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]

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A heavy storm raged over the Grazelands. Burcanius Varo, a publican of Varo tradehouse, didn't expect many guests this night. When the weather was so bad, ships didn't arrive to Vos and locals stayed safely locked inside their homes.

Except fellow Ashlander Hairan and his wife Ferise, there weren't any people in the tradehouse. The only guest that Burcanius expected, was Sedyni Veran, a captian of local ship Falvillo's Endeavor. She usually came to his inn if the weather was 'bad but perhaps she just changed her mind and stayed on the ship' thought Burcanius.

He couldn't know that Falvillo's Endeavor would never sail again. He couldn't know that Sedyni Veran was lying dead on a beach, a chitin arrow stuck in her neck. And that the creature who killed her, was approaching the tradehouse. The door opened with a loud slam and a man in glass armor walked in, a demonic smile on his pale face and a glass sword in his right hand.

"Remember me?" he asked and laughed wickedly. Burcanius recognized him immediately - it was Varus Valgus, the arrogant Imperial whom he refused to offer any more services a few days ago. But there was one important difference - Varus wasn't a vampire back then and it seemed that he didn't come to rent a bed this time. But before he could say something, Varus struck Hairan with his sword and the powerful shock force killed her on spot.

"You won't get away with this!" Burcanius knew that vampires are vulnerable to fire and luckily he owned an enchanted fire ring so he directed it at Varus, setting him on fire. "You fool!" shouted Varus, retreating. "Your pathetic ring can't stop a vampire!" He jumped over the counter and a few powerful swings killed the publican.

"You shouldn't have refused your services to me, Varo," Varus said to the corpse, "because now you won't offer them to anyone else. Ha ha ha ha ha!" But Varus knew that Burcanius' wife was still somewhere in the tradehouse and he was glad that he saved the best for last. He was hungry and wounded from Burcanius' ring and some fresh Dunmer's blood was just what he needed to revitalize himself...

...when Varus left the tradehouse half an hour later, there weren't any persons alive inside. Ferise Varo was an old hag but nonetheless her blood tasted good and Varus felt healed and sated. The Horror of Tel Vos crossed small hills and then descended down to his cold hideout.

This post has been edited by Lopov: Apr 27 2014, 08:18 AM