Destructor of all that is good: Zahkran!

[Curt Sibling]

Zahkran.

Dunmer Battlemage.

Current level: 22

 

Current loot in his Balmora balconyhome:

A mixed set of Helseth guard and Adamantium armour,

a range of Dwemer armaments,

Chrysamere,

Mehrune's Razor,

Saint's black Sword,

Saviour's Hide Armour,

And a growing collection of Daedric items.

A countless amount of scrolls, gems, and other items.

 

Born in a small grubby hovel in Wayrest, his parents were dismissed ex-servants of that realm's Dunmer Queen. Zahkran worked hard to please his bullying parents, by doing chores and hunting rats in the streets. At the age of 16 he was sent to the thieves guild as a menial worker, where he learned to lock pick.

 

After his ruthless witch mother killed his father over a gambling argument, she sold him to shady Bosmer slavers. Zahkran soon realised he had inherited his evil mother's magic aptitude. Using his charm skills, He ended up working as a minder to a rich Dunmer merchant in Mournhold. All the while, Zahkran dreamed of exacting revenge on his mother, whom unknown to him, had been crushed to death by a cart a year earlier while escaping the imperial citywatch in the crowded streets of Reich Gradkeep.

 

Zahkran’s merchant boss had a very pretty daughter, whose grey skin and glowing red eyes made Zahkran’s limbs all a-quiver. Being a young mage too, she had taken a fancy to the magically interesting Zahkran, but after she got to know him she revealed herself to be a grubby 6th house adept, and tried to kill Zahkran when he refused to eat corprus hunks! The young battlemage escaped but sadly, the crazed daughter was hacked to bits by just as crazed Ordinators. “We’re hacking you, Scum!” they growled.

 

On the run and a desperate mer, Zahkran was arrested by imperial agents and dragged to a local manor, in a rough manner. There a imperious lord from Cyrodil looked him over.

"This one will do nicely" he leered and nodded. Thus, the legionaries put him aboard a ship. When Zahkran asked where he was being taken, the only answer from a cranky and stubbly guard was; "Morrowind!"

 

“Fetcher! Not Morrowind!”

Zahkran had heard tales of this awful place, populated by backwards tribes, giant rats,

mad Telvanni and dominated by a vile ash-spewing volcano that used to be the Dwemer homeland. As the boat rocked away on it's journey, a heavy doom took over Zahkran's mind and he drifted off to sleep.

 

He had a bad dream about a strangely dressed human sitting at a device of obviously Dwemer origin called a "PC" and using it to control Zahkran's life...Suddenly, he awoke to find an ugly one-eyed Dunmer asking his name...And magically, a large blank box appeared!

 

Just then, a guard walked in and ordered him to to follow...

From outside the barge, Zahkran could smell Cliff-racer droppings...

 

"This must be all a terrible mistake" he thought.

"That Breton in the census office will be able to help me go home!"

 

Meanwhile in Red Mountain, Dagoth Ur had became concerned that the Empire had sent a young Dunmer to challenge him and unite the three houses behind the Tribunal and defeat his plans...

 

The evil one mused: "Hmmm, the answer is to stock up on more corprus meat!"

 

And so it all began... ;)