Nothing yet. I'm trying to make a potion with more than four effects as theoretically there can be eight effects in each potion

Aeden Dralor lie in his bed in Rethan Manor and contemplated his current situation. He still had doubts about being the Nerevarine, but his heart told him that he must continue on the path he had already set upon. Thinking about his next meeting with Nibani Maesa made him extremely nervous. Having read through the lost prophecies nearly a dozen times in the past hour, it finally started to make sense.

Somewhere deep in his body, the remnants of Corprus disease still gave him dreams of fire and blight. Although cured, he could still sense Dagoth Gares' presence in him, beckoning him to Red Mountain. Aeden rose from the bed, dressed, and equipped his set of glass armor which he acquired after a well executed mission to shut down Redoran's Epony trade. "Tomorrow", Aeden thought to himself, "Tomorrow I will travel to the Urshilaku and if Maesa-" ... He paused. If Nibani Maesa was certain that he was the Nerevarine, then his life would be very different.

After years of working for the Morag Tong and Thieves Guild, he was used to staying out of the spotlight and in the shadows. True, his time with House Hlaalu had earned him recognition and respect, but an assassin should only be famous through fear, and if he truly was the Reincarnate, then things would soon change and he would not only be famous, but a commodity for others. A target. A tool.

Aeden put his thoughts behind him. He grabbed his Daedric bow and arrows, strapped on his Ebony Longsword, bid farewell to his housemates and set out on his journey.

[Short Version at the Bottom]

From the Journal of Lucius Artorius, The Vagabond
16, Last Seed

Today I was released from prison... again. However, the folks in Cyrodiil had must have grown weary of my as they sent me to Morrowind of all places. It wasn't even the mainland either. They put me on this blightrock that is Vvardenfell.I stepped off my prison ship and entered the main building. After some old coot handed me my papers, and directed me down the hall for my official release, I found myself alone in a room filled with goodies. Hoping these Imperial bastards didn't keep tabs on their things, I nabbed a dagger, lockpick, and some gold from a small chest, not to mention a swig of their booze. Then I stepped outside. The lukewarm swamp air gripped my lungs with a stagnate pull. Looking up, I saw that the sky was nearly blotted out with dense foliage, and the silence of the prison ship was now broken with the pvssyr of insects. I looked to my right, about to enter the door leading to the rest of my life, when something caught the corner of my eye. It was in a barrel to left of the door. Among the several useless cups and utensils was a peculiar ring. Well, I supposed that was just another thing that the Imperials wouldn't miss.

His face was as angularly cut as any other of the Empire's lackeys. His hair was trimmed closely, and his body smelled of soap. Sellus Gravius, I believe his name was. Stupid monkey. While he was going on and on about The Empire and my duties for society and his other wasteful Imperial jargon, I swiped a key from the shelf behind his head. I wanted to shove a candle in his eyes. The s'wit at least gave me some drakes before I walked out the door. (I suppose their thought process was they couldn't fine me if I starve.)

Back out, again, I went into the thick swamp. Guards went about on their patrols while people went on about their business. Directly across from me I saw a building connected to the Excise Office. I stood there and pondered. When the guards were busy watching their citizens, I tried the key in the lock. It fit. Like that, I found my place in the world. Quickly and quietly, I grabbed as many things as I could. I didn't care how valuable or second-hand it was. It was going to get me money. Then, I saw something I didn't expect to find. The finks were smuggling moonsugar! I hit a goldmine. Filling the bottom of my sack with it, I took what I had and snuck out.

With this valuable, and illegal, cargo in tow, I made my way through town. I was on edge. I wasn't even five minutes free and already I had broke the law. No bother, I'm not much for society anyway, at least with what the Imperial fatcats call a society. While in thought, I nearly tripped over, and killed, a small bosmer. His name was Fargoth. Still startled from our initial contact, I asked him what he wanted. He wondered if I had seen his magic ring. Well, I showed him the ring I found in the Excise Office, and the twerp was overjoyed that I had found it. So much so that he put me in touch with the local trader, and put a good word in for me. I fenced all of stolen goods except the dagger(keeping a mind to not show the moonsugar), bought a scroll of divine intervention, and a bottle of flin to settle my nerves.

I took my gold and booze upstairs to enjoy when I came across a rather large and burly nord. He came forth to me with a proposition concerning Fargoth. Apparently, he shakes the guy down for money every week, and, recently, Fargoth had been hiding it. He offered me half of the gold I find as well as anything else if I agreed to help him. I agreed. He told me to keep watch from the lighthouse at night to see Fargoth went anywhere specific. We shook on it, I finished my flin, and set out into the surrounding area of the town to spend the day.

After loafing about a while and "inspecting" the local wildlife (bothersome creatures), I was hit with an awful smell. It smelled of rotting eggs mixed with an animal's entrails. I looked over the next hill to find the dead body of a local tax collector. On him were some identification papers, a fancy ring, 200 drakes, and a tax report. Knowing that I could profit from this endeavor I reported it to a guard. He told me, in turn, to report it to Socucius Ergalla, the first man in the Excise office. I threw the idea back and forth in my mind of whether or not to tell the man that I found money on him, but I was already committed to helping them so I handed over the septims I found. Luckilly for me, Ergalla promised me 500 septims for the head of the murderer, and so I began my detective work.

I payed my good buddy Fargoth a visit again. (Oh I do love my work.) He directed me to the proprietor of the lighthouse for more information. She stated that she only ever saw the guy get mad once, and that was at a man named Foryn Gilnith. Declaring myself judge, jury, and executioner, I confronted this individual at his "humble" shack facing the sea. As I knocked on the door, I saw that dusk was quickly coming. My timing couldn't have been perfect. I steadied "my" dagger beneath my belt, and prepped myself for the encounter.

He was a moderately sized man. How he lived in such a small shack I will never know. When asked about the murder, he openly admitted doing it. Well, that was all of the evidence that I needed. After a brief stare, we both reached for each other. I caught him above the eye with a hook, parried his punch, and followed up with a sharp uppercut. Stunned, the dunmer charged me and put my pack into his wall. I rolled to my right and threw Gilnith into his hammock, giving me time to get to my feet. Instead I stumbled back, outside of his door, and clung to the wall at his direct flank. He, too must have stumbled as he got to his feet because he turned and took an awkward step out of the open door. I gave a quick sharp knifehand chop to his throat, causing him to recoil. However, he used his momentum to throw forward a solid right punch. I parried it with my right hand, controlled his wrist with my left, chopped with my right,and thrust my body forward back into his shack. Taking his natural forward reaction, I brought his body down into a hard knee to his chest, sending him to the ground. With the chance available, I pulled out my dagger, and swiftly slit his throat.

The door shut, his body limp, I looked about his shack for anything of value. I found a neat book, but that was all. I finished Gilnith's decapitation, and promptly brought his head to Ergalla. With my 500 drakes, and a little more time to kill, I went back to the tavern for another drink before heading to my stakeout. Not wanting to put a dent in my earnings, I traded the tax man's ring for a fine bottle of cyrodiilic brandy. With that done, I climbed to the top of the lighthouse, and began to wait. It wasn't long before Fargoth showed up. In fact, the little bastard unknowingly lead me straight to his spot, which was, coincidentally, just outside Gilnith's shack.

Well, I waited for him to skedaddle, went down to his spot, and found a decent 300 septims, a lockpick, and his precious little ring. I put them all in my sack (on top of enough moonsugar to overdose a khajiit), and headed out to the silt strider that Gravius mentioned during his ramblings to begin my new life on this ash-covered rock. And for that nord, well he'll never see my face again.

Until next time,
--Lucius Artorius


Short Unnarated Version
I made a new character who is a thief with a high hand-to-hand skill and shortblade minor skill. I did the usual stuff. (steal the warehouse key, fargoth's ring, his hiding spot, and the murder) When I was boxing with Foryn, I did get sent to the ground once, almost died. I left the shack, recovered some fatigue, and went back in and kicked his ass. I threw him to the ground, grabbed the dagger, and stabbed him to death. I then stole Fargoth's stuff, didn't talk to the nord, and went to Balmora.

(Redoing the MQ) Nibani Maesa told me I should talk to the dissident priests. So I walked all the way to Balmora to ask Caius about them, and he just told me to ask Nibani. >.<; Wasted a good few hours there.

A Dwemer mechanical contraption brought me into Seyda Neen with great haste. http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj197/dagoth_jeff/ScreenShot359.jpg against a tree, after it struck down the one known as Fargoth.

Wandered around the Underworks of Molag Mar. I then traveled to Sadrith Mora from Tel Branora, and visited Tel Fyr once again.

arrived vvardenfell. bought too many clothes and am totally broke. try to make my way through the mages guild but have no money to bribe or money to buy ingredients for raise personality. feels like in rl^^

Obtained Volendrug Then got myself teleported to Magas Valor D:

Brought a Dunmer slave woman dressed as a Telvanni Bride to an Ashlander Ashkhan. Put an arrow into a Drow veteran in a shot that they will be talking about in taverns for weeks. Spent 200 gold on a Nord woman that had the cutest....

er, um, had Gatanas fashion me another round of Daedric arrows. She then danced as I watched her.

I started a new game with my newly created (and only half finished - gotta make the females...) fox race. Found out the weight was too high for the height I gave them. Have to tweak it some more.

Dressed in a full set of Glass Armor, Angatheal walked into the Godsreach region of Mournhold. The Ash-storms she had created through the Karstangz-Beharn, on Almalexia's command. The once crowded and lively streets were now empty, the decorative trees and plants choking beneath the clouds of ash. She was scared, not only for the city and it's people, but for her own sake; Almalexia had sent her to find and kill Salas Valor, the mad Ordinator that wandered Godsreach.

Despite having survived numerous odds as the Nerevarine, Angatheal felt that attempting to fight a insane Hand of Almalexia would be nothing short of suicide. But the goddess (apparently) had some faith in her, and she did not want to disappoint the healing-mother. The Ash-storms made it not only difficult to breath, but also obstructed her vision, and she could barely make out the silhouettes of the High-Ordinator guards as they wandered through the city, voluntarily ignoring the bizarre weather.

Suddenly, Angatheal heard several heavy bootsteps behind her, but she didn't need to turn around to know who it was, as she heard him call out..

"So, you're her new dog now?"

Name: Sannivio
Class: Battlemage
Race: Breton
Sign: the Lady
Imperial Legion: Trooper
Mages Guild: Conjurer:
Temple: Acolyte
Imperial Cult: Initiate

(extract from his journal)


Currently at Imperial Chapels, now that my abilities are bettered with my intense legionary exercises and trainings (current lev. 7), i prepare for join a quest for Kaye, as Shrine Sergent: after i did 2 Healers and 1 Almoners, now i want better also my magical and military skills, gain access to new spells and selling options, and have a promotion or better two.

After done the first 2 Shrine Sergent quests, if i wil, survive thanks to the Nine, i will come back to Balmora, for a grand expedition in the Ashlands.

Since i was there, for have Manwe dues and talk with the Telvanni about joining the Guild, i was in love for this rugged, savage, inhospital place that entered in my heart like a poisoned arrow: i can't resist, i want know more, and more about Ashlands.
Damn my romantic heart, i want this very hardly. As will be sure a long journey with many perils in and outside of the road, after all i'm a Battlemage, graduated to the Imperial War School: maybe others will fail, but I'm sure to reach, because my training and my own abilities are better and higher than any other so-called adventurer here in Vvardenfell.
My plan is to come at the crossroad near Punabi, then place my ranger tent there, bring my bedroll, armor and weapons, then start to explore all around, leaving near the base camp a Mark for a fast retreat if needed. After i will have explored the chosen area, i will move my camp in another place, and continue West and North for have a reasonable idea of the land, then in the process i will mark every cave, grotto, or mine in whick i will stumble, for future references, and of course also fortresses, shirines and Daedric complexes. All must designed in my own map, if i can, because culture and adventure comes together.

But for now i will rest some hours before the new day: today i will start my Shrine Sergent mission, and, as Battlemage and member of the Imperial Legion, i will reach my objectives or die in the attempt.

Glory to Tiber Septim, and may the Three and the Nine bless me with victory.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/SwedeIndeed/spel/elderscrolls/erunionbush.jpg, Bosmer http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/SwedeIndeed/spel/elderscrolls/scout.jpg
Knight-Errant of the Imperial Legion,


a short episode from his journey from Sadrith Mora to hunt down the foul Daedroth Hrelvesuu, what would later become known as the "Battle at Nchurdamz", as told in his journal:

Not much, just watched two Centurions at the Robot Arena battle it out while waiting for Trueflame to be completed.

I made a new character, did a few things around Seyda Neen to get some money, and thought I'd try and make a shortcut back to the Census and Excise Office by hoping over the rope railings on the side of the bridge after killing the murderer of the tax collecter, and got stuck. No saves. There's an hour I'll never get back.

Though in so many years, the only hour I've ever truly wasted in Morrowind.

I killed those two egg poachers, south of Balmora, for the thousandth time.

I made a bunch of clothes and went to Tel Vos to sell them, and stole a few things from Aryon's tower while i was there, which supplemented my money so i could buy more bolts of cloth.

And joined House Hlaalu.

Finally got my financial breakthrough, went from around 10k to 70k by selling loot to Creeper, its hard since I don't loot NPC:s I kill except if they have rare or very HQ stuff on them. I also solved the murder of Ralen Hlaalo and as a result joined the ranks of House Hlaalu, I'm just about to start building my Stronghold

So, I just joined the forum today, as you can tell. I used to be here a lot back in high school, years ago, when the game was fairly new. Forget what my username was. But anyway. Time to get you all up to date.

My character's story started a few days ago (in real time). He was a not-so-humble Altmer named Caerendevwin who was not so happy about being shipped to Vvardenfell on a prison ship. After being released, he got himself a respectable set of robes and set out to regain some respectability. He quickly made his way through the ranks of the Mages' Guild, and with happiness in his heart he took his first item of power -- the Necromancer's Amulet -- from around the neck of ex-Archmage Trebonius. On the road to power and fame, he joined the Great House of Telvanni, ready to show them what he could do.

Enjoying the unfettered style of the Telvanni compared to the Imperially-sanctioned Mages' Guild, he went to work with a will, and within weeks found himself a high ranking Telvanni Wizard. With a bit of respectability and power under his belt, he finally deigned to open that letter he was given the day he arrived, and find out who this Caius Cosades figure was. Feeling charitable, he decided to play along for a while and find out why, indeed, he'd been sent to this place.

After he grew tired of this, he set to work on his second item of power -- a fully fledged stronghold, complete with its own town (Building Up Uvirith's Grave mod). After working so hard for months, he decided to take a rest while the town grew up around his tower. He worked on his alchemy and studied the books and artifacts of Dwemer that he'd amassed during his adventuring and which he http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot19.jpg.

Hearing rumors of this Nerevarine Prophecy nonsense, and remembering Caius saying something about it, he left the construction of his stronghold in the capable hands of the foreman and headed back to Balmora. He learned that apparently they thought HE was this character, which of course was utter nonsense. Dismissing it from his mind, he set out on his third item of power -- vampiric blood. Having heard rumours of some residing in a tomb near his stronghold, he set out, slaughtering them easily with his magics and extracting the blood from their bodies to infect himself with. Marveling in the experience of such power flowing through his veins, he ran the lengths of the island in the night, gathering yet more items of power, one in particular that he'd heard of in the north -- the http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot7.jpg, a fearsome garment that would make him unstoppable.

However, he quickly grew tired of this most recent game and sought a way to rid himself of it. Learning of a daedric lord that would help him become normal again, he set out to Bal Ur and did what he had to do. Finishing that business, he filed the knowledge he'd gained as a nightwalker away and began his next task -- creation of his own items of power. He fashioned for himself a helm that made him even more brilliant than he already was, as well as a Daedric Staff that would leech the very life out of his victims. He gave it the name he'd fashioned for himself as a vampire -- the Dark Shepherd, and this was to be http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot2.jpg. To accompany this, he fashioned http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot3.jpg -- http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot4.jpg, http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot6.jpg, and http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot5.jpg.

Pleased at the town that had sprung up around his tower, Caerendevwin finally turned his attention to this Nerevarine business to find that Caius was quite serious about it. And that is where he stand at this moment, talking with the Ashlander tribes and the two other Great Houses -- for surely his own Telvanni would vote for him in a hearbeat -- to convince them to unite behind him, for he held the Moon-and-Star.

I got killed by a topless Redguard vampire... :blink:

She got me with her dagger because I was distracted by her other weapons :drool:

Entered inside the ruin of Norenen-Dur, beneath Bamz-Amschend to look for some Pyroil Tar to set Trueflame alight.

15 Sun's Dawn, 3E 427

I find myself in a ponderous state. I have managed to gather the four Ashlander tribes and the three Great Houses behind me. I have http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot17.jpg, and he has http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot16.jpg, a necessity when the time comes for me to handle the tools of Kagrenac, Keening and Sunder. He suggests that I prepare myself for the assault on Red Mountain, and I find this to be good advice.

17 Sun's Dawn, 3E 427

Having spent the last day and a half researching my spells and gathering my equipment, http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot26.jpg past Ghostgate, staring up at the monstrosity that is Red Mountain; its heights are lost in the red clouds. I have no fear of the corprus monsters, however. They stand no chance against my own personal favorite spell, http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot30.jpg, a specialty I devised in my time among the Telvanni.

(later)

I fought my way through the passes of Red Mountain to Odrosal. In it, I stood victorious over the second Ash Vampire that I have encountered, the first being in Kogoruhn months ago. Stepping over his corpse, I ascend the ladder into the tower and find myself staring at http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot29.jpg. Taking it up carefully with my hand wrapped in the Wraithguard, I slip it into my robes and hurry on my way to find the Sunder hammer.

(yet later)

Having taken down yet another of Dagoth Ur's accursed Ash Vampires, I find myself in possession of the second Tool, Sunder; no impressive placement for this one, however. It was simply tucked into the Vampire's sash.

(later still)

While the Tools are certainly the most important part of this venture, I find my most recent locales to be the more interesting -- Endusal, Kagrenac's Study and Tureynulal, Kagrenac's Library. While their contents were http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot31.jpg (and the fourth) I was required to defeat, I consider it to be worth the effort, for I have found two notebooks written by Kagrenac himself (as well as an interesting set of schematics for a construct). While I have not managed to decipher any of the Dwemeri script yet, I feel that these might help, and could hold information important to my quest for power. I must keep these safe while I finish my assault on the Red Mountain.

18 Sun's Dawn, 3E 427

I find myself staring at a humbling sight, and that is a phrase that may never leave these lips again. The http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot32.jpg - the endless red twisters of blight dust and volcanic ash nearly blinding me. However, it is time to head into the heart of Dagoth Ur's power and face him once and for all.

19 Sun's Dawn, 3E 427

The Devil is dead. I went in unsure what to expect. I battled my way through hordes of his minions, countless Dagoths fell before me, and I finally made it to the http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot33.jpg, if he can still be called such. We talked of things; the state of Tamriel and of the Empire. Both of our plans for Vvardenfell and any power that we might walk away from this conflict with. However, I am not such a fool as to copy these things down in writing for others to learn of and perhaps foil. The battle was fearsome, as was he. My most powerful spells could not harm him. Even my Grand Magefire seemed to simply wash over him, leaving him unscathed. I was forced to retreat right up against the empty shell of Lorkhan, the Sunder hammer gripped in my hand. Seeing no other way out, I swung it with all my might at the Heart, hearing a resounding gong echo throughout the Heart Chamber. Piercing the Heart with Keening over and over, I wept inside at the power that I could have had had I been able to defeat Dagoth Ur without destroying the Heart. However, to live with less power is better than to die. The Devil fell into the magma below, his power gone with the Heart, and I departed...

...only http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot36.jpg. She spoke words to me, words that even now are fading from my memory, but I felt my spirit lighten as her presence left me. I write these words in this journal now http://i1012.photobucket.com/albums/af244/judeferguson42/ScreenShot37.jpg. It will be interesting to see how things progress from this day forth. It is most certainly not the end.

I blew up balmora

I successfully wood-carved a mushroom stool today and was inspired!

I'm gonna move out of Hla Oad, and into the wilderness, like Spongebob Naturepants.

I'm gonna build a house with no walls. Using all the furniture I can make with complete Morrowind.

Angatheal is off into the Clockwork City to face Sotha Sil to save Mournhold and take her place amongst the gods..
She won't be ready for the special surprise at the end...