2920 , Vol . 17 Content . 2920 : The Last Year of the First Era By Carlovac Townway 1 Last Seed , 2920 Mournhold , Morrowind They were gathered in the Duke ' s courtyard at twilight , enjoying the smell and warmth of a fire of dry branches and bittergreen leaves . Tiny embers flew into the sky , hanging for a few moments before vanishing . " I was rash , " agreed the Duke , soberly . " But Lorkhan had his laugh , and all is well . The Morag Tong will not assassinate the Emperor now that my payment to them is at the bottom of the Inner Sea . I thought you had made some sort of a truce with the Daedra princes . " " What your sailors called a Daedra may not have been one , " said Sotha Sil . " Perhaps it was a rogue battlemage or even a lightning bolt that destroyed your ship . " " The Prince and the Emperor are en route to take possession of Ald Lambasi as our truce agreed . It is certainly typical of the Cyrodiils to assume that their concessions are negotiable , while ours are not , " Vivec pulled out a map . " We can meet them here , in this village to the northwest of Ald Lambasi , Fervinthil . " " But will we meet them to talk , " ask Almalexia . " Or to make war ? " No one had an answer to that . 15 Last Seed , 2920 Fervinthil , Morrowind A late summer squall blew through the small village , darkening the sky except for flashes of lightning which leapt from cloud to cloud like acrobats across high wires . Water rushed down the narrow streets ankle - deep , and the Prince had to shout to be heard by his captains , who were but a few feet away from him . " There ' s an inn up ahead ! We ' ll wait there for the storm to pass before pressing on to Ald Lambasi ! " The inn was warm and dry , and bustling with business . Barmaids were rushing back and forth , bringing greef and wine to a back room , evidently excited about a famous visitor . Someone who was attracting more attention than the mere heir to the Empire of Tamriel . Amused , Juilek watched them run until he overheard the name of " Vivec . " " My Lord Vivec , " he said , bursting into the back room . " You must believe me , I knew nothing about the attack on Black Gate until after it happened . We will , of course , be returning it to your care forthwith . I wrote you a letter to that effect at your palace in Balmora , but obviously you ' re not there , " he paused , taking in the many new faces in the room . " I ' m sorry , let me introduce myself . I ' m Juilek Cyrodiil . " " My name is Almalexia , " said the most beautiful woman the Prince had ever seen . " Won ' t you join us ? " " Sotha Sil , " said a serious - looking Dunmer in a white cloak , shaking the Prince ' s hand and showing him to a seat . " Indoril Brindisi Dorom , Duke - Prince of Mournhold , " said the massively built man next to him as he sat down . " I recognize that the events of the last month suggest , at best , that the Imperial Army is not under my control , " said the Prince after ordering some wine . " This is true . The army is my father ' s . " " I understood that the Emperor was going to be coming to Ald Lambasi as well , " said Almalexia . " Officially , he is , " said the Prince cautiously . " Unofficially , he ' s still back in the Imperial City . He ' s met with an unfortunate accident . " Vivec glanced at the Duke quickly before looking at the Prince . " An accident ? " " He ' s fine , " said the Prince quickly . " He ' ll live , but it looks like he ' ll lose an eye . It was an altercation that has nothing to do with the war . The only good news is that while he recovers , I have the use of his seal . Any agreement we make here and now will be binding to the Empire , both in my father ' s reign and in mine . " " Then let ' s start agreeing , " smiled Almalexia .