The trouble in Cirodiil was over, but the guild was in ruins. He knew he wasn't going to be welcome in Morrowind; he "betrayed" his family long ago by leaving in the first place. But after the Mehrunes Dagon incident, there was really no other choice.
Modryn Oryn sighed and took a sip of wine straight from the bottle and looked at the map before him. Hammerfell and High Rock were absolutely out of the question. He didn't get along well with Orcs and the Bretons were too stuck up for him. Same with the High Elves in Summerset Isle. The Wood Elves were too hyperactive, and after the Maglir incident, he wanted to leave them and their homeland of Valenwood far behind. He had a bit of a problem with Kajiit and Argonians (many in the group called him racist against them, but he would always deny it), so that took out the options of Black Marsh and Elseweyr.
That left just one thing. Skyrim. He got along great with Nords. They were tough fighters, just like him. Sure, it was cold as, well, not hell, but he could adjust. There were divisions of the Fighter's Guild there. He could join up, maybe even regain his own post eventually.
Life would be just about perfect in Skyrim.