Dulgron Nat'Alashan stood at the bow of his ship. He was studying an ancient artifact he had found in a tomb on a small island a few miles off the coast of the isle of Morrowind. The Wood Elf traced a delicate finger over the lines of the maw of the beast that was carved into the strange rock. His finer then trailed all the way around the figure. The detail of the creature was amazing. Such depth was unknown in other lands. The first mate, a Breton, ran up to the captain of the vessel and saluted the shorter Elf.
"Speak, Terel." Dulgron said as he tucked the artifact into a pocket.
Terel looked at his captain and said, "Captain Nat'Alashan, Morrowind is in sight! We can even see the mouth of the Odai River! Is it sill your plan to go to Balmora to sell the goods we found at that cursed little isle?"
Dulgron nodded, "Yes. Everything must be sold… Except for anything with the resemblance of the dragon. We are closing in on it… I can feel it. We may even find some clues to help us in a town on Morrowind. I plan on sending out some of our men to the other towns and cities when we land in Balmora. Any clues to Aelenon of the Sea will be of some use. And perhaps we can recruit some more crewman or some warriors. If the legends are true, then it may cost many men to get to that relic of the Aelenon's power."
Terel nodded, and was about to turn around to continue his work, when he thought of something, "What about the few pirate vessels about? Last time we made berth I heard talk that there was a sighting of a pirate ship near Seyda Neen… Argonian pirates nonetheless. I knew those ruthless lizards should have all been slain when our ancestors landed on Morrowind!"
"We shall see…" Dulgron said. The Wood Elf motioned his first mate away, and he took the artifact out of his pocket and once again examined the alluring amulet.
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Doriath sat in his house, all his shutters closed to stop any curious eyes. He had five lanterns lit, which made the small house bright. The Dunmer sat down at his table and laid the wooden dragon on the table. This was not carved into wood, like it had been in his dream; but rather, it was carved out of wood. It was just the dragon, no add-ons. The craftsmanship was amazing, and Doriath wondered how anyone could make such a thing. The eyes seemed to look around the room. Doriath leaned in to take a closer look, when there was a sudden knock on his door. He jumped up from his chair and whirled, around accidentally knocking down the dragon statue. Before he could retrieve it, his commanding officer opened the door and stepped in.
"Doriath, I just wanted to congratulate you on the fine catch of that thief. Strange though… All he had stolen was a paper that was only partially legible. All we could get out of it was, 'Se r gon.' The other letters were all smudged away. Oh, and such you did such a fine job, you get tomorrow off!"
"Thank you, sir." Doriath said and saluted. His officer smiled and left. Doriath rushed to his door and locked it. He went back and picked up the dragon. Some wood had chipped when it fell, but instead of there being a simple dent in it, a glowing blue stood out against the wood. Doriath realized there was something being held within the wood! To hide something in wood would mean the use of magic. He held a magical object in his hands!
Doriath took a knife from a drawer, and began to chip of the wood. There was indeed something beneath the wood. The glowing blue seemed to be moving… like water… Doriath was excited, but he was able to keep his excitement from making him hit the blue that lay beneath the wood.