The Dream(prologue)
They stood at the border of Black Marsh and Morrowind, staring intensely over the border at their neighboring province of Morrowind, an army of Argonians, from every tribe from across Black Marsh. The Agecephs with their needle like faces, the Paatru with their toad-like features, the winged Sarpas, the giant snake-like Nagas, and even the Archeins who had sold their own kind into slavery were there. They all stood at the border, as one, as brothers, the Hist uniting there bodies and minds. Just then, a large, dark red Argonian made his way to the front of the waiting army.
"The time has come, my Brothers! The Ministry of Truth has fallen upon the Dunmer's precious "Red Mountain"! They are weakened, scattered, and panicked, there is no order in their province. Now, is the time to strike! Strike back at them for the centuries of enslaving our race! Strike back for treating us as the dirt beneath their boots! Strike back against those who would have us call them "Master"! My Brothers, it is time to invade Morrowind! For our Ancestors! For the Hist! For Black Marsh!" and with the end of his speech, the massive army let out a roar, the likes of which none had ever heard, and charged into Morrowind.
They killed and slaughtered all who stood in their way in a divine fury of vengeance, and those who were not killed, were chased to the borders of their own province and forced to flee. Those who were left, were kept as prisoners of war. This went on for five months, until the whole of Morrowind was purged of the Dunmer. It was then that the large, dark red Argonian assembled all of his troops to the destroyed Dunmeri city of Vivec.
"We have won, my Brothers! We have driven them from their homes, we have slaughtered their armies, we have taken Morrowind! We have showed them the power of the Argonians and the Hist, we have showed them that we are not slaves, we are not less than them, we are their equals!" the dark red Argonian looked around at his cheering army and raised a hand; "No, we are not their equals, we are their superiors! We have bested them, and now, Morrowind belongs to the Hist! Long live Black Marsh, and long live the Hist!" The mass of Argonians resumed their cheering, and the large, dark red Argonian looked around with pride, they had finally achieved their revenge on the Dunmer.