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  1. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC This is the Out of Character Discussion thread for the Tavern Tales Morrowind. Want to chat about the current goings on in Malacath's Tavern world, this is your stop! Please be courteous, buy the first round if you're new, and keep your arse outta Grond's chair...he's probably sleeping in it. Tavern Actors: Where Are They Now... P'urza - has taken a room in the Tavern awaiting the Red one Jaxius - has arrived to discover the Tavern caters to many exotic tastes Red - has arrived in the Tavern half frozen Fin - has arrived in the Tavern ready for a hot buttered rum Non-Player Tavern Actors Fiska: LINK Orc, Healer/Alchemist, a wanderer, Fiska is often at residence in Malacath's Tavern but is sometimes gone for long periods in the wilds We will add new folks as character sheets are posted. ----Useful Tavern Information---- Tavern Tales Morrowind takes place several decades after the Red Mountain disaster, post Alduin in Skyrim, after the main land in Vvardenfel has recovered significantly from the destruction. The Tavern is located north of Raven Rock in Solstheim AND on a small pitch of land off the swampy Bitter Coast in Vvardenfel. There are two doors within the Tavern's main hall, each one leading to a different exterior. There are additional stable hands and maids and various other folks who care for the tavern, its grounds, peoples and horses but they have no name and don't need them really. They're just there, like background noise The Tavern is a magical place that is always well stocked, well staffed, and can house as many people as needed. It does not appear on any map and the road leading to it is often only found by those who need it. Besides the Tavern itself there is a stable and training yard out back, river flowing nearby, gardens, and a few small out buildings for storage and housing staff. ----- Please keep your adds to the Tales to 1,000 words or less!
  2. Tavern Tales: Morrowind Volume One Please keep your adds to the Tales to 1,000 words or less! | Say Hello in the OOC thread to join the upcoming game! Near the Bitter Coast in Vvardenfel... In a flash, the normal rhythm of night in the swamp fed wilds erupted with a wash of light and a cracking like thunder under a cloudless sky. A nervous group of Orsimer hunters took to their feet and palmed their weapons; keen eyes searching the sky. To the west of their encampment, small traces of light were drifting to the ground like a million tiny stars falling from heaven. The hunters exchanged uncertain glances, but their leader, a hunter of many seasons and scars called Rutek, motioned them forward. “Come,” he said quietly, but steadfast as he led his wavering band on toward where the light had been. Several clicks away the trees parted in the swamp revealing a pitch of dry earth, and a structure that seemed of human build, though none of them who hunted here often, had ever seen it’s like before. Rutek steppes cautiously onto the sodden path leading to the door of the structure, reaching a hand out to touch the lights still floating lazily upon them like ash, vanishing as they connected with his weathered palm. “Rutek,” one of the younger hunters hissed at him from where the other hunters remained under the cover of the trees, “there’s a odd wind,” he warned, “we should not enter.” The older Orsimer snorted with a nod, “Aye,” he took a step back, “we should collect the Wise Woman, she can tell us what magic this is.” The hunters agreed and headed back into the woods, happy to put the mysterious place behind them for now. The wise woman was an exile named Rolfiska living alone in the wilds where she dabbled in herbology and alchemical arts. Very few travelers ever approached her modest hut least of all those of her own race who knew her as an exile, so she was surprised to be awoken in the night by a band of nervous orcs rambling quickly about mystic lights and a strange house in the swamp. Intrigued, Fiska slipped her satchel over her head and palmed her staff before motioning for them to show her what they’d found. When the wise woman finally stepped onto the path before the mysterious structure, only Rutek fell in step behind her. The two approached slowly and Fiska tilted her head curiously. The thatch roof, dormered windows, and imperial craft were just as her kinsmen had described, but it shimmered ethereally as if it was only a mirage. Rutek reached out a hand to touch one of the posts and it passed through the structure like mist. “Tis illusion,” Rutek muttered, “only air.” Fiska tilted her head to one side then the next noting the way the vision seemed to be floating a few inches off the ground, “Not an illusion,” she corrected, “something crossing the way.” “What way?” the hunter grunted doubtfully. “The way between this and that,” she answered as she sized up the structure, “I believe we simply have to…knock,” she tapped the door with her staff, stunned that it seemed to meet with a solid form. Suddenly the illusion was made whole, the structure settled into the sod with a whumph, firelight sprang up in the windows, torches around them lit, and Rutek stumbled backward away through the wooden yard fence, his courage spent. Suddenly a dark elf woman appeared in the yard chopping kindling on a block and a Nordic man came around the corner of the yard leading a sorrel mare by a rope lead. “Evening miss,” he greeted her as though nothing of magical or extraordinary significance was unfolding, barely acknowledging the hunter retreating back to his brothers in the swamp, “Welcome to the Tavern, need a room? Nip to drink? Head on inside,” he suggested, taking the horse toward a stable Fiska hadn’t even noticed. Fiska opened the door bravely, too curious to fall back despite the warnings in her mind. The room beyond the door was wide and inviting, wooden tables and chairs were placed around the room in corners both dark and lit. There was a sizable carved bar counter in the center surrounded by food stores and barrels containing a variety of brews. There was no one manning the bar, the tavern seemed empty in fact save for another burly Nord sleeping in a comfortable high-backed chair by the large central fireplace. His snores were deep as though he’d been there for some time, the mug dangling loosely in his hand drained dry, and two large seemingly grey dogs, perhaps mastiffs, were curled around his feet. As Fiska neared, one of the dogs raised an eyelid and growled a warning that turned her away from the Nord and over to the bar. The wise woman stepped behind the bar and instantly felt a strange sense of homecoming. She took up a rag and started wiping down the smooth walnut bar top, taking stock of everything behind the bar. “Ale if ye please,” the big Nord was suddenly awake and setting his mug on the counter with a thud; dropping a few coins beside it. Fiska hesitated, “What is this place?” “The Tavern of course,” the Nord chuckled, “I’m called Grond, this Tavern and I go way back.” “I’m Fiska,” the wise woman offered as she refilled his drink, seeming to just know what barrel to draw from. Grond had a twinkle in his eyes over his broad grin, “Looks like the Tavern means for ye to be her new keeper. Sometimes ye find yer tavern and sometimes yer tavern finds ye eh?” She did understand, "What happens now?" "Where are we?" he sniffed the air like a hound, "smells like the Bitter Coast," he snorted, starting back toward his chair, "So now we just wait. Sooner or later, those who have need will find their way here to moor," he said cryptically, setting himself down before the fire to enjoy a fresh brew.
  3. [SUPPORT] Donations Needed!

    Support the Alliance, Donate Today Back when we started TESA, a ragtag band of modders looking to create a home for a modding school where knowledge and collaboration, fellowship, would maintain a future for the modding community we had come to love, it cost us about $15 a month to run the site server. As the site got bigger, the hosting demands got more intense and we were forced onto a Private VPS server to prevent closing, which costs around $200 a month (that doesnt include hefty license renewals and domain fees). We had a group of investors willing to split the cost and everything was back on track. Over time though, those investors have dwindled down to one staunch supporter and myself. Someday soon I hope my game development ventures create an income that allows me to pay for all of TESA's expenses myself and we'll never have to fear losing our Alliance again, but until then we depend on our membership for financial support. Please consider making a donation or updating your account to a paid membership and help us keep the lights on! Every little bit really does help, you can even donate as little as $1. If just half our membership donated $1 we'd be set for years to come. So please give and help us continue our mission to preserve the ES modding community, bring modders free hosting and planning tools, exclusive resources, and one on one modding instruction in our modding school. Thanks and Appreciation from the TESA Team! Want to donate but don't have PayPal? Use this LINK to donate securely with your credit card!
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    Only $100 to go! If you can kick in toward the new server, please help us keep the lights on! Again, you can pledge through our sister site here: http://www.druidgameworks.com/forums/index.php?/donate/make-donation/ Just select the TESA server from the goal list before pledging!
  5. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC Discussion, I

    Nice one! I’ve been brain storming some trouble for us to run into
  6. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC Discussion, I

    Ive added again since everyone seems buried in the CK at the moment There’s an opening for new players to join the adventure in Balmora! If you’re not at the Tavern yet you can always join us there or along the way!
  7. Tavern Tales Morrowind: Volume One

    The next morning, the sun was shining in wide bands that broke through islands of dark clouds overhead yet all around the Tavern, raindrops pattered lazily on the broad leathery leaves of the coastal trees. Fin stepped out of the Tavern and into Vvardenfel, stretching his back before slipping his bow across his frame. It was a stark contrast to the cold forests of Solstheim he had left the night before. Behind the Tavern he found a stable exactly like the one hundreds of miles away in the north, and despite the impossibility, there he found Rabbit waiting for him, tossing her head happily as she munched on a pile of hay the stable hand must have given her. In the stall beside her, Red’s mount Savior was trying to get her attention, running his snout over the high wall between them and grunting in earnest. Rabbit stopped eating and whinnied sweetly when she saw her Fin, dancing happily in place when he reached over the gate to pet her. Savior bumped the back of Fin’s shoulder in annoyance and the wood elf chuckled as he pushed the gelding’s nose away. “Hey now,” he chided lightly, “don’t give up so soon, she’s particular.” “Aren’t we all?” Red chuckled as she walked in on their exchange. “All what?” P’urza asked curiously, not understanding what her Red friend was talking about. Fin opened the stall gate and stepped inside with Rabbit to brush her out and saddle her up himself. He noted the lady thief seemed set on doing the same with her horse, stable hands be damned, appreciating their bond. “This one hopes Balmora will have something sweet,” P’urza mused as she draped herself over the end wall of Savior’s stall to watch Red work. The thief laughed, “The half dozen sweet rolls you had for breakfast are wearing off already?” P’urza shrugged, “There are sweeter things than rolls.” Finished, the ranger led Rabbit out of her stall by her reins, “I’ve haven’t been to Balmora since it was rebuilt, but I’ve heard tales.” Red nodded, “Then you know to watch your back.”
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  9. [SUPPORT] Donations Needed!

    We’re planning to move to a cheaper server, but we have to raise $200 to do this as the cheaper server bills annually not monthly. But that $200 will keep TESA up for a whole year! So if you can kick in, we would really appreciate if! You can pledge through our sister site here: http://www.druidgameworks.com/forums/index.php?/donate/make-donation/ Just select the TESA server from the goal list before pledging!
  10. [TECH SUPPORT] Sitewide Maintenance & Updating

    Update: All mods that are staying have been moved, many that were orphaned with few downloads were removed. The downloads section is no longer open for uploads unless your membership is one of the colored ID groups. Next thing to go will be attachments. You can manage your attachments from the user nav. We’ll be deleting them all to clear the system so you have a couple days to download anything from your inbox that you want to keep. Once uploads are nuked, storage limits will be added to keep the bloat away!
  11. We Are Currently Under Construction! TES Alliance is preparing for a major update site wide! We'll be phasing out some features that see little use and bringing in some new things, we'll be picking up the modding competition torch {if there's enough interest), adding new classes, polishing themes, and changing some things around for a better TESA experience overall. We expect the upgrade on the user end to begin tonight and going through this weekend. There will be a few weeks of tweaks and changes to follow the initial upgrade, but we'll do that on a live board to reduce the downtime for you folks and of course we'll announce the completion with a full change log so you don't miss any features! If you are an experienced modder and are interested in teaching one of the open courses here on TESA, please PM me, we are looking for new scholars to take up these prestigious positions! Some fresh new fun for TESA ahead! We appreciate your patience during this upgrade process, if you have questions or concerns feel free to post here. Cheers, DarkRider & the TESA Team
  12. It’s quite an old game, it likely doesn’t sell very well year to year now. It’s probably not that they don’t care but more than likely the money men say there’s no money there to justify putting any more attention into it. That’s fairly common in the industry overall though, studios are usually chasing the next new thing.
  13. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC Discussion, I

    I’ve posted a short piece just to move us forward a bit and to show the new folks that not every add has to be a thousand words to play. Now is a good time to jump in for the next adventure!
  14. Tavern Tales Morrowind: Volume One

    “As long as the snows are behind us, I wouldnt mind the ride,” Fin replied finishing his meade with a satisfied sigh. He stood and put more coins on the counter than his drink was worth, “I’ll take a room for the night, and to return to for a time.” Red nodded at Fiska when the orc woman collected his coins, taking a few of her own from her purse to pay her way, “Me as well.” ”Who knows, maybe I’ll find new contracts in Balmora,” Fin added as he headed for the wide wooden stairway leading upstairs, “I’ll rejoin you in the morning. Till then thief, good rest.” Red waves with a chuckle, “I look forward to our next adventure, ranger.”
  15. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC Discussion, I

    Ding dong the Troll is dead and into the Tavern come Fin and Red! My next add is posted, looking forward to seeing some new players!
  16. Tavern Tales Morrowind: Volume One

    Without further hesitation Fin loosed his first arrow, the daedric steel boring deep into the troll’s hide near its neck and knocking it back a step but not arresting its charge. The beast roared leaning into its massive forearms to speed up. Red braced herself and called over her shoulder, “That’s no good.” “I see,” Fin muttered as he nocked two arrows together and loosed them after the charging beast landing them deep in the beast’s chest. He nocked two more and loosed them, driving them right into the beast’s skull. This time it stumbled but it reached out to take Red down with it. The lady thief waited until the last moment before ducking under its reaching claws and sliced her blade upward across its exposed belly as she moved aside. The troll finally fell, groaned and exhaled its last snoring breath as it came to a rest in the snow. Blood seeped out from around the body and Red returned her blade to its sheathe before tucking a stray hair back behind her ear. “Well that was dramatic,” she sighed as the ranger approached to retrieve his arrows, “I suppose this is the part where I have to fight you for my freedom?” Fin shook his head with a shrug as he slipped his bow back over his shoulder, “I was paid to find you, I did my part. Your freedom is up to the Legion and…” he looked around, “they don’t seem to be here.” She nodded, “Fair enough….thanks.” she sized up the snow piled around them, “Now how do we get out of here?” The wood elf looked around for a moment as the horses returned to their sides, “There, we can cut through the wood over that ridge, it should be low enough for the horses to climb.” Red pulled herself up into Savior’s saddle, “Let’s pray this snowfall doesn’t get any worse.” --- Escaping the ridge lined goat path proved easy but the woods were overgrown and there was no clear road to follow. As the hours flew by the sky was growing darker and there was no sign nor marker to lead the pair out of the wilderness. Though the sun must have still been hanging on the horizon, the snow was falling so heavily it was like being shrouded in a premature nightfall. Rabbit’s breaths were coming in heavy snorts and her footing was slowed by the fresh snow slipping under her hooves. The Ayleid lantern on her saddle surrounded them in a blue green glow that seemed to be holding back the darkness that would otherwise swallow them. He looked over his shoulder, immediately sorry as his face was turned into the wind and snow quickly gathered in his hood, but his companion had grown quiet. Behind them Savior was following steadfastly, so close Fin could almost reach out and touch him, but Red was slumped over in the saddle motionlessly. Her cloak was drawn up over her head, her face buried against her mount, and her back was covered with heavy snow. They would be buried if they didn’t find shelter. In times of crisis, the wilderness had often come to his aid in unexpected ways, and as Fin turned his attention forward again he said a silent prayer his ancestors would send help to bring them safely out of the cold. Suddenly an eerie golden light appeared in the trees, cutting through the snow, it blinked out then reappeared a moment later lower to the ground, then again appearing closer to Rabbit’s face where it hung for a moment swirling and ebbing, causing the mare the whinny shortly in surprise. “A wisp,” Fin smiled, using his gift to connect to the creature, “we need shelter. Do you know the way?” The wisp rose and flashed a few times quickly as if answering and then flew ahead leaving a golden spray of sparks trailing behind it. Finn nudged Rabbit to follow, the little mare speeding up to an awkward canter on such unsteady ground. Following the wisp it cut through the trees along a path long buried in the snow they never would have seen, but after traveling a mile or so more lights appeared in the trees ahead. These were fire lights and as they drew closer the wisp disappeared and Fin broke through the woods and into a clearing where a heavily carved Nordling inn was standing stoically against the storm. The yard was lined with lanterns on posts which lit the way to a large stable just behind the main building. Fin slid from his saddle, grabbing the reins of both horses and dragged them into the shelter of the outbuilding. The temperature immediately climbed twenty degrees and Red groaned as she came to life under her cloak. Fin unclipped the cloak from her neck and drew it off of her, knocking several pounds of snow onto the ground. Red raised her head, feeling a welcome warmth radiating off a nearby lantern, “Did we die?” Fin nodded earnestly with a grin, “Yes, come see.” She chortled, sitting up in the saddle and watched as the wood elf led Rabbit into one of the empty stalls and started to remove her tack and his gear. They were in the middle of the high woods, she had never seen a place like this in these wilds before and part of her was reserved. But after seeing Fin’s ease and trusting his instincts she soon climbed down and settled Savior in a neighboring stall, slipping him some sugar cubes from her pocket in gratitude. When the horses were settled the two companions collected their gear and made their way back into the snow toward the inn’s heavy wooden door. It was slightly frozen in the joints and it yawned with a crack as they pushed it opened together, warmth and light enveloping them and drawing them in. As the doors closed behind them it was as though they had been teleported into a dream. A hearty fire was crackling, the aromas of various brews, stews, and pies filled their senses and the terrible winter cold was left behind them. “So…” Red ventured, “we DID die out there?”
  17. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC Discussion, I

    Woot! Nice add Guru, looks like that Troll and I are going another round!
  18. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC Discussion, I

    And my post is up! Sorry it took so long I was writing from baby jail
  19. Tavern Tales Morrowind: Volume One

    In the high north of Solstheim… Finwëdwyn Caranthir crouched low to the snow and passed his palm over the ever shifting surface, watching the subtle changes in light as his shadow drifted over unseen traces of footprints left in the ice. This mark was more clever than most, her footfalls light, crossing on stone where she could to avoid leaving tracks. Only a few feet ahead he picked up her trail again. She’d had a mount waiting for her among the trees, the horse’s heavy steps would be easier to follow. “Come on now, Elf,” the Legion Captain Eron barked from his saddle, “bloody snow. I’m freezing to death. I thought you said this ranger knew how to track,” he grumbled to the sergeant beside him. Sergeant Macen shrugged, “The men say he can find anything, anywhere, even trails long dead.” The captain snorted doubtfully, “This had better be worth the gold we paid is all I can say. If we don’t retrieve the package that devil woman snitched we’ll all hang for it.” Fin sighed listening to them argue as he drew Rabbit closer by the reins held in his hand. The little mare nudged his shoulder and he brushed the lightly falling snow from her face before pulling himself back up in the saddle. “What say you Fin? We have a target?” Macen called, pulling his own horse’s head up. The wood elf nodded once, “There is a trail, this way, we should move quickly,” he said, pushing Rabbit into a swift canter. He leaned low over her neck, keeping his eye on the tracks and any traces in the underbrush the other horse may have left as they made their way into thicker woods. There was no way to overtake their quarry quietly, the legionnaires thundered behind him like a coming storm. Suddenly a form darted onto the path just ahead of them in a spray of loose snow. It was a cloaked woman, set atop a black and white dappled gelding, red hair flying in the wind like a flag. She must have been camping nearby and heard their approach, like a bird flushed from its hiding place. Her mount was galloping at speed to save his rider from the enemy and Fin pushed Rabbit to pick up the pace, hearing the soldiers drawing swords and kicking their horses into the fray. The woman was deft in her saddle, weaving between the trees effortlessly. After only a mile, Fin glanced over his shoulder and saw their path and pace had separated several of the soldiers off the chase. By her surety, the woman knew the terrain well, and Fin started to sense she was leading them somewhere. She turned her horse sharply down into the ravine of a river long dried, filled with snow and rock. As she passed under a fallen tree she reached out with a small knife and cut a line. A branch swung just over his head, but Fin was sitting so low to Rabbit it passed over him and struck the first two soldiers following him. Once he cleared the log, he drove Rabbit up out of the ravine to ride alongside, keeping pace with the red haired woman from above. Another of the soldiers lost his balance and fell from his mount attempting to follow Fin, but the three remaining managed to escape the ravine and any other traps the thief had laying in wait on that course. “Gods they have a ranger with them,” the woman hissed to her mount, “come on boy, let’s see how they do with heights,” she turned him up out the other side of the ravine and up a narrow goat pass which led into the tree lined hills. The snow picked up, growing thicker and falling faster. She hated the cold, but in the moment her adrenaline was keeping her warm enough. As she reached the top of the first hill she could see the elven ranger still leading the Legion riders, a distinctly Ayleid lantern on his saddle glowed with the iridescent light of a welkynd stone, giving them a guide through the heavy snow. She sighed, she had hoped the brewing blizzard would have scared them off, but these seemed more determined than imperial soldiers she’d encountered before. She pressed further up the goat pass, “Time to disappear, Savior.” At the top of the next rise the path ended on a cliff face and the only way forward was a narrow wooden bridge the Nords had suspended for herding goats across to the other meadow. It was the sort of crossing that would give most horses pause, but the little gelding and his lithe rider trotted across in a practiced ballet; Savior’s hooves almost tapping out a cadence. On the other side, the path resumed and the red haired woman laughed, her mount tossing his head playfully, both certain the chase was over as they vanished into the snowfall. As they reached the height of the path the soldiers had overtaken Fin, charging in for the arrest, and as the two lead horses reached the bridge they reared up in terror, haphazardly leapt in the air as if trying against their own nature to obey but falling back against the snow. One crushed his rider, scrambled to his feet, bucking and screaming as he ran passed Fin heading down the path. The other knocked his rider out cold against a tree before wandering and bucking into the safety of a clearing; Macen was slumped over in his saddle limply. Only Captain Eron managed to pull his horse to a stop in time to avoid being thrown. “You go over first Elf,” he growled at Fin as if the ranger were to blame for their foul luck. Fin eyed the bridge for a moment, patted Rabbit’s neck, then slid out of the saddle, taking her by the reins and leading her onto the pass. The mare snorted nervously as she stumbled a bit to meet hoof to wood, her ears pricked to and fro, but she followed her Fin across the narrow bridge bravely. When they reached the other side, Eron dismounted and led his horse across in turn, the heavy bay seemed encouraged by Rabbit’s successful crossing. Back in the saddle they resumed their pursuit, riding hard to make up lost time, and heading back down into the valley. As they caught up to the thief at the bottom of the hill, rocky crags around them on all sides of a path that was only slightly wider than before, she was waiting, still seated on her horse but facing them. Eron pulled his horse to a stop suspiciously. “What is she waiting for?” “Us,” Fin answered simply, but his attention wasn’t on the thief. He scanned their surroundings and patted Rabbit again when she whinnied softly. Her feet danced beneath him even though he had brought her to a stop; something was making her nervous. Fin took a deep breath, the cold biting his lungs, but he caught the scent of death on the wind, “we must not linger here.” Eron frowned, “That witch has brought down or scattered all of my men, I’m not riding into another one of her bloody traps. You go on then if you’re so sure.” Before Fin could respond the legion captain and his mount both cried out, their voices smothered by the roaring of an ice troll as they were thrown off the trail. Rabbit reared up, almost throwing Fin, and forcing him to stand in the stirrups to stay with her. “RIDE!” the woman shouted as Fin turned his mare’s head and kicked her into a gallop toward the waiting thief.
  20. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC Discussion, I

    I'm writing right now, should be done soon!
  21. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC Discussion, I

    50 years works for me I think we could encounter the odd dragon. They're obviously not rampaging now that Alduin is defeated but I'd say they could easily exist in Morrowind.
  22. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC Discussion, I

    In the events of Dragonborn the Red Mountain had only recently erupted, it's long enough after that for the island to have recovered. So Oblivion crisis and Alduin are past events in the present. Skyrim Tavern was about 50 years after Oblivion Tavern, so maybe about 40 or so years after the events in Skyrim?
  23. Tavern Tales Morrowind: OOC Discussion, I

    Okay so my new character sheet is up, I created a new wood elf character and replaced Sett with Fin CLICK Starting my intro post now!
  24. Tavern Tales: Morrowind Character Biography Thread This is the current list for active or otherwise in play Tavern Tales: Morrowind characters. Before you add to the story, you must post your character's basic biography here so that other writers know who they are dealing with in the game. Whenever possible, include a picture of him or her with the biography. Others want to know who's in the game and how to portray your character in Tavern Tales: Morrowind. Are you new? Once you post your character bio, stop in the OOC thread and say hello! New Players are ALWAYS welcome to the Tavern, regardless of writing skill! Character Quick Reference Links: Main Player Characters P'urza Fin Jaxius Kibwe Secondary Player Characters Red Non Players Characters Fiska Character Bios are routinely binned for inactivity or character death to keep the list current. The Tavern Tales Morrowind: Character Bin is HERE If your character was binned and you would like to play again, contact DarkRider and it can be restored. **Your character should NOT be a carbon copy of your in game character. Use some creativity. We do not need 12 Nerevarines, 14 masters of all the guilds, and a dozen heads of House Hlaalu running round Malacath's Tavern. Common sense please.** Updated 11 February 2018