until I am gone. I will tell you everything I know when you arrive. I cannot give you my location, for the enemy will want to find me. Now awaken, Altmer. Go complete your task in High Rock, for you must find where I am. A final note: until after you've completed your task in High Rock, do not tell them anything, but after that tell them, for they will help and can be trusted. If they say there time is up, pay them to stay. You will need them."

Magustrom awoke from sleep in his late masters former quarters. He had the strangest dream he had ever experienced. What appeared to be a God had come to him, telling him that he must go to him. The strangest part was something about the Tribunal Temple of Morrowind falling and the Daedra failing.

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Draonor had made it back to Morrowind, and when he arrived at the Palace of Vivec, he contacted the Lord of the Dead.

"My Lord, your request is complete."

"Very good, Draonor. You have almost earned your pay." Said the Lord of the Dead.

"What is my next order?" Said Draonor.

"You haven't realized. You must comfort the people of Morrowind, tell them that you were only able to kill the Nerevaraine by luck and surprise. Take them under your wing, give them comfort and advice. Contact me when all of the citizens have total trust of you or are dead." Said the Lord of the Dead."

"Yes My Lord. May I ask one more thing."

"Speak, Necromancer."

"When do I get my prize?"

"You will be given your reward when a war with the Empire has begun."

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"Magustrom." Said Shradreia.

"Yes." Said Magustrom.

"Come here." She said, telling him to come to the side of the ship.

"What is it that you really go to High Rock for?"

"I can't tell you, Shradreia. I will tell you that it is a much greater purpose then I told you."

"So, how did you end up in the service to a powerful Noble of House Fire?"

"What happened was my mother died in labor. My father became addicted to Mazte with her death, and abandoned me. Lord Elderflame took me in, and taught me magic. I was only an Apprentice, I don't know why he told me everything, rather than one of the House Master."

"Pardon." Said Shradreia.

"Oh, sorry. A House Apprentice is the equivalent to a Telvanni Oathman, and a Master is equal to a Telvanni Master. It's somewhat similar. One day, I'll go more in depth."

"I wasn't talking about the ranks, I was talking about why he told be everything."

"I'm an idiot."

"I'm starting to think so."

"Very funny."

"I thought so."

"Have you ever worked with Habisara and Haggarath before?" Asked Magustrom.

"Yes, actually. We all are from the Elderflame province, and although the politicians don't know about it, the guilds are rather unified, so your money is going to one mass guild rather than three smaller guilds. This way, we get to more so choose our partners when going on group missions. So, we've actually worked together a lot."

"How did you meet them?"

"When I was 14, my mother and father disappeared. We had just moved to the Summerset Isles, and my mother owned a bookstore called Just Written. It got every book-opening day, and was very prosperous. My father owned an apothecary, called Divine Alchemy. We were rich, but than came the Dark Day."

"The Dark Day?"

"My Parents were killed by Vampires."

"Really?"

"Yes. Nut they were…I don't know how to say it, but I guess different. They did things no Vampire in the Empire has done. I even pushed one into sunlight, and it didn't get hurt."

"What! Vampires are creatures of the Night. Without be harmed by sunlight, Vampires have no particular weaknesses."

"I know, it still haunts me to the day. My goal in life is to kill the Vampires who killed by parents."

"What did you do after that?"

"I went to the Mages Guild, thinking they might know what to do."

"What did they do?"

"They said they would protect me, so long as I joined. I did, because I had nowhere to go, and because I was probably going to join anyway."

"Okay." Said Magustrom as he saw a huge storm approaching.

"What's that." Said a nervous Shradreia.

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"Commander." Said the Dunmer Spellsword looking into the Hand Mirror.

"I have contacted you with orders. I think you have been able you to figure them out, but just in case, kill the Altmer and all of his companions." Said the Goblin Commander, looking in his mirror.

"I just have two questions. What are you?"

"I am a variation of the Orc known as a Goblin. I have come from the hidden regions of the Dragonspire Mountains."

"Interesting enough. The second is what happened to my Sister. Her telekinetic abilities have not answered to mine "

"I'm afraid the Altmer and his companions killed her."

"WHAT! I WILL KILL THEM!"

"Calm down, calm down. She will be avenged once they are dead and their corpses are in my hands."

"What! I was going to sink their ship!"

"Do you know a water breathing spell?"

"Good point!"

"Bring me the corpses."

"Very well. And my next pay will be delivered?"

"In a week. Succeed or else."

"Yes, Goblin Commander." The Image in the mirror disappeared and a new one appeared, of Draonor Uras.

"Lord Uras."

"Commander."

"Two of my assassins have failed. The third, however is close to succeeding."

"Good. If your assassins succeed, maybe the Ogre Mages will give you your honor back, and maybe you shall serve under the undead armies next greatest General."

"Don't be so proud of yourself, Lord Uras. Although I do not know the Lord of the Dead, I know people who do. They say he goes back on many deals, and may go back on his deal with you, Necromancer."

"Do not speak to your superiors like that. Remember, it is I who killed the Nerevaraine and the Daedra."

"Sadly, the Nerevaraine Prophecy was only applicable to Daggoth Ur. Your killing of the Nerevaraine does not increase your credibility."

"What of the Daedra?"

"Anyone can do it with a Demon Slayer."

"Watch your tongue. I am officially your superior, and you will treat me like that."

"Very well. If my assassin fails, what should I do?"

"First report to me, then finish them yourself."

"Yes, Lord Uras. But how am I supposed to kill them?"

"Use your imagination incompetent fool!"

"Yes, Lord Uras."

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At the Palace of Vivec, Lord Uras spoke to the people of Morrowind.

"People of Morrowind! The Tribunal has been slain by great treachery! The Daedra were killed by the same foe! Our Nereveraine has betrayed us, killing our Gods and leaders! Do not fear him, for I was lucky enough to catch him at his weakest moment! I shall not let this happen again! I will protect you, shelter you, and feed you! Is they're any with problems! If so come to the Palace of Vivec, and I will do what I can to fix it!" Said Uras as he left the top of the Palace into the chamber. As he did this, the people shouted "Uras! Uras! Uras! Uras!"

Lord Uras took out him mirror and the image of the Lord of the Dead appeared "Master, I have sheltered the people. What is my next command?"

"Simple. Declare War on the Empire." Said the Lord of the Dead.

"Yes, my lord, but how would I win? We are dreadfully out numbered."

"Your mission is not to win. It is to bleed both sides."

"Yes my Lord."

The image disappeared and Lord Uras came outside and said to 'his' people "People of Morrowind! With this new treachery against our Tribunal and the Daedra, and our leaders dead, we will declare war on the Empire and earn our rights: FREEDOM!" His speech was responded by nothing but cheering. "We may seem without hope without our Gods, but we shall drive the Empire out of Morrowind, or die trying!" The Cheers continued and got louder. "The Great Houses will take their sides, and the ones that are against us shall be driven out as well!" The cheering continued. "Tomorrow, our campaign begins. I will lead the siege at our first attack location: Ebonheart! And so no Imperials can escape, Vivec is being locked down!" The people cheered louder than all of the previous ones as Draonor Uras went inside the Palace of Vivec.

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In Vivec that day, it was declared that House Hlaalu supported the Empire, but Redoran, Telvanni, Indoril, and Dres supported Morrowind. House Hllalu Nobles immediately left the city, and moved to Balmora and other Hllalu settlements.

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On the ship, a storm approached, a storm that was likely so devastating, the ship would sink very quickly. There was lots of lightning, and apparently, the storm was so cold it was not raining, but hailing.

"Everyone below deck!" Said the Nord Captain of the Elderflame. "Well, except the crew." Magustrom, Shradreia, Habisara, and Haggarath ran into the ships cabin. The waves were raising the ship, and everything was falling over.

"We be unfortunate to encounter such a storm." Said Haggarath.

"Yes." Said the others in unison.

Suddenly, the ship was pushed to the right, and it appeared as it had been totally turned over. "I'll go check on the captain and crew." Said Haggarath, as he left the ships cabin.

In about a minuet, when Haggarath came back, he said, "The captain and crew have all fallen overboard!"

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"Two weeks, four days." Said the Lord of the Dead.

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That's chapter 3, Please R&R and point out anything that totally contradicts Elder Scrolls Lore, so I can try to change it. If you have any questions, I'll answer them ASAP. By the way, I like long reviews; they're usually more useful! And as I thank anyone who submits their reviews, no matter how terrible they can get (not that all of them are bad).

And I would like to personally thank Saith Rayse for the review asking so much! That's very helpful, and pessimistic is good! And Draonor will probably be able to explain why some of the Councilors made their votes. You never seemed like a jerk, but rather a good critic.