Morrowfall, a peice in my spare time... Options

[stargate525]

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Morrowfall Ch.1

I had done it. I had finally beaten it. Morrowind, the game that had occupied all my time for the past three months. Not particularly good, for my health or my college grades, but tonight was what it had all lead up to, I had beaten the game, United the houses, learned the truth about the temple, and defeated Dagoth Ur. Call me a geek, but I intended to celebrate.
And celebrate I did. I depleted my horde of liquor, including the Schmirnoff I had been saving for my birthday. I was good at saving things, but not at holding my liquor. These two things collided to spell my doom that night. The last thing I remember is my roommates coming back from the restaurant, me yelling at them for breathing too loud, and them falling off the loft’s edge, bottle of half-empty Captain Morgan’s still in hand.

This post has been edited by stargate525: Sep 11 2005, 07:43 PM

[mplantinga]

An impressive escape. I do hope they manage to find their way to freedom.

[stargate525]

An impressive escape. I do hope they manage to find their way to freedom.

well...read on.

Chater 11

Even Ebonhart was different from the morrowind I remembered. Where the docks once stood were burnt and charred rubble. The dragon statue was in peices, around which were built a thick palisade of wood from all sorts of places. Behind that, the keep and the imperial tower were both severely damaged as well. The men that were on the palisade were haggard and worn, what armor they had a sad motly of chain, bonemold, chitin, and cloth.

This could not be a good thing.

We came out of the water and in front of the plalisade. "Who's in charge here?" asked the old Imperial, now with an air of impatience. They took us inside the palisade, to the burnt husk of the tavern that once stood in the courtyard. He asked his question again.

"I am," a young man said, his once handsome face now covered with the scars of battle his beard didn't quite completely cover. "I think."

"Well then, as former commander of Seyda Neen, I'm comandeering this fort."

Commander? Seyda Neen? There was no fort in Seyda Neen.

"Then Seyda Neen has fallen then?"

"Ay. They burned the Blacklight and killed most of the garrison. We were the lucky ones."

"Then who are these?" He cast a distainful eye over the other slaves, taking me in with it.

"This man," he clapped me on the shoulder, "courageously, without regard to his own life, single-handedly saved us from our predicament." to me he said, "If you ever come to Cyrodiil, you will certainly have a place in my house. These," he gestured to the others, "were our fellow slaves."

"As you can see sir," the young commander said, "they have destroyed our ships and have blockaded both sides of this penninsula, we get daily attacks, we are low on supllies and even lower on morale."

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire then," The older one said. Oddly enough, those were my exact sentiments. "I will do what I can tomorrow, right now, we are cold, tired, and hungry."

They fed us what they could spare and replaced our clothes. The most sickly of the slaves were found places inside the intact barracks, while the rest of us were left to find a comfortable position in amongst the wreckage and rubble that was once the courtyard to sleep.

I, however, had something to investigate. I slipped up the broken stairs and across the nearly collapsed bridge to the Imperial Chapel. the roof was gone and most of the walls were now only waist high, but what I was looking for was still there and, even better, what I had hidden behind it was still there.

But, I never hid these here, this wasn't may savegame. For all intents and purposes, this was reality. I had left these here after I had gotten cured of...

Oh God. If I was right, this explained alot, and if I was right, things were about to become alot more difficult.