If you are Unfamiliar with The Elder Scrolls 3: Morrowind Storyline and the Expansion Tribunal, You may not understand how this begins.

Chapter 1: The Unseen Threat

An Eerie Silence set over the Urshilaku village, Nibani Maesa peered outside her Yurt, and quickly threw her head back into the warmth of the Tent.
"The night has turned calm, Ashkhan" Nibani said
"I trust that the Nerevarine has fulfilled his duties?" The Ashkhan asked
"I believe so, Almalexia is dead, and all is well. But i sense that something is very wrong in Morrowind, a dark evil has beset House Dres."
"House Dres? They did not come when they were needed! Why should we bother with them when they did not bother with us?"
"Because if House Dres is defeated, Morrowind is open to attack."
"We do not need to help House Dres!"
"Perhaps, But we need to help ourselves, the evil is almost here!"

Yen, the youngest of the Ashlander, was caught off guard; a large Humanoid monster crushed him with its huge sword. He had no chance of surviving; the monster ordered his soldiers to stay put. He dived into the middle of the Camp and started to kill every Dark Elf There, No one stood a chance.

Nibani threw open her door and was greeted by the monster, it was wearing a large robe with a hood; it covered its face, but could not hide the two red Eyes, Gleaming with Rage.
"What the Hell are you?!?" Nibani demanded to know
"We are Fictionists, and we are here to retrieve the land that was ours!" It talked with an Evil Voice.
"You will never get your hands on Morrowind!"
"We have already started to take over; we have destroyed half of the Ashlands. The Ahemmusa were easily defeated."
Nibani could not take any more, she shot a shock ball at the fictionist, it caught the shot with its sword.
"You'll have to be better then that!" The Fictionist taunted
"Fine!" Nibani shot another shock ball, it collided with the first and produced a large explosion, Nibani was thrown back into her tent, and she was caught by Sul-Matuul.
"You must get out of here!" The Ashkhan yelled, he charged outside and pulled out his sword. The Fictionist stood and grabbed it's abnormally large Claymore. The swords clashed with an almighty bang.
"Maesa, Get the Hell out of here, I will die to defend my Camp, you must get to the Nerevarine!" Sul-Matuul ordered, Nibani Turn and fled the ruins of her village. The Fictionist screamed, it was so loud it made Sul-Matuul grab his ears in pain. The 5 other fictionist that accompanied the First charged at Nibani, She ran for dear life.

Sul-Matuul Charged at the Fictionist, it swung it's sword, The Ashkhan rolled to the left and stabbed the Fictionist in the side of the head. It fell to the floor. The Ashkhan put away his sword and started to walk away, he did not notice the fictionist getting up and pull out a long bow. The arrow pierced Sul-Matuuls back and went through his heart. The Ashkhan fell to the ground, clutching his chest. In a matter of moments, the Urshilaku leader was dead.


Nibani Maesa ran through the gates of Maar Gan. The Fictionists weren't far behind, she had felt the Ashkhan as he died. She knew that she was the last Urshilaku left alive. She had to get a message to Mournhold, for that was where the Nerevarine was. She opened a telepathic link with lord Vivec himself.
"What the.. Who dares enter my mind?" Vivec Inquired
"I am Nibani Maesa, Sole Survivor of The Urshilaku; I need you to give a warning to the Nerevarine. Tell him that he must come to Maar Gan as soon as possible, the siege is about to begin."
"What are you talking about?"
"The fictionists, they are here, the final prophecy has been set in motion, the deadliest of all."
"Fictionists??"
"Do as is Say! Or you shall die alongside your nation."
And with that, the message ended.

Nibani did not sense the Fictionist coming. It had fought off 15 Redoran soldiers to get to her, it wanted her dead. Nibani was thrown into a wall. She smashed her head and fell to the floor, mortally wounded. Her last thought before she fell unconscious was:
'Nerevarine, where are you?'


Chapter 2: Nerevarine

Kaleb, The Imperial incarnate of St Nerevar, Approached King Hllalu Helseth.
"You deserve this armour. may it serve you well."
"Thank you sire, I still feel that.."
"Look, Almalexia sealed her fate long ago, losing the Heart of Lorkhan Merely aided, it's not your fault that she went insane."
"That still doesn't change my guilt, sire."
"Maybe this will, i have received a message from the Arch Cannon, he says that you must go to Maar Gan, apparently, trouble has started, and it involves you."
"Is that all?"
"The Arch cannon also says in the note that Lord Vivec was distressed, and he was told by Vivec that Vivec had a Telepathic talk with a girl named Nibani Maesa."
"Nibani Maesa? Something must be seriously wrong, She would of asked me to come to Urshilaku, not Maar Gan."
"Go, My boy, Find out what's wrong."
"As you command Sire." Kaleb bowed, then turn and ran to the teleporter.

After 5 days, The Nerevarine was near Maar Gan. The Silt Strider system had shut down between Ald'Ruhn and Maar Gan. Kaleb had to walk. Kaleb could hear the Yells and the Swords clashing form miles away, there was a battle going on. And it was massive. When Kaleb got to the Gates, he saw the Enemies, and they were wiping out The Redoran forces. Miles Gloriosus ran up to Kaleb.
"God dam it! the Fictionists are to hard, we cant do anything!."
"Let me Try!" Kaleb said, Miles Stepped back as the Nerevarine charged at the Fictionist, He grabbed Trueflame from his belt and jumped onto the Fictionists head, he then stabbed down and went Trueflame burned through the fictionist armour, Purple blood leaked out of the Hood. It dropped, Kaleb jumped off and landed on the ground, Ready to take on the other 4. They charged at him, Kaleb raised his sword, ready to Fight Back.
"Hold your Ground, Fictionists, The sword he carries is Trueflame!" The Head Fictionist spoke, The other fictionists seemed to run away with fear.
"How do you know this sword?" Kaleb asked, the fictionist merely stared at him
"ANSWEAR ME!" Kaleb Yelled. The fictionist chuckled.
"I have not seen that sword in a long time. I havent seen it since the battle of red mountain."
"You were at Red Mountain?" Kaleb asked again. The fictionist merely jumped, and dissapeared.
"DAMN IT!" Kaleb cried, He wanted to know about himself.
"Calm down, Nerevarine." A Recognisable voice said
"Maesa! you're alive!" Kaleb was relieved
"Yes, I am, but my village was wiped out. Not even Sul-Matuul could stand against these monsters; the fictionists said they cleared out the Ashlands."
"What about the Daedra, did they fight back?"
"I think they were taken by surprise, like we were."
"What are they?"
"They are Fictionists, but how they got here i do not know."
"He said he was at the battle of Red Mountain."
"That is Impossible; they have only been alive since your death and the beginning of the tribunal."
"Why did they attack the Urshilaku?"
"I think they were after you."
"How do i stop them?"
"There is only one way, you must go to House Dres Territory, far beyond the protection of Lord Vivec, and Help House Dres."
"But what happens if they return?"
"I will summon the Great houses and the last of the Ashlander Clans, we will hopefully form a bond strong enough to put our differences aside and help each other"
"Are you sure?, i can stay and.."
"No, you must go to House Dres. I believe that Helseth has a way of getting to Tear, The capital of House Dres. You must see him immediately."
"I do not want more people to die because of me!"
"This is not your doing, you weren't here."
"They were after me."
"If you don't want more people to die, you must hurry and stop the Fictionists." Kaleb looked up at Nibani, she smiled. He stood and reached into his bag, and pulled out Barilzar's maized band; He fit it onto his middle finger and disappeared.
"We will die, I am sure of it, The fictionists will come. I only hope he can stop them in time, before they destroy us all."

Chapter 3: Fight for survival
Kaleb landed in Almalexia's temple, her Hands were gone, and the room was on fire. Kaleb dived out the door just before the room exploded. He was now in the recption area, The hands of Almalexia lay dead on the floor. their throats slit by a powerful sword. Kaleb heard a cough and ran to the back corner of the reception, there was a table leaning against the corner, Kaleb moved it to the side and found Fedris Hler, Lieing against the wall, His arm had a big chunk cut out of it.
"What the hell happened here?" Kaleb asked
"I don't know, Soldiers in hoods and white armour stormed into the temple, the Hands died to stop them, and it only repelled them. I fought to, but I can no longer move any of my limbs. I think I am dieing" Hler replied
"No... I won't let you die!"
"You must, Helseth has held off the fictionists, but I cant tell you for how long. The Temple is surrounded by The Bastards. The only way to get to the Royal Palace is through the sewers."
"What of the Royal guard, The High Ordinators?"
"If the hands of Almalexia barely fought them off, it is certain that the guards didn't stand a chance."
"and all the People. where are they?"
"Some have fled into the sewers, but many more were killed by Them storming the Great Bazaar."
"I have seen to much death, i don't want this to happen." Hler looked into Kalebs eyes.
"It has happened, and even if you didn't exist, it still would have happened, Please, End the Tyranny of Morrowind. Before the final Prophecy is set into place..." Hler coughed, and then breathed his last breath.
"I will stop them, for the Fallen, i will avenge them all."
Kaleb said to hler, he closed the priests eyes and ran to the basemant.
The Sewers were destroyed, Pieces of Old Mournhold lay destroyed all over the place. A corridor was blocked by all the pieces. A crushed lich was next to the wall. Kaleb could hear talking.
"It must be the refugees, i have to get to them." Kaleb said to himslef. he then ran through a doorway and into a crossroad, two directions lay to be chosen. one was blocked by Rubble. Kaleb listened hard to try and determine where the refugees were. His gut told him that they were to the north, His Ears told him that they were to the west. He followed their sound and met up with a band of Liches. He grabbed out his sword, ready to attack.
"Stop! we have no quarrel with you." its voice sounded Raspy, and like an Echo of the true voice.
"Then stay out of my path."
"We hate you, but we hate them more." The liches pointed behind Kaleb, he turned around to find a Fictionist. It grabbed its claymore and charged at Kaleb. The liches stood before Kaleb and threw Fireballs at the Fictionist. it merely dodged the fire, and sliced one of the Liches in half. the other liches grabbed their daggers and charged at the Fictionist. Kaleb could only watch as the two monsters tried to destroy eachother. The fictionist swung its sword, but missed its target. The liches were jumping onto his back, the fictionist pulled one of them off and threw it at the wall. it exploded into a pile of bones. The last 2 Liches dived off the Fictionists back and jumped onto it's Head, stabbing into the hooded part of the Fictionist Face. The Fictionist howled in pain. it's legs gave in and the Fictionist fell to the floor. Purple blood stained the area.
"They have destroyed most of our race, we have fought back, but we arn't winning." One of the Liches said
"We could use your help in Mournhold, it could be your true chance for revenge. Assemble your armies of Skeletons, Bonelords, Liches, whatever, and met me in the ruins beneath the royal palace."
"This changes nothing, we will only unite for our own benefit. We still hate your kind!" The Lich screamed, it then teleported away. Kaleb looked back at the dead fictionist and continued further into Old Mournhold.
Kaleb eventually found the Refugees, they were hiding in the West Wing of Old Mournhold. Gavas Drin had Erected powerful barriers to defend the Refugees from Fictionists and other Creatures. When Kaleb got there, they lowered the barrier so he could come through. He was hurried into Gavas Drins Tent.
"Nerevarine! You have come, I prayed to Almalexia that you would come."
"Im sorry to say this, but Almalexia is Dead...."
"What? You lie, it is Impossible, She is of the Tribunal!"
"The Heart of Lorkhan was destroyed, she wanted to get rid of all Imperial influence in Morrowind, I had to stop her if not, and this wouldn't be a big problem."
"STOP!!! I will not hear more of your lies, We are here to talk of Fictionists."
"Yes...sorry."
"I forgive you my child, But how will we stop the fictionists from destroying Mournhold?"
"They don't want to destroy Mournhold; it will be their base of Operations. They will march on Tear from here"
"Tear? You mean the Dres Capitol... Why?"
"House Dres has something they need, I don't know what it is, but it is very important to them. I must get to Tear."
"Then that means you must get to Helseth."
"Yes, i have asked the Lich to assemble their armies and.."
"Are You Insane!?! The Lich are an Enemy of The Temple."
"And if you want to live, they shall be our Ally, they must be our ally."
"Why? The Liches are Evil Beings!"
"Because they are dying, the Fictionists are wiping out everything."
"Fine. The Lich shall not be targeted, what else?"
"I will get to the Palace and Talk to Helseth."
"I shall show you the best way to get there, without being Attacked by Fictionists Patrols."
Within 20 minutes, Kaleb was in the ruins underneath the palace, The Liches sneered as he walked past, and the Bone walkers Roared in anger. Kaleb walked through the Army to The Lich he had met before; he was now wearing Daedric Armour.
"we will sense the right time to come, we will not abandon you in this fight, as much as we want to."
"Thank you, I must get to Helseth. Good luck on the battle Field."
"The felling is Mutual." And with that, Kaleb climbed the ladder leading to the royal palace.
"Hold your Fire, It's Kaleb!" A royal guard cried.
"What's the Situation?" Kaleb asked the Royal guard while he walked to the Throne Room.
"They have 150 Fictionists. All of which are attacking the Palace.
"Only 150... Then where is the rest of the Armada?"
"I don't know, sir, but I know you must talk to the king, go inside, he is waiting." Kaleb opened the door and was greeted By Helseth.
"My Boy, Please come in!"
"Sire, the Lich armies are ready to strike, they will come when the time is right."
"Liches... I never thought I would see the day that we unite with them... How did it go?"
"Maar Gan was under attack from Fictionists. I need to get to Tear, sire."
"We will discuss that later, for now, get down to the front door, the Guards are going to need you."
"As you command, Sire."


Keep in touch for more posts, Later people :goodjob:

Keep in touch, and tell me if it any good please

I wont attempt to read this until its broken up more. It looks more like a script with the amount of line-after-line dialogue. no offence intended.

It's not discriptive at all and a chore to read. Don't try to get it all down on paper as fast as you can. Ease your idea down as if laying down someone special to sleep.

Chapter 4: The Siege of the Mournhold Palace

Kaleb ran to the Entrance, 50 Royal Guards stood in a line; they saluted to Kaleb, then turned and waited for The Fictionists to break through the Front door. Kaleb pulled Trueflame from it's holster, it gleamed with fire and Kaleb felt Warm, as though evil in Tamriel did not exist, and all was peace.
A loud bang disrupted Kaleb's daydream, and he returned to the matter at hand. The Fictionists were getting restless, and that meant trouble.
"Here they come men!" Kaleb cried, "I know you are scared, but we have to stop them, we made a vow, to stop the Tyranny of Morrowind, and that is what we are doing this day! Turn your Fear into their fear; Show them we are not afraid!!" A large Uproar of Noise followed those words, The Fictionists outside took a few steps back. Their breathing sped up, their eyes narrowed, the time of the attack was at hand.
Kaleb was thrown to the ground, the fictionists tore through the door like it was Tissue paper, the royal guards jumped to their feet and held their ground. The fictionists charged at the Guards. The Fictionists tore through the royal guard as if it was not there. The Guards were losing.
Kaleb charged at one of the fictionists. It turned to face him, and Kaleb realised it was the same one from Maar Gan.
"You Bastard!!" Kaleb screamed as he sliced at the Fictionist. It jumped away as 5 others came to protect it. Kaleb was ready to attack when Trueflame suddenly started to Glow. It was so bright that Kaleb dropped the sword and stumbled back, when the sword touched the ground, a wave of fire tore through the fictionist's inside the Palace. The 20 that had run through the door were dead. Kaleb was still on the floor when he saw the fictionist from Marr Gan stand up and walk towards him.
"You are a fool, Nerevar; you should have listened to me all those years ago!"
"What are you talking about?"
"You do not recall, that means you really have lost your mind to time. We shall meet again Nerevar, and all shall be revealed." The fictionist teleported away after those words. Kaleb got off the floor and looked at his soldiers, all of them lay dead, and the ground was the same colour as their armour, Blood Red. The battle was still not over, many fictionists still wait outside, and Kaleb was ready.
Kaleb charged through the destroyed doorway, all the fictionists immediately charged at him. Kaleb parried a blow, then grabbed the Fictionist around the neck and twisted his arm, the neck broke, but the fictionist was still living. He stabbed behind Him and killed a fictionist. He threw the fictionists he was holding at 5 of them, they caught him and continued there charge. Kaleb sheathed and pulled out the Bone biter bow of Sul-Senipul, He equipped his glass arrows and starting shooting the Fictionists. His accuracy was perfect, The Arrows shot into the hooded section of the Fictionist face. They were dying within seconds. 20 had been killed by Kaleb when he was jumped from behind, the fictionist pulled out its giant claymore, Getting ready to stab downwards. Kaleb braced himself for the hit.
What happened next surprised Kaleb. The fictionist was crash tackled by The Lich he had met in the sewers.
"I told you we would come when the time was right!" The Lich said. A loud rumble erupted from beneath them, The Ground shook, some Fictionists fell through as the Bone lords and all other forces came up, the battle had truly begun. Kaleb dodged a fictionist's sword, and stabbed into its chest with Trueflame, The fictionist fell as Kaleb was grabbed by another. A bone lord grabbed the fictionist and threw it to the ground; it then started to eat it. The Bone lord was halted by a fictionist that sliced it in two. 5 Liches were backed into a corner; Kaleb ran to their side and attacked the fictionist's that were boxing them in. The Liches then charged at some more fictionists. Kaleb noticed that the fictionists were breaking back into the palace, he charged through the destroyed doorway into the blood filled lobby, and sliced open two fictionists. Kaleb continued to charge up the stairs until he reached the Kings chambers; Helseth had a Claymore to his throat.
"Tell your men to stand down and give Mournhold to the Fictionists!"
"Over my dead body!" Helseth Replied
"That was my next idea!" Kaleb charged at the fictionist, it hit him in the head, then kicked him against the wall and cast a bind spell. Kaleb was stuck, and could only watch as the fictionist sliced Helseth's head off.
"How dare you Fictionist!" A voice called. The fictionist spun around and was jumped by a Lich, the Lich from the sewers. Helseth ran over to the wall to which Kaleb was bound.
"You must get me free sire!" Kaleb screamed
"I will try, this is extraordinary magic, and I've never seen a spell like it before."
"Hurry!" Kaleb looked up and saw the Lich get thrown against the wall, Kaleb struggled as Helseth cast spells to try and get him free. The Lich's Daedric armour has splintered and lay in a thousand pieces across the room. The Lich was fighting the Fictionist with his bare fists, and it was losing.
"There, your free Kaleb!" Helseth yelled. Kaleb jumped up and unsheathed Trueflame, and then charged at the Fictionist. The sword sliced through the Belly of the fictionist. In its last few seconds of life, it grabbed the Lich and crushed its head into the floor. The Fictionist then collapsed.
Kaleb ran to the Lich, its face was no more, but it was holding a note in its left hand. Kaleb broke one of the fingers off and grabbed the note. It was stained in purple blood, and it looked like it was 100 years old, perhaps even more then that, the paper read:
"To my dearest Leylia
I yearn to be with you everyday, but I must do as Almalexia commands, Mehrunes Dagon might have been stopped, but that doesn't mean his army is. I am to venture into the Sewers and find anything on the Daedra. May the Tribunal watch over me. I shall return to you!
From you love, Denegor Sarethi."

Kaleb placed the letter back into the Liches hand.
"Goodbye, Denegor Sarethi." Kaleb said, he stood and bowed to the dead Lich. Helseth stood next to him.
"The fictionists are gone, so I must keep my word. This is the way to Tear.."


I hope that this is good for the people that didn't like the first 3 chapters, im sorry if it is not.

But this is how i write stuff. If you have a propblem then take it up with me.

Other than the first three chapters, it looks nice so far. Definite improvement in the latest chapter, keep it up.

Honestly, all I see is compact action and very little sense. You are not telling a story, more like describing music videos off MTV or something.

Fictionists? Where did that come from?

My guess would be that it's something he made up without really explaining who/what they are.

No-one knows what they are!!!!


It would ruin the story if it was explained muchly.


Hah find abit of a problem with teh story
and could only watch as the fictionist sliced Helseth's head off.
And Helseths pops up again.... woops.

And by the way, He has a name thankyou very much.