2920 , Vol . 16 Content . 2920 : The Last Year of the First Era By Carlovac Townway 24 Sun ' s Height , 2920 Balmora , Morrowind It was the first time in seventeen years that the three members of the Morrowind Tribunal had met in the same place , since Sotha Sil had left for Artaeum . All three wished that the circumstances of their reunion were different . " From what we ' ve learned , while the Prince was returning to Cyrodiil to the south , a second Imperial Army came down from the north , " said Vivec to his stony - faced compatriots . " It is reasonable to assume Juilek didn ' t know about the attack . " " But neither would it be unreasonable to suppose that he planned on being a distraction while the Emperor launched the attack on Black Gate , " said Sotha Sil . " This must be considered a breach of the truce . " " Where is the Duke of Mournhold ? " asked Vivec . " I would hear his thoughts on the matter . " " He is meeting with the Night Mother in Tel Aruhn , " said Almalexia , quietly . " I told him to wait until he had spoken with you , but he said that the matter had waited long enough . " " He would involve the Morag Tong ? In outside affairs ? " Vivec shook his head , and looked to Sotha Sil : " Please , do what you can . Assassination will only move us backwards . This matter must be settled with diplomacy or battle . " 25 Sun ' s Height , 2920 Tel Aruhn , Morrowind The Night Mother met Sotha Sil in her salon , lit only by the moon . She was cruelly beautiful , dressed in a simple silk black robe and lounging across her divan . With a gesture , she dismissed her red - cloaked guards and offered the sorcerer some wine . " You ' ve only just missed your friend , the Duke , " she whispered . " He was very unhappy , but I think we will solve his problem for him . " " Did he hire the Morag Tong to assassinate the Emperor ? " asked Sotha Sil . " You are straightforward , aren ' t you ? That ' s good . I love plain - speaking men : it saves so much time . Of course , I cannot discuss with you what the Duke and I talked about , " she smiled . " It would be bad for business . " " What if I were to offer you an equal amount of gold for you not to assassinate the Emperor ? " " The Morag Tong murders for the glory of Mephala and for profit , " she said , speaking into her glass of wine . " We do not merely kill . That would be sacrilege . Once the Duke ' s gold has arrived in three day ' s time , we will do our end of the business . And I ' m afraid we would not dream of entertaining a counter offer . Though we are a business as well as a religious order , we do not bow to supply and demand , Sotha Sil . " 27 Sun ' s Height , 2920 The Inner Sea , Morrowind Sotha Sil had been watching the waters for two days now , waiting for a particular vessel , and now he saw it . A heavy ship with the flag of Mournhold . The sorcerer took the air and intercepted it before it reached harbor . A caul of flame erupted over his figure , disguising his voice and form into that of a Daedra . " Abandon your ship ! " he bellowed . " If you would not sink with it ! " In truth , Sotha Sil could have exploded the vessel with but a single ball of fire , but he chose to take his time , to give the crew a chance to dive off into the warm water . When he was certain there was no one living aboard , he focused his energy into a destructive wave that shook the air and water as it discharged . The ship and the Duke ' s payment to the Morag Tong sunk to the bottom of the Inner Sea . " Night Mother , " thought Sotha Sil , as he floated towards shore to alert the harbormaster that some sailors were in need of rescue . " Everyone bows to supply and demand . "