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"Each event is preceded by Prophecy. But without the heroes, there is no Event."
- Zurin Arctus | The Underking
In the waning years of the Third Era of Tamriel, travelers from a distant realm were sent to our world, without explanation, to Nirn, ignorant of the role they would play in that world's history...
The darkness faded, replaced by a crimson billow of fog. The voluminous blanket dispersed into an alien landscape. The trio floated unaware of anything around them other than this red ash covered barren scenery. Rocky hills with dried up and dangerous looking vegetation drifted by. A depressing view of a place that had been wracked by some devastating apocalyptic event. Though the visuals may be harrowing, sleepy peace still floods their heads.
Then speaks the voice of a goddess. A woman saddened by the message she must pass on, though still hopeful that it will bring the youth some understanding. "You have been abducted through your dreams by an unknown assailant. Taken into our plane for some unknown purpose. I have done what I can to keep you safe, but the fiend who stole you is thwarting my abilities. I have placed you in custody of the Imperial Navy, a prisoner to be brought to the east into the land of Morrowind. The Dunmer are unwelcoming to outsiders, but fear not, for I am watchful. You have been chosen."
A crack of lightning interrupts the motherly voice and the scene before them fades from their view of the red ashen mountain. The world begins to rock as if they laid in a cradle that meant to ease them from the bad omens they had just endured. A rushing sound, like waves fills their ears and the creaking of wood breaks finally breaks them from their stupor.
The smell of brine and old pine fills their noses, along with an odor of leather and dusty fur. The trio awaken with little on them. Josh only in a loin cloth that barely acted to cover his modesty. Though the chill of being practically nude was some help to conceal what could have been hanging below. His sisters, Joanne and Jenny lay on either side of him, eyes blinking and as groggy as he was. Their attire was only slightly better. They each were in a loin cloth with clearly nothing to cover their bottoms but the two lose pieces of fabric. They could feel themselves exposed to the air. Their breasts were also covered by a similar garment that was wrapped just under their armpits with a single piece of fabric long enough to cover their nipples. Other than these scant garments, the three were practically nude.
Though the three felt groggy, they could remember going to sleep in their own bed last night. How they got here and dressed this way was completely unknown. They all remembered the dream, the woman speaking to them, explaining their predicament. Where they were did not feel like a dream in any sense.
They were on a boat, on the bottom deck in some storage room. Around them were barrels that smelled both salty and sweet, likely filled with provisions. They each laid upon a pile of animal skins, most with furs. They still had the musky smell of the beast, but it was cleaned and dried as not to be too offensive to the nose. Their bodies were sore from sleeping on such a lumpy and scratchy bed, as if they had been here for hours.
"Are you three okay?" Asked a graveled deep tone, though unthreatening. They shared the room with a man dressed similar to the brother. Though, it was generous to call this being a man. He had a dusky ashen blueblack skin tone. His one eye had red sclera, even deeper red iris with no visible pupil. His other eye was pure white and a scar across it evidence that it may be blinded. He had two long pointed ears that rose above his bald head. He looked fairly malnurished, but his muscles were taught and defined as if he spent his life training, or doing some grueling labor. His facial features were sharp, though depite his alien appearance he was still fairly appealing. "We've finally arrived in Morrowind, I am sure they will let us go. Stand up, I think the guard approaches soon."
