Frost in Morrowind

Edward Frost's time in Morrowind has come to an end; but his struggles are recorded here for any to read. A year in the making, and spanning one hundred and fifty chapters… Violence, suspicion, loss, betrayal, revenge, power with a price, a fight for survival, ages-old mysteries... all thrust in the way of Edward Frost, a man simply trying to rebuild his life.

Chapter 1 can be found here.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Chapter 100: The sun shines but I don't

I had a dream just before I returned. Like most of my dreams, it was muddled, and I can't remember much - but I know that it was a dream of unspeakable horror: more terrible than any I had had before.

When I awoke I thought I was dead. I felt cold and I could see nothing: all was blackness. I was not breathing. Slowly though, sensations and realisations began to creep into my mind: I could see - what I was looking at was a stone surface in a pitch-black room - somehow I could see, even in the absence of light. I could feel too: more than cold - I felt that I was lying on my back, and that I was still in my armour.

I felt magicka flowing through my veins as never before - like it had replaced the blood in my body. I felt almost as if I could do anything with the power of my mind alone: the power of my mind over magicka. I could almost see it - the magicka surrounding me - like millions of tiny motes of light, floating in the air before me. I was reminded of how it had felt to touch the Mantle of Woe...

I tried moving - and successfully sat up on what turned out to be a stone slab in a crypt. As I sat up I brushed something with my hand, which then fell to the floor with a clatter. Absent-mindedly, I slid off the slab and bent over to pick the item up: it was the Daedric katana I had found, and had been carrying at my waist when I... died.

It was obvious that I was believed to be dead, and had been interred in a crypt, as a warrior might: with my armour and my sword. I had been placed in a crypt, and I was cold, and devoid of breath - and yet I could still move, think, see and feel.

I was alive.

Well, no - I was dead... but not gone. I had done it: come back after death - to "persist" as Sirilonwe had put it. I was a vampire.

My heart, though it no longer beat, still lurched painfully in my chest at the thought of Sirilonwe, and our last conversation. Sirilonwe... how could I even speak to her - to anyone - any longer? There would, I thought as I gingerly ran my tongue over the long, sharp fangs where my canine teeth once were, be no doubt in anyone's mind as to what I had become. They need only look at me to see that I was a predator. People would run at the mere sight of me - or maybe even attack me simply for my presence. I did not want that for myself. But how could I overcome those prejudices towards vampires - the ones I myself had shared up until a few short days earlier?

The main obstacle to such a peace made itself known immediately. I was famished - absolutely starved - and instinctively I knew - I felt - that there was only one thing I wanted; that could satisfy me: blood. I needed it: it was essential - I needed to feed to survive. Feeding on a... a mortal would be a violent act... and if it ended in the death of that mortal, there would be no way I could ever be among my friends and... my loved ones - ever again.

"But does it need to end in death?" I wondered as I began to look for a way out of the crypt. Since coming to Vvardenfell I had become a powerful mage - through study, practice, the various magical items and artefacts that had come into my possession... And now this new blood - this vampiric... strength - was empowering me further still. My experience healing the soldiers of Fort Frostmoth after the werewolf attack was proof enough of my ability as a magical healer... and I knew for a fact that healing spells restored lost blood, so...


Realising as I made my way down the cramped corridors of the crypt that I had no idea what the hour of day was, I felt at my waist for a pouch I kept there - and within it, my pocketwatch. Fortunately it was still there, and still actively ticking away, its white face marking out the time. The spring in the watch needed to be wound tight roughly once a day for the device to keep running: this meant that I could not have been 'dead' for all that long. The watch marked the time as being around one o'clock in the early morning, which was ideal for my needs. Putting the pocketwatch away, I tried not to think about what might have happened had I tried to leave the crypt without checking the time first - if it had been daylight outside.

Pushing my way through the heavy wooden door at the crypt's entrance, I found myself on the outskirts of Vivec. Stretching away into the gloom of the bay were the gigantic cantons of the holy city. My need for blood was dire - I felt empty, like a hollow, echoing shell - so being that close to the largest city on Vvardenfell was perfect. I just had to find someone... and then I could feed. Maybe then I would be able to think clearly enough to decide what I should do next...


The only people I expected to be out at such a late hour were the Ordinators, the holy warriors and guardsmen of Vivec. They should be patrolling the terraces that ringed the massive cantons - spread out to cover more ground... alone.

I raced about the terraces looking for one of the gold-armoured warriors, discovering that I could now run at an extraordinary pace. It was as if when I was still alive, my breath - and the beating of my heart - had always interfered with the swinging of my arms and legs; hampering my proper movement. As a vampire I was cold - cold as a dead body - but it felt like the warmth of my mortal body had only ever made me lazy and sluggish.

Rounding a corner on one of the upper terraces of the Foreign Quarter canton, I saw him: my first... The Ordinator paused, staring at my face. His golden, masked helmet hid his expression, but I heard him snarl before flying at me - a spiked ebony mace in his hand.

I could move so fast! I smoothly caught the guardsman and threw him bodily against the canton wall with an almighty crash. His helmet came off and bounced away, and the Ordinator slid back to the terrace floor - dazed and barely able to stand. With one hand I held his mace-arm safely away from me, while pressing him against the wall with the other. The Dunmer had suffered a heavy blow to the head, and barely knew what was happening, I think... and there was his neck...

It was like eating a grand meal when starving, drinking from a mountain stream when parched, and savouring a warm, brandy-laced drink after coming in from the freezing night - all at the same time. In fact I felt warm - and almost alive again - the hot mortal blood spreading through my body. From the moment I sank my teeth into his neck, I had let healing magic seep gradually from my hands into the Dunmer's body. His blood was replenished as fast as I could drink it. I drank, and drank; until I was filled completely - and felt almost as if I was glowing.

As I let the guardsman go, I sent my 'Calming Touch' spell into him, so that he would forget entirely that he wanted to destroy me. Sure enough, he tottered unsteadily away to retrieve his helmet, before giving me a polite wave as he left to continue his patrol.

I felt a surge of confidence - almost happiness - as I watched him go. It seemed then that I might really be able to do it; live among mortals, I mean. I could feed without killing - without even seriously hurting anyone - if I was careful. Would it be enough?


Feeling much better (and even stronger and faster than before now that I was no longer starving), I headed for home - really, I was at a loss for what else I should do. The Wolfen ring was no longer around my neck, so I had to go on foot along the peninsula, racing through cool and dark sea air. Falorn probably had the ring, since I had told him that the castle went to him if I died. I needed to speak to him anyway - and I definitely needed that ring back.

I reached Wolfen castle in a few short minutes, and leapt over the castle walls, having first made myself invisible. I had found that I could now leap amazing heights and distances with my new vampiric strength, but I still needed the Tinur's Hoptoad spell to clear the walls.

None of my guards saw or heard a thing - and I came to land lightly in the castle yard; on the mossy, paved surface in front of Falorn's hut. Slipping inside, I soon found the Bosmer groundskeeper, fast asleep in his small bed. On the bedside table was the Wolfen ring, still threaded on the chain I always used to hang it from my neck. I caught it up - and it was then that Falorn awoke, and looked directly at me.


Stepping closer, so that the moonlight filtering through the open window fell on my face, I held up the ring and said:

"My apologies Falorn, but I'll be needing the castle for some time yet."

The Bosmer, a look of absolute horror on his face, opened his mouth and screamed.

31 Comments:

Blogger Joseph said...

Well, one hundred chapters... wow. It feels quite momentous. :-)

I'd like to take this opporunity to again thank everyone for reading this; and especially for jumping on and making comments. As I have said before, reading your words of encouragement really keeps me going when the road (and the chapter I'm working on at the time) seems like a long one.

So; thankyou all very much! (Just imagine I've given a bow there).


Frost's journey continues...

- Joseph.

Thursday, March 16, 2006 1:26:00 am  
Anonymous Person said...

And may it go on for another hundred Joseph! I love your writing and I cannot get enough of it. This was an excellent chapter, very nice! Congratulations!

"My apologies Falorn, but I'll be needing the castle for some time yet."

It sounds Truly Evil, doesn't it?

Thursday, March 16, 2006 3:53:00 am  
Anonymous Person said...

Oh and by the way Joseph, what Vampire Clan is Frost?

Thursday, March 16, 2006 3:55:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Realising as I made my down the cramped corridors of the crypt..."

Made your down? I believe it is made your way down the crypt. Aren't I such a good little editor?

I love this chapter by the way, great 100th!

-Noozooroo

Thursday, March 16, 2006 3:55:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

To Person: Frosty is probably Aundae, because of his hightened sense of Magicka.

-Noozooroo

Thursday, March 16, 2006 3:58:00 am  
Anonymous Person said...

Yes Anonymus, I thought so too. But you never know! Even though Sheogorad is where most Aundae vampires live...

Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:06:00 am  
Anonymous Constant said...

You can't possibly imagine how I spent time waiting for this chapter, refreshing again and again and again... And I certainly think it was worth it. Very impressive, interesting and well written. I like the way the vampirism and the lust for blood is described. Brillian work, Joseph! Can't wait 'till the next chapter.

Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:26:00 am  
Anonymous Ray said...

And this chapter produced from me a high-pitched squeal of excitement. So this was a good chapter, the best part was where Ed scares Falorn.

Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:36:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ooo,kinda scary.Awesome chapter,though,I really like how you healed the ordinator(even though the world would be better off without them!) :)

Happy 100th chapter,Joseph and Frost!
*aplause*

Thursday, March 16, 2006 6:06:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i loved this chapter, as always.

Thursday, March 16, 2006 8:21:00 am  
Anonymous Matar said...

He caught the Vampire thing by Dagon Fell... So he is Aunde.

Oh and I am back! I had to move so I could not get on for sooooooooooooooo long!


Ya miss me?

Thursday, March 16, 2006 11:34:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I missed you matar....

-Noozooroo

Thursday, March 16, 2006 12:17:00 pm  
Anonymous Matar said...

Awwwww thank you!

*Glomps Noozooroo*

Thursday, March 16, 2006 12:30:00 pm  
Blogger Star said...

Joseph, did you do the vampire face for Edward also? I'm assuming you did given the fact the moon emblem is still present. Your last few chapters have been great. I loved how you did Frost finding the airship, the screenshots were great and fitted the story well. I can't wait to see how Frost deals with all of his new issues, such as Caius, the Mage's Guild, and Sirlonwe. And also Vampire Realism's vampire hunters.

Thursday, March 16, 2006 2:14:00 pm  
Anonymous Stygian said...

Joseph said...

Well, one hundred chapters... wow. It feels quite momentous. :-)

I'd like to take this opporunity to again thank everyone for reading this; and especially for jumping on and making comments. As I have said before, reading your words of encouragement really keeps me going when the road (and the chapter I'm working on at the time) seems like a long one.

So; thankyou all very much! (Just imagine I've given a bow there).


Frost's journey continues...

- Joseph.



What about my words of criticism to you and my words of insult to others?!

HMPH!

Thursday, March 16, 2006 2:38:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Excellent again. And that pic of Edward was quite scary, and I don't scare easily!

Thursday, March 16, 2006 2:45:00 pm  
Anonymous Devlin said...

Wow... frosty the vampire...
i cant believe it...

Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:13:00 pm  
Anonymous Person said...

Hey matar, I was wondering what had happened to you! BTW what does 'Glomp' mean?

Now that I think about it, it WAS pretty stupid to ask what vampire clan Edward belongs to. The description should have been enough. Magicka flowing through the veins? Aundae. But the Quarra clan headquarters ARE nearby.

Morrowind Trivia! - Who is Gedna Ralvel?

Thursday, March 16, 2006 7:15:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very nice writing, Joseph! Great chapter.
Re:"Who is Gedna Ralvel?"
It's the lich from Mournhold that holds the Lich' Robe. It's linked to the Crimson Plague.

-Avatar

Friday, March 17, 2006 12:16:00 am  
Anonymous Person said...

Correct!

More Morrowind Trivia! - Who is Din?

Friday, March 17, 2006 12:27:00 am  
Blogger Joseph said...

Thanks again everyone...

Person: Edward doesn't really know yet which clan he belongs to - but I think it's safe to assume that we all do. ;-) Also: see here for a definition of "glomp": http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glomp

Noozooroo: Thanks for that - I've fixed it.

Matar: Welcome back to the online world. :-)

Star: Yes, Frost's vampire face texture was also made by me.

Stygian: "What about my words of criticism to you and my words of insult to others?!"

Well Stygian, I just try to ignore those. :-P


I thought that as a 'celebratory chapter 100 extra-material type-thing' I might mention some Frost in Morrowind trivia. :-)

Some of the chapter titles I've used are references to song titles or lyrics. So, who can tell me the artist and song title for one or more of these:

"The sun shines but I don't"
"The last remaining light"
"My mind is glowing"

- Joseph.

Friday, March 17, 2006 1:16:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Matar: I missed you.
Person: Din is a sick Redguard who can be found on the Guar Trail north of Gnisis.
Joseph: Happy 100th chapter,Joseph and Frost!

Friday, March 17, 2006 6:00:00 am  
Anonymous Person said...

Correct! Din was bitten by a Slaughterfish and became diseased. During his ramblings he asks you (in his own SPECIAL way...) to take him to Mehra Drora in the Gnisis Chapel to cure his illness. Alternatively you can cure him.

Joseph: I'd answer if I could, But the truth is I don't listen to too much music... :(

More Trivia - Who is Rels Tenim?

MORE Trivia - Who is Rasha?

Friday, March 17, 2006 7:17:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wasn't Rels Tenim a man in Mournhold?I think he was one of the guys you could hook the lonely girl up with,right?

Friday, March 17, 2006 7:43:00 am  
Anonymous Person said...

Incorrect!

Hint - Nothing to do with tribunal or bloodmoon...

Friday, March 17, 2006 8:59:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Rels Tenim......rings a bell, but nothing here other than he is a dunmer judging by the name...

-Noozooroo

Friday, March 17, 2006 9:14:00 am  
Anonymous Stygian said...


Stygian: "What about my words of criticism to you and my words of insult to others?!"

Well Stygian, I just try to ignore those. :-P



But most of the time it's constructive...

Friday, March 17, 2006 2:50:00 pm  
Anonymous Mike L. said...

Rels Tenim is a murderous outlaw whom the Fighter's Guild has been contracted to eliminate; he is in the cavern of Shallit, connected to Marara the vampire's lair.

Friday, March 17, 2006 2:59:00 pm  
Anonymous Devlin said...

Hey, I was just thinkin, since you've done a hundred, and frost looks different, are you gonna redo the art on the main banner? Jus' a thougth

Friday, March 17, 2006 3:06:00 pm  
Anonymous Person said...

Correct!

Friday, March 17, 2006 6:28:00 pm  
Blogger Joseph said...

Devlin: "Hey, I was just thinkin, since you've done a hundred, and frost looks different, are you gonna redo the art on the main banner?"

I just finished updating the header when I read your comment. :-)


Stygian: "But most of the time it's constructive..."

I know - I was just kidding. :-)

- Joseph.

Friday, March 17, 2006 6:35:00 pm  

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