» Thu Oct 14, 2010 4:06 am Prologue
4E 1, 18th Morning Star, Shadowgate Pass
Galvon Rethan wasn’t a violent Dunmer, not by any means, except of course when corrupt Imperial border officials knock him out, steal his armor, and send him to rot in the Imperial Prison.
“Who instructed you to do this?!” Galvon screamed, holding his sword to the Imperial’s throat.
“Nobody, i…it was my idea, I swear,” The Imperial stammered.
“Look at you, you are a small, meek excuse for a man,” Galvon said, growing impatient, “Listen to me fetcher, I have killed kings, gods, and god-kings. You are nothing, absolutely nothing. Do you have any idea who exactly I am? Did you know you attempted to throw the savior of Morrowind into jail?! But perhaps the world has you to thank, for if it wasn’t for me being imprisoned, the heir to the Imperial throne wouldn’t have been found and scamps would be running rampant in the countryside!”
“Li…Listen I have a family, ple….please please don’t kill me,” The Imperial protested, “It was King Helseth! Here, the letter is here and you’re armor is over there, take it and please leave me alone!”
Galvon snatched the letter, walked over to the stand and took the set of crimson armor off. He crammed it into a large leather sack, threw it over his shoulder and walked outside. The mountain air was cold, somewhat of a rarity in southern Morrowind. Galvon hated the hot humid air of southern Morrowind, which is why the Hlaalu nobleman was perfectly content with being raised in Balmora, on Vvardenfell. Vvardenfell was a hot place as well, with Red Mountain so close, but not nearly as humid as the swamp lands of the south. This is where Galvon would emerge from Shadowgate Pass, just outside Kragenmoor.
Galvon had brought his trusty horse from Cyrodiil, knowing very well the poor pony would probably end up as dinner in Kragenmoor, but Galvon had no intention of walking all the way there. Galvon arrived at Kragenmoor at around sundown, perfect timing, and despised the town the second he walked in. The smell of deceit was in the air, coming straight from the lord’s manors on the upper end of the city. That was the way of House Hlaalu, blackmail, treachery and underhanded deals were the norm, and Galvon despised it. Galvon wasn’t a born Hlaalu, he had been adopted in, from the young age of three months, when Galvon had been abandoned outside of Kragenmoor by his real parents who he had never met. The young recently wedded Rethan couple were on their honeymoon when they discovered the abandoned Dunmer baby, and they took him back with him to Balmora.
Galvon respected his parents greatly, understanding that without their kindness, he would probably have been a midnight snack for a Durzog. The Rethans were also very very unique for a Dunmer family. His mother was the daughter of a Telvanni Mage-Lord, and his father had an uncle who was a councilor in House Redoran. These family ties allowed Galvon to procure training in the arcane arts and the noble warriors way. He also met his cousins of the same age, Endar Telvanni of House Telvanni and Dalamus Nerethi of House Redoran.
Galvon’s father, Bradas Rethan was a Royal Guard in the service of King Llethan, however, with the King’s death, Bradas had disappeared, and Galvon took his place on the Guard. Galvon had met his close friend Salas Valor during those early days, when the then High Ordinator and Royal Guard had gotten in a fist fight. The two however became the best of friends, and Galvon would later spare Valor’s life. But that is later in the story.
Helseth grew to trust Galvon, and frequently selected Galvon for all matters that required personal attention. Helseth had sent Galvon to Uriel Septim, after Septim requested a champion. Galvon ultimately would be sent by the Emperor to the Iliac Bay, cementing Galvon’s place in history for the first time. Shortly after, Galvon would be sent undercover to Vvardenfell, to investigate the dangerous Sixth House, and would cement his place again, as Lord Nerevar reborn, slaying Dagoth Ur and ending the Blight. He would then return to Mournhold after the King attempted to have Galvon killed for the first time. Galvon was then caught in the conflict between Almalexia and Helseth, and did the bidding of both for a time, including Almalexia’s wish of Galvon to kill his best friend and former Hand of Almalexia, Salas Valor. Galvon spared him however, and later on would slay Almalexia after being tricked by the traitorous god who minutes before killed Sotha Sil. Galvon fulfilled the Nerevarine prophecies, with the deaths of three out of the four god-kings. Galvon attempted a hunting trip to the frozen land of Solstheim, but would later undergo yet another perilous adventure, a participant in Hircine’s hunt. Galvon emerged unscathed, after killing the avatar of Hircine.
Galvon unfortunately was not done adventuring, and also not done being a target of Helseth’s treachery, when Helseth sent him with a message for Emperor Septim, not knowing it was simply a ruse to get Galvon thrown in Imperial Prison. Fortunately for Galvon, Septim would be using a secret passage in Galvon’s cell to escape the Mythic Dawn. Thus, Galvon became known by another title, the Champion of Cyrodiil. It is Galvon’s return from Cyrodiil, where the next chapter of his story begins, Red Year, the Argonian invasion, and the near end of Dunmer culture…
