Post by Salvahkiin on Feb 1, 2014 1:06:06 GMT -5
Modyn listened to the Bosmer's story, although sad, being forced into slavery, and then being kidnapped by the Thieves Guild and being trained by them. Not the best of upbringings, but she seemed to live day to day by this. His life wasn't as hard, but he had been through quite a bit, and may break the ice, and let the Orsimer and Bosmer actually start to trust the man.
"I am Modyn Seran, born 2E 897, in Mournhold, Morrowind. The Seran family was quite prestigious, back in another age. I had a fascination with the missing races of Nirn, the Dwemer, the Falmer, the Chimer. I also had quite the knack for Magic. At the turning of adulthood, I began my formal magical education in the College of Winterhold, back in it's glory days. I spent a few decades there, and then left to pursue my personal pursuits, the Dwemer. I spent quite a time venturing through the various Dwemer ruins dotted across Tamriel. After my lust for adventure was fulfilled, I went to the Mages Guild of Cyrodiil, and spent nearly a century there. I then went back to venturing through the Dwemer Ruins of Morrowind, and I learned quite a bit there. That was when the Oblivion Crisis happened. I ventured back to my family's estate, and when I got there, it was being torched by Daedra. I did something that I shouldn't have, and summoned a Lich, a master level spell, and it successfully killed the Daedra, but my family was lost. I passed out due to my magicka banks being depleted, and I was healed at a local temple. That was when I formed this place. I first just built this house, and left it on it's own, my personal estate. I was then accepted into the College of Whispers, an elite conjuration school. I spent quite a time there, but came back here to protect my land in the case of Stormcloaks attempting to burn down my house. I was sitting on my porch, and Merilar came up the road, being chased by Bandits. I scared them away, and healed her. She then convinced me to turn this place into a village. I named it Sau av Morae, which means People of Wisdom in Dwemer."
Merilar shook the Orc's hand, and he introduced himself. It was rude not to introduce herself, and so she did.
"Dunaar gro-Shaal. Wandering smith and warrior by trade. Who are you?"
"Merilar Velothi, I tend to things Modyn himself cannot."
"I am Modyn Seran, born 2E 897, in Mournhold, Morrowind. The Seran family was quite prestigious, back in another age. I had a fascination with the missing races of Nirn, the Dwemer, the Falmer, the Chimer. I also had quite the knack for Magic. At the turning of adulthood, I began my formal magical education in the College of Winterhold, back in it's glory days. I spent a few decades there, and then left to pursue my personal pursuits, the Dwemer. I spent quite a time venturing through the various Dwemer ruins dotted across Tamriel. After my lust for adventure was fulfilled, I went to the Mages Guild of Cyrodiil, and spent nearly a century there. I then went back to venturing through the Dwemer Ruins of Morrowind, and I learned quite a bit there. That was when the Oblivion Crisis happened. I ventured back to my family's estate, and when I got there, it was being torched by Daedra. I did something that I shouldn't have, and summoned a Lich, a master level spell, and it successfully killed the Daedra, but my family was lost. I passed out due to my magicka banks being depleted, and I was healed at a local temple. That was when I formed this place. I first just built this house, and left it on it's own, my personal estate. I was then accepted into the College of Whispers, an elite conjuration school. I spent quite a time there, but came back here to protect my land in the case of Stormcloaks attempting to burn down my house. I was sitting on my porch, and Merilar came up the road, being chased by Bandits. I scared them away, and healed her. She then convinced me to turn this place into a village. I named it Sau av Morae, which means People of Wisdom in Dwemer."
Merilar shook the Orc's hand, and he introduced himself. It was rude not to introduce herself, and so she did.
"Dunaar gro-Shaal. Wandering smith and warrior by trade. Who are you?"
"Merilar Velothi, I tend to things Modyn himself cannot."
