Volume III
Volume IV
Rislav the Righteous
The Ruins of Kemel-Ze
Sacred Witness: A True History of the Night Mother
Scourge of the Gray Quarter
Shadowmarks
Shezarr and the Divines
A Short History of Morrowind
A Short Life of Uriel Septim VII
Sinderion's Field Journal
Sithis
Sixteen Accords of Madness
Volume VI
Volume IX
Volume XII
Skyrim's Rule: An Outsider's View
Song of Hrormir
The Song of Pelinal
Volume 1: On His Name
Volume 2: On His Coming
Volume 3: On His Enemy
Volume 4: On His Deeds
Volume 5: On His Love of Morihaus
Volume 6: On His Madness
Volume 7: On His Battle with Umaril and His Dismemberment
Volume 8: On His Revelation at the Death of the Al-Esh
Song of the Askelde Men
Songs Of Skyrim
Songs Of Skyrim (Revised Edition)
Songs of the Return
Volume 2: The First Tale of the Darumzu
Volume 7: The Tale of the Jorrvaskr
Volume 19: The Second Tale of the Ylgermet
Volume 24: The First Tale of the Krilot Lok
Volume 56: The Final Tale of the Chrion
Souls, Black and White
Sovngarde: A Reexamination
Spirit of Nirn
Spirit of the Daedra
Surfeit of Thieves
Surviving A Horker Attack
The Tale of Dro'Zira
Ancient Tales of the Dwemer
Part I: The Ransom of Zarek
Part II
Part III: The Importance of Where
Part V: The Song of the Alchemists
Part VI: Chimarvamidium
Part IX: Azura and the Box
Part X: The Dowry
The Talos Mistake
There Be Dragons
Thief of Virtue
The Third Door
Third Era: An Abbreviated Timeline, The Last Year of the First Era
Three Thieves
Timeline Series
Volume 1: Before the Ages of Man
A Tragedy In Black
Treatise on Ayleidic Cities: Varsa Baalim and the Nefarivigum Test of Dagon
Chapter the Tenth
Trials of St. Alessia
Troll Slaying
Chapter I: I Just Saw A Troll!
Chapter II: Stop Healing Yourself
Chapter III: Finn's Secret Weapon
Chapter IV: Trimming The Fat
The True Nature of Orcs
Twin Secrets
Uncommon Taste
Varieties Of Daedra
Vernaccus and Bourlor
Wabbajack
Walking the World
Volume XI: Solitude
War of the First Council
The Warrior's Charge
Watcher of Stones
The Waters of Oblivion
The Wild Elves
The Windhelm Letters
The Wispmother: Two Theories
Withershins
The Wolf Queen
Book One
Book Two
Book Three
Book Four
Book Five
Book Six
Book Seven
Book Eight
The Woodcutter's Wife
Volume 1
Words of Clan Mother Ahnissi to her Favored Daughter
The Wraith's Wedding Dowry
Wulfmare's Guide to Better Thieving
The Yellow Book of Riddles
Yngol and the Sea-Ghosts
2920: The Last Year of the First Era
Morning Star - Book One
by Carlovac Townway
1 Morning Star, 2920
Mournhold, Morrowind
Almalexia lay in her bed of fur, dreaming. Not until the sun burned through her window, infusing the light wood and flesh colors of her chamber in a milky glow did she open her eyes. It was quiet and serene, a stunning reverse of the flavor of her dreams, so full of blood and celebration. For a few moments, she simply stared at the ceiling, trying to sort through her visions.
In the courtyard of her palace was a boiling pool which steamed in the coolness of the winter morning. At the wave of her hand, it cleared and she saw the face and form of her lover Vivec in his study to the north. She did not want to speak right away: he looked so handsome in his dark red robes, writing his poetry as he did every morning.
"Vivec," she said, and he raised his head in a smile, looking at her face across thousands of miles. "I have seen a vision of the end of the war."
"After eighty years, I don't think anyone can imagine an end," said Vivec with a smile, but he grew serious, trusting Almalexia's prophecies. "Who will win? Morrowind or the Cyrodilic Empire?"
"Without Sotha Sil in Morrowind, we will lose," she replied.
"My intelligence tells me the Empire will strike us to the north in early springtide, by First Seed at the latest. Could you go to Artaeum and convince him to return?"
"I'll leave today," she said, simply.
4 Morning Star, 2920
Gideon, Black Marsh
The Empress paced around her cell. Wintertide gave her wasteful energy, while in the summer she would merely sit by her window and be grateful for each breath of stale swamp wind that came to cool her. Across the room, her unfinished tapestry of a dance at the Imperial Court seemed to mock her. She ripped it from its frame, tearing the pieces apart as they drifted to the floor.
Then she laughed at her own useless gesture of defiance. She would have plenty of time to repair it and craft a hundred more. The Emperor had locked her up in Castle Giovesse seven years ago, and would likely keep her here until he or she died.
With a sigh, she pulled the cord to call her knight, Zuuk. He appeared at the door within minutes, fully uniformed as befitted an Imperial Guard. Most of the native Kothringi tribesmen of Black Marsh preferred to go about naked, but Zuuk had taken a positive delight to fashion. His silver, reflective skin was scarcely visible, only on his face, neck, and hands.
"Your Imperial Highness," he said with a bow.
"Zuuk," said Empress Tavia. "I'm bored. Lets discuss methods of assassinating my husband today."
14 Morning Star, 2920
The Imperial City, Cyrodiil
The chimes proclaiming South Wind's Prayer echoed through the wide boulevards and gardens of the Imperial City, calling all to their temples. The Emperor Reman III always attended a service at the Temple of the One, while his son and heir Prince Juilek found it more political to attend a service at a different temple for each religious holiday. This year, it was at the cathedral Benevolence of Mara.
The Benevolence's services were mercifully short, but it was not until well after noon that the Emperor was able to return to the palace. By then, the arena combatants were impatiently waiting for the start of the ceremony. The crowd was far less restless, as the Potentate Versidue-Shaie had arranged for a demonstration from a troupe of Khajiiti acrobats.
"Your religion is so much more convenient than mine," said the Emperor to his Potentate by way of an apology. "What is the first game?"
"A one-on-one battle between two able warriors," said the Potentate, his scaly skin catching the sun as he rose. "Armed befitting their culture."
"Sounds good," said the Emperor and clapped his hands. "Let the sport commence!"
As soon as he saw the two warriors enter the arena to the roar of the crowd, Emperor Reman III remembered that he had agreed to this several months before and forgotten about it. One combatant was the Potentate's son, Savirien-Chorak, a glistening ivory-yellow eel, gripping his katana and wakizashi with his thin, deceptively weak looking arms. The other was the Emperor's son, Prince Juilek, in ebony armor with a savage Orcish helm, shield and longsword at his side.
"This will be fascinating to watch," hissed the Potentate, a wide grin across his narrow face. "I don't know if I've even seen a Cyrodiil fight an Akavir like this. Usually it's army against army. At last we can settle which philosophy is better -- to create armor to combat swords as your people do, or to create swords to combat armor as mine do."