The Year 2920 , Vol . 7 Content . 2920 : The Last Year of the First Era By Carlovac Townway 19 First Seed , 2920 Bodrums , Morrowind The quiet hamlet of Bodrum looked down on the meandering river , the Pryai . It was an idyllic site , lightly wooded where the water took the bend around a steep bluff to the east with a gorgeous wildflower meadow to the west . The strange flora of Morrowind met the strange flora of Cyrodiil on the border and commingled gloriously . " There will be time to sleep when you ' ve finished ! " The soldiers had been hearing that all morning . It was not enough that they had been marching all night , now they were chopping down trees on the bluff and damming the river so its waters spilled over . Most of them had reached the point where they were too tired to complain about being tired . " Let me be certain I understand , my lord , " said Vivec ' s lieutenant . " We take the bluff so we can fire arrows and spells down on them from above . That ' s why we need all the trees cleared out . Damming the river floods the plain below so they ' ll be trudging through mud , which should hamper their movement . " " That ' s exactly half of it , " said Vivec approvingly . He grabbed a nearby soldier who was hauling off the trees . " Wait , I need you to break off the straightest , strongest branches of the trees and whittle them into spears . If you recruit a hundred or so others , it won ' t take you more than a few hours to make all we need . " The soldier wearily did as he was bade . The men and women got to work , fashioning spears from the trees . " If you don ' t mind me asking , " said the lieutenant . " The soldiers don ' t need any more weapons . They ' re too tired to hold the ones they ' ve got . " " These spears aren ' t for holding , " said Vivec and whispered , " If we tired them out today , they ' ll get a good night ' s sleep tonight , " before he got to work supervising their work . It was essential that they be sharp , of course , but equally important that they be well balanced and tapered proportionally . The perfect point for stability was a pyramid , not the conical point of some lances and spears . He had the men hurl the spears they had completed to test their strength , sharpness , and balance , forcing them to begin on a new one if they broke . Gradually , out of sheer exhaustion from doing it wrong , the men learned how to create the perfect wooden spears . Once they were through , he showed them how they were to be arranged and where . That night , there was no drunken pre - battle carousing , and no nervous neophytes stayed up worrying about the battle to come . As soon as the sun sank beneath the wooded hills , the camp was at rest , but for the sentries . 20 First Seed , 2920 Bodrum , Morrowind Miramor was exhausted . For last six days , he had gambled and whored all night and then marched all day . He was looking forward to the battle , but even more than that , he was looking forward to some rest afterwards . He was in the Emperor ' s command at the rear flank , which was good because it seemed unlikely that he would be killed . On the other hand , it meant traveling over the mud and waste the army ahead left in their wake . As they began the trek through the wildflower field , Miramor and all the soldiers around him sank ankle - deep in cold mud . It was an effort to even keep moving . Far , far up ahead , he could see the vanguard of the army led by Lord Storig emerging from the meadow at the base of a bluff . That was when it all happened . An army of Dunmer appeared above the bluff like rising Daedra , pouring fire and floods of arrows down on the vanguard . Simultaneously , a company of men bearing the flag of the Duke of Mournhold galloped around the shore , disappearing along the shallow river ' s edge where it dipped to a timbered glen to the east . Warchief Ulaqth nearby on the right flank let out a bellow of revenge at the sight and gave chase . Queen Naghea sent her flank towards the embankment to the west to intercept the army on the bluff . The Emperor could think of nothing to do . His troops were too bogged down to move forward quickly and join the battle . He ordered them to face east towards the timber , in case Mournhold ' s company was trying to circle around through the woods . They never came out , but many men , facing west , missed the battle entirely . Miramor kept his eyes on the bluff . A tall Dunmer he supposed must have been Vivec gave a signal , and the battlemages cast their spells at something to the west . From what transpired , Miramor deduced it was a dam . A great torrent of water spilled out , washing Naghea ' s left flank into the remains of the vanguard and the two together down river to the east . The Emperor paused , as if waiting for his vanquished army to return , and then called a retreat . Miramor hid in the rushes until they had passed by and then waded as quietly as he could to the bluff . The Morrowind army was retiring as well back to their camp . He could hear them celebrating above him as he padded along the shore . To the east , he saw the Imperial Army . They had been washed into a net of spears strung across the river , Naghea ' s left flank on Storig ' s vanguard on Ulaqth ' s right flank , bodies of hundreds of soldiers strung together like beads . Miramor took whatever valuables he could carry from the corpses and then ran down the river . He had to go many miles before the water was clear again , unpolluted by blood .