Post by Orisis on Feb 11, 2008 16:10:29 GMT 10
The Nerevarine, on an expedition to Akavir, has not returned and Vivec, last of the Tribunal three has also disappeared. Helseth, seizing the opportunity, places himself on the throne of Morrowind...
Setting
Helseth's audience hall.
"There is still the small issue of the Imperials occuping the land," Helseth sighed, leaning back into the chair," The people will not rest, and most believe that the Nerevarine would return to drive them out. Naturally, that is not to happen, but still, I worry as to what will become of Morrowind?"
"M'lord," Duke Vedam Dren, looking as regal as always, spoke loudly and confidently," The Nerevarine is on a mission to Akavir, and he has already shown much support for all our causes. I feel it safe to say that none can deny not having him help at one stage or another. I feel it safe to-"
"Nonsense," Ramersay, one of the representatives of the Redoran, found himself say," We are not to assume, besides, what good is it to have these Imperials here in the first place!? They came as conquerors, and still, they station their military here as in a threat to us, and we, proud Dunmeri folk, bow to their every whim?"
He paused to take a breath, no end in sight for his passionate speech.
"Are you quite finished?" A quiet, menacing voice. The Telvanni mage to had refrained from giving his name, although he was still admitted entrance. Many, in fact, doubt that he is an actual representative, although having the Telvanni's say in matters like those certainly felt refreshing, and besides, nobody wanted to tempt the wrath of Telvanni," We wizards dislike poking our heads in matters that do not concern us. However, the matter of the Nerevarine does concern us. He is our Hortaror, and even to us, that means something. If you are to force the Imperials from this land, you are talking about a war that will possibly last centuries until the conquerors from Cyrodil retake us - and they won't be nearly as lenient then."
"I believe we should have a say in this," Saladas of Indoril," They insult our honour by treating us as lapdogs. It is enough that they have subdued our millitary, but now, to also make servants of us all? I should think not. If we are to drive these outlander n'wah from our land - your land - we should do it sooner, rather than later."
Setting
Hla Oad. Yemmon's Inn, basement.
"The problem here, are the outlanders," a dunmeri spoke from a podium in front of at least two-dozen people. Almost half of the population of the small fishing town, "The Nerevarine has come and gone, and the blight of Red Mountain is no longer here to bother us..."
The choices are free for the making.