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The Stone Elves are the blended result of outlander Dark Elves and the Wood Elves of the borders of the Western Valenwood Forests and Cyrodiil. They dwell mainly in the borderlands of southern Cyrodiil, where the land is wild and unforgiving. Due to this, they have developed hardy constitutions and natural athleticism and grace, necessary to survive in the wilds. Called Stone Elves, in large to their hardy nature and resilience, but also as a reference to their pale earthen-grey skin (as a result of the blending of the two elven races). They often retain a slight reddish tint to their eyes and a have a fair resistance to flame; a sure sign of their Dark Elven heritage. Shunned by most heartland Dark Elves, the Stone Elves retain close ties to their Valenwood cousins, learning much from the kindred elves of the wilds. The Stone Elves are adept Geomancers, as they are able to draw power from the earth (often going bare footed in some fashion to better connect with the earth that gives them strength). At great cost, the Stone Elves can summon the very bones of the earth to rise up as defense or aid in battle.
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Nakiva's Current Level: 22
Stated Class: Wanderer
Her Major Skills: Long Blade, Marksman, Light Armor, Alteration, Alchemy
Her Minor Skills: Short Blade, Restoration, Conjuration, Mysticism, Unarmored
My name is Nakiva Sadaira. I was born on the 13th of Heart Fire in the wastes of Morrowind to a humble Ashlandic Cheiftan and his Bosmer Slave-Bride. I know nothing more about my blood parents, for they were murdered during the time of unrest amongst the Vvardenfell tribes. The Imperials of Cryodiil did all they could to make the land peaceful, and for a time, they did, though random skirmishes in the Ashlands were unavoidable. En route to a small fishing town twenty-two years ago, my step-father, Marcus Arrellius came upon an entirely burnt out village. One of the tribes had attacked my people's camp and completely laid it bare. Huts were nothing more than ash and beams, bodies were thrown about like ragdolls, the expressions on their face a combination of surprise and horror.
Marcus felt a great pang of grief for the people of my village, as there were no logical reasons to slay women & children. While searching the area for any survivors, he heard a sound he never expected to hear. A little ways away from the communal huts, came the sound of baby crying. Rushing over, he discovered an infant me clutched in my mother's arms, her long black hair swaddling me like a quilt, and my father's body with arms outstretched towards her small crumpled body. Without thought, Marcus took me up in his arms and figured now was as good a time as any to retire and make haste back to the Imperial City. There, he raised me as any normal Imperial child.
Read the Prologue
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This is the story of my Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind character. A little Stone Elf named Nakiva. It contains spoilers for the game's major & some minor quests. I also take full advantage of mods and there are indeed spoilers for some of those extra quests. Now that you have been warned, a little history!
Morrowind, the Game of the Year edition -- which includes the two popular expansions, Tribubnal and Bloodmoon, was released in 2002. For the past 6 years it has been extraordinarily popular among avid gamers and modders. It is simply one of the most open-ended, totally customizable RPGs in existence for the PC. It also has quite the following for an Original XBox version which is completely free of mods and graphical upgrades.
For me, it all started back in December of 2007. I was looking for a new game after exhausting myself with Baulder's Gate and Fable that I needed something new. Something, in RPG form. I had rekindled my love of the roleplaying game and much to the dismay of my roommate and boyfriend, had begun to play this crazy game all the time. At first I had no idea what I was in for and every thing in the game made my head spin. There were so many options, so many different paths and ways to do things and I just had no clue even where to begin.
After logging many hours into one drunk Wood Elf with a bad attitude, I decided to break down and get the PC version of the game. I had become increasingly active in the forums and had become a big fan of some of the modded additions. After that, it's been day after day, still in love with the game and even more so as I can tailor the experience for me and for my character.
These days, whenever I feel an urge to pop in the ol' Xbox version and see what unmodded Morrowind looks like, I cringe and feel an even more overwhelming urge to run away.
So, as I digress from the point of this mini-article, I have to say that because Morrowind exists, so shall this website. It's a fan-fiction about my main character, her journey through Vvardenfell, and all the weird people she meets. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy playing and writing. | | |
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