Black Ash: Prologue

• Posted by Anagar Stormblade January 29, 2014 - 621 views

  As he lay in the cot that he had rented in the back of a tevern in Balmora, Antheis attempted to will himself to get up and dress himself. he heard the distinctive sound of pottery hitting the floor as he rolled over. He couldn't remember how much sujjama he had drank the night before, but the surplus of pots and the emptiness of his coin purse made him think that it was more than his usual amount. He liked to think he inherited the trait from his father. His father, a prominent political figure in Blacklight, hadn't always been a drinker. He actually used to avoid it all together. he only started after Antheis's mother had died. She was killed over a political debate when Anthies was young. After that, he watched his father move from a powerful political leader to a weak drunk. The son of the Neraverine, once one of greatest political leaders in Morrowind had been reduced to nothing. As Antheis rose from his bed he looked out the window at the ash of Vvardenfell. The ash had raised his people, given them power, written his fate, and soon, he would leave his mark on the ash.