Necromancer at the Docks

I arrived in morrowind by ship. My only cell-mate was a dark elf named Jiub. He was a skinny fellow with a crisp scar placed neatly across his eye, he didnt talk much, a smuggler i presumed.
I didnt sleep much, and Jiub woke me this time with a strong shake of my shoulder, excited as a school girl he told me "I think we've reached Morrowind! Im sure they'll let us go".

I rose with a stretch and cracked my neck back into place, and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, it seems Im having more nightmares, only these are different. Not the usual sights of my father being slain, and the helm of that damned Redoran, but the shound of a beautiful voice, telling me she is watching over me.

The guard finally got round to seeing us, he stomped up to me with his blunt expression he must have been norn with. "Right, Necro-rat, your coming with me. Jiub, looks like you've got a little more sea sickness to come as your not getting off for another week".

Necro-rat, i suppose I deserve it for my little plays with my dead friends, still it kept me sain, and reminded me of what few skills i have, though I am rusty, I can barely remember how to summon the ghost of my ancestors.

After walking off the ship and listening to the grunts of the guards as I passed, i met a more friendly Imperial at the dock, sure he was an officer, but none-the-less he greeted me with a little more respect, this was a good sign.

"Ah Seregon, we've been expecting you, I hope the trip wasnt too tiresome" He tried to joke.
"You wouldnt want to know Imperial"

"Ah ok then, ehm, just a few formalities and a bit of paper work to go, now where are you from?"

I stared silently around my surroundings for a while. How do I go about telling a guard I lived on a remote island in the middle of no-where, hardly accessable to all but a powerful mage, in which I practised my necromantic arts?

"Oh you wouldnt of heard of it, a small island not far from here. Neyron."
"Hmm. Well I'll look it up later, follow me up to the office and we can finish your release."

That was far too easy, it seems these guards no nothing of my past, perhaps time for a clean slate? Or not, I had a lot of work to do, only this time I would be more careful, as soon as i get out of this dump I'll begin my search for the Telvanni. Although there must be a catch, I wouldnt have been released so easily, I would probably suffering whatever fate it is Jiub is now recieving, poor fool.

I entered the office to find an ageing breton, probably as old as me, although he looked worse for his age, obviously not a wizard of any kind, though he clearly wished to look wise, just an old fool who pushes the paper.

"Ah we've been expecting you, please take a seat this could take a while".
"Id rather stand, and please I am in a hurry, could we hurry this along?"
"Of course, I dont want to look at your criminal face any longer than I have to, but i have a job to do and consider yourself lucky Im not throwing you back into jail where you belong, you should watch your tongue".

Seregons Background.

Name: Seregon Golradir
Race: Dark Elf
Class: Necromancer
Sign: The Atronach

Major Skills:
Conjuration
Mysticism
Alteration
Illusion
Destruction

Minor Skills:
Enchant
Alchemy
Heavy Armor
Unarmored
Short Blade

Background Descripton:
Seregon was born the son of an exiled Telvanni necromancer. He never did lead a normal life, but he never wanted to. From a young age his father slowly taught him the art of necromancy from their small tower his father had grown himself, and although Seregon shown great potential, he had difficulty with some of the more potent spells.

Seregon was always a quiet child, and as he grew older, the less he seen of people, he would much prefer to sit at home reading a book. Seregon always knew his father was up to no good, he often spent nights sneaking out, presumoing Seregon was alseep, but the young necromancer was no fool, and kept a close watch on his father,

One night, three members of house redoran stormed their small abode swords and axe flailing in an attempt to destroy his father, their rage was so clear, even with bonemold helemts fixed tightly to their heads.

Seregons father was always prepared, and evened the odds with a skeletal warrior he had prepared a while ago with his son. The skeleton was of little use though, as the enchanted blades of the Redoran split the skeleton in two with little effort, and quickly doing the same to Seregons father.

Seregon was spared to his suprise, he was at the tender age of 10 years old, the dark elf in the suit ruffled his dark red hair and laughed quietly before he left, slamming his dagger into the table.

Seregon was used to death, but his father had been his only friend, he spent many years of his life trying to bring back his fathers body, but he was too powerful in life for Seregons skills. He realised this and set out to become the most powerful necromancer ever known, he travelled the land seeking out books, fellow necromancer and practicing his skills.

Through his travels he became particularly interested in daedric items of all kinds, and dwemer. His main source of income was through sending his minions into dwemer ruins to bring him artifacts in which he could smuggle.

This unfortunately was his downfall. He always thought he would be imprisoned or killed because of his interest in the dark arts. But he was arrested, and mistaken as a lowly smuggler, by none other than Members of house redoran.

He served many years in prison, each day that passed his hatred for the redoran increased. And although Seregon was used to being alone, it soon became to much for him. His passtime was killing the rats in his sell and reanimating them, this the guards found amusing, and often was given books to read if he put on a good show. Although he found his skills being used in this way degrading, he was one of the few prisoners that had the luxury of reading. One book he was given was about the Great House Telvanni. He read this with great interest, it told of a wonderous house of powerful wizards, skilled in the art of summoning and enchanting.

He read of a wizard called Divayth Fyr, who like himself, collected daedric and dwemer artifacts, how they live for thousands of years and most of all, they despised house redoran. Much like Seregon and his father, the Telvanni just wish to be left alone, to do their bidding. But the Telvanni is rife with necromancers, and house redoran must poke their nose in a necormancers business. It was common place for wizards to be murdered in Redoran raids.

WHen Seregon reached the ripe age of 50 years, he was dragged from his cell, thrown on an imperial ship and set sail. Upon asking the guard where they were going, he replied. "To Morrowind, land of the Dunmer". To which Seregon gave a happy grin.