Morrowind Mod:Tamriel Rebuilt/The Wealth of Wayrest, act III

Act III, Scene I

In the Northern Wilderness of the Reach the army of Wulfharth encamped east of High Rock, the army prepares for the move west, as Wulfharth and attendants

discuss.

Wulf: Gardtide has come Keltis.

We are too high to notice

Its presence, but rain's hand

Has arrived. We follow a path

To often traveled. See the footsteps

Left from the last travel of rain's hand.

Kelt: Ah, too long it has been,

The treacherous Bretons have

Lied too many times for my axe

To lay still. Their blood shall

Never reach our lands, it will

Run back to their decadent halls.

Wulf: Gather the men, we follow

The ice, and descend to Wrothgar.

(exit attendants and Keltis)

Wulf: I feel the urge you force in me.

Ysmir your will still in this realm

Will bring a glorious rebirth of

Our ancient line. You wiped

The curse from our books,

You quenched the fires of

Rebellion, and for your

Nobility you received the dagger

That fell from the elves of Wayrest

From the table of peace.

So I am, the descendant of

The new pantheon.

(exit Wulfharth)

(Enter two soldiers)

Sol1: Do you smell what the west carries?

Sol2: Ah, and I hate its roaming tongue.

Sol1: We shall meet at the walls,

Where we shall begin our

Reclamation of the lowlands.

Sol2: My ancestors held a land in

Wrothgar, in the days before

The empire.

Sol1: I've been to my ancestors hold,

Strong it was, built upon an ebony

Foundation, rich as well.

Sol2: An ebony foundation?

Sol1: Ah, they would have mined it,

But it would be a waste of the

Beautiful countryside.

Sol2: Ebony foundation, I've never

Heard of such a thing.

Sol1: It is true, a grand manor

Within its halls. All the

Spoils of the harvest, and

Meat, delicious meats from

All of Tamriel were delivered daily.

Sol2: Well where is this grand hall

Of emperors.

Sol1: Why do you care?

You wouldn't be allowed in

The way you look. No one

Speaks of it anymore, the

Bretons grew tired of failed

Invasions, so it was left untouched

In the middle of High Rock.

Sol2: Well we shall see it when we

March to Wayrest then, and

Your kin will give us stay.

Sol1: They would, had it not been

For the fire of last summer,

Such a waste. Barely recognizable

Now from the mountain side,

Too hard to find now.

Sol2: Oh such a shame, I would have

Liked to try a feast from Hammerfell.

And all that ebony, I could be

Richer than all the line of Septim.

(Keltis falls back to the two soldiers)

Kelt: There is no ebony in Wrothgar.

Now shut your ramblings.

(exit Keltis to the front lines)

Sol1: It was a unique deposit.

(exit all)

Scene II

In Wayrest, the army of Camoran led by Tarinketh meets with Eadwyre to plan the march into Skyrim.

(Enter Tarinketh and soldiers into the hall of Wayrest)

Ead: (to Merithyn) He brings his men into my hall,

Such insolence these forked-tongues

Have never shown, hold yourself.

(to all) Welcome Tarinketh, the

Second new moon expect you, the half

Crescent greets you tonight.

Tar: Your waters are cold and your

Winds still as a cavern's depths,

Insult my men no more with

The schedules of short-sighted men.

Mar: A grand hall you stand in Tarinketh,

Not made of the glorious mud you praise.

Ead: Ease good men, we are all allies

Of the bay, let no unrest of days

Detached pull us under the surface.

Tar: Calm men.

Ead: In your absence the Western

Forces have entered the Wrothgar highlands.

The horde is close to the walls they say.

Mar: We must leave tonight, or the land

Shall push them upon us.

Tar: Then by this crescent we shall

Move tonight, fire and dust

Burn the eyes of the Nords.

(exit all)

Scene III

In the Wrothgar Highlands the army of Daggerfall led by Fatian camps in by a glacial melt stream.

Fat: See these cliffs alive now Benowyn?

Ben: Ay, thankfully Akatosh does not

Send us into the fangs of winter,

Like the ill-fated son, Gothyrd.

Fat: In the new moist ground you can see

The path of a wandering mountain bear,

Who stayed at this tree, for it's

Sweet reward, and caught a slaughterfish

In the fast receding ice. His spoils

And his survival exists upon this spot,

Where his memories can not surpass.

The next wet season shall

Unroot his forest disturbed.

Ben: So shall we have passage

For the brute imperial city.

Fat: No son of Daggerfall ventures

To the stones torn from

Walls of the old kings.

Ben: Who then travels the new road?

Fat: Those of the Eastern rock.

(enter soldier)

Sol: Eadwyre approaches with the hands

Of Hammerfell by his guard.

Fat: Welcome my lord to our mountain

Post of rain's hand, and to you

Tarinketh, my claymore's edge

Draws no longer lines in your sand.

Ead: A sedation of the Iliac comes

To these times so serene.

What news from the East Ridge.

Fat: A smoke rose two nights past,

From the Virstaag Valley.

That would lead them to the mount

In one night's passing.

Ead: Cursed sand sloth's you have lost

Our iron defense with your pace.

Tar: Sentinel shall take this no longer,

Your words are like swords

Drawn, a point not lost.

Fat: Enter men, this chaos shall

Not go unguarded.

(A raucous occurs, Enter Marithyn)

Mar: Halt you of darkened swords,

Calm your words before the

Hills themselves crush our campaign.

Ben: Ah, your traitor blade has cut

Me deep Tarinketh.

Fat: You fools

Of little control, do you wish

A mountain grave upon us all

With your civil disruption.

Ead: Skyrim shall have no need

To rush our path, if arms

Between us allies forms.

Fat: Benowyn, your wounds do not

Pull you into these ancient grounds.

To the healer go now,

And worry not of these trials

Of politics gone astray.

(exit Benowyn)

Tonight we rest, and no more

Shall past troubles raise

Our blood to boil in these

Times so tested.

Ead: Ay

Tar: To my men I attend.

(exit all sans Fatian)

Fat: How can a group of so

Troubled past pull for

This common cause tonight,

When generations do create

Such standard thought of nature.

(enter messenger)

What news bring you of the west.

Mess: The son of Daggerfall has returned,

And disturbing news does he bear.

Fat: News of his capture?

Mess: No capture

Did occur, sent out from Wayrest

On fire and prophet word,

His wayward journey did send

Him into the Wrothgar gap,

Where the winters fury blind

His path, and so a camp was made

In ancient caves until First Seed

Sprout him into our homeland.

Fat: In Wayrest his stay was not held?

Mess: In Wayrest an old prophet spoke

Telling of the betrayal of our

Campaign, and death upon

Lord Eadwyre upon the betrayer.

Fat: Lord Eadwyre is alive still though.

Mess: Though Gothryd believes not

Upon his own will does he stay.

Fat: A strange fog melts along

This foothill these days.

Return to Daggerfall, the

Message of our caution.

Mess: Ay sir.

Fat: Of what reason

Then be we here. Eadwyre

Did not speak of this fate

And escape of Gothyrd.

Why a scapegoat of Skyrim

Is made of the weary retreat.

(enter Benowyn)

Your wounds are addressed?

Ben: Yes my liege.

Fat: Then know those

Of our walls are not.

I sense the workings of this

Sister state be not of those

Addressed to us here.

Too easy this lord made it

To join with bay reflection.

His temper seems like

Fury of late, not the mourning

And humble Eadwyre known.

Ben: Ay, to choleric fell Wayrest.

Fat: If these from pits arise,

Then so will Daggerfall

Leave its in warrant post.

(exit all)

Scene IV

Within the tent of Eadwyre.

Mar: The nords will tear apart

These men who watch only

Their own hide in defense.

Ead: It shall not be so Marithyn,

Divinity is a power unseen

To those blind with rage.

My lady shall raise this army

To the heights and give

Each man the strength

To defeat an army.

Mar: I stand by your words.

Ead: Leave me to consult

My thoughts must be clear.

(exit Marithyn)

In this silence one finds

The connection between acts

And the benefits received.

(enter a dark cloaked figure)

Fig: Rise Eadwyre, your fate

Upon words does not

Only balance in rest.

This news you need for

Your men to be victorious,

The Nords come across the

East wall and not through.

Enter your men here

And reign over Highrock.

Ead: Will this path not leave us

Open for massacre in lines?

Fig: You will follow this path

And you will reign king.

(exit figure)

Ead: I dare not speak my thought

In the presence of such power,

Though the plan is very off.

Last passing of Bretony through

The walls left none alive,

But my fate is caught

As light in the dark pit.

We will enter, and King I shall be.

Scene V

At the Nord camp Wulfharth sharpens his sword in solace.

Wulf: We are bound together now,

I forged you from the depths

Of the ores for your purpose,

And be sheathed forever

When the will be met.

(Enter dark cloaked figure)

Fig: You call upon that which

Has left this realm

Young Ysmir, you struggle

And force your voice to

Carry on the wars of the elders.

Wulf: I must, for my soul shall

Never see peace 'til that day.

Fig: You do not know days, you

Could not, you have not seen

So many as the telvani wizards

Who know the grand scheme

Of this world, you could not know

Of the daedric world, and the

Power concealed in its ancient

Depths. Death is not what it seems.

Wulf: What do you know of these trials,

If to me you still address.

Fig: Insolence, the world is a fire

That I feed with embers and

You'd question my knowledge,

You bring shame to your house

That you fight to immortalize,

When your house has been

A stone pillar for all time.

Wulf: I plea with you, your words

Now strike like the fires

Of Dagoth Ur, I know to fear

You now king of this world.

Fig: The fools bicker between

Themselves, and know not

That as they enter the walls

Tomorrow, you shall run

Their blood as a river

To the treacherous Wayrest walls.

Wulf: Ysmir, your will is my life.

Ant.: Act II

Acima: The Wealth of Wayrest

Próx.: Act IV