Eight Years Ago,
Across the span of Morrowind, over the mountain and plains and rivers their stood a Mansion. Equipped with a huge estate the mansion included a large mine called Riverush Mine. In the mine the slaves worked day and night.
The slaves were made up of all different races except Dunmer. The slaves mostly were Khajiti and Argonian plucked out of their homes in Black Marsh and Elsweyr. The mine was also home to two Orcs that were captured in the province of High Rock near the border.
The slaves were kept under lock and key day and night. The cave was a cloak to hide the world from their existence. This protected the owner of the slaves from curious legion troops. The mansion itself was huge and towered over the grassy plains and mine that stood in front of it. Inside this mansion was one of the most cruel unforgiving men that ever lived, Lord Kingridge.
Lord Kingridge was thirty five years old and lived in the Kingridge estate with his wife Adreana and his son Baron. The estate had been passed down in the Kingridge family for centuries. It was first built and established by The current lords great great grandfather. This particular lord was very eager to pass the estate to his son. Baron Kingridge who was fourteen at the time was learning the tricks of the trade from his father. He was taught how to break a slave's will and make them weak, ruling them with a firm hand.
Baron Kingridge sat at the large dinner table at the residence of his mother and father. His mother would sit at one end of the long oak table and his father way down on the other end. Baron always sat next to his mother, his father made him tense not excluding the fact that he had to stay arms distance away from his father, he never said a word unless he was spoken to. "Son," Kingridge said "after dinner I am going to take you to the mines to teach you."
"Yes, Father." Baron said timidly.
"What did you say, Boy!"
"I said yes, of course sir." Baron adjusted himself in the wooden seat. He hated his father. His father was harsh and mean and beat Baron on a regular basis.
Sometimes at night Baron would sneak out and talk to the slaves in the mine, they liked him. He especially liked the two orc brothers that would joke and kid with Baron. Sometimes the Orcs would play games with Baron at night and tell him great stories about their adventures. They told him all about Cyrodil, with it's goblin caves and the great mountains and the beautiful gold coast.
Baron decided that when he grew up he was going to Cyrodil to watch the sun set from the coast. Baron had also befriended a young wood elf that had been taken from the Valenwood province during one of his fathers slave runs. She was beautiful but illiterate. Baron decided that when he escaped the mansion he would run away with her and the two would travel to Cyrodil and set up a farm house right on the gold coast facing the sunset. He would teach her to speak read and write and the two would live happily ever after.
The boy snapped back into reality when he heard a loud rap on the table from his father who was talking to his mother about the beating he gave a slave last night. Lord Kingridge didn't know it but Baron was imagining himself tearing his fathers limbs off slowly.
After dinner Baron and his father walked to the cave. "Keep up Boy!" His father yelled at him as he grabbed Baron by the neck and threw him in front. The two entered the cave and walked down the narrow passageway passing by various cells as they went. The prisoners were working on the mine and their cell were silent, they soon reached the mining room.
It was large and tall. A gigantic pit was in the middle of the room and torches lit the gigantic space. The Orc brothers had to do more work than all the others. Baron remembered his father telling him about slaving strategies a week ago. "They are big and strong so they must carry the other slaves workload."
Baron looked up at his father. His face was solid and unmoving. the various torture devices jingled at his side glimmering in the torch light. Lord Kingridge proceeded to wall around the room sometimes he would yell at the slaves and tell them to hurry up and to work harder. "You see son the harder you work your slaves the more money you will make. Push your slaves to the limit and you will be greatly rewarded."
The two kept going around the gigantic room. Baron felt terrible for the slaves, His father was not nice to them at all. Baron almost never spoke when he did he would get scorned or beaten. The only time the boy could speak freely was when he was visiting the slaves. He knew that it was bad to sneak out, his father would beat him within a inch of his life if he knew, but Baron loved it.
The two passed by the young wood elf who smiled at Baron. The boy returned it quickly before returning his gaze back to his father who was jabbering on about rations. The lord walked with a certain fierceness that intimidated all around him. The two walked slowly down into the pit, the two orcs worked at the front of it.
The Orcs had huge pickaxes that broke away any earth in their path. The father and son stopped as soon as they reached them and watched them work for a while. The Orcs were immensely strong, not only from their slave life but from their days adventuring around Tamriel. One of the Orcs winked at Baron as they watched.
The whip made a harsh crack on the Orcs back as it came down quickly. Baron backed up into the shadows as his father "Applied Discipline." The Orcs cringed in pain and suffering as they were beaten. Blood started to dribble down the Orcs backs and they screamed in bloody rage. The whip was silver and their were hooks on the end of it.
"Here son you try it." Lord Kingridge said as he handed his son the whip. Baron backed away afraid to take the whip. The Lord grabbed his son by the arm and threw him toward the Orcs. He held the whip out to his son for the second time the boy refused to take it. The lord smacked it against the ground and then swung it at the boy. He cowarded in fear as the whip came around digging it spikes into his back and ripping his blueish flesh away from his body. The boy screamed out in pain. "I told you to take it, You have not taken it from me and so you must pay now, go to your room and do not return until I come for you."
The boy stumbled out of the cave and back to the mansion. His back was dripping with blood and his back was stinging with pain. That was it he would be leaving tonight and he would never come back. He walked through the door and started up the stairs. He was stopped by his mother as he rounded the corner.
"Baron, what are you doing."
"Nothing," Baron replied with a scowl "father got angry, and sent me away." Baron didn't care much for his mother either but at least he had a little respect for her. At least she didn't beat him. Baron figured he could probably overpower his mother. she was old and weak. She was also whithered with the beatings that Barons father gave her.
"Well, go then to your room." she said to him. As he walked away his mother could see the bloody streaks that were on his back. She sighed and grabbed him by the shoulders and brought him over to the washing basin over by the wall. "Damn you Baron, why don't you just do what your father says. You know how he is when he is angry." She began to pour water down Baron's back and dabbed it with a wet cloth. Baron's father busted through the door and shot a angry glance at Baron and his mother.
"Your so weak." He murmured as he started to walk down to the basement where the kept the wine and spirits. Baron had enough of being hated and scorned. He grabbed his mothers arm throwing it away he ripped his torn shirt off and ran upstairs to his room. Baron's room was small and there was nothing on the walls except a window. There was a small cot and a chair with a table and a candle that flicked and danced shadow around the room. Baron fell on his bed and cried until he fell asleep.
Baron woke to the sight of his father sitting in the corner a bottle of mead in his hands. He candle was put out and the only thing that was illuminating him was the moonlight from outside. Lord Kingridge took a long swig of his bottle. Baron could see that his father was crying and had been for a long time. His eyes were bruised and dark and his hair was no longer uniform and neat instead it is messy. Baron could tell that he was drunk. A bead of sweat travelled down his father's brow and fell off his nose.
"I killed her Baron." His father spoke in a dark calm tone. "I killed her in cold blood, just slaughtered her like a lamb. She's still down there in the wine cellar," Baron's father's personality was cold and lifeless like everything he knew was falling down around him. Baron sat up in his bed. Is it true was his father so evil that he would kill his own wife. A wife that he had lived with for fifteen years. Baron looked down at his father's hands. They were covered in blood and he was smearing it on the bottle. Baron jumped up from his bed and ran to the door but his father was closer. His father slammed the door shut and pushed Baron back into the room. His father started to laugh hysterically. "The funny thing now, is that I have to kill you."
Baron watched in terror as his father pulled out the hand scythe that he used to chop off the hands of the slaves when they tried to escape. Lord Kingridge screamed with anger as he swiped the scythe across Baron's torso. It made a deep gash and blood started to drain out of it. The Lord brought the scythe back up swinging the curved edge vertically towards Barons head. Baron stepped back and dodged the blade but it cut him on the forehead. All of a sudden Baron realized his situation. He was backed up against a wall in a small room. His father was blocking the door and the only thing left to do was fight. A spark went off inside Baron's heart and the young Dunmer turned from a civilized person to a animal. The vision of his mother laying on the the ground in a pool of her own blood only fueled his rage and he charged his father. Lord Kingridge was thrown into the wall his head smashing against the wall. A splatter of blood came out the back of his head. The man was knocked out cold as he slid to the floor. Baron didn't stop there, he grabbed his scythe and started to hack away at his fathers chest. The blood sprayed to the left and right and hit the walls. Baron finally stopped after five slices and stood. Blood was splattered on his body and his wounds continued to drip. The gashes on his back started to bleed again as well. He had to get out of here. He would get the girl and release the prisoners. He looked down at his father one more time before he sprinted out of the room.
Baron was cautious when he passed the wine cellar door. He could see streaks of blood coming from the basement from where his father dragged his hand on the wall. His mothers body lay at the bottom. Baron turned his head away when he saw it. He had enough horrible things to worry about. He slammed through the front door and across the plain to Riverrush mine. When he reached the entrance to the mine he stopped and looked at the door. A bloody hand print was on it. Baron gasped in horror as he thought of what is father could have done. He sprinted through the door and down the corridor. When he reached the main room he was shocked and pain struck at his heart. the room was full of bodies. The slaves were sprawled around the room. The whole entire slave compound was slaughtered by his father. Most of the slaves were dead. Their eyes were glazed over. Their bodies were limp and impaled in different ways. He could hear some of the slaves groaning in pain as they fought for their lives. Baron looked to the right and wished he hadn't. Laying there on the ground was the wood elf girl. She was dead looking up at the ceiling. Baron ran as fast he could up the corridor and back outside. He slammed through the door of the mine and fell to his knees. He was crying uncontrollably and the tears fell into the dirt like rain. He stopped and got control of his emotions just in time to hear a familiar voice.
"BARON!" The voice screamed out from the house. "BARON HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!" Baron stood and his face turned from despair to anger. He saw a pitchfork propped on the edge of the mine and grabbed it. He took his time walking over to his father savoring the moment. The lord was crawling toward the mine across the field. He was using some sort of healing spell on his chest. It lit up with a blue light that he was applying to the wounds that were on his chest. The spell seemed to be the only thing keeping him alive. He had lost alot of blood on his way out of the house. "I'm your father damn it." Baron looked at his father and anger filled his eyes.
"Hello Father." His voice remained calm but it only cloaked his voice making it even more sinister. Lord Kingridge panted and grunted with pain. "It seems that you do not know how to die. Let me help you." Baron thrust the pitchfork into his father's neck. Blood poured from the holes and dripped onto the ground in crimson streaks. Baron smiled darkly, no one would ever tell him what to do again. Baron enjoyed the pain that he had caused to his father. He craved more blood and more pain. He decided to leave Morrowind and travel to Cyrodil and nobody would be able to stop him.
Lord Kingridge died on that ground, The dirty sinful ground, His fathers ground, It was fate that his own son would end his life on that ground. Baron Kingridge fled the property that night and the guards found the death filled scene the next day. The authority called it the Riverush Massacre and Baron Kingridge was charged with almost twenty-four counts of first degree manslaughter. The Boy was never found. The mansion has decayed over the years but it it still stands today. The locals say that the mansion is haunted by the spirits of those who were slaughtered that night but nobody knows for sure. As for the boy his legacy of evil had just been born. This is his story.