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I think most of us are in the war room, who are we waiting on?
Morticia found a room a bit further back away from the busiest areas of the ship. She wouldn't want anyone complaining about strange occurrences. She plopped down on the bed with a gloomy sigh. "We haven't even left and I already wish I were back home. What did I do to deserve this" she said, turning to Bonnie. The doll tilted her head slightly as if not knowing. "Oh Bonnie you always know what to say" that was when Morticia noticed a rip on the fabric of Bonnie's shoulder. "You broke yourself again, really? I should've made you out of iron. Come here." Bonnie sat on the bed and Morticia positioned herself behind the doll and got to work sewing the damaged area back together.

Several minutes later Bonnie pointed to the clock on the wall, alerting Morticia. "What, the meeting in the war room? I don't wanna go, it's just gonna being boring jabber about nothing. I'd rather take a nap" she said lying down on the bed. But Bonnie kept repeatedly yanking on Morticia's sleeve until she gave in. "Alright, alright, I'll go." She then lazily dragged her feet to the war room and joined the others.
"Hurry up Bonnie! They're gonna leave without us!" Morticia complained as Bonnie struggled to keep up whilst carrying several bags. The two stopped by Morticia's room on the way to the hangar to pick up some supplies. There was no way she was going on a trip without a few books and other essentials. Once they finally arrived they were greeted by a rain of confetti; prompting Bonnie to open the umbrella again.

"My my, what do we have here?" Morticia grinned when she saw the collection of corpses strewn about. She was about to get to work when Bonnie tugged her sleeve to inform her of the others. "Oh, hello. I was just... You fellas here for the TAC squad?" she said with an awkward smile, hiding the candle and chalk she was holding behind her back. "I'm Morticia. I hope that wasn't our ship" she said, looking at the freshly crashed airship.
I'm gonna wait for another post before I post again.
Ria awoke when the bumpy waves knocked on her noggin. Many of the passengers were moving to the top deck so naturally she followed. There she saw the endless sea halted by a streak of land just visible on the horizon. Morrowind, home of the Dunmer. She was still getting used to being somewhere other than Cyrodiil. A sense of adventure filled her veins, this is where she would find fortune. Before the ship docked Ria equipped her iron armor and sheathed her steel sword. The weight felt familiar to the seasoned warrior.

The feel of solid ground was comforting as she stepped on the unmoving earth. She should be in Seyda Neen, or she hoped she was. The entirety of the landscape, the plants, dirt, and architecture, felt alien. And truth be told, she had no idea where to begin. First things first, she should find an inn or tavern of some sort. She followed some of the other passengers, hoping they actually knew their way around.
As the celebration heightened the sky became a canvas painted by the glowing color of magics and illusions. Morticia watched with widened eyes, thoroughly impressed by the spectacle. Her magic was not nearly as spectacular or fun, such is the nature of the dark arts. Dancers, acrobats, and performers of every sort skipped and pranced through the crowds infecting everyone with their cheerfulness. Even Morticia found herself moving her feet to the beat of the bards. But a tug on her sleeve from Bonnie warned her about the nearing messenger. He looked official, so Morticia assumed the news was unsavory. She wiggled her way through the crowd tying the lose the messenger but Bonnie's clumsy steps slowed her down.

"Are you Ms. Morticia Vitann?" the messenger said, trying to speak over the crowd.

"It's not robbery if they're dead! It's not like they're using it!" she immediately replied.

"What? I have a message for you." he said as he handed her the letter.

"Oh... forget I said anything." She took the letter and took a look, relieved she wasn't in trouble again. The contents were mostly filler, basically requesting her for a mission. Under normal circumstances should would have refused, missions are of no interest to her. The Arcane Coalition has access to resources she needs for her research, that's all. But the bottom of the message warned that if she didn't take the mission she could face a hefty fine for a certain graveyard incident. And so Morticia made her way towards the airship docks with Bonnie behind her carrying bags of various souvenirs she bought at the festival.
I vote for BoobTongue XD, but Aurora is ok I guess...
Name: Ria Silmane
Race: Imperial
Class: Fighter
Homeland: Cyrodiil
Faction(s): none
What brings you to Morrowind?: hiding and treasure hunting
Short History: Ria was born and raised in the imperial city. She grew up watching matches in the famous arena and eventually became a gladiator. She did well, winning several matches and even having a few fans. When she climbed higher up the tournament ladder she was approached by "merchants" who wanted to rig the fights. After she refused they tried to persuade her with the aide of bandits. It was nothing she couldn't handle at first, but it kept escalating and she decided it would be best to lay low for a while. Some of her fellow gladiators told her about people finding fortunes in Morrowind. With no better options, she packed her sword and traveled east to the land of the Dunmer.
I'm ready anytime. Did we find everyone?
Yes. Funny, I just got the dragonborn DLC
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