As I walked noiselessly toward the front of the canton, the smell of blood seemed to get fainter.

I reached the end of the hall and opened the wooden door, stepping out into the night air of the city. I turned sharply to my right, and walked up a small flight of stairs, leading up to the higher part of the canton and the doors to the High Fane. Both ordinators that had once guarded the doors were gone. I smiled, feeling the results of my plans, then, I glanced around looking for Saprius.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned around to see Saprius’s smiling face.
“Damn. I was trying to sneak up on you.” He whispered.
“Well, you’re not very good at it.” I replied, smiling.
“Do you want to go in through the main entrance? Or do you want to try that backdoor?” he asked.
“I really want to try the backdoor.” I said.
Saprius nodded and followed me as I led him toward the back of the canton.

I fished my lock pick out of my pocket when we reached the door, and inserted it into the lock, feeling for the tumblers.

Saprius watched out for anyone approaching.

After assessing the lock’s difficulty, I removed the pick and cast an Alteration spell on it. I felt a smile spread across my face as I heard the lock click, signaling the door was open. Saprius smiled as well, and fell in line behind me as I quietly pushed the door open.

We entered a well-lit room. A Dunmer man was sitting at a large desk no more than four feet away from us, his back facing us. He was dressed in a deep purple robe and furiously writing something on a piece of paper. This man had to be the Archcannon.

I signaled to Saprius to stab him in the back. I would get his jugular. Carefully, we crept to our positions, and on my signal, we’d killed him before he even had a chance to open his mouth.

I spied a key on the Archcannon’s body. I picked it up and examined it. The words, “Palace of Vivec” were engraved onto the back.
“Saprius, this is the key to Vivec’s temple. We won’t have to pick the lock after all.” I said, holding up the key for him to see.
He smiled in response, then I put the key in my pocket.
“How do you want to take care of the people out there?” he asked.
“I’ll take the ordinators. There should be at least four in there. You get the priests. They’re unarmored and should be easy enough.” I said.
Saprius nodded.

I grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open. The priests and ordinators that occupied the large room looked at us with wide, shocked eyes. I drew my elven shortsword and wasted no time.

Just as I remembered, there were four ordinators in the room. One of which, was standing right next to me. He reached out to grab me, but I grabbed his arm, bending it backward at the elbow and broke it. The ordinator cried out in obvious pain. I jumped over him, still holding his arm, pulling it over his shoulder. Then, I kicked him right into the spear point of another ordinator. I smiled as I heard the metallic sound of their armor colliding, and the last breath of the ordinator that had practically been gored.

While the ordinator with the spear was busy trying to retrieve his weapon from his comrade’s stomach, another ordinator charged at me, a large war hammer in hand. His movements were predictable. As he swung the heavy weapon at me, I ducked and moved inward, bringing my shortsword up into his jaw. He collapsed, a puddle of blood already forming under his body.

There was one more ordinator left, and he had gotten his spear free.
“You’ll pay for this with your blood!” he screamed, running at me.
I backed up to allow some space between the spear’s range and me. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed my waist from behind.
“Get her!” a woman’s voice screamed into my ear.

The ordinator quickened his pace, and closed the gap between us. He brought his spear back in a stabbing motion, and at that moment, I managed to free myself from the woman’s grip. I quickly tried to duck, but the spear connected with my right shoulder and knocked me to the stone floor.

I didn’t have time to think about the pain. I rolled out of the way, and stood up, clutching my shoulder. The ordinator was smiling, tracking my movements with his eyes.
“Damn it… Saprius was supposed to take care of those priests…” I thought to myself.

The ordinator was going to attack again soon. I could see the anticipation in his eyes.

He made another stabbing motion at me, but this time, I was ready for it. I sidestepped, and kicked the long steel handle of the spear, throwing the ordinator off balance. It was then, that I spotted the war hammer that belonged to another ordinator lying on the floor close to my feet. I picked it up, and leapt at the ordinator that had stabbed me, dealing him a mighty blow to his stomach with the hammer. He dropped his spear and fell to the floor, clutching his abdomen.

As I walked toward the fallen ordinator, I realized the room was silent. Saprius was standing in the middle of a floor littered with the corpses of priests. Only the noise of the ordinator’s heavy breathing and grunts of pain pierced the silence.

The ordinator was on his side, his face contorted in pain, his grunts growing into pain filled moans. With my foot, I rolled him over, so that he was lying on his back. He looked up at me with miserable eyes. He clenched his jaw and cursed at me.

I brought the war hammer up over my head, and his eyes widened. There was a small burst of pain in my shoulder when I brought the heavy weapon down, crushing his head into nothing but a bloody pulp.

Saprius walked toward me.
“You gonna keep that?” he asked, nodding toward the war hammer.
I dropped it.
“No. I don’t much care for heavy weapons.” I said, drinking a bit of one of my healing potions. The sting in my shoulder began to dissipate.
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t keep them under control…” he said, looking at the blood coming from my wound.
“It’s alright now.” I said, smiling. “It just scared the hell out of me.”
Saprius nodded.
I took a moment to catch my breath.
“Come on, Saprius. We have a god to kill.” I said, making sure I still had the Archcannon’s key in my pocket.

Excellent! lol the Archcanon, he was soo much fun to kill... oh sry.

Wow, that went easier than I thought. Maybe I should go for another round against the Ordinators myself.

Nice update again. Now be carefull around Vivec. They don't call him a god for nothing. (Though I never fought him myself, so I don't know just how powerfull he is.)

Finally! It's what you've all been waiting for! The fight with Vehk!
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Saprius and I exited the High Fane through one of the main doors. Again, we took a look around the canton, making sure it was empty. Once we had confirmed that we were the only ones on the Temple canton, we walked silently up to the Palace of Vivec.

As we climbed the stairs to get to the top where the entrance to the palace was, I looked over at Saprius. He kept his gaze trained at the door leading to Vivec’s temple. I wondered what he was thinking.

A cool breeze blew through my robe, and for some reason I thought back to the night I sat in Anvil, staring out over the Abecean Sea. That was before Lucien had warned me of impending betrayal, when I still thought that Arquen could be trusted. I realized I’d come a long way since then. Now, I couldn’t run from my fate. Either Saprius and I were going to make history, or we weren’t.

When we reached the top of the stone stairs, Saprius and I looked at each briefly before I put the key into the lock and twisted. The door swung open, and with me leading the way, we entered the Palace of Vivec, shutting the door behind us.

The palace was nothing but one large, well-lit room. In the center, the last remaining member of the Tribunal, Vivec was levitating in a sitting position above an altar. I’d never seen Vivec before and the sight of him was very intriguing. On one half of his body, his skin was a deep golden color. The other half was a bland grey color, just like the skin of the Dunmer people.

His golden eyes seemed to bear deep into my soul, as Saprius and I walked slowly toward him.
“I know who you are,” he said in a quiet, calm voice, “and I know what you have come to do.”
He didn’t move from his position, even as Saprius and I came nearer.
Vivec kept his eyes trained on me.
“Tell me, Listener, how will you make amends to those you’ve killed? How will you atone for your sins?” he asked, carefully following my movements.
I unsheathed my elven shortsword.
“I’ve nothing to atone for, especially when I do not see my actions as sinful. I answer to no gods. I make no amends, as I regret nothing. I answer to fate, just as you do.” I replied, slashing the god’s bare chest.

Almost immediately, Vivec snapped into a battle stance. Behind him, I saw Saprius unsheath his large silver claymore. Vivec had no weapons on him, nor did he wear armor, but he was fast and I could sense the magicka flowing throughout his body, influencing all of his movements.

I was barely fast enough to keep up with the god, and knowing that Saprius was slower than I was, I quickly realized that in order for Saprius to get a hit in, I would most likely have to distract Vivec, and try to keep him pinned to one spot for a suitable amount of time.

Quickly, I was pulled from my thoughts when I saw Vivec hurl a large fireball at me. Instinctively, I hit the stone floor, feeling the intense heat as the sphere of burning magicka passed over my body. I jumped up and quickly closed the gap between Vivec and me before he could start to cast another spell.

Rapidly, I stabbed and slashed at the god, but he managed to dodge my attacks. As he did, I watched his movements.

Vivec cast another fiery destructive spell like an explosion. I jumped out of the blast radius and then leapt at the god with all the speed I could muster. I obviously took him by surprise, because he didn’t have the time to dodge. I planted my shortsword into his left shoulder, and kicked off his body, withdrawing the bloody weapon.

He cried out in pain and stumbled a bit, but recovered quickly and charged at me. I didn’t have time to move. Vivec grabbed my throat and we flew across the room. I let out a pained cry as my back hit the stone wall of the temple. His grip around my neck tightened as his golden eyes looked deeply and angrily into mine. He was much stronger than anyone I’d ever fought and I felt as though he was going to crush my windpipe. He pushed my back harder into the wall, then he spoke.
“Listener, do you like to kill innocent people?” he asked.
“N-no one is innocent.” I choked.
His grip tightened and I could feel myself getting light-headed. I clutched my sword tightly and lifted it up, slashing him across his hip.
His eyes burned with extreme anger.
“You know, you will not kill me.” he said, sending a fire spell coursing through my body.
I screamed in pain, feeling as though my blood was boiling.
Suddenly, Saprius ran up behind Vivec, stabbing him with his claymore.

Vivec let go of my neck, and I crashed to the floor, gasping for air.
“Thank Sithis for Saprius…” I thought, clutching the amulet Lucien had given me.

I stumbled up to find Vivec with his back turned to me, dealing a number of nasty looking spells to Saprius. I raised my sword over my head and brought it down, slashing his back. He spun around quickly, kicking me in my side. I heard and felt my ribs give way, then felt the sting of the stone cold stone floor on my shoulder.

I rolled over, finishing up one of my healing potions, feeling the pain in my side fade away. Then, I jumped up and leapt at Vivec again.

Vivec had just knocked Saprius onto the floor when I stabbed him through the back of his shoulder blade. He turned around, and a frost spell practically blinded me. The frost was so cold; it burned, stinging my skin. I stumbled backward, and Vivec, still levitating, came forward. I found my balance, squared my shoulders, and leapt at him, my sword thirsty for his blood. I connected with his neck, just below his jaw. He tried to use the back of his arm to hit me and knock me away, but I was faster than he was, and placing my hand on his shoulder to use for leverage, I nimbly jumped over him. When I landed on the ground, I quickly slashed his back and got out of range of his arms and feet.

As I backed up, I felt sweet satisfaction. Finally, I had a beat on his movements. This would make him much easier to predict.

While Vivec made his way toward me, Saprius charged at him, swinging his mighty claymore, leaving a large gash on the god’s arm. When Vivec turned to face Saprius, I seized my opportunity.

Sheathing my shortsword, I grabbed my bow and began to shoot glass arrows into Vivec’s body. With my bow, and Saprius staying out of the range of Vivec’s physical attacks due to the length of his claymore, we managed to wear the god down a bit.

Suddenly, Vivec stopped moving. His sudden lack of movement and energy was so surprising that Saprius and I momentarily stopped attacking him. Vivec clenched his fists, closed his eyes and began to breathe heavily. The blood flowing from his wounds seemed to increase, and began to drip onto the floor.

Then, before I even knew what was going on, the whole room seemed to go up in flames. I watched as the force of the explosion sent Saprius flying into a wall. I managed to cast a shield spell a split second before it hit me.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as I was lifted off my feet. Anticipating the impact with the wall just made the sensation of pain worse when I did hit the stone wall. After that, the slow motion effect stopped and I fell very quickly to the floor, landing flat on my stomach.
“Note to self: Don’t let him do that again.” I thought, as I winced in pain.

Then, the god was standing over me. He looked down as I lay on the floor, brought his foot back and kicked me right in the face. The force from the kick was enough to make me flip, and momentarily blind me. Now I was lying on my back. I tasted blood from a nosebleed, and weakly coughed as it slid slowly down my throat.

I rolled out of the way, dodging another kick and stumbled up, drinking an entire healing potion in hopes of suppressing the pain in my head. I backed up some more, trying to get as much distance as possible between the god and I.
“Oh damn…” I said aloud.
I had spotted Saprius. His body crumpled against a wall, his claymore lying next to him.
He hadn’t moved since that explosion attack.

I didn’t know whether he was alive or dead, and there was no way to tell from the distance I was from him. I had a feeling that Vivec wouldn’t let me go near him as well. I racked my mind for solutions, as I watched Vivec’s movements.

A wave of rage washed over me and I had no idea how long I’d been fighting the god, but I was more than ready to finish the fight. My friend was either dead or dying, and with Vivec alive, there was nothing I could do for him.

I charged at Vivec, unsheathing my sword. When I was within striking range, I slashed him as many times as I could before he slapped me away with a blow from his arm. He ran after me and punched me in the side. Again, I felt my ribs being broken, and the air rushed out of my lungs. He punched me again, and again, and again in the same place. I fell to my knees clutching the left side of my ribcage. I noticed that Vivec had slowed considerably, and I unsheathed the Blade of Woe, stabbing him in his calf muscle, allowing the deadly enchantment to take effect.

He let out a scream of agony and anger, and kicked me hard on my left side. The pain this time brought tears to my eyes, and the force sent me flying across the room. When I landed, I skidded on the stone, and hit the wall.

I looked up to see Saprius’s body. By pure luck, Vivec had kicked me near Saprius.
“Saprius!” I yelled, shaking him.
His breathing was very shallow, and I figured it was going to stop soon.

My ears were ringing, my head hurt, and my ribs were in unbelievable pain. I looked up to see Vivec, breathing heavily, and bleeding profusely. We were both almost finished, and he was slowly making his way toward me.

Though it hurt, I stumbled to my feet and looked down at Saprius. I remembered all that Lucien and the Night Mother had told me about destiny.
“Lucien… Fate moves my body now… Perhaps, we’ll see each other again soon.” I said aloud.

I reached down and picked up Saprius’s claymore, and mustering the last of my strength, I threw the claymore at Vivec, aiming at his heart.

I smiled as the sword hit its mark. The god’s golden, fiery eyes turned wide and dull, and he fell, no longer levitating, to the floor.

The moment he hit the floor, I ran to him.
“And how will you atone for your sins?” I asked the god before I embedded the Blade of Woe into his skull.

I smiled as I withdrew the ebony blade, shining with Vivec’s blood, momentarily entranced by it.

Remembering Saprius, I stood and walked over to him, ignoring my pain. I crouched down beside him and felt his pulse. It was faint at best.
“Damn it, Saprius… don’t die on me now.” I said, removing the last of my healing potions from my pocket.
I put the vial up to his lips and titled it, until I was sure he was drinking.

Slowly, he finished off the potion and I only had to wait a few moments until he opened his eyes.
“Sarelle… what the hell’s going on?” he asked, the color returning to his once pale face.
His eyes widened as he looked over my shoulder.
“Is that my claymore?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I answered, painfully standing.

I clutched my ribs as Saprius stood and walked over to the corpse of Vivec, lying in a puddle of his own blood. He pulled the sword out of Vivec’s heart, and I watched as the puddle of blood grew. He walked back over to me.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” he asked.

The moment he finished his question, the door of the Temple was thrown open.
A silhouette stood in the doorway, and a frantic male voice spoke.
“Lord Vivec! Everyone in the Temple canton is dead! The gondoliers reported hearing some strange noises coming from here and—“
He stopped upon seeing the corpse of his god lying on the floor.
“Guards!!!” he shrieked.

Great fight. Now I hope that the guy realises that he has to run quite a bit further than usual to find the guards. On the other hand, I doubt Sarelle will be capable of a rapid escape, unless Saprius still has a healing potion to share.

Well, you killed Vivic, but how are you going to get past the dozens or Ordinators that will be... well just outside the door. Good work!

I have been reading little snippets of this here and there and I have to say its very well done. I am a little bitter however since I play Dark Elves and reading about how many she seems to slaughter gives me that same feeling I get when my favourite football team dont win the league cup. Other than that I find it very impressive. Ill try and read the whole thing next time Im in college.

Great work here Kayla, you spare little detail in the writing of your story and detail is good. Please continue, the last part seemed somewhat strange with Vivec being killed and such but it was well done regardless so please continue.

Wow.... all I can say is wow... that was simply unbelievable! Spectacular work!!!!

Agree with Taillus and Mr Oven.....brilliant work.......awesome!

Thanks for the encouragement! You guys are awesome!
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Saprius and I looked at each other. He noticed that I was clutching my wounds, and quickly, he dug into his pocket and thrust a vial into my hand.
“There’s not much left… but, it should help…” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
I quickly drank what was left of the healing potion and threw the vial down. The pain had subsided a bit.
“We have to move. Now.” I ordered, moving toward the door.
Claymore in hand, Saprius ran ahead of me.
“Right. Stay behind me. You’re still injured.” He said.

We ran through the open temple door to see a line of ordinators making their way up the stairs toward us, armored footsteps clanging as they hit the stone. There were far too many to fight.
“There they are! Kill them!” an ordinator yelled, as the small army quickened is pace. Bloodthirsty, angry battlecries filled the early morning air.

Saprius grabbed my arm, and jumped left, and down into the top level of the fountain that surrounded Vivec’s temple. Our boots splashed in the shallow water as we ran toward the back of the canton. Behind me, I could hear splashing, more yelling, and the sounds of men moving in armor. Arrows flew past my head, colliding with the stone walls of the temple.
“Sithis help us… they have archers…”

I didn’t dare look back as I tried to run faster, my broken ribs protesting as I struggled to take deeper breaths.

Suddenly, we came to a skidding, splashing halt. We’d reached the end of the canton.
“It’s either circle back around the canton or—“
Fwip!
I felt a sharp pain in my back and stumbled forward. As I came to the realization that I’d been hit with an arrow, I looked down at the grey sea. I could hear the ordinators coming closer. More arrows clattered against the stone around us. The yelling was getting louder. Saprius looked up at me.
“Sarelle… what do we do now?” his eyes widened at the sight of the arrow in my back.
“The only thing we can do.” I answered, pushing him into the sea, then jumping in myself.

Casting a water breathing spell, I stopped and looked around in the cloudy water to see where Saprius was. When I located him, I cast a water breathing spell on him and directed him to follow me. The Inner Sea’s water was very cold, and with the last of the strength I had left, I began to swim as fast as I could. I could hear ordinators splashing into the deep sea behind us. Gurgling yells could be heard even underwater. Most of them were weighed down with armor though, and I knew that I could outswim them.

I swam until I thought I could swim no longer. I found a small island in the Ascadian Isles and decided to rest. The moment my feet hit solid ground, I collapsed onto my stomach. I could still feel the arrow in my back, wedged just under my left shoulder blade. The cold seawater had helped to ease the pain. Saprius splashed onto the shore after me.
“Sarelle? Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yeah… I’m just exhausted…” I said weakly.
He knelt down beside me.
“What should we do?” he asked.
My eyes wandered to the sky. The sun was pretty high, and I guessed it was late morning.
“We should be far enough from the city by now…” the more I talked, the weaker I felt. “We need to find some sort of place to hide out until all of this blows over. I could use some rest…” It hurt to breathe, and my ribs were burning.
Saprius nodded. “I think I see a cave. I’ll go clear it out, if need be.” He said, gently.
“Saprius.” I caught him before he stood.
“Yes?” he asked, turning his focused gaze toward me.
“Pull this damn arrow out of my back.” I said.
“Alright… brace yourself.” He said.

I felt a sting as he grabbed the arrow, then intense pain as he pulled the arrow out. The pain didn’t last long, as I soon lost consciousness.

lol, wait until this all blows over... Yeah, right...

Anyway: Good work writing! Keep Going!

I just started reading this now, and I really gotta say, you got a great story here. Looking forward to the update

Hmm, seems that Sarelle is a lot stronger than even Nerevarine.
It's really a wonder how did she survive Vivec's fire! Actualy i knew a better way to kill Vivec, but yours is good too :evil:

Anyway, I really wonder how will they get out of this mess.
I bet that there will be huge bounty on our two heroes now! Not only the Ordinators are against you now, but a whole Dunmer race!

Busy busy week, folks! Sorry for the lack of updates. I've got most of them written down, but not yet typed. Please be patient. They will be here.

Aw, damn. I saw your name as the last to have replied in this thread, and thought, "Good, and update. Nice." Had my hopes up, too.

Worry not. For I have not forsaken you!
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I regained consciousness, realizing that I was in Lucien’s arms.
“Lucien… I killed Vivec.” I said, smiling.
He returned my smile. “I knew you could. You’ve made me very proud.”

I looked around. I was in a small cave. A fire in the middle of the stone floor warmed me, and cast dim shadows on the rough stone walls around me. My robe had been removed and wrapped around me, serving as a makeshift blanket. Even in the dim light, I could see bloodstains on the black fabric.

I brought a gloved hand to my face and inspected it, almost doubting that I was living.
“I’m just glad to be alive…” I mumbled, looking into Lucien’s pale blue eyes. They glimmered with happiness and for a moment, it was impossible to believe he was dead.
His face grew stern. “You’ve killed your target, but your job isn’t over yet. Remember, you have to get back to Cyrodiil. Don't lose focus.”
I nodded. Overnight, we’d shattered the foundation of an entire religion. I doubted that leaving the continent would be easy.
“Does the Temple know it was us?” I asked Lucien.
He looked as though he were trying to choose his words carefully.
“The Temple knows it was the Dark Brotherhood, based on the descriptions from witnesses. But, they don’t know specific identities. I would suggest you wear something besides your Black Hand robe in public. Also, the Morag Tong knows you have performed a killing in their city. They are not pleased.”
“I killed their Grandmaster. They’re weak now.” I said.
“Don’t be so sure. The children of Mephala are dangerously loyal, and defensive of their territory. Plus, their numbers are uncertain. They don’t much like us anyway. Don’t turn your back on them.”
I nodded. That was probably some very good advice.

As much as I hated to leave Lucien’s embrace, I stood up, wondering how damaged my Dark Brotherhood armor was.
“Where is Saprius?” I asked.
“Outside. He’s standing guard.” Lucien answered.
My ribs and joints ached. The wound on my back hurt dully. I could feel the skin tightening around a large scab every time I moved.
“I must go speak to him.” I said.
Lucien nodded, understandingly, but grabbed my hand before I could turn and walk away.
“I want you to know that you are a good leader. The Night Mother and Dread Father are proud of you. You’ve brought much strength to our family.”
“Thank you, Lucien… for your guidance.” I said.
“It’s the least I can do…” he said, as I turned and walked into the shadows.

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked the small length of the cave, and found a wooden door. I placed my hand on the knob and turned around, to find that Lucien was gone.

When I opened the door, I stepped out into a magnificent sunset. Saprius wasn’t very far from the cave entrance. He was sitting in the grass by a pile of wood, rubbing two twigs together to try and start a fire. I sat down next to him and cast a small fire spell on the pile of wood, setting it ablaze. Saprius looked up at me.
“Heh. You’re finally awake.” He said, throwing the twigs he was working with into the growing fire.
I nodded. “How long have I been out?”
“A couple of days.” He answered.
There was a brief silence as we both looked up to the setting sun, painting the sky with many shades of orange, pink, red, blue, and purple.
“We did it.” I said. “We murdered a god.”
Saprius smiled. “Yeah. We did. It’s strange… it hasn’t really sunken in yet… until you said it.”
I laughed. “You know, we still have to get out of here.”
He nodded. “I hope it’s not going to be too difficult.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.” I said.

Saprius and I sat in complete silence. He was using the fire to cook some crab meat, and I was simply listening to the soothing sounds of the waves lapping against the shore, and enjoying the fresh sea air. After a few minutes, I looked at Saprius.
“How long has it been since you last slept?” I asked.
“Awhile.” He answered, fatigue obvious in his voice.
“Go to the cave and get some rest.” I said. “I’ll stand guard tonight.”
Saprius looked up at me. In the light of the fire, I could see the cautious look in his eyes.
“Are you sure? I mean… do you feel up to it?” he asked.
“I feel fine now. Plus, I want to ensure your wellbeing. We still need to get out of Morrowind.” I said.
Saprius stood.
“Thanks, Sarelle.” He said, the sound of his footsteps, fading away as he walked quickly to the cave.
“Goodnight.” I called after him.

I ate the remaining bit of the crab meat that Saprius had been cooking. Then, I spent the rest of the night, lying in the cool grass, watching the stars and following the two moons’ paths through the night sky.

I thought of the things Lucien had told me. I wondered if the Morag Tong would try anything. It certainly wasn’t a possibility that I was going to rule out. I thought of ways to leave Morrowind. The only place I knew of that offered teleportation was in Ebonheart. That was a little too close to Vivec for comfort.

I decided that when Saprius was rested, we would waterwalk to a nearby city and see if we could buy passage via boat to Morrowind’s mainland.

Nice to see an update, wouldn't have minded it being longer. Looking forward to see how they tackle the problem of returning to Cheydinhal

Trying to get away from the Morag Tong without being attacked? Very unlikely... Especially if the Neravine is (or maybe he isn't, it's kinda random) one of them... I wonder how it feels to kill a god

As if you don't know!