The time is the waning years of the Third Era. The Nerevarine has not yet been named, but the Sixth House has begun to stir, hardly more than rumors in the underbellies of the holy cities of Morrowind, or the tales of disappearing Buoyant Armigers and tradesmen on the front. An outlander has landed on the shores of Seyda Neen and begun to cause trouble, but such rumors have only just begun to filter down to Dres Horak to the far south...
Dres Horak is an ancient Dres clanstead set on the southern shore of Lake Andaram. The hexagonal canton sits, foreboding and gray, on the top of the cliffs overlooking the docks. Beyond the city, the gentle slope of the Deshaan Plains stretches all the way to the Arnesian Jungle, a mere haze of blue and green at this distance. Plantations dot the salt-gleaming surface of the Plains, and large crevasses split the salt flats like spiderwebs.
Dres Horak is a wasp-nest of activity, as it always is in the spring once the rains have begun to recede. Slaves and their masters swarm up and down the cliffside, carting goods to and from the mixed-origin trader ships, or repairing the multitude of cranes, lifts, and water mills that connect the clanstead proper to the docks.
The docks are noisy with all the busy sweating bodies, but this doesn't stop a ruckus just inside the Salt Wash canals to carry across the water. There seems to be a hold-up in the main entrance of the canals, and the gondolas and hand-carts have backed up onto the docks, their attending Dunmer fidgetting restlessly and craning their heads to get a view of the blockage.
"I am a holy man of the Tribunal!" comes a furious bellow. "You will stand aside!" It's answered in similarly angry cries, and the hold-up doesn't get any better.
What do you do?
((Normally my posts won't be so long--I had a scene to set! Consider how your character got to Dres Horak, and their motivations for being here. Let the
games RP begin!))