Misadventures in Morrowind (Alarian)

I walk beneath the trees, soft petals quieting each footstep. I've never been to Morrowind before, or at least this part of it. For some reason it reminds me of what Tevinter used to be like in the ancient days, back before the andastratian colonization. A dark skinned man with dark hair and red eyes walks up to me, he seems angry, or at least confused. “Who are you?” He asks in Japanese. Ohh boy it's been awhile since I've spoken the language. “Uh uh my-my name is Alarian.” I stutter and he stares at me. “Would it be better if I just spoke elvish?” He asks with a slight grin. I nod “If you could that'd make things easier, thanks.” I reply and he nods. “Of course. You said your name is Alarian?” He begins to walk and I follow him, running a few paces to catch up. “Yeah. Alarian Surana what's your name? Also where are we going?” The two of us exit a red painted archway and begin walking down a long staircase. “My name is Seki Yuuri. Where were going? I don't know about you but I need to meet a friend of mine.” He pronounces his name with an accent, just like I do when saying my Hebrew name, though his is said with a Japanese accent. Yuuri said he needed to meet a friend of his, I wonder who. My thoughts get interrupted as Liz materializes beside me doubled over panting. She signals one minute and stands up straight, stretching briefly. “Ah gosh I forgot how much energy manual materialization took really man how do you do that all the time?” Though the question is more of a rhetorical question. The ponytailed Dunmer man looks between the two of us. “What the hell was that?” Liz looks at him, just now noticing his presence. “Usually if they need me they just summon me and I pop up but this time they didn't so I came on my own. By the way I'm Liz.” He reluctantly shakes her hand and steps away, checking his watch. “I should really get going. Valan is likely wondering where I am, uh, it was nice meeting you.” He waves goodbye, his words process through my head. I run after him “Wait!” He stops, hopping off one stair and falling flat footed on the one below. “What?” There can't be too many Valans in the world so it must be who I'm thinking of. “You said you're meeting with someone named Valan, is their full name Valan Velothi?” A smile breaks out across his face “How'd you know?” I grin “he's a friend of mine.” I explain. “Tell him I say hi won't you?” Yuuri nods in agreement and runs off down the remainder of the staircase leaving Liz and I standing in a place we realize we have no idea where we are. “Want me to get Emmie?” Liz asks as Emile is by far the better one at geography. I nod “if you could be so kind.” I cast a spell and Liz disappears, reappearing shortly after with a taller brown haired girl, Emile Blunt, my second regalia. Not only is she smart but cunning too. Liz is more fun and energetic though has a serious side. “Hiya Em we need help.” She looks around “Where the hell are we what the absolute fuck.” She says incredulously . “That's what we wanted you for.” Liz sighs and facepalms. Emmie laughs nervously “rip.” She looks more closely at the city at the bottom of the stair case. “Wait a second-” we turn to face her. “We're in Blacklight, in northern Morrowind!” Huh, I though Morrowind was an island. I squint looking out into the foggy distance and see ripples of water. That must be the inner sea. Ohhhhhhh that makes sense. Emmie turns to face us “What do you say, shall we go down to the city?” Liz bounces from one foot to the other before dashing off down the stairs “Heck yeah!” Emile and I look at each other stifling laughter before running after her.

The three of us walk through an open market, being mostly unnoticed by the citizens bustling about. That's a relief, if this were thedas then we'd be stared down by angry townspeople, except maybe Emile, but that's not for certian. Here people simply ignore us, writing us off as two elves and a human. Tamriel is much more accepting than Thedas, though still has its own problems. A red haired man sits atop a flat roofed stone building, hanging his legs over the side and eating an apple. Two others appear next to him, black hair pulled back into ponytails. One of them I recognize as Yuuri, though I don't know the woman. The red haired man waves down at me. It's Valan, should have guessed, most Dunmer have black hair, not crimson coloured red. I wave back slightly. “That the guy you mentioned earlier?” I nod “His names Valan.” Emile comes up to us and tosses each of us an apple “You saw nothing.” She says firmly, giving subtle confirmation the fruits are in fact stolen. I take a bite of it, it's sweeter than the ones I'm normally used to, tastes a bit ashy though. If I had to choose though it's likely I'd choose these. The three of us wander around the market and into a few shops before getting tired and heading back home where we belong. Emmie goes back to tell Liam about her excursion while Liz and I explain to Alistair all the details of our daily misadventure.