The Morrowind Stories Thread.

[DeZmond]

The Daedra Hunter
Story Pictures​

Tales were told of my first encounter with a Draemora, during which I acquired the Ebony Longsword. After that day, I'd resolved to clear the daedra from the mortal plane of Morrowind. To that end, I'd been in training. My destructive spellcasting ability increased. A complement of 50 silver arrows sat in my inventory next to a silver longbow. And... I'd found a red robe that I really liked.​

Equipment in hand, I travelled the West Gash region of Morrowind, following the worn path forged through the ashlands. The wildlife was unusually agressive, however given the fact they'd been cursed by the blight it was perhaps understandable.​

Somewhere along the route, I came across an ancient ruin. A stone structure jutted out roughly from the ash, just as the skies rumbled and rain began falling. A shadow appeared through a gap in the ruins - a sign of movement inside. Readying my longbow, I crept closer, and through the rain I saw a Clannfear, a vicious Daedra beast, patrolling a patch of ground. My bow string briefly tightened, and then was still. My silver arrow whacked the Clannfear in the back and with a small roar it fell dead on the ground.​

Moving further through the ruins, I saw a structure with stairs leading to an ancient shrine - guarded by a Draemora. Again my trusty bow sent forth an arrow, but this time it merely glanced off the armour of the Draemora. Que one very unhappy demon flying down the stairs towards me with a Dwarven sword. Oh crickey.​

I began retreating, avoiding fireballs as they went flying past. Then, reaching a dead end, I turned around to face my foe. Just as he went to pull out his Dwarven sword, I had already drawn my Ebony Longsword and was rapidly advancing on him in what can only be described as a sucidal death charge.​

"AAARRRRGGGH!!!!!" I screamed as I lay into the Draemora, my high speed skill allowing me to dodge most of the blows from the pale sword of my opponent. Gradually I began cutting through the armour and I watched as his health grew ever weaker.​

In a moment of brazen stupidity, I put away my sword. My health was still high, and I felt I was winning the battle. Time for some fun. Out came my gloved fists. A swift right hook brought the raging opponent to a brief standstill.

Taking advantage of this, I prepped my silver longbow and arrow; a short 'ting' later and the Draemora crumpled before me, turning into dust.

Turning to leave, I briefly examined the Dwarven sword. It was a fine sword, made expertly and with care. I picked it up, ran it through my fingers, and then threw it back on the ground. A hunter always travels light.

DeZmond: 2. Daedra: 0.​

 

[Carth]

That daedra tried to talk to you, and in return you killed it, then all of its kin

 

[DeZmond]

That daedra tried to talk to you, and in return you killed it, then all of its kin

All of its kin? Now there's an idea! Thanks carth!

Oh, and if you mean "I will crush you under my boot, mere mortal" is considered an intelligent and friendly conversation, then oops!

 

[Fuzzy Bunny]

I ran into a few other Daedra that left me alone... until I killed their master
Earned myself a Daedric daikatana for that.

 

[social_outcast]

Story from last time I played Morrowind:

Its Second Seed now, but you can never tell when you live so deep in Vvardenfell's ashlands. The cliff racers look as though theyve been breeding like frenzied bunnys with four wings and a taste for humanoid blood, bandits still live in the hills nearby and every other day its a sand-storm, but if your smart enough to live in an abandoned dwemer tower like myself, you dont need to give a damn.

Im only stopping home at shishara for a few nights to organise my equipment and drop off some valuables I collected whilst tearing winged twilights to shreds on a recent trip near Sadrith Mora.

Im working for the thieves guild in between the blades (funny story: I exacted a little revenge on the ordinators of Molag Mar, that led onto a crime spree, then a revolt - when theres a price as high as 30,000 drakes on your head, the thieves guild is where you turn). Weird contract this week: the boys and girls over at wolverine hall want me to steal a cooking book, of all things, from a noble in Ald'Rhuun - not exactly the charismatic life of crime Ive grown accustomed to.
This job requires a subtlty -- even the most absurd of stealth operations are stealth operations none the less -- so I doubt Ill be needing half a glass armour suit and a Daedric Daikatana along with me on this one.

I head over to my room on the towers upper level (where I keep my records, priced weapons, valued books and faithul bed) and place the oblivion forged blade lovingly next to the 6 other blades of its kind on the shelf. I walk over to my dresser and put all but the glass boots, which I leave ontop of a chest, inside, and change into one of the lavish robes Ive aquired in my year roaming Vvardenfell. After a quick meal of crab meat and bittergreen downstairs, I walk through the ancient towers candle lit hall and exit into the ashlands.

Good, its early morning and last nights dustStorm has subsided, cant get too cocky though, even now I hear racers screeches in the distance - I make sure my priced demon bow is at the ready for danger, and whats a wood elf without a bow anyway?
Ald'rhuuns a good bit north-west from here, Ill have to cut through ghost gate, then maybe Caldera -- I could double back to Balmora and take a silt strider all the way there, but it should be faster by foot aslong as I dont run into anything unwanted
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Now problems at all until Im stuck in the canyon between GhostGate and the West Gash - I tried climbing the cliff to the north to take a shortcut I knew, but ended up slipping right behind the walls of a Daedric ruin, I forget the name - This is bad, not armour, no sword, just a Longbow and 20 arrows. Cant panic, I leap up onto one of the walls and prepare to make a jump for the main wall, just as a fireball slams into the spike beside me - Seems some fire wielding bastard wants to fight then. I pull my bow out and immediatly bind it, creating a new weapon of ebony - I pull the string and fire, but miss. If that wasnt bad enough, a Gold Saint just joined the party, Ive been hit twice and beggining to feel fatigued, gotta end this quick. I notice the saint, shes wielding a Glass Longsword - Im more of a Claymore man myself, but its better than nothing - I pull an arrow back and launch, sounds like a hit, but shes still - I catch in the corner of my eye another fireballs coming, so with another arrow I leap high, shoot, kill, and disarm goldy as soon as I land - I smile with satisfaction as like lightning, I draw glass and cut my fows down like insects.

Im standing in a daedric ruin in the middle of the ash lands, with two bodies, in a perfectly good robe with a weapon I despise. What was that? oh, theres the rain again

Damn, working for the theives sucks...