A War Of Houses Playground Options

[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)

[Dantrag]

Sel

"It's only for a week." Sel promised Celia as he strapped on his sword. He doubted he would need it, but he always took it with him just in case. "Mr. Lenius said that we may even return before that." He grabbed his pack and kissed his wife and daughter goodbye before walking out the door towards the river.

He wasn't exactly fond of his job, but it had definite possibilities. Especially with the blockade that had been formed around Vvardenfell, pirates would be in greateer numbers due to the fact that many Legion ships were focused on the island rather than the mainland shores.

Boarded the ship and went below decks. He threw his pack and his sword on his bunk, but kept his dagger on his belt. He walked back up to begin the long process of loading the supplies.

Once that was done, they were underway. Sel hated this part of the journey; the large ship was forced to go down the river, often getting stuck in shallow parts, and always extremely uneventful. The ocean was the best part of the journey, the wind in his face, the salty air, the awesome power of the water itself...

"Sel!" Mr. Lenius, his boss shouted, disrupting Sel from his hours of daydreaming. "Hoist the sail!"

Sel looked up; they had already gotten to the mouth of the river! He burst into motion, deftly climbing the familiar ropes and waiting for the right time to do his part in raising the sail.

Soon, his duties were done, and he stood on the bow, allowing his face to be sprayed by the salty ocean mist.

This is how Sel's days at work went, but he didn't go every day. It was usually a trip of a week or two, but then he would get plenty of time off afterwards, while Mr. Lenius got paperwork and ship maintenance done. Time he spent with his family.

Sel enjoyed his relaxed lifestyle, but did miss the old days of fighting demons, werewolves, mages, and Niran.

The next few days were uneventful for Sel --meaning no pirates-- but son he could see the huge blockade ahead. How were they getting through that?

Within minutes, a Legion ship came up beside them and boarded, asking questions of all kinds and searching the cargo.

"Once you get on the island," Sel heard a soldier say. "You can't come back until everything is settled over there."

"So we are clear to go?" Mr.. Lenius asked.

"Yes, you are allowed docking at Seyda Neen."

When the soldier went back to his own ship, Sel ran over to his boss. "You said it would be a week!"

"I said it should be a week if all goes well. Apparently, all isn't well on Vvardenfell." Mr. Lenius said smugly.

Sel resisted the urge to punch him in the face. How was he to explain this to Celia? He was getting a slap or two, that was for sure. "Well then, I guess we should turn around."

"Sure," Mr. Lenius said. "You can swim."

Sel walked away then, mumbling curses directed at the imperial.

OOC: long, I know, but I wanted Sel to join in the madness!