This will be a small fan-fiction starring a character that I have yet to roleplay, but have been extremely interested in trying out, named Boden Andrano. It will also focus on restoring the Great House Redoran back to it's former glory. The majority of the lore from The Infernal City will not be used, except for very few events, and I will add a little bit that is not mentioned in lore, but I feel is/was likely to happen. For instance, the Argonians of Black Marsh have invaded, but have not completely taken over the province, and the Ministry of Truth has not fallen and destroyed Vvardenfell. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Without further ado, I present:

The Redoran Resurrection

Chapter One

It was a cold and windy night when a travel-weary and ragged messenger burst through the gates of the compound owned by the Great House Redoran within the city of Blacklight, which was the last major Redoran stronghold. With the disappearance of Vivec, and the forbidding atmosphere of the city, the Redoran Canton had been evacuated and sealed. What was left of the local Redoran had supervised the clearing of the Vaults, and their safe transport to Blacklight.

The whole city had been turned into a fortress. A new barracks had been built, one that was much larger than the old barracks, and the armory had been refurbished and added onto. The city-turned-fortress now had an absolute militaristic feel to it, where once it had been a true city. The old walls had been carefully dismantled and reassembled, to allow for more room for the ranks of the Great House to assemble and train and recover from the losses they had sustained. The leadership had been hit hard, with only two Councilors surviving the Oblivion Crisis.

Miner Arobar and Hlaren Ramoran had each been away from Ald-Ruhn on House business when the Daedra had attacked and destroyed their capital city. The Councilors and their retinues had tried to return to the city after they had heard the news, but were waylaid several times before messengers sent at Boden’s behest had found them. They were both extremely proud of the young Dunmer, but showed it only sparingly. Upon their arrival in the city, they had taken over command, and now ruled the Great House as co-Archmaster’s, spreading some of the duties among the remaining House Father’s and Brother’s. They had elected not to reform the council, and instead provide the House with two strong leaders, who would ask for the opinions of the House Father’s and Brother’s before making any major decisions.

Boden Andrano had been promoted to House Father immediately upon the arrival of the two Councilors at Blacklight. He had not been the highest ranking member of the Great House at Blacklight, but through his trials, the Redoran who had fought under him would do whatever he ordered, even if given a conflicting command from one of the few House Father’s in the city. Boden knew this was dangerous and had discouraged his followers from doing so, but they had become firm in their belief that he was what the one who would bring the Great House back to its former glory. This was part of the reason why he had been promoted to House Father when Councilor Arobar and Councilor Ramoran had arrived.

From the start, Boden had refused to take the most opulent of the dwellings that had been offered to him, firmly believing that some of the leadership had survived. The young House Father had relegated himself to a medium-sized room in the new barracks, and that was where another messenger found him. The loud, insistent knocking upon the door had woken him from his light sleep, and Boden had promptly unsheathed his steel tanto with its silvered-edge, and gone to door. ”Who is it?” The loud, gruff question was answered in a slightly weak, wavering voice. ”A messenger… from Archmaster’s Arobar and Ramoran. They ask that you come immediately to the council chamber.”

The House Father had immediately unlocked the door and struck metal to flint, igniting a lamp that sat upon a table next to his door. Pulling the door open, he quickly took the few steps between his door and the chest of drawers that stood at the foot of his modest bed. ”Tell me quickly why they ask for my attendance. It is the middle of the night, which means there can only be bad news.” Boden was in the middle of pulling on a regular shirt, one that he wore under his armor to protect against chafing, when the words of the messenger made his blood run cold and froze his actions. ”A messenger has arrived from the west. A large host of Nords and Orcs has crossed into Morrowind this very night and they’re headed in this direction. They should be here at dawn.”