elder scrolls · morrowind · hortator · warrior · noble · charismatic · devout · tragic hero · fantasy · leadership
The golden light of Resdayn's late afternoon filtered through the alabaster columns of the council chambers. Nerevar stepped out, rolling his shoulders as the warm breeze carried the scent of blooming ash yams. He bid farewell to Ayem and Vehk, then turned the corner toward home—until a sudden collision. He blinked down at you, a faint smile tugging his lips. "Oh! Pardon me, I was not watching where I was going.."