Orcish Morrowind 2012: Day 2

Pelagiad is an empty, pointless, almost depressing town. There is nothing of interest here. I chatted with the locals for a bit before I discovered that it was apparently a retirement town for Imperial Legion soldiers with the fort being built after more people moved here and trade increased between Seyda Neen and Balmora. The tavern I stayed at was nice enough though.

Balmora took no time to arrive at. I asked around town to see what all it had on offer. This, I believe homeless, Argonian named Huul informed me of several guilds in town, the local religious temple and pointed me in the direction of the Great House Hlaalu. In the midst of conversation I noticed Huul continued to breathe deeper and deeper and seemed to be leading us to some shady back alley. Soon enough he turned the conversation asking me if I was trying to move any of my moon sugar.

I'd never heard of moon sugar before, but that was apparently the identity of that wonderful smelling sugar I had found in that slaver's den. It is a narcotic in high demand here in Morrowind, really popular with the cats. A user can create skooma out of it, a drink that affects user's the same way the sugar does, some of which I had picked up earlier as well. My first day here and I was already getting involved in some heavy shit. He told me a friend of his, Ra'virr, was looking to buy some and would pay well for it.

We departed soon after and I decided to head to Ra'virr's, he wasn't hard to find, right near the entrance of the shopping district actually. He greeted me and immediately he knew what sort of business I was there for. An offer was made, but he wasn't expecting anyone to show up with quite as much product as I had acquired. He promised if he could have it all now he'd be able to pay off the rest within the week. He knew people desperate for some more of that sugar.

I came to a moral dilemma. I didn't want this stuff on me anymore, not after discovering it's sinister and highly illegal nature. Though I didn't want to continue poisoning the sick. Lastly I didn't trust this cat, especially not with this high of a debt right as I met him. I sold him what he could afford, and he angrily requested I reconsider. I told him I could not, and to find me when he had more money, I didn't want to distribute it but due to a lack of septim and not really wanting the risk of carrying that many drugs on me I was willing to supply him with whatever moon sugar I found on my journeys.

As I turned to leave his hammer smashed into the wall just behind my head destroying his shelf. He'd lost it. Perhaps he had been the desperate junkie all along. I drew my mace to defend myself and the scuffle that followed ended up destroying a lot of his random plates and other assorted dishes. Eventually his hammer slammed hard against my bone and that's all it took. He might have gotten pissed, but nothing knows rage like an Orc. The next few seconds were a flurry of red and pathetic ear piercings screeches. Ra'virr had been slain.

I fell against the wall exhausted. Two days on this island and already the proud owner of two decent homes, but at what cost? I left my homeland to improve myself, and my world. This is how I choose to spend my time? But I digress.. It's morning as I write this, my arm is nearly healed. I need to look for work, though my coin purse has been filling quite considerably since I landed here, steady pay would always be nice.

-Mar-Graz III

Orcish Morrowind 2012: Day 1

Pelagiad, Halfway Tavern. It's not so bad I suppose. My first day in this place has been quite the adventure though. I'm not sure what I'm looking for here, in Vvardenfell, exactly. Inner peace perhaps? What is peace for an Orc? Hmm.

I arrived here in the small port town of Seyda Neen. The Imperial's posted there got angry when the small boat I was on landed, and after a bit of needless yelling they finally let us go without a fine or anything. As I saw the man who sailed me here off I heard a local Dunmer muttering insults about Orc's, he had witnessed the whole Imperial ordeal. He didn't seem to take their side, as several Imperial insults were interspersed with the Orcish ones. I don't take kindly to racism. I followed him back to his house and before he knew what was happened slaughtered him. No one noticed, but for several hours I suffered from quite a bit of guilt. That was not who I wish to be anymore. No more killing in cold blood.

I wandered around town a bit and talked with the locals, they all told me to go to some city named Balmora, the city I'm headed to now. With all of the shit I went through today it's no surprise I couldn't make the walk in one day. Anyway, a lot of the townsfolk mentioned that a local tax collector had gone missing. Being low on gold I asked if there was any reward for finding him. No one had heard anything, but they all suggested I go ask a local official. Socucius Ergalla, unfortunately one of the men I argued with upon my arrival, happened to be the official in question. He informed me that no reward had been posted as of yet, but hinted that no bad could come from helping out the dear Imperial Legion.

I figured I might as well go see if I couldn't find him in the nearby marshes. On my way out I nicked a few items though. A lockpick, some gold, and most importantly a key. This key happened to be a warehouse key and allowed me entrance into a treasure trove of goodness! I'm almost fully equipped with heavy armor, a handful of weapons, plenty of money, and this strange, sugary substance. The smell is, unlike anything I've ever smelled. I don't know why I'm compelled to hang on to it...

Out in the marshes the most peculiar thing occurred, I found quite a fancy looking book laying abandoned in the road. No sooner had I picked it up did I hear screaming from above. Suddenly a damned Bosmer came crashing to the ground with a bone snapping thud. As it turned out this fool elf was attempting to create a new form of travel via scrolls that increased jumping abilites exponentially. It seemed he had trouble with getting the effect to last until he finally came back to earth. Hah, damned fool elf.

Soon after this I discovered the body of the tax collector, and I came to an incredible realization. By some random happenstance I had this man's ring in my possession already. See the murderer of this man is none other than that foul racist Dunmer I killed earlier that day. I had done nothing more than enact swift justice, without even knowing it. My demeanor changed needless to say. Ironic considering all the bloodshed involved. Orcish habits die hard.

I got paid a small sum and was informed that the tax collector had a lover who might be interested in the ring as a keepsake. I visited her and returned his ring. I left her crying in her door frame, she needed to be alone. Elves are weak creatures. I was finally on my way, and the sun was already starting to set.

A cave caught my interest though, I'm glad it did too. Right outside of Seyda Neen, literally right around the corner was a small band of slavers! They didn't stand a chance. I assumed the first one was just some bandit and as she attacked me I took her down with ease. As I continued into the lair I discovered the cage with some poor Khajiit and Argonian's locked away. I freed them and wasted no time in hunting down the rest of their captors. My rage fueled my attacks. Bloodlust drove every swing. Their skulls were no match for the steel of a berserking Orc's mace.

I ransacked what goods they had, some scrolls of unlocking, some gold and more of that delicious smelling sugar. I made my way to Pelagiad and now, I must say, I'm quite exhausted. Tomorrow will be the real start of my life here, of all the wretched places in Tamriel.
-Mar-Graz III

A Quick Note

I just added a handful of new mods to pretty up the game a bit. You'll notice, hopefully, better textures on the landscape, clothes, weapons, armor, books and signs. Mods that have been installed from the get go are better bodies and heads, all the official add-on's, the Illuminated Order quest line which I personally enjoy a great deal, better beasts, a faster walk mod, a couple "ecology" mod's that add animals to the world, Vvardenfell Libraries and Protective Guards. Just figured I'd make mention of them now while addressing why screen shots may suddenly look better.

-Malons

Blogging Morrowind 2011: Day 11

Last night, for bed, I found a local orc and swiftly murdered him in cold blood and took his home. Quite a nice fellow that one. For a slow green bugger.

I went around exploring, stealing and what not. I found a rather nice frost spear, it goes well with my fire spear. I have a full set now it seems! Not too much else to say about around town, the Mage's Guild was empty really, and no one had anything easily stolen that was worth it. What a lame town.

I decided to wander around the outskirts of town, and managed to run into a stark naked nord. Quite a bit more interesting than anything else Caldera had to offer at least. Eh. He claimed a witch nearby stole his axe and made off with his clothes at well! The wench! We set off after her. As we wandered I came across an orc who seemed to be chatting with himself. When I approached him he just sort of grunted and hinted at me to leave. I obliged him and looked for the witch.

Finally we found her and I spoke to her before the Nord managed to catch up. She claimed he had been quite rude and from the sound of it he actually deserved his fate. I don't like being toyed with. It was around this time that he showed up. By the time he got done yelling about how that was the witch who had wronged him my spear had found it's way into his shoulder. After that I ended his life quickly. I spoke with the witch and let her be.

The Caldera Mining Corporation was next on my agenda. It was a short walk from Caldera and immediately upon arriving I found one of the Telvanni agents. An archer. He was an almost competent opponent, but I still slew him with no real challenge. The cave behind him held the other three agents. I tried to lure one to the entrance, but they all followed. I suppose human minds aren't quite so easy to fool. It made no difference in the end. I lost myself in the battle and before I knew what had happened they all laid before dead.

I think I'm getting too good at this. I need to take a rest for now.

-Unoob Featherclout

Blogging Morrowind 2011: Day 10

It didn't take long to locate Bluelle's estate. Though it turns out I had wasted my damn time. It wasn't a handcrafted gift so much as a novelty given to them by her husband's boss essentially. I don't know, some rich Imperial who printed their name on the damn thing. I didn't mind, but then she went on to explain how all she could offer was her gratitude. She was just a farm girl with no money, even though her husband is always away working. I don't care much for those who waste my time...

I didn't have anything in mind for the day so I decided to head back to Balmora see if there was anything for me to do there. Almost immediately I heard word of a Camonna Tong member who was staying at a nearby corner club, and drunkenly yelled she would one day lay waste to me for the heinous acts I committed. I suppose this is the reason Larrius didn't pay me. I burst into the familiar hide out and headed to the rooms, there she was, stumbling to get her door unlocked. I called out and as she recognized my voice she came at me. She fell to the floor before even unleashing one attack, bloody drunken fool. The bartender thanked me on the way out, though cautiously. I think he's afraid.

I made my way to Larrius as soon as she died and he bequethed unto me a ring, and some knowledge. He noticed that I was a spear user, and had heard mention of two rare spears. One was owned by a shop keep in Ald-Ruhn, the other was being used by some cultist or some such nonsense living to the West in a ruin named Hlormaren. I have no idea where that iss, but I do have a general sense of where Ald'Ruhn is, and Caldera is on the way!

Off to the North I went. Nothing too exciting happened, though I did find the body of a junkie. He had a good quality skooma pipe on him, and a note to a person named Tsiya or something. The name sounds familiar and the note mentioned the pipe belonged to her. I took it for the express purpose of returning it. No more late nights with the Pilgrim's Path.. heh.

At last, before me laid a new town. My first goal, find a home.

-Unoob Featherclout

Blogging Morrowind 2011: Day 9

I found something somewhat unsettling today. I couldn't find any evidence of who's home this was, how old it was, or who it happened to belong to. There's a weird exploratory gene in me, I don't know where it came from, but I really enjoy exploration. Finding a ruin like this is fascinating.

Well, alright, it's just a house, but still. It filled me with a strange sense of wonderment, enough to start off my journal entry with! I found this house while searching for a woman named Bluelle. I'm not sure who she is, however a while ago I stumbled upon a bowl and etched along the side was the name Bluelle. Some town folk in Pelagiad mentioned the name and I inquired. Apparently she lived across the lake. It always bugged me, that bowl. I mean I'm a thief, but I have morals. That didn't look like a brand, that looked like a hand crafted gift.

I ran into the ruins on my way to Balmora, I left the bowl in my home there. I hoofed it back to Pelagiad and started my hunt. Along the way I found a place, the Dren Plantation? It had a lot of workers, and slaves, and guards? I'll have to break in some time later, heh. The only slaves I found were Khajiit... No real reason to rescue them..

I continued on my way East to find the bowl owner, however a man with a pack Guar stopped me and asked for an escort to Vivec. Bloody Vivec. That place is damn gigantic. He was a merchant though, might be worth my while I thought and made a quick detour to Vivec. It really wasn't too much of a pain to get there. Aside from him and his stupid Guar falling off the damn bridges.. Morons..

It didn't take long and I got him to his destination, in the canalworks of one of the cantons in Vivec. That city. Ugh. Too big. Too.. elvish. Urgh. I'll explain it some other time, I'm sure there is lots for an Argonian like me to accomplish there. On my way out however, I noticed a sign of a Khajiit healer. I don't remember his name, Ra'something. It matters not. I was bored, and irritated. A Khajiit death was the perfect way to kick back after such an annoying day. Tomorrow I will find Bluelle and finally return her damned bowl. After all this trouble it better damn well be worth it!

-Unoob Featherclout

Blogging Morrowind 2011: Day 8

Today started with just a bit of mountain climbing. Not a big deal really, mostly since nothing actually attacked me. My trip to Hla Oad was a quick trip, and I'm quite thankful for that. I asked around town about stolen dwemer artifacts. All leads quickly led me to a place called Fat-Leg's Drop Off. Disgusting name. And of course who happens to stand in my way?

Yeah, a fucking Khajiit. With glee I slew the monster and reacquired Habasi's artifacts. Killing a Khajiit for a Khajiit is an odd feeling, but still. One less Khajiit to pollute my lovely marshes.

I wandered around town a bit more, it reminded me of home, aside from all the Imperial influences throughout. I departed to Balmora, Hla Oad is a pretty empty place. Another quick bit of mountain climbing and I was back in Balmora. Originally here I wrote home. Do I even have a home here in this land? Eh.

I took the arifacts back to Habasi. She thanked me and told me of a member of the guild you got held up back in Pelagiad. I offered to head over and help him out, by now I've gotten quite used to the town, though I'd never gone to the little Imperial fort over there. The trip was short, and I found our agent's jailor shortly after arriving. It didn't take much sweet talking to figure out the jailor wasn't so innocent.

Apparently she had some underhanded dealings with some dwemer artifacts that she was hiding at a nearby store. It took only moments to break in and take off with the items. I confronted the orc jailor and managed to twist her words against her, along with the stolen evidence. Foolish orcs. Such an easy creature to baffle. Heh.

I slunked back to my house afterwards. I'll report to Habasi tomorrow. I'm feeling quite nostalgic for home now, and I'm quite confused by how obsessed everyone here seems to be with dwemer related bits. They're a dead society, they aren't worth the effort.

-Unoob Featherclout

Blogging Morrowind 2011: Day 7

I'm still pretty worn out from yesterday, and today didn't help matters at all!

My next mission from Caius was to get more information on some Sixth House cult? I don't know why he's so interested in all of this cult behavior, but I supposed that's not exactly my business. He told me to speak with a local orc at the mage's guild. Apparently we've got a necromancer among us, heheh. I don't really mind, I just hope for her sake she's never discovered. She sent me to retrieve some skull of some dead dunmer. Ugh. More tomb diving.

Ironically, as I approached the tomb near Pelagiad, I realized that it was one that I'd failed to mention before. See, I really don't like tombs. They're not natural places. The living do not belong down there. On my way from Seyda Neen to Pelagiad though I decided to stop in. I killed a ghost, then got spooked and left. I was hoping I'd never have to divulge that, and.. I really didn't need to, but it's too late now. Ink and all. At the bottom of the tomb lied the skull I was searching for and I was quite embarrassed a couple of skeletons spooked me out of there earlier.

I stopped in at my old shack in Pelagiad, and was flipping through the book I got from the local church the Pilgrim's Path, when I stumbled upon one of the uh.. spots of prayer? I guess? I don't really get it. It was nearby though, the Fields of Kummu. So off I went. On my way I ran into a fellow pilgrim, she wasn't much though, I mean, she was just a woman, a true pilgrim. She asked me for safe passage to the Fields of Kummu and I gladly offered my help.

I never really thought about that. I mean, the one we went to was not that difficult to get to, as we got there with, I think, no fighting what so ever. But what of some of these other areas? I'll definitely be there to help any wayward pilgrim's get to their place of prayer if they require it. Why? I guess at my core, I really am a quality Argonian.

Short day really, mostly walking. After I prayed I parted ways with that woman and headed back to Pelagiad. Looking over some maps the settlement of Hla Oad is just over these mountains to the West. I'm pretty sure there were some spots even I could scale. Habasi, damned furball, asked me to go check up on some dwemer artifacts. I think that'll be my goal for tomorrow. I'm going to go read and sleep a bit first.

-Unoob Featherclout

Blogging Morrowind 2011: Day 6

I had a crazy night last night, and it made me decide to check out the local church this morning. Strange, I know, but whatever. If you knew about last night, you knew I wasn't really in the clearest of mind-states. Overall, they don't seem too insane, and before I can accept any work I have to first go on a pilgrimage around, what I'm assuming will be, most of Vvardenfell. Should be interesting.

Aside from that I've been hearing some rumors about a man named Larrius Varro at the nearby Imperial fort, thing, whatever. He had been looking for a competent warrior for some under the table work. Turns out some Camonna Tong agents were hanging out in one of the local bars. Right under our own damn noses! Hah. Good work Balmora's guard. Anyway, he kept referring to them as the "bad people", I waltzed in, talked some shit, and before ya knew it I had them all dead on the ground. Or so I thought. I went back to Larrius Varro and he just kept telling me that the job hadn't been done and for me to get the hell out of there. Obviously this was against regulation.

Somewhat annoyed I decided to partake in some, uh, thievery. Heh. I know it's not the best hobby, but what can I say? Old habits right? I broke into a couple stores, stole some minor things, nothing of any real importance. Then I remembered Habasi had asked me to steal her a diamond, lazy cat.. grr. Sorry. I went and snatched that up right quick, easy job. I am just starting at there though, hopefully they up the challenge soon.

After obtaining the diamond I reported in, and ironically had the next item she had wanted too. One of the Camonna Tong members had worked at uh Neo, Nerano, Neko? I don't know. Some stupid N-manor over on the rich side of town. I didn't put the key to use before I handed it over. Foolish Unoob. I headed over to see what Caius wanted me to do. It ended up being a pretty long goose chase. Well. Not too long.

I had to meet an informant in the fighter's guild, but he wanted me to go explore some dwemer ruins. I was actually pretty excited, I'd never been in any actual dwemer ruins, lost society and what not, incredibly exciting to me. On my way some random necromancer tried to impede my path. Killing him was pretty fun. I slew his first skeleton servant, and as he was summoning his second I managed to aim my spear so it went just under his armor and hit one of his organs.

He bled out rather quickly.

The ruins were literally right behind this guy and I delved in. They had some amazing architecture. Beyond beautiful. Next time I find some I'll have to take draw some sketches to always have it with me. Beautiful. Aside from that, some crazies were, I believe, living there. They all attacked me on sight so I gladly struck them all down. After slaying them all, I found who I assume to be their boss. He didn't last longer than any of his cronies. Next to him on a shelf was the item the informant had wanted me to grab.

I quickly made my way back to Balmora, luckily I'd killed everything between the ruins and the town so it was a rather uneventful trip back. I returned the box and he gave me some information on some Nerverine cult or prophecy. I don't know. Doesn't really concern me. I gave the information to Caius, he thanked me and it's really late now so I'm gunna go to the dreamswamp now.

-Unoob Featherclout

Blogging Morrowind 2011: Day 5

Today was a good day.

I awoke and headed out of Balmora to the nearby Shulk Egg Mine. On the way I found a, erm, dunmer tomb. I'm not superstitious by any means, but... The life of the wanderer demanded it. I entered. I don't much care for undead, unholy bastards. There really wasn't much of note here, aside from a few ghosts and skeletons. Luckily I had gotten my hands on a some sort of flame-enchanted spear and made short work of these.. things. I don't really understand what the dunmer do here.. let the dead rest.

After that short excursion I headed to the egg mine, I was at my destination within minutes. Outside two egg.. workers? I don't know what they call themselves, approached me and explained the situation, two ex-workers have become poachers and are stealing eggs. Once inside I discovered some of the vilest creatures I'd ever had the grotesque pleasure of meeting. Putrid, stinking things. I ran to the back of the cave and pumped into the two poachers and made short work of them. They used pick axes, dirty barbarians. The stood no chance against my spear. Heh.

By the time I got back in town half the day was gone! It was a pretty eventful day at least. Ehh. I went to the bar afterwards to unwind a bit, some man was apparently making crazy claims to wanting to be a lich or some such nonsense.. I didn't pay it much mind, but I might go check out the cave he mentioned. There may be something worth plundering.. Heh. I also heard a rumor. The legendary thieves guild, apparently exists, and they have factions all over Vvardenfell! I must find my brothers! I needed to report back in though.

I returned to my guilds and got promotions in all of them! I don't remember what my rank is specifically, but tomorrow I can inquire. My next fighter's guild mission led me all the way out to Caldera, ugh. I'm not quite done with affairs in town I don't think, so I'll get to that later. Some spies are apparently working on the mine... That does sound kind of important..

But it matters not! For you see, just before falling asleep, I was walking around the slummier half of town and found a little club that I'd heard mention of. Lo and behold, I had finally found the thieves guild, my guild. I found the leader though, wasn't exactly the brother I was expecting...

Damn Khajiit! After joining up though, I managed to relieve some stress. I swear. It was just a one time thing!

-Unoob Featherclout