Morrowind Misadventures - Raw McGraw, the Speedy Pilgrim

[Denmo]

You awaken in the cargo hold of a ship next to a rather unkempt looking Dunmer. He tells you you were having nightmares, and asks your name.



The guard comes and takes you up onto the deck, to Scyda Neen. A small town in the southern corner of the island they call Morrowind.



They hurry you inside and check your papers - an Imperial Acrobat, born under the sign of the Lover.





After giving you orders to visit a man named Caius Cosades in Balmora, you are promptly shoved out the door and on your own. But not before you grab a dagger, a quill pen, an flask of ink, 2 sheets of paper, and some gold. With this you begin your new life, Raw McGraw.



What misadventures await you?


This thread is for diary entries only. Any comments go in a separate topic.

[Caciss]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - The Diary of Raw McGraw

Dear Journal,
Day One

Oh, just great! First they imprison me, then they send me on a long wretched boat trip, and now they let me loose on Seyda Neen. Seyda Neen must be the worst little village in this entire filthy country. I checked my inventory as soon as the kicked me out the door expecting to find a Limeware Plate and a key to the Warehouse, but instead found nothing but a ragged clothes and a magic healing ring. Don't know what the hell I was thinking back in there. Must'a zoned out, or something.

Decide to find some hole or something to go sleep in until I die, when a small elf man approaches me about his ring. It heals things, he tells me. Who gives a ****, who doesn't have one of these? I give him mine and head off towards the lighthouse since it looks tall and inviting. I scrounge up herbs and mushrooms hoping I can concot some sort of potion strong enough to kill me painlessly and quickly. I find some valuables in some hollowed out stumps and proceed to enter the lighthouse uninvited. After staring down some creepy dark elf, I head up stairs and steal a book under a bench. Wow, not nearly as exciting as I thought it'd be. Time to go sell the crap I just found.

I enter the premise with a swagger never before seen and head straight for the merchant. I want money for this stuff right here, I exclaim! She says sure, that's how bartering works. I laugh slyly and buy up a set of light armor and a bow and a bunch of arrows. I'm an adventurer, I tell her, well... actually, an acrobat. That's stupid, she says. Yeah, it sure is. I head up stairs and talk to a man chilling in the corner. He looks very approchable. After rambling on about that cry baby elf I encountered earlier, he asks me to spy on him from the lighthouse tonight. I oblige, since there's nothing I love more than spying on people from a lighthouse in the middle of the night. Not like I got anything better to do.

I bust out the premise and head a bit out of town. I find a dead body laying out behind some rocks. Scavenging the area for the nearest stick, I begin to poke his decaying body with rabid entusiam. Boring of this, I decide to check him for valuabes. Abrakadabra! He's got 200 gold on him, he appears to be the missing tax collector the people of Seydra Neen can't shut the hell up about. I decide to return to the old man who gave me my horrible profession and inform him of my discovery. I give him the money back, and now he wants me to solve the murder. The people of Morrowind are never satisfied it seems.

I head straight for Foryn Gilnith's house since I feel like I've completed these events in a past life. I confront him about the murder and he tells me he's god damn happy as **** that he murdered the tax collector because he's too lazy to get a real job and pay his taxes. Being the goody goody that I am, I tell him I'm going to tattle tale. His response is to punch in me in the face. What an idiot, doesn't he know I'm armed with a ****in' bow and arrow? Surely this fight will be over in moments! I lay down a rapid fire assault of arrows that all fly threw him. He's seemingly unaffected. I don't have time to ponder how this is happening, so I keep letting loose volley after volley. One arrow finally manages to lodge itself in his chest and he falls down dead. I feel great. I head back to the old man, and he gives me 200g for a job well done.

I'm about to leave Seyda Neen for good, and pray it a dust storm swallows it, when I notice the sun is setting. What the hell, I think, I'll spy on that creepy elf man from the lighthouse for a spell. I see him take a gander inside a tree stump, and as soon as he leaves, I'm rummaging through his ****. I take back my ring, and find a sack of gold. Not giving this back! I re-enter Foryn Gilnith's shack, and decide to take a nap till day break.

After just falling asleep, I am greeted by an agent of the Dark Brotherhood, he stares me down and then attempts to plunge a sword into my abdomen. Ha! It does nothing. I then let loose an arrow into his skull cavity, and he stumbles over dead. Head to the night sky, I yell into the darkness for the Dark Brotherhood to try harder and I relish in the blood spill. I check the corpse to find a set of light armor that is ridiculously better than anything avaliable in Seyda Neen. I'm sure I won't look suspicious at all in this ninja-esque get up. I go back to sleep.

Dear Journal,
Day Two

It's morning and I'm ready to book my ass out of this hellhole. So long, Seyda Stinky! I make my day down the road heading towards Balmora, since that's the only direction anyone has given me thus far.



Walking several hours and encountering absolutely nothing of interest, I come across the tiny village of Peligad.



Holy crap, this place is practically a ghost town. No one has anything of interest to say, and not a decent shop keeper in sight. I see a Fort at north end of town, and figure that it must be all sorts of intersting things.



Oh, wait, it's not. Don't need much of a war machine in a tiny town no one could care less about.

This isn't much of adventure at all, I think, as I attempt to distance myself as much as possible from Peligad. However, I come across a cave of some sort. Now, this! This is where they keep the action, I'm sure of it.

I enter the cave like a gentleman and see a figure off in the distance. Hello, I shout! **** you, he shouts back! He then begins to charge at me but stops suddenly for a bit, and the return to his charge, sword drawn. I shoot an arrow into his leg, and the sight of blood is too much. Killing ain't so hard after all, I think. I clear out the rest of the scummy bandity scum, and begin to collect my riches. I come across a bowl that seems to belong to some, I presume ugly, fellow. Best to ask around Peligad about it. I kick each corpse in the face before making my leave.

Oh, great, Peligad again.



I ask around a bit and they tell me to visit that old crazy hag in the Fort. I show the old witch the bowl, and she tells me some story I'm too bored to listen to. How do I get there, I ask. Obviously the most important thing about returning this stupid thing. She proceeds to give me a list of convulted direction I'm positive will get me lost. Screw you, Peligad, I'm never coming back!

More walking. I have a feeling this adventure is going to involve lots and lots of walking.



Look a farmer that has nothing to say to me. Check ya later!

A bit more down the road, I come across a plantation.



They seem to be using slave labor, which I scoff at. Something is admist here, and I decide to inspect the buildings about the plantation.

A drug smuggling operation seems to be going on here, but I'm too inexperienced to handle it at the moment. However, in the guard shack by the entrance, I was overcome the need for blood and murdered the guardsman inside.



I take his Daedric weapon, a value of 120,000, and other assorted valuables on the premise. I exit the building at a sprint and leave the plantation in my wake.

I arrive in Vivec and promptly find a bed to sleep in. Today was eventful, I think.

Dear Journal,
Day Three

I awake to find myself in the most confusingly constructed city that was ever constructed. My new personal goal is to murder the architect with my barehands. I spend a ridiculous amount of time wandering about the city trying to find my way. I complete several odd-jobs for the locales and accept my measly rewards. Not much to note here. I go back to sleep and prepare to leave in the morning.

Alas! I am once again awoken by an assassin from the Dark Brotherhood. I prompty shoot his ass dead and go back to sleep.

Dear Journal,
Day Four

Finally, I arrive in Balmora! I explore the city, selling off my wares for as much gold as I can muster and purchasing training from the locals. I stumble into the Fighter's Guild and express my interest in joining them. I complete a few simple tasks and head off to find Caius Cosades.

He wishes for me to join the Blades, a secert organization that works for the Emperor. I, of course, respectfully accept and am prepared do what I must for our Emperor. He wants me find Hasphat Antabolis, who resides in the local Fighter's Guild for information. He warns me I will likely have to perform a task for Antabolis before he will hook me up fat. With that, I'm on my way.

Antabolis wants me to go scavange some old ass ruins for his favorite Rubik's Cube or something. Ain't no thing for an acrobat, I exclaim, I'll jump all around those ruins. I snapped some photos of my adventure, but ruins are really dark, surprisingly. I murdered about 8 men, and returned with a handful of misc. goods I could sell for mucho gold. Antabolis was super pleased to have a new puzzle to complete, and he gave me the information I needed. I returned to Cosades with what I had just learned, and he thanked me dearly. He told me to get some rest and more experience and come back to him for more work. I will, I say, I will. I proceed to get a nights rest in his bed. We stare into each others eyes before my eyelids grow too heavy to remain open.

Dear Journal,
Day Five

I awaken with a start, immediatly read to discuss the next course of action with Cosades. He tells me I have to basically do a duplicate of the last quest, except this time I have to mingle with mages. I hate magic, all glittery and whatnot. I quickly make my way to the Mages Guild and talk to gra-Muzgob. After nearly dying from laughter at such a ridiculous name, I finally regain my composure. She tells me I now must scavange an old tomb for some old skull. Metal, I say. May the God's of Rock be at your back, she tells me.

I make my way towards the wretched town of Pelagiad, and follow the road to the Andrando Ancestral Tomb. This place is god damn packed with ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons. Unbelievable, I think. I arrow the poop out of the skeletons and ghouls and fireblast the unliving **** out of a ghost. I explore the halls when I finally come find what I'm looking for, a dinky rotten skull. I wrap it up some old clothes, because this thing reeks. I hustle my way out of the tomb, because who knows what horrible illness is air born here.

I return to gra-Muzbottem and gratefully hand over the skull. Enjoy the stink, I exclaim. She then proceeds to give me the information I need for Cosades, and we proceed to awkwardly say good-bye. Sheesh, do I hate magic.

Back at Cosades' shack, we drink a bit and he promotes me. It's good to be a Blade. He gives me a new task, and I readily accept. However, I got side quests to attend to. And sleep to catch up on.

Dear Journal,
Day Six

My head is beginning to ache, I hope it doesn't last.

I hit up the locale merchants so I can sell off all the crap I've been carrying. I'm bartering like a King, deals so good my head's spinning. I talk to a few locales and hear word that the Captain at Fort Moonmoth has been asking about me. Sounds like a lead I should follow up on.



Maybe I visited this place at night. I forget, my sense of time is horrible. Anyway, I make my way into the Fort and talk to Larrius Varro. Seems that he wants me to murder a group of criminals. He would commits the deeds himself, but his bound by his duty to uphold the law. I don't mention that hiring a hitman is also against the law, because I've been dying to murder a bunch of lame ass bad guys. He's not sure of their identity, only their profession. I'll take care of it, I tell him, quests always have a way of working themselves out.

I talk to the locale Theives Guild leader and he tells me of their identities. Thanks man, you're the best, I say, and I make my leave towards their local hang out.

I enter the premise with a violent swagger, I look ******, because I am ******. I eye down one of the filthy scum, and ready an arrow. He doesn't seem to care that I'm aiming a bow and arrow at him. I warn him I'll shoot, but he keeps staring at me blankly. He must be retarded, and now I begin to feel a little bad. Nevermind that! I have justice to serve, and I serve with with a helping of pierced abdomen. He goes down like a sack of bricks. I dispose of the rest in similar means and relish in my victory.

I return to Varro, and he thanks me and gives me my reward. A magic ring I already have. Wow thanks, I say sarcastically. I give him the bird and make my leave. Hmm, my headache seems to be getting worse, I'm going to take a break for a second. Hopefully, it'll pass.

[Stormy]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - The Diary of Raw McGraw

Day One:
I woke up in the middle of the morning to find myself standing in the rain, in the courtyard of an Imperial Fort with horrible aches and pains and a large axe wound in my thigh. How the hell did this happen? The last thing I remember is throttling that annoying fool of a Bosmer back in Cyrodill. And the guards had the gall to throw me in prison for it! They should thank me for ridding Mundus of that useless wretch! I also remember a horrible headache coming on shortly after being thrown into my cell. It persists, but the pain is subsiding even as I write this.

I found this journal and read its contents. It is written in my own hand, but I do not remember anything in its pages. I used the small healing ring to ease my wounds. Its magic is feeble and its charge is weak, but the axe wound has closed and some of the bruises have healed. I've decided to head to the town of Balmora. Apparently I've been conducting a good deal of business in that town over the last week.

I was curious to see what carnage I had wrought during my blackout, so I inspected the Council Club mentioned in the journal. It was glorious! Five bodies were strewn about the small bar with blood everywhere. The proprietor refused to look me in the eye after realizing who I was. I checked to see if anything had been left behind, and found a Dwarven Axe and a few bundles of arrows. I left the axe on the upstairs landing for me to retrieve later and took the arrows. I had claimed that bounty as mine, and no one would dare touch it after what happened here.

I sold much of the extra gear I found in my pack. One thing I could not part with, however, was a Deadric Dai-Katana. It was a beautiful thing. It had drunk heavily of blood in its time, and likely would again. But it is cumbersome and my training did not include the use of Long Swords, so I left it in the bunk room of the Balmora Fighters Guild for safe keeping.



I also ran into Eydis Fire-Eye. The woman lacked manners and respect. I've decided I will kill her at the earliest convenience.



I was able to buy a passably decent enchanted halberd from an enchanter in the Mages Guild and set off to deal with some poachers in a local 'egg mine.' How do you mine eggs? Truly this land is a revolting place.

Disgusting! These people actually eat the eggs of giant insects? I will be glad to rid the world of two more such wretches.

I put down several of the small worm-like Kwama before finding the poachers. I buried an arrow into her thigh before she realized I was there. She immediately began running about like a mad-woman and attracted the attention of two Kwama Warriors. I killed one with a few arrows, but the second was joined by a worm and the woman and I was forced to skewer them. The fight was tougher than I anticipated, but I proved the victor.

The male went down much more easily. It seems I have a great deal of unfinished business in Vivec, so I have traveled there.

I have spoken with an orc in the Vivec Fighters Guild. He rewarded me quite well for a task I do not remember doing. He mentioned a bounty that needed to be collected. I jumped at the chance for some exercise before bed.



I tracked down the Khajiit outlaw in an apartment in one of the southern 'cantons.' The battle was over quickly, and my blood lust has been satisfied, for now.

I received my reward and attempted to use the orc's services as a blacksmith to have my equipment repaired. He refused! Told me that my rank was not high enough. When I asked to be promoted, he said that my devotion was not in question, but that my skills needed work. Bah! The only thing keeping him from joining Fire-Eye on my list of throats to slit is his generous rewards and usual politeness. Its late, and I'm going to bed.

[Stormy]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - The Diary of Raw McGraw

Day Two:
You know, I thought that maybe Morrowind would seem less of a stinking hole filled with incompetents and ingrates after a good nights sleep, but I proved wrong. If anything, I hate this place more.

I spoke to Lorbumol again, and he sent me off to collect debts from a bar owner in Ald-ruhn. I decided it could wait until I learned more about this serial killer I've been hearing about. Perhaps this one could give me some entertainment?

I headed to the Office of the Watch. I must find the one who designed its floor-plan and add them to the list. I spent three hours wandering those halls trying to find the Office of the Watch. When I did I found some fool dancing around complaining about a rash, and another fool humming and hah-ing about the murders. I spoke to the dancing fool first, as he was the most distracting. Turns out he insulted a powerfull mage and is now reaping the consequences. Normally I'd agree with such a punishment, but he promised me gold if I helped.

After learning the circumstances of the murders I realized that the incompetence in Morrowind goes all the way to the top. Nothing could be more simple than these 'mysterious' killings. I headed to the Foreign Quarter and asked if anyone had seen someone matching the description of the murderer. I went down into the sewers and fought with the woman. She was clearly insane and was suffering from some kind of disease of the flesh. She was easily the most difficult opponent I have dealt with. As her blade cut my flesh I could feel myself become more fatigued. After a difficult fight I dispatched her, making sure to take the dagger.

I spoke to the wizard responsible for the rash, and decided that the Ordinator's original estimate was correct. The man was an imbecile. Of course, I was not fool enough to say so.

I returned and received my rewards. More gold than I had anticipated for dealing with the flat-headed mage, and a powerful enchanted belt for killing the mad-woman.

After repairing my equipment I returned to Balmora. I spoke with my contact at the Thieves Guild and did some minor jobs before deciding that my halberd was thirsty. I hoped that the Blades might have a job for me that could quench its thirst. I proved incorrect. It would seem that Caius had sent me on a job already, and I had forgotten. I hate this place.

I returned to Vivec and spoke with Caius' informant in the Library. While there I noticed a document tucked under some books. It seems to be a forged land-deed. A good forgery, but a forgery none-the-less. Who would sell a whole farm for a mere 3000 drakes? I decided it could prove useful and tucked it into my pack when no one was looking.

It is early in the morning, and I have had a bizarre dream. There was a strange man in a golden mask. This place is starting to mess with my head.

[Stormy]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - The Diary of Raw McGraw

Day Three:
I woke up today feeling a little stronger, a little faster, a little more nimble. It seems all this exercise is doing me good.

I returned to Caius only to find that he is still not satisfied. Apparently there are three informants I must speak to, and he also wants to me to get a copy of the book the Librarian mentioned. I had hoped I could depend on a fellow Imperial to not incite my wrath, but Caius seems to have spent to long in this gods forsaken land.

I've decided to follow up on Lorbumol's task, hoping to be 'forced' to spill a little blood. When I spoke with the woman she mentioned that the debt was her brother's, who died trying to strike it rich in a place called Mallapi. The tale she told sounded promising so I decided to look into it.



I found a corpse not to far from Balmora. I killed the rat feeding on it and checked the body. There was an engraved Skooma Pipe and a note. Perhaps something could be gained from this?



This land shall burn! I have been harassed my entire journey from Caldera to Gnaar Mok! Pathetic and disgusting animals attack me constantly. It is decided, I shall take this land and all within it. It shall be mine and all shall bow before me!

I have reached the pathetic village of Gnaar Mok. It is a sad sight. I asked about the cave Mallapi but got nothing, at first. A little gold loosed the guard's tongue. Pathetic.

I found the cave and met little resistance. A few deadra guarded the cave. They proved more difficult than the two sorceresses that called it home. However, I found an entire set of Master grade alchemy equipment. Surely that would fetch a handsome price, if I could find someone who could afford it.

I found the missing debtor's body near a cave in. He had most certainly found a fortune. Too bad for him he was a useless wretch.

The headaches are beginning again. It is nothing now, but I am sure it will grow worse over the next day or so.

[Stormy]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - The Diary of Raw McGraw

Day 4:
It is about ten in the morning right now, and I have just arrived in a grouping of huts called Hla Oad by boat from Gnaar Mok. I slept a little on the boat, but the pain has kept me awake.

I have stored the mad-woman's dagger, the alchemy equipment, and some other items with the dai-katana. The Altmer alchemist in town could not afford to buy the equipment and all the ingredients I was carrying. She was very friendly once I told her I had a fresh Deadra Heart to sell, ripped from the rib cage of a Clannfear no more than 6 hours earlier. She told me to return in a few days and she would have the money to buy a few pieces of the alchemy equipment.

I must remember to not sell Diamonds to this woman, as I have stolen a few of hers for the Guild.

I have come to the realization that I cannot conquer all of Morrowind on my own, even though I am amazing and everyone here is incompetent. Even Tiber Septim needed an army to conquer Tamriel. So I have joined the ranks of House Hlaalu. From what I have learned they are corrupt and will be easy to manipulate. The Telvanni were my second choice, but I lack the skills in magic it takes to advance amongst them.

The headaches grow worse, and my agitation grows along with them. I turned to that witch of a Nord Fire-Eye for someone to kill. She sent me to kill some people who were disrupting operations at an ebony mine.



As I approached I noticed a man creeping around amongst the rocks. I took aim and struck him square in the ribs. He squealed in pain and prepared to return fire. I unleashed a volley of arrows, but he dodged all but the last while several of his found their mark. Even after using the healing ring my wounds were serious. The headache pushed all other pain away and I rushed into the cave.



I slaughtered them all. The cave floor was slick with blood. The pain won't go away.

I spoke with Cauis' people in Vivec and got him his book. I gave Lorbumol his money. The pain won't go away.

Fire-Eye and Cauis paid me. Hlaalu wants me to impersonate a Redoran agent. The task was easy.

They now want me to steal the alchemical formulas of Aurane Frernis, the Vivec woman who I helped with a case of slander. These Hlaalu are exactly what I need. The pain is getting worse.

Fire-Eye wants me to get a code book from a Thieves Guild operative. I tried everything, I could not convince her to give it to me.

I'm in the Vivec Mages Guild, and I have decided to lay down for a few hours. I haven't slept in two days, and the pain has exhausted me.

It is about 9 am now, and I have been attacked by two more of the Dark Brotherhood assassins. I barely survived the second attack. The pain is grwing unberablle, and my vision is bluring.....

[Ryner]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - Raw McGraw the Savage

Day One

A part of me is afraid to add my thoughts to this journal. I read through the previous entries and all I see are talk of violence and murder, yet as I put my quill to its pages I feel comforted and relaxed, as if writing in this book is the most natural thing in the world. I’ve felt panic overwhelming me this entire day, and any relief I can find is welcoming.

I was dreaming of a fight with two armored men when I awoke in a strange bed with a bow cradled in my arms and no memory of how I got there. To my horror, there were two corpses outside my room, as if my dream was a reality and I had emerged the victor in our battle. One of the men had an arrow lodged in his chest, and the arrow matched a set I found in a pack next to where I slept.

Fear overwhelmed me. Certainly I could not have committed murder. Yet there I was, asleep at the crime scene and holding the probable murder weapon. All I could think to do was flee. I grabbed my pack (my pack?) and ran out of the room, unsure of where I was or where I was going.

The moment I left the room I was face to face with another person,
yet she was apparently unaware of the dead bodies around the corner not five feet from her, she appeared quite unperturbed. I tried to act natural as I walked past her, yet I felt her eyes upon me and walked faster.

I soon found myself outside but several stories up.

It was evening, and I looked over the ledge and tried to get my bearings but nothing looked familiar, even the sky above and the water below seemed different than what I am used to.

I had little time to think, however, as I soon heard the voices of guards behind me. Fearing they had discovered the bodies and were now searching for me, I became overwhelmed with an urge to jump over the ledge and into the water below. I don’t know why I listened to such madness, perhaps I was afraid of being captured, but in my heart I truly felt that I would be safe, as if I was trained to survive such a fall. I leapt over the ledge and it felt like I fell forever, though it was certainly only a moment. I splashed into the water and swam to nearby land. I was completely unharmed.

I ran for a few minutes until I felt I was a safe enough distance from the city I had just escaped. Finally I sat on a rock next to a small lake and tried to gather my thoughts. This was the first time flashes of my past appeared before me. The last thing I remembered was working in my florist shop in Skingrad… or was it Bruma? No matter how hard I tried I could not remember how I came to this strange land.

I rested by the lake for quite some time before looking through the pack I had brought with me. Inside I found the type of things an adventurer might carry: weapons, scrolls, potions, and various other miscellanea. Then I came across this journal. Whoever wrote in this book before I was a psychopath, plain and simple. He wrote of killing others and burning the world. By all that was right I should have thrown the book into the lake and never spoke of it again, but I realized if I can discover whose equipment I am carrying, I might be able to piece together my missing memories, and this journal is probably my greatest clue.

With no other option, I walked through the darkness hoping to find a settlement or city where I could ask questions. I had not gone far when I was set upon by a vicious creature that came at me so quickly I could not run.

The creature bit at me, wounding my leg and causing me to stagger back. For some reason I pulled out the bow without even thinking about it and fired a shot at the beast. I had never used a bow before, yet my arrow struck the creature right in the face and felled it.

At that point I realized I was in danger. I was in an unknown land, out in the open and wounded, in the middle of the night. I had to find a safe place to stop, rest, and hopefully get information. Luck was with me, as I soon came across a sign post pointing me in the direction of a city named Balmora. I followed the road for less than five minutes before I came to the city. Balmora was mentioned by the maniac in this journal, and at the time I thought I could ask around town to try to get some information. It was quite late, however, and the streets of the city were deserted. I decided to find an inn to rest for the night when I saw an establishment called The Council Club. The same Council Club where the previous writer had killed four people. I was afraid of what I would find inside, yet I could not stop myself from entering. As I cautiously stepped into the building, all I found was a lone innkeeper, a Dunmer who did not seem to know what I was talking about when I asked of any recent troubles in his establishment.

It was then that I realized the journal entries were simply the work of fiction, created by some prankster or talented author. That realization left me with one less load on my mind but one less clue. I decided to purchase a room from the Dunmer, who warned me not to bother the man in the room across from mine. Oddly, the room I was warned to avoid was empty… though quite messy.


I feel exhausted. My wounded leg is bothering my greatly, I've never been attacked before and am not used to pain. A part of me hopes when I wake up I’ll be back in my shop in the Imperial City, but I know that wont happen. All I can do right now is hope I’m not a suspect in the murders at that other city (which based on a map I’ve found I believe is called Vivec) and find out how I got to this land and how to get home. Once the morning comes I’ll try to get to the bottom of this mystery.

[Ryner]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - Raw McGraw the Florist

Day Two

I awoke in my bed in the Council Club, much to my disappointment. A part of me still hoped I was simply dreaming yesterday and not truly in this strange land carrying this strange journal. Sadly, the events that took place today only made my situation seem stranger.

It was morning in the city of Balmora when I stepped outside, but a strong rain and overcast skies made the day appear dark and depressing.



In my past I would spend days like this relaxing in my shop, content to let the day pass without ever stepping foot in the rain. This day is much different, however, as I resolved myself to discovering the identity of the owner of this journal. It may be a work of fiction, but it is still a unique book, and I hoped that someone would recognize it and I would be one step closer to discovering my reason for being here.

I spent much of the morning talking to people, and I found that many of them claimed to recognize me and greeted me as if we had met before.





I was caught so off guard by this that I neglected to ask anyone about the journal. Things only got worse when I spoke to an Argonian called Nine-Toes.



He claimed to be a member of an organization known as the Blades, and even stranger, he said that I was a member as well. The people of this city are clearly confusing me with someone else… perhaps the true owner of this journal? I developed this theory after Nine-Toes recommend I talk to our superior in the Blades: Caius Cosades. This same man is mentioned as giving jobs to the journal-writer in one of the previous entries.



I decided to speak with Caius, and he too greeted me as if we had spoken before. I was about to reveal to him my situation when he cut me off and began to tell me of my next “duty”. At this point I realized it would be in my best interest to stay quiet. Caius and Nine-Toes are members of a secret organization, and they think of me as one of their own. If I explain to them that I am not who they think, but rather a confused man with no memories of how he got here… they will think me mad, or realize they have mistaken me for someone else and kill me. If I am to protect myself, I need to play along, at least for now, until more information presents itself. That means that as much as I dislike it, I will do work for this shirtless man.

The task Caius assigned to me was to go to the city of Ald’Ruhn and find a man named Hassour Zainsubani. I am to present him with a gift so that he will give me information on “Ashlanders”, a name Caius assumed I knew and I thought better than to disagree.

Getting to Ald’Ruhn proved easier than I expected, thanks to the giant bugs known as Slit Striders the people in this land use for transportation.



For a small fee, I was able to sit comfortably in the shell of the bug (did I really write that sentence?) as it took me to Ald’Ruhn.

A few hours later I arrived at the city. It was a strange place, with houses that appeared to be constructed out of the giant shells of bugs.



Unfortunately, I was unable to find Hassour. I feel like I looked all over and asked every person I came across, but no one seemed to know where to find him. I am not a violent man, but as I began to grow weary from my search, I had the slightest inclination to burn the entire city to the ground. I passed the feeling off as fatigue setting in, and as the sky turned dark I decided to halt my search for the time being. I've rented a room from the Ald Skar Inn. After a good nights sleep I will continue my search.

[Ryner]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - Raw McGraw the Florist

Day Three

It is more than a little sheepishly that I must admit that Hassour Zainsubani makes his residence at the Ald Skar Inn, the same place I spent last night. I can’t help but laugh that, as I lay in bed last night lamenting my bad luck at being unable to find him, he stood not twenty feet away.



When I spoke with Hassour, he mentioned that his people will often give gifts to each other as a sign of respect. This is especially true of strangers meeting for the first time. As an example, he mentioned that he enjoyed poetry books, and if he were to be given one he would take it as a sign that the presenter was truly making an effort to please him. This was exactly the clue I needed.

I left the Inn and entered a nearby bookstore. The owner recommended several poetry books, and I chose one with a title I must admit I can no longer remember. When I gave the book to Hassour, he did indeed seem to be impressed at my effort. He not only offered to answer my questions on the Ashlanders, but even gave me his personal notes. Since I have no questions on the Ashlanders that I know nothing about… I simply thanked him and went on my way.

I was about to purchase a Slit Strider ride back to Balmora when I noticed a Dunmer woman standing alone, well outside the city limits and looking quite disoriented.



When I approached her and asked if she was alright, she sobbed and told me that she and her husband had been separated by a pack of “Nix-Hounds”. She worried that he had been killed by the creatures, and said he had ran to the west. If I had known what a Nix-Hound was, I probably would have told her to get help from the guards and go on my way. But I was fooled by my ignorance and assumed her troubles were brought about by some troublesome pups, so I offered to look for her husband.

I walked to the west for only a moment before three horrifying creatures, that I now assume were the Nix-Hounds, attacked me.



I briefly considered fighting them off with a weapon I found in the journal-writer’s pack, but as they rained blows upon me I quickly realized that I was outmatched.

I turned and ran, hoping that I could get back to Ald-Ruhn safely. All the while the Nix-Hounds were clawing and biting at me. I received more than a few wounds, I can tell you. Luckily, I was just quick enough to get back to the city before I was too injured, and I watched in quiet envy as an Ald-Ruhn guard dispatched the hounds with ease.



I should have called it a day there, but I decided to continue my search for the Dunmer woman’s husband. I finally found him, hiding amongst some rocks.



When I told him his wife was worried about him, he was overjoyed to know she was still alive. I led him back to his wife, and they both expressed great pleasure at being reunited… though they seemed unwilling to stand close to each other.



They gave me a book as thanks, and assured me it had great value. The sun was beginning to set as I purchased a ride back to Balmora,

but I had just enough light to read the book to pass the time. It was actually quite boring but had some good tips on blocking in combat… perhaps I should buy a shield and practice? I've gotten in two fights since I woke up in this place, and I've been injured both times. Thankfully, my wounds from the fight with the hounds were so minor I felt completely better by the time the Slit Strider arrived in Balmora.

When I returned to Caius, I found he was still shirtless. Even worse, he commented that I “Looked like good company.” I don't know what he had in mind, but that is not the kind of thing I want to hear when I’m alone with a shirtless man, so I quickly presented him with the notes I got from Hassour.

Caius was impressed, and promoted me within the Blades. He then offered to finally tell me what’s going on. For a second I thought he would tell me why I’ve lost my memory and why I am in this land, but, of course, I remembered he doesn’t know about my problems (or even who I really am). Instead, he claims that I (or rather, the person he thinks I am) match a description of some kind of prophecy… according to the Emperor himself.

This is terrible. At first I thought I was simply involved in a case of mistaken identity within a single group of people. Instead, it turns out this group I’m dealing with goes right to the Emperor. I don’t know who these people think I am, but I know I’m in way over my head right now. If I go against these “Blades” now, I’ll have the entire Empire chasing me. It looks like I’ll need to continue playing my role and hoping to the Gods that I am not discovered.

About the time Caius began mentioning the Emperor, my head began to hurt slightly. It proved to be quite a distraction, and I was only half paying attention as Cauis gave me my next orders. I am to go to some kind of camp and speak to experts on this prophecy. Cauis wants me to be tested to see if I really am the one this prophecy speaks of. Certainly I can’t go through with these orders, or I’ll be discovered as a fraud. But if I deny the orders, I’ll probably be discovered as a fraud anyway. What in the world am I supposed to do?

I’ve rented a room from the Council Club again. My head felt bad after I left Caius, but as I retell the days events the throbbing has returned. Hopefully in the morning I'll feel better and can figure out a plan.

[Ryner]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - Raw McGraw the Florist

Day Four

What kind of place is this? I’ve just experienced, without a doubt, the worst day of my life.

Things were bad from the start. I had been asleep for no more than two hours when a terrifying dream awoke me. A strange, masked figure was talking to me, saying things I can’t remember. What I can remember is the paralyzing fear I felt during the dream. Even when I awoke it took me quite some time to recover.

It was just after midnight when I decided I would not be falling back asleep, so I decided to go to the Urshilaku Camp so I could talk to those people about the prophecy, as Caius asked. I had developed a plan to gain information without giving myself away, but after what I’ve gone through today I don’t think I want anything to do with the people in this land anymore.

Caius told me the best way to get to the camp, and I spent nearly eight hours in Slit Striders. I was able to get some sleep, but by the end of my journey I had terrible cramps in my back and my headache had returned, worse than ever. From Balmora I returned to Ald-Ruhn, and from there I went to a town called Mar Gaan.



In Mar Gaan I was told to speak with a scout named Nuleno, who would direct me the rest of the way. She proceeded to give me the most ridiculous directions I’ve ever heard.



With no other choice, I set out to the camp, praying I would not get lost. I was barely outside the city walls when I was attacked by two Dunmer. Thieves, I assume.



Knowing better than to stop and fight, I ran back to Mar Gaan, assuming the guards in the town would protect me, as they did yesterday. To my horror, the guards completely ignored me, even as I cried for help and the weapons of the attackers struck me. In fact, everyone in the city simply stood and watched or completely ignored me as these two men tried to kill me.

With no choice, I pulled out my bow and tried to defend myself, right in the middle of the city. One of my arrows missed its target and struck a bystander… and THEN a guard intervened. He grabbed me and said I had to either pay a fine for my crime of assault, or go to jail.



I could not believe it. The guards stood by and watched as I was nearly killed by two thugs, but when I inadvertently injured a person (who also was just standing there as I was attacked) they came to arrest me! By the Gods, just where am I? The fine was a meager sum, only 40 gold. But my two attackers had retreated when the guard approached, and I could see them standing to the side with their weapons hidden behind their backs. I could tell their intentions were to continue their assault as soon as the guard was gone. I realized my only choice of survival was to accept my jail sentence. At least then the attackers would have no way to get to me.

I spent 24 hours in a filthy jail cell, surrounded by thieves and murderers. It’s a wonder I wasn’t killed during the night. I write this entry as the guards are filling out papers for my release. I don’t know what I’m going to do now, but I now know I need to be very afraid of the people of this land.

[Ryner]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - Raw McGraw the Florist

Day 5

My head hurts so bad. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t care.

I was released just after noon. The second I was out of that jail I ran. I don’t trust these people anymore, I had to get away from them. I don’t know which direction I went. I just kept going.

Some creatures attacked me, I killed them.




I saw strange things.



I came across two people in a camp. They greeted me kindly. I didn’t trust them.



As the sun started to go down a heavy fog joined the darkness, or am I just going blind from this headache?



Im making camp here I can barely walk anymore I cant even think straight Theres a town ahead I can see it even through the fog but I dont want to risk going there I dont know what kind of people I will find

My head my head my head

[DK]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - Raw McGraw the Florist

((I wrote this on notepad so sorry about spelling errors. Btw, Ryner you're just a great act to follow >[ ))

Day 1:

7a.m.

Some nights I reserve myself in order to complete an entry, recount my thoughts for the day and plan out what I'm going to do over the next week. Last night was not such a night, or at least. It didn't seem like it was. I couldn't remember exactly what had happened but I woke up just outside of the gates of Caldera with a killer headache. I'll have to remember to stay away from the pub there.



As such! I had decided to start the day and walk it off. I had brought my equipment to the smith in town to have it repaired, he did extensive work on my halberd which I had retrieved prior as well as a few pieces of the black armor I had been using (where did I get that again?). I thanked the good man and made my way. I had felt lazy and out of shape, and quite honestly even now I couldn't sort everything out in my head of what had happened last night, and even a few days before that. I can remember a few events, such as arriving here in the province of Morrowind, getting into a bar fight at a place known as the Council Club (it'd be best to stay away from there, I must remember), or even leaping from a tall building in the capital of Vivec (why I did however, I confess I do not know. Perhaps it was practice.). Little moments like these were peppered throughout my memory, but overall since I had arrived here on Morrowind I have had a hard time retaining my thoughts, which had been why I was keeping this journal. I suppose the answer lies in there but I must confess I am so tired and disoriented that I decided it is better to both keep recording what is happening now and to just get the hell back to town. I simply do not have the time to read over the entries, and even at quick glances it seems I carelessly scribbled them out, I'm barely able to make out some of them. Whatever I drank last night in the pub, however has apparently done the trick. It seems to be the first day in which I've had my head on straight and can clearly recall things. Honestly, it feels like being born again. I decided to celebrate my though some physical training. After all, I am an entertainer first and foremost, which is why I had even elected to come here in the first place. To do my job as an Acrobat I needed to be in top physical condition. I saw the nearest town was Balmora to the north, and decided that I would make a trip there at a quick pace.


10 a.m.

I had forgotten that Morrowind held many more dangers than my home in Cyrodiil did. As I traveled I was attacked by meager animals, I suppose the Imperial Watch is not yet confident enough to patrol Morrowind as they do home.



Furthermore, these creatures seemed to be quite resilient, even after plunging the halberd I owned into their skulls they continued their assault. I had dispatched of them but my exercise was cut short, and I had to hobble the rest of the way to Balmora with a light head. I had arrived at the city and felt I was overtaken with delusion as I set my eyes upon an ebony skinned beauty.



Saints be praised! I had forgotten the exotic allure of wild Morrowind and its Dunmer populace. They exist back home, true, but they are tamed and clipped of their wild culture. Though in Cyrodiil an Imperial such as myself would be condemned for harboring such thoughts, I found myself free in this new land to indulge my fantasies of laying naked with such a Queen. I must've been staring blankly for a while, as she seemed distressed, and told me that I had not looked well. A nasty infection had formed on my arm where I was wounded, she quickly retreated afterward. The people of Morrowind are just as mindful as those back home, it turns out, and I wouldn't be able to converse with anyone until I received treatment. After asking around I was told that nearby Fort Moonmoth had an altar that cured such afflictions, and it was cheaper than buying a potion as well. Though I seemed to have accrued quite a bit since arriving here, I decided it'd be good to keep my job going to this nearby fort as well.


2 p.m.


The trip was dreary and a rainstorm had come down but soon enough I had arrived at the Fort and made my way to the alter room.

When I placed my bag down a bottle of a smokey amber colored substance rolled out. It was clearly marked as a potion that would cure common afflictions, like the one I contracted while on my run.



I don't know where I had acquired it from but it reminded me that now was a good time for me to check my bearings. I had a lot more potions for various uses and a good amount of scrolls that could conquer up a variety of different spells. I promised myself I would take the time to investigate them all later but I wanted to get back to the town, I couldn't take this fort much longer and the rainstorm was beginning to clear.


Day 2:

1 a.m.

A lot had happened since I had written last. Arriving back in Balmora I had been reminded that not all the Dunmer are as exotic as the one who had informed me of the infection. A fanatical maniac stopped me shortly after arriving to spout some bull**** about the coming of Dagoth Ur and the Sixth House. While I believe religion has a time and place and I'm not without a spiritual side, I largely believe that if you want something to happen you must do it yourself, and listening to this man prattle on about his apocalyptic bull**** had struck a nerve with me. I told him he better get away from me unless he wanted to greet his lord with no teeth in his mouth.



The man didn't seem bothered and he walked away. It gave me chills just looking at him. But it reminded me of my own loyalties, what was my purpose? What was I doing here? I had come to make more money, yes, but I could not think of any way to do so. I am an acrobat, and though the flying McGraw brothers had been popular back home there was no point staying after Paw's death. How was I going to stake my claim here in Morrowind? While I could hold my own as a Fighter I was hardly up to the usual expectations of an actual member. I can remember something in my mind about a guy named Sugar Lips, a Khajitt who gave out contracts for thievery. And though I wasn't a fan of breaking the law, stealing is something I am good at, and seemed to be my best option. I met with Sugar Lips in Balmora. And he actually informed me he was a member of the thieves guild! I had not been a member in Cyrodiil but I at least knew that back home the thieves guild was a little more high brow that this group of flatfoots squatting in a shabby looking bar. Still, I did know at the very least that for the most part, the thievery that took place within the guild was a good-natured and non destructive type. He wanted me to travel to a nearby harbor town called Hla Oad and retrieve some stolen dwemer artifacts from another khajitt named Ra'Zhid.

Hla Oad, to put it nicely, was a shanty town. Shacks lined up and down the swampy coast, the air smelled terrible and I felt sick just being there, I was amazed that this place was but a small distance from the much more upscale Balmora. I arrived at his shop and told Ra'Zhid that the jig was up, however he decided it'd be safer for him to play dumb, even after I attempted to bribe him (I had no problem giving up a small portion of my gold in order to get these back, for the thieves guilds compensation would be much higher. However, he still played dumb.



The mage (a bodyguard, no doubt) that was also in the store was just as tight-lipped.



It would seem my only recourse was violence, though I did not like to spill blood, Ra'Zhid tested my patience and seemed to have something more to him, I spotted a hatch in his store under which I heard many voices and the cracking of a whip. Slavery is legal in Morrowind but there seemed to be something more sinister happening here. I had no problem with harming and perhaps even killing Ra'Zhid if it came to it.

I had read up on the bylaws of this province before traveling here, and much like home, there is no crime in defending yourself from an attacker. Near Ra'Zhid was a chest that seemed to be where he was keeping his artifacts. I attempted to pick the lock right in front of him, causing him to try and kill me. Though I'm not competent, I seemed to know my way around a halberd much more than the khajitt was able to handle himself with his fists alone, he was no match for me.



His mage somehow seemed absentminded to the whole ordeal, he seemed to be entranced and did not move to attack me. For this I am thankful, he seemed much more formidable than Ra'Zhid was. I took a key off of his person and received the artifacts which were in the chest I suspected originally. I am currently on my way back to Balmora now to receive my reward.

7 P.M.

By the Nine! What rotten luck. On my way back to Balmora I had stumbled upon what appeared to be a tomb. Plundering treasure from some old bones seemed to be a great way to make a little more money, which I would need if I wanted to do something here in Morrowind. What I had seen could only exist from the darkest magic in Tamriel. The walking dead itself populated the tomb! I barely had any time to scratch out any sketches of the tomb before they had attacked me! One by one I had managed to dispose of them, picking up meager treasures all the while. I came to one final door and swung it open, finding the burial room guarded by an even more fearsome specter.



He overwhelmed me, and by sheer luck I am still alive writing this, I managed to find a scroll in the cluster I owned that was capable of casting a powerful and damaging spell. I used it and killed the bone lord. But I had sustained severe wounds. I was not able to make it to the entrance of the tomb before I collapsed. I have just awoken now and from the moon's position it appears to be early evening, I had arrived at the tomb originally before sunrise and have missed my entire day! But there was one fantastic discovery I made. It was a scroll I was carrying with me that seemed to be capable of granting me the ability to leap great distances! Such spells were illegal back home! I was excited to try it, but I had heard some terrible tales regarding these spells. Many young mages have actually died as their frail bodies cannot take the impact once they land after leaping. I would need more before I could use this spell...but it may be exactly what I need to make a new name for myself here.

Day 3

3 A.M.

It has been a most eventful night. Sugar Lips was very pleased with the artifacts I had brought back and promised that his next tasks would be more manageable and right in Balmora. The first was to plunder the Hlaalu Manor for some very expensive wine. The current owner had just been murdered recently and no one would be missing the brandy. I had been plundering the area when I had heard footsteps downstairs. I'd rather subdue the person than get caught and be fined or face jail time, but when I went into the room where the footsteps came from, I was greeted with a sight I'd never believe back home, a dunmer woman with fiery red hair. My heart began racing. Tears had recently fallen from her eyes, and yet she did not have any fear when she had seen me, only a request that I find the man responsible for her master's murder.



I had asked around and found out that murderer was actually already disposed of, and strangely enough it was by me! I could not believe it, but I do remember spilling the blood of many thieving brigands since I have arrived. Perhaps this murderer was in that same rabble. I quickly rushed back to the manor to tell this ebony skinned angel the good news. She was delighted, and I beckoned her name, Uryne Nirith. It was then my master plan started, the thing that will make me famous again. I asked Uryne what was the northern most town in Morrowind and she told me Gnisis, I've never heard the name but it didn't matter. I told Uryne that tomorrow at noon, she will see me fly from Balmora to Gnisis, and I will arrive there faster than any man before. She didn't seem to believe me, and figured it was a put on. I told her to tell the mages guild to bring word to Gnisis, that I will arrive there on foot faster than anyone before. Raw McGraw The Acrobat will be born again.

6 P.M.

There were many things that I needed to do in order to prepare for my newest exhibition. In order to gain more money I ran a few more jobs for the Thieves guild. One involved springing another member of the guild from Prison, New-Shoes something or other. In order to the job I had to travel out to boring out Fort Moonmoth again. An Orc woman held the keys to New-Shoes' cell, and though she wouldn't give them to me and I didn't want to try coercing a woman (though an Orc, I must admit that I harbored a small lust towards even this smooth-skinned, capable woman. It would seem that the province of Morrowind brings out the best in the fairer sex), she was not above taking a bribe. Dwemer artifacts must be some sort of black market currency in Morrowind, first Ra'Zhid had some illegal operation that involved them and now this. I had overheard some guards as I was coming in talk about having some in a room in the fort. I had searched around and eventually I saw a few on a shelf. The Imperial Guard could use some better men, as I snatched it right as a guard was entering the room, and I could've sworn he saw me do it.



I brought the artifact back to the Orc woman, and though she knew it came from the guard's room I reminded her that I could easily let them know that she accepted bribes so she agreed to keep her mouth shut about the whole thing and let New-Shoes' go. New-Shoes was an annoying man for sure, and I was glad he would not be following me back to Balmora.





On the way back, I saw a grand sight. A massive flying creature flew overhead. I tried to avoid it but it closed in on me, and was actually quite harmless and gentle. Morrowind has many beauties within it, and I actually may never return to Cyrodill.



The next thing I was going to need, as I returned to Balmora was to become acquainted with the different magics of the world so I could find out the best way to make this jumping feat happen. Though I had played with charms that enabled water walking in the past, there was no way I could do this without guidance, so I headed to the Mage's guild in Balmora and joined it. I was assigned to help some Khajitt gather mushrooms for alchemical uses. She didn't seem much more adapt than I at it, but she promised that she'd help me with enchanting if I helped her out. Because I am not very good with magic yet, I decided that enchanting an item to grant me the ability to slow down while in mid air after using the scrolls would be the best way to do this quickly. It was an annoying task but I did it quickly enough, she was grateful but didn't live up to her promise. It was annoying but she had a superior come down to show her uses of the mushrooms. I had no interest in this and went to leave when I spotted some soul gems at the abandoned desk of the superior. As I had not received proper compensation for the job, I saw no problem with taking them to use when enchanting an artifact for my leap tomorrow.

Day 4

7 A.M.

The Mage's guild has a great service in which they will teleport you to any other mage's guild in Morrowind. It made traveling through the world and also learning spells very easy. I have no interest in spells that can harm people, only ones that alter the physical world and allow me to leap and swim, things that will help an acrobat. I'm hardly competent so I was only able to make use of a basic slowfall spell and a basic shield spell. I am still teaching myself and casting the spells over and over until I am too tired to continue. I may have pushed myself too hard last night, as I have a terrible headache today. But I cannot cancel my planned leap today, I made a promise to Uryne that I intended to keep, I spent most of the night thinking about her in the hopes that I would dream of us together, but no such dream came. It was of no consequence, I would make it reality after today anyway. I have one last matter to attend to, and will head to the mage's guild in Ald'Ruhn to take care of it. There I will enchant an extravagant charm that I found in my bag to grant me the ability to slow my fall after I leap.

11 P.M.

This is it, I am walking to the town square of Balmora now, right outside of Hlaalu Manor where Uryne can see me leap. For the first time since I've arrived at Morrowind, I feel truly alive today and I'm about to reclaim my title of yesteryear. This headache still persists but I will ignore it, not even the Nine themselves will stop my heart. I've already worked out my routine. I will come to the top of the square and proclaim "Ladies and Gentlemen! I am the famous flying Raw McGraw, and I am here before you today to do something that has never been done before! I will be the first man to leap from Balmora to Gnisis and arrive there on foot quicker than any man before has ever done! I will be making this jump in 30 minutes and I implore you bring all you can to see this death-defying feat!" Then when the time comes I will bid them farewell, and blow a kiss to Uryne and finally make the leap. I am heading towards the town square now.



12:01 P.M.

Things haven't gone quite as planned. When I leapt I wound up landing somewhere in the mountains north of Balmora, the good news is that it was so high up that I did not even need my charm to slow me down and safely landed.



These wilds are quite dangerous, and I've been attacked by a few creatures already. It was not a problem though. My head is still killing me though.

12:02 P.M.

I had leapt again, and from the elevated height I reached a distance so high that I was among the very clouds themselves!



My heart raced and I took in a deep breath of fresh air. How Majestic, unfortunately a thick fog stopped me from seeing all of Morrowind from up here. I'm still not quite at Gnisis yet, but I suppose the people there don't have to know that I will need three leaps to do this instead of the one that I promised.

1 P.M.

All is lost.

My third leap did not land me in Gnisis, just shy of it into a small river of muck.



My head is killing me and I feel like I am going to pass out. But I must make it to Gnisis, I must show Uryne who I am. I must make a name for myself. I must be the man I was born to be, Raw McGraw, Acrobat. I traveled north a bit more, and saw some buildings. I had made it! Gnisis was right in front of me. But there were those who had something else in mind. A trio of Dunmer women cutpurses tried to ambush me.



Being unarmored I was nearly killed, it broke my heart to kill those beautiful women. But my heart is broken even more by the fact that I let Uryne down and broke my promise to her. I will not make it to Gnisis faster than any man before. A man on a slit strider would've made it faster. I have lost a lot of blood, and this headache will not relent. I must rest, I am by the campfire left by the women now, and I am curling up next to their corpses. It is appropriately overcast and musty. I think when I wake up I'm going to read through my old entries in the journal, my memory is fuzzy and I can hardly remember a lot that has happened so far. I pray tomorrow will go better, I will win Uryne's heart yet...

[Denmo]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - A Leap for Uryne

Day 1, or I suppose Day 19 from the birth of this journal.

Where do I begin?

After reading the contents of this diary as I sit at the Inn in Caldera, I've come to the frightful conclusion that I am somehow possessed or under the influence of Daedric beings who would serve to torment me. At least four Daedra, by the looks of things. This is most troubling news. The gods have cursed me. I must find a way to remove this malady and quickly. I don't care how, be it God or Daedra.

This is MY BODY. I am the original!

First, I must log my endeavors thus far. I do so in the hopes that some sane citizen of the Empire might read this and send for aid to the McGraw estate.

I recall resting by the fireplace in my luxurious manse. I had just sent away the mistress and her lizard trio, a most enjoyable harem. I winded down the evening with my usual Cyrodillic Brandy. I had just about finished when, I was struck from behind! I heard a hissing Khaajit curse at me - my slave Hrriskar! He attacked me!

Then I awoke here, on the island of Vardenfell in the province of Morrowind, sitting next to a campfire. I was utterly bewildered. I held a bow in my hand and dressed like a ridiculous clown. To make matters worse, there were three dead bodies of Dunmer nearby.



I did not stay to find out who commited the foul crime. I headed south east in search of any sign of civilization or person.

I was attacked! A fearsome green creature unlike anything I've ever seen in Tamriel lunged at me. The bow in my hands felt like jello as I missed the first shot. It lept on top of me and tore at my suit. I wrestled it off and ran. Please understand, reader. I could not take on such a fearsome creature on my own! I had to escape with my life. The equipment was heavy, I had no chance of outrunning the beast with such weight on my legs. I dropped all that I could, save for the clothes on my body.

But to no avail! The creature was still at my heels. I frantically searched my pouch for something, anything! There was a potion of invisibility, praise Septim. I drank it and escaped.



Continuing on, I was attacked again, this time by a flying demon! I could not hope to defend myself with bare fists. It was at this point that I regretted dropping those weapons.

Again I searched my pouch - a scroll of summoning! What luck! I spoke the incantation and a skeleton appeared to defend me.



The spell didn't last long but it was just enough to give me time to escape. At this point I resolved to avoid all the creatures I could.

And then the strangest thing. I met a stranger in the middle of the road.



Only, cover thine eyes, ye weak of stomach, he was stark naked!



A violent man. He threatened me if I did not help him. I could not bear to look at him. A good thing he was paralyzed by a witch, or so he said. I refused to help and ran as fast as I could for fear his paralysis would wear.

I continued on and spotted a woman wearing shiny boots. A redguard who appeared more sensible than the rest of the island's inhabitants. We spoke at length about both of our situations. Pemenie, that was her name, seemed sympathetic. She required escort to a nearby place called Gnaar Mok, and promised her boots to me upon arrival. I could not refuse the lady, but I had to find a bed soon. We agreed to travel to the town of Caldera together and spend the night there.



We started on our way there, but you won't believe this. Another bewitched and naked Nord stood in the road! What is going on??



This must be some trap set by bandits. Gay bandits! I refuse to be tricked and sodomized! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...

I continued on to Caldera. A quaint little town. And Imperial guards! I feel much safer in their company in this strange land.



I am tired and bruised from the many attacks I suffered from the fearsome creatures of this isle. Pemenie plans to awaken early to get a good start, though the poor girl, I fear she is slow in the head. She kept using her hands to feel things as she walked. How odd! I will retire, but not before studying this diary further. Perhaps I may find some clue to this affliction.

[Denmo]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - Raw McGraw sees many things

Day 20

Our camaraderie was short lived.

We left at 6am sharp, but were ambushed by more horrid creatures just an hour into the journey. Pemenie fell, and I fear I would have too if I didn't grab those boots and make a run for it.

And what boots they are! I ran back to Caldera so fast that all the residents saw was an Imperial blur! Incredible shoes. I'm keeping these no matter what.

I had decided to head to Ald'ruhn after escorting Pemenie, but this makes things much easier. I'll even take advantage of the local mages guild for teleportation, which a certain entry in this diary made note of. Ald'ruhn houses a temple of worship. Perhaps they know how to rid me of the demons.

[Denmo]

Re: Morrowind Misadventures - Raw McGraw sees many things

Day 20.1

I arrived at the temple of worship in Ald'Ruhn in no time at all, and have spoken with their high priest.





He listened to my story, and his solution was for me to join the temple. "Through Vivec, all things are possible," so he says.

What the oblivion, I'll give it a shot.

He instructed for me to remove all worldly possessions and don a cheap stinky robe. At this point I will do anything (except give up my new boots. I don't think he noticed them still underneath my robe). I will even take a pilgrimage, which is why he gave me the book, "A Pilgrim's Path" to study.



I skimmed over its pages. It details 7 spots of worship in Morrowind that I must travel and make offerings to. I care not. I will fly to the second moon to restore myself. And with these boots I will get there fast.