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ACT ONE: WATCH THE SKY


Just another perfect day at Rethan Manor on the outskirts of Balmora, just far enough from that dive town but close enough to get supplies reasonably. The sun barely pierces the cloudy sky of southern Vvardenfell and the air is abuzz with the noise of the tiny pond bugs below the Odai plateau.

I hadn't been getting much sleep these past few days as I've been dwelling on my immortality and my family's mortality. I'm immortal because of conquering corprus in my quest to stop Dagoth Ur and the Sixth House but in doing so I have stopped aging, at least physically. It's strange, people see my husband and think I'm his daughter. Our son is growing up so fast too, it really is true how they grow up fast. If I could choose I'd probably want to raise our son in our ancestral home of Black Marsh but as the Nerevarine I cannot leave the people of Morrowind... as much as I don't want to defend them at times for enslaving my people the argonians and causing me so much pain trying to save them from Dagoth and the Tribunal.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my son Kehoti grunt as he tried to push a box in the mud. We were restocking our food supplies for the month and had just returned from Balmora. He was a little child, barely older than a hatchling but he had the heart of a warrior and always tried to emulate me and his father. Mot exited the tower where we kept the dried goods. We were carrying boxes from a carriage. He was a strong argonian, heated in issues he was passionate about and gentle with those he cared for.

“C'mon bud you can do.” He said playfully and Kehoti dutifully went back to pushing the box regardless how stuck in the mud it was.

I walked over and chuckled to my two men. “Let mommy get this one and you can get that smaller one over there.” I said and nodded to a smaller box on the carriage.

With little heft I lifted the crate and started walking to the tower. Admittedly Wraithguard, the ancient dwemer gauntlet that was stuck to my arm, did increase my strength just a little. My feet squished in the mud as the ground became damp with the drizzle earlier in the morning. When I was out and interacting with my family and others my mind did not drift into the morbid things it did when I found myself alone, in fact I could even feel happy when I was with them. And I felt happy now.

Mot opened the door for me and I walked inside fitting the crate through the door. Inside the tower was dark but with a mild blue light from the paper lantern we had in the corner of the room. We had crate upon crate stacked on one another and cloth bags full of maize, beans and kwarma eggs strung up in hammocks above the floor just in case a rat got in so it couldn't get to the bags.

“Just put that box on top of those dearie.” Mot said casually behind me as he put a bag in a hammock.

The stack of boxes was almost to the ceiling but there was room for one more but I needed a stool. I kicked a small step stool in front of me and climbed on it to heave the box to the top. With a flex I put the box on top and it settled simple enough. But then I heard splintering! A leg on the stool snapped and gave way, I tripped and reflexively grabbed desperately to the box I just grabbed but it did not stop my fall, instead it fell too! I think I shrieked as I hit the ground and a second later when the full crate fell on me...

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I awoke... sometime later. Not in pain so much as a severe daze and on the ground. I slowly rose up and found I was laying on the ground and a quick survey of my surroundings concluded I was not at my home anymore... I was in Seyda Neen. It was night and everyone was milling about as though they did not notice me, perhaps because they did not see me in the shadows. I picked myself up, just beginning to be able to see fully straight again. I blinked and my vision came into full focus. It was night but something seemed... darker, like this night was unnatural. I looked up at the sky and... gods above, it was not Nirn's sky. Secunda and Masser, Nirn's moons were gone from the night sky replaced by only glittering stars. I knew the khajiit had connections to the moons or maybe I just couldn't seem them but still, my eyes felt almost forced to the sky, like there was something to see. Then I felt it. Something, painful, not deadly however. Almost like a sickly discomfort inside me, my breathing became shallow. Had I been poisoned? I cast a spell of health on myself but the pain did not abate. I decided to seek help, if I had been poisoned I needed an antidote quickly. I stumbled to who I remembered to be Eldafire but as I began to limp to the high elf woman I felt the pain dull until it was non-existent. I paused and felt around myself, the pain left when I moved and after stopping for that little bit I began to feel that same sickness build in me again. I walked more and as last time it relented. Confused and alarmed I walked to Eldafire.

I tapped the altmer's shoulder and she turned to me and... her stare was just so blank and expressionless. She even lost the altmer snooty-ness to her and now she just looked empty until she spoke. “Watch the skies.” She said with no tone.

I backed away, disturbed but Eldafire did nothing. She wasn't looking at me, I don't even know if she knew where she was... I looked up and saw the alien sky and then knew that whatever force behind this, be it daedric or not was obviously awakened and the people of Morrowind once again needed their champion.

I turned my fierce gaze back to Eldafire who had walked off by now. Confused, I tried talking to Fargoth who only said the same thing in his nasal wood elf accent but still managed to sound devoid of personality. I went to Arielle's tradehouse to no avail. The high elf man and everyone from inside was outside, eyes locked on the sinister sky. Whenever I tried to speak all they said was to watch the sky, sometimes in unison. Curiously though I went inside his store and picked up an expensive steel axe from his store. I returned outside and doted directly in front of Arielle, I had stolen his merchandise... but he cared not, his eyes still transfixed on the sky....

Defeated and confused I opened the door to his store to return the axe. I wanted to go see if my family was okay. If whoever did this hurt my family I was going to return the pain ten-fold!

A blast of cold air greeted me as I opened the door and all the torches and candles inside where extinguished all at once. But, for a split second, in the darkness I could have sworn I saw something... blacker than the darkness of the room. It was huddled in the corner of the ceiling but I blinked and it was gone. A chill traveled up my spine and I closed the door and to hell with returning the axe, I might need it.

“Watch the sky.” Arielle said blankly which caused me to jump.

I was in Vvardenfell, a land under a curse but now I needed to find my family but personally I was afraid of what I might find...