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Fall from High Rock	By : mistressarachnia Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Morrowind Views: 4940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
21: New Questions
�You�re not serious,� said Malcus,
eyeing again the decoded report from Caius Cosades, �No one is going to buy
this.� I don�t buy it myself.�� He handed the report back, crossing his arms
defiantly.
�You don�t have to,� said Caius,
�But I have my orders, and you have yours.� The emperor just wants to put on a
good show for the locals.� If it turns out that their beloved Nerevarine, the
one prophesized to �drive the outlanders from Morrowind,� is in fact an
outlander himself, they�re going to have to reinterpret their religion.� It
says that a �great evil� will be driven out � and the emperor will have a much
easier time ruling here if the locals quit insisting that this so-called great
evil is us.�� Malcus snorted.� This was ridiculous.
�If you�re planning to send me to
the ashlanders to test against their own prophesy for certain, you�re just
setting yourselves up for failure.� I don�t even follow the temple teachings.�
I�m an Imperial Cult faithful, same as yourself.� If anything, I think most of
Dunmer society is completely corrupt,� Malcus responded coolly.� Caius smiled.
�That�s what makes you so perfect
for the task.� Besides, I�m not so certain you will fail. You�ve got all the
right markings of the Nerevarine so far.� Coincidence?� Perhaps.� But we can�t
be certain until you meet with the wise woman Nibani.� The Dunmer are never
going to accept you as the Nerevarine unless you successfully fulfill all of the
prophesies.� Thus, I trust that you will indeed do your best not to fail.� I
know your history Malcus.� You may not believe the prophesies yourself, but
you�re perfect for the job.� You�re stealthy, personable, charismatic, and you
put up a good front.� That�s all we need.�� Malcus studied him silently.� Caius
was an older man, with graying hair, dressed only in dirty yellow pants.� To all
the outside world, he looked like nothing more than an old skooma addict.� Of
course, it was just a front.� Caius Cosades was nothing short of the Imperial
Spymaster on Vvardenfell.� But impersonating a legend?� That was a bit more of
a challenge than impersonating a dirty old man with a drug addiction.
�The emperor has been most lenient
towards you, and don�t you forget it.� You would still be in prison at this
very moment were it not for his direct intervention.� Don�t make the mistake of
forgetting where your loyalties lie,� Caius warned.
�So� I�m expected to simply forget
my life here and go trekking off into the ashlands in secrecy to fulfill some
ridiculous tribal superstition?� he asked crossly.� He had promised Alyssa he
would come to her soon.� He was looking forward to keeping that promise.� Caius
glared.
�You will do it.� Your stay in the
ashlands won�t be forever.� But you�ll do it because you have sworn an oath to
uphold the emperor�s commands and it is the price you now owe for your
freedom,� Caius replied.� Malcus sighed.� There was nothing he could say or do
now which would change his fate.
~*~
�Alyssa?� asked Edwinna, knocking
on her door.� Alyssa scrambled to throw on her robe, and then cautiously opened
the door.
�Did you notice anything odd about
the ruins of Nchuleftingth while you were
there?� she asked, looking puzzled.
�Well, I mean, I haven�t exactly been in any other Dwemer ruins to
compare� why?� What�s wrong?� Alyssa asked, tying a sash around her long robe.
�I�m not sure.� It�s just that some of these reports mention strange
happenings in the area.� It doesn�t sound like they are Dwemer in origin.� To
be honest, it sounds more magical than mechanical,� Edwinna mused. �Alyssa
thought.� Suddenly she remembered something that Malcus had said, when he saved
her life from the flame atronachs outside.
�I remember hearing somewhere that the area is vampire territory?� she
suggested, wondering what exactly her sister was concerned about.� Hulgar had
returned shortly after she did, and seemed to be in fine enough spirits despite
his unfortunate encounters with ancient dwemer booby traps.� He hadn�t seemed
any different.� Edwinna shrugged.
�Hmm.� It could be, I suppose.� To be honest though, I don�t know that
this sort of thing really sounds like typical vampire work.� It might be though
� it is a good point.� It�s just� hmm.� I don�t really understand it myself,�
she mused, wandering off down the stairs to the main room as she continued
looking over her field notes.� Alyssa followed her, suddenly curious.� She
remembered something else.
�I remember there was some landmark
nearby, a tomb of some sort.� I know the Dunmer aren�t particularly keen on
necromancy, but maybe someone else is engaging in the dark arts?� she
suggested.
�Do you mean Uvirith�s Grave?�
Edwinna asked, not looking up.
�Yes, I think so, that sounds
right,� Alyssa replied.
�From what I recall, there isn�t
much of anything at Uvirith�s Grave, not even a tomb.� I�m not even sure why
the area is on the map to begin with,� Edwinna sighed, pursing her lips as she
analyzed a particular line of text.
�Who was Uvirith then, and why
doesn�t his grave have a tomb?� asked Alyssa.� Edwinna shrugged.
�I remember hearing that he was
some important Telvanni or another, but I don�t really know anything else,�
replied Edwinna.
�You mean Soryn Uvirith?� asked
Erranil, joining in the conversation.� Edwinna shrugged, still looking over her
reports.
�I suppose, I don�t recall ever
hearing his first name though,� she replied, �I just know the landmark on the
map, really.� There aren�t exactly any structures there, so I�m not entirely
certain what the significance of the site is.� I assumed it was symbolic.�
�I don�t know about that, but I do
know that I�ve heard of Soryn Uvirith.� He was an Altmer.� Naturally he was
quite a renown spellcaster.� He was even the head of House Telvanni before
Gothren took over,� Erranil replied cheerfully.� Edwinna rolled her eyes.� She
was getting a little tired of Altmer elitism.
�Oh yes, I remember hearing
something about that,� said Anarenen, stepping into the conversation, �He died
centuries ago.� He�s just a sort of Altmer legend now I guess.�� Edwinna
smiled.
�Well, you two keep your legends.�
I�ve got some problems of a more physical nature on my hands.� Do you know of
anyone who would be trying to steal information about my projects� or myself
for that matter?� she asked.� They looked puzzled.
�Uvirith is a traditional Dunmer
family name,� Tanar chimed in, �There are plenty of people named Uvirith still
around today.� And they are most certainly Dunmer.� I�ve never heard of an
Uvirith who was Altmer.�� At this, Erranil and Anarenen looked puzzled.� They
both shrugged.� Edwinna rolled her eyes.
�It�s just a worthless piece of
land deep in the Molag Amur region.� It doesn�t matter whose ancestry shares
the line,� she replied curtly, �Now, I�m going to have to sort through these a
little more thoroughly, as it seems not everything is in order.� As a result, I�ll
assign your tasks tomorrow morning rather than tonight.� Get some rest.� We
have a lot to do.�� Everyone started heading for bed immediately, but just as
Alyssa had placed one foot on the staircase her sister called her back.�
Sighing, she returned.� She just wanted to get to sleep.
�Would you mind picking up a few
potions from me from Sadrith Mora tomorrow morning?� Erranil can transport you
directly.� The guild master there, Skink-in-Tree�s-Shade, should have them
ready by now, and I�m sure he�s wondering why no one has picked them up.� To be
honest, I completely forgot about them while I was away,� she confessed,
looking up at Alyssa with her deep grey eyes imploringly.� Alyssa smiled.
�Of course,� she said, turning back
towards the stairwell.
�Thanks so much.� While you�re
there, you might want to check out a bit of the Telvanni architecture and
culture.� It�s really rather intriguing.� Just be sure and take a few
levitation potions with you, hmm?� she suggested, turning back to her books.�
Alyssa smiled.� She�d always wanted to see the great Telvanni towers.� But now,
she was exhausted.� She just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep... and dream of
Malcus.
~*~
�You cannot deny your Lord, Dagoth
Ur! The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory!� A middle-aged Dunmer
blocked Malcus� path, his red eyes glowing with hatred in the night.
�What in Oblivion are you talking
about?� asked Malcus, growing more agitated by the minute.
�I am a sleeper, one among
thousands.� Leave Morrowind while you still can!� the Dunmer shouted.
�The hell I will,� muttered Malcus,
trying to step around him.� Suddenly, the Dunmer leapt at him, swinging his
fists in a wild attack.� Malcus dodged quickly, slipping into the shadows as
the man stood screaming in the darkness.� Had the entire world gone mad?� The
day had started out so blissfully.� He wished he had never left Alyssa�s loving
arms.� Sliding silently though the shadows, he let his thoughts of her warm him
against the chill of the cool night air.
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