Morrowind Mischiefs, A Characters Update thread Options

[mirocu]

Hello and welcome to Morrowind's version of Character's Update!

Here you can write about what your characters are doing on Vvardenfell, Solstheim or in Mournhold. It's not an actual fanfic thread, but I'm not forbidding anything.


My Morrowind character is hibernating so to speak. He's a Nord called Karl the Northener who lives on Solstheim where he takes up residence in Thirsk Meadhall. He mostly wanders around fighting whatever attacks him while collecting various things to either sell or keep.

This post has been edited by mirocu: May 10 2017, 09:35 PM

[Lopov]

Thanks, Acadian. Today's story is slightly longer, when I began writing, I intended to keep it short but by the time when I was done, it was already too late to go back.

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Fright, hysteria, despair, madness...these and many other feelings were rapidly passing through Varus Valgus' head while fleeing from Tel Mora. Everything was clear now...the man in the tomb whom he fought was no ordinary man but a vampire...people telling him that he was sick, were right, yet he ignored them...no longer will any potion heal him. But in time his thoughts shifted elsewhere...rage and revenge took over. Running like a madman he made his way to the ancestral tomb where it all began - he demanded answers, he demanded to be cured. But old vampire Calvario that infected Varus, wasn't in a mood for talking. Happy to see his latest victim fully-fledged, he now wanted to drink his whole blood, but he underestimated Varus' new powers.

Two vampires clashed, Calvario with a health-absorbing spell and Varus with an enchanted glass sword. Calvario was agile and more experienced, rapidly draining his opponent's health by powerful magic that allowed him to suck out Varus' blood. It seemed that the battle was lost when a sudden thought crossed Varus' mind...when Calvario came closer to drain more of his blood, Varus pressed his hands against him just as Calvario did before - Varus didn't know how but suddenly he felt his blood rapidly circulating, bubbling, almost boiling! The feeling was both pleasant and satisfying, and while sucking out Calvario's blood, Varus felt encouraged to continue the battle.

Calvario stepped back, surprised, and that's when Varus pulled out his shocksword and stabbed Calvario through right his chest, ending the vampire's life.

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"Now what?" Varus said aloud, only to find out that his voice changed as well. It wasn't deep as before, but husky and rough. He searched the entire tomb for any clues about his disease but found none, so he left the tomb. It was still night when he came out and he slowly made his way back to Vos. He felt betrayed, confused and scared but from somewhere deep inside he felt unexplained power and lust for blood. He felt like there were two persons inside him - one terrified and one malicious. They fought each other and in one moment he felt desperate, and in the next moment he felt powerful.

"AAAARGH!" All of a sudden Varus felt a burning pain all over his body. It was unbearable and felt like he was melting, falling apart. As soon as he noticed a lightning mass rising from the east, he knew the reason. "The sun! It's the sun!" Barely able to sustain the pain, he began to run. Run! Run! Run! Despite his torture, he realized that he ran much faster as he used to before becoming a vampire. But he knew that it won't help him much unless he finds a shelter soon. At that moment he spotted a tower-like entrance ahead. He knew the location - it was a complex of a few ruined halls under Tel Vos. He cleared them a few days ago and even found some valuable loot there. Thinking only to get there on time, Varus sprinted as fast as he could, jumped to the door so they opened with a large slam and then quickly closed them behind. He lied on a floor and just like the pain appeared out of nowhere, now it was gone in a second...everything was as it used to be. It was cold in this abandoned dungeon and it suited him.

But with the soothing feeling of coldness came the realization that he'll no longer be able to enjoy the sun. He became a creature of the night. Breathing heavily, Varus realized that the life he was used to...is lost. He couldn't hold back anymore...he began to cry. But his tears weren't ordinary - they were red and dense. As he was crying, feeling powerless to change his fate, tears made it to his lips, and he tasted them - they were sharp and salty, just as Calvario's blood. They imbued him with power and bloody freshness. He wiped his tears with his hand and now he no longer looked like he was suffering. Now he looked...

...hungry!