《The Saga of the Ash Mystic (Morrowind Fan-Fic)》Part XI: A Time for Action
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Part XI: A Time for Action
By Eno Dralam, Leader of the People’s Army
There are no words that describe the look in a man’s eyes when he realizes that there is no escape; it is a silent resignation to the reality that death comes for him and it is one I find myself becoming increasingly familiar with as I fight side-by-side with the few brave enough to take the plunge into the Undercity alongside me. The Archcanon minces words with Grandmaster Sala and Grand Marshal Omayn, but the time for words is over; it’s a time for action if we are to save the Holy City and as I look to my left and my right, I realize that if there’s any hope for this city or for my people, it doesn’t lie with the Archcanon or the Ordinators, or even my order, it lies with people like me and like those with me standing up for our homes and for our lives. No longer can we stand by and trust in the institutions of the Tribunal, because they have become bloated, corpulent bodies doing nothing except that which is propelled forth by inertia alone.
The people who stand with me as we wade through the Undercity, walkway by walkway and node-by-node, are not people of great repute. They are not warriors or heroes by any means, but they know that if we are to survive, then it will be by our own actions. They know that if we stand by, then our ‘leaders’ as they are so called, will continue to talk and talk and talk until there’s nothing left to talk about because all they talked about will be in ashes from their indecision and refusal to take action!
No more talking!
No more waiting!
We have waited long enough for action from our leaders and they have met these acts of terror from the Sixth House with more and more talk, but they aren’t the ones who see these people’s macabre silhouettes as they shamble about in the dark. They aren’t the ones hearing the moans of these people who have been twisted and broken by the Sixth House’s foul plagues. They aren’t the ones suffering, so they don’t care how much we lose to the Sixth House; they only care that their holdings within our homeland are preserved, but do they deserve to have these holdings when they won’t stand with us against those who destroy everything we’ve fought to build and protect?
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I say no!
But the time for their reckoning will come, but today is not that day. Today, I stand here with the people willing to risk life and limb for their kinsmen and for their home, because it is what is right, and I once thought that to be true of the Temple, but they have strayed from the teachings of Lord Vivec. Lord Vivec taught us to be strong; he taught us to know when to take action, but here I stand, not side-by-side with my brothers or my cousins, but with the common men and women of the Holy City who have chosen to take matters into their own hands.
To the Sixth House, I say to you, this is the beginning of a new era. We will purge every man, woman, and child you infected beneath the Holy City and then we will find each and every one of your bases and your cultists and we will destroy them as you tried to destroy our most sacred of cities, but as to you who did this, who condemned these people to death: I will be the one to extract justice from you. You will call out to your dark god as I extract a pound of flesh for every man, woman, and child who dies to me or my men beneath the Holy City and you will pray for death a thousand times over and only when your body is too weak to break again will you be allowed that small mercy.
The Sixth House shall fall and it will be we, the common people of Morrowind, not the Ordinators, not the Buoyant Armigers, but the people who will suffer the ceaseless talking of our leaders no longer, who will be the ones to tear it apart.
For Morrowind! For Nerevar! For Vivec!
-Eno Dralam, Leader of the People’s Army
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