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[Intestinal Chaos]

The story...


Several years have passed since the events of what has become known as "A Mystery Unleashed" and things have changed on the island of Vvardenfell. Things looked good with the restablishment of "New Vivec" but the death of the god Vivec the last former god of the Tribunal heralded the destruction of the Tribunal Temple and any remaining priests have disbanded and spread across Vvardenfell, renouncing their faith. Even the people have forgotten of the Tribunal and are faithless and without direction. But this is not the worst of problems.

With the death of the Emperor in Cyrodiil large problems have begun to spring up in the Imperial Capitol, nobles and dignitaries now bicker and fight over the throne and who has the right to rule. The Empire has lost significant power and control and the Septim has lost its value in many provinces, one of which being Morrowind.
Beliving Morrowind to be hard enough to control on its own, the Legion has formed a blockade about Vvardenfell and is denying access to the mainland, even to the other Legionarres upon the island, they have even gone as far as to use the Mage's Guild to magically block any forms of teleportation and levitation over their blockade.

With the Legion on the Island being without funding from the mainland they have begun to taxe the inhabitants of Vvardenfell heavily, but not in coin but in food and items. Public opinion of the Legion already being low the people had enough. This and the change of the House Leaders has created the perfect setting for rebellion. The people hateful of the Legion and looking for someone to trust place their faith on the houses giving them tremandous power and numbers. The Houses struck out against the Imperial Guilds (Thieves,Fighters,Mages) and the Legion, destroying their forts utterly and scattering them across Vvardenfeel, in individual hiding places or small camps.

Now with the Houses in control and more powerful than ever (save the ancient days) with no competition besides the other Houses, rumours of war are being heard.

(Don't post after this I have to put in the info on the Factions)

[DoomedOne]

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En'Fel grabbed Sonnabu and hoisted her atop his shoulders. There were three dead Telvanni around him. Two of them had tiny icicles pointing out eratically from their armor, leaving their cause of deaths just a little questionable. The last was clear as day, as his head was somewhere off to the side of his body. En'Fel looked regretfully where he last saw the Half-Ashlander, Kaushad's son, but could find him no where. The camp was already lit aflame, and most of the Telvanni ignored him and focused on the now retreating tribe. En'Fel caught just a tiny glimpse of Kaushad before he took off, and the mer did not look happy that he chose to save the Wisewoman over his son.

En'Fel's mind kept jogging through this again and again until it all molded together. He tried his best to ignore Pidou's poking, but eventually lost it and turned irritably at the short dunmer (who only stood 5'11), "What?"

Then he saw it, all of the companions also stared off. There was a small band of Telvanni the area. They were obviously on their way south to report that Ahemussa Camp had been abandoned. The road was completely opened, and it was broad daylight. They would surely be spotted, there was no running. "Act natural," commanded En'Fel, and he kept walking, leading his troupe, who followed anxiously.

"Ashlanders?" queried one of the Telvanni scouts.

Their leader quinted his eyes at the Ashlander party moving toward them. He snickered, "From the hiding spot of Ahemussa I'll bet. Seven of them, one for each of us. Alright, you know the drill, suround them and take their leader to his knees, hold the others hostage and question him. With each answer he refuses, kill one."

En'Fel relaxed his face, looking passive. Hel'Tic tightened his grip on his bone-axe; Anhasou corrected his posture and formed an bit of an arrogant strut; Ganfi frowned with pursed lips, his throwing stars hidden on his backside, but his hands just twitching to use them; Pidou looked anxious, but Pidiou always looks anxious; Altass tightened his jaw, trying to look polite, and nonchalant, failing at it; finally, in tow of the six of them, came Sounigo, with her arms on her waist and her face as pale as a her bonesword.

The Telvanni marched around them. Their leader walked toward them boisterously, "Alright you scum get one your knees and hand over your weapons."

"We have no business with you," En'Fel shot back quickly, as if rehearsed.

"On your knees bucket-brains, and hand over your weapons!" demanded their leader. En'Fel stopped, his face remained emotionless. The Scout-leader stood right before him, the rest of the Telvanni had set themselves up around the seven Ashlanders. En'Fel considered it, then removed his sword from his sheath, twirled it expertly to its back and offered it handle first to the scout-leader.

The scout-leader took it, looked at it for a moment, then suddenly let his fist loose, catching En'Fel in the stomach. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The scout leader began pacing around him.

"So, tell me, where are the rest of your scum hiding?"

"I am not from here," En'Fel gasped. "Zaineb"

Hel'Tic just about pounced, but En'Fel already had his hand up in Hel'Tic's direction, cautioning him.

"Zaineb? Look for gold and find a diamond," the scout-leader joked. "Alright, order your men to do the same."

"Do it," En'Fel commanded without hesitation.

"On my mother's grave I will!" yelled Hel'Tic

"Do it!" En'Fel commanded again. Hel'Tic's face was as red as a dark-elf could get. He sneered and dropped his axe, and fell to his knees. The rest followed.

"Alright, straight to business, your men might just survive long enough to get chained up and work in our fields, and the girl... well... she might live long enough to--"

"Don't even say it," whispered En'Fel.

"What?!" screamed the scout-leader as he slammed his armored fist to back of En'Fel's skull. En'Fel dropped to the ground.

"You have our land, why must you kill our people?" he asked pitifully.

"Why? Heh heh, because your ugly."

"Very well," En'Fel shot a look at the scout-leader, then jumped forward this his right hand going for the dunmer's face. The Telvanni's entire body frosted over, and the body dropped lifelessly before En'Fel touched the ground. Hel'tic grinned and followed suit, grabbing his axe and taking a heavy swing at the nearest thug, slamming the guy's face mask in to make an imprint on hise forehead. The rest came to life as well.

This post has been edited by DoomedOne: Aug 31 2005, 04:10 AM