2920 , Vol . 26 Content . 2920 : The Last Year of the First Era By Carlovac Townway 29 Frostfall , 2920 Phrygias , High Rock Pale sunlight flickered behind the mist bathing the forest as Turala , Doryatha , and Celephyna drove their horses on . The ground was wet with a thin layer of frost , and laden down with goods , it was a slippery way over unpaved hills . Turala tried to contain her excitement about coming back to the coven . Wayrest had been an adventure , and she adored the looks of fear and respect the cityfolk gave her . But for the last few days , all she could think of was returning to her sisters and her child . A bitter wind whipped her hair forward so she could see nothing but the path ahead . She did not hear the rider approach to her side until he was almost upon her . When she turned and saw Cassyr , she shouted with as much surprise as pleasure at meeting an old friend . His face was pale and drawn , but she took it to be merely from travel . " What brings you back to Phrygias ? " she smiled . " Were you not treated well in Dwynnen ? " " Well enough , " said Cassyr . " I have need of the Skeffington coven . " " Ride with us , " said Turala . " I ' ll bring you to Mynistera . " The four continued on , and the witches regaled Cassyr with tales of Wayrest . It was evident that it was also a rare treat for Doryatha and Celephyna to leave Old Barbyn ' s Farm . They had been born there , as daughters and grand - daughters of Skeffington witches . Ordinary High Rock city life was exotic to them as it was to Turala . Cassyr said little , but smiled and nodded his head , which was encouragement enough . Thankfully , none of the stories they had heard were about his own stupidity . Or at the very least , they did not tell him . Doryatha was in the midst of a tale she had heard in a tavern about a thief who had been locked overnight in a pawnshop when they crossed over a familiar hill . Suddenly , she halted in her story . The barn was supposed to be visible , but it was not . The other three followed her gaze into the fog , and a moment later , they rode as fast as they could towards what was once the site of the Skeffington coven . The fire had long since burned out . Nothing but ashes , skeletons , and broken weaponry remained . Cassyr recognized at once the signs of an Orc raid . The witches fell from their horses , racing through the remains , wailing . Celephyna found a tattered , bloody piece of cloth that she recognized from Mynistera ' s cloak . She held it to her ashen face , sobbing . Turala screamed for Bosriel , but the only reply was the high whistling wind through the ashes . " Who did this ? " she cried , tears streaking down her face . " I swear I ' ll conjure up the very flames of Oblivion ! What have they done with my baby ? " " I know who did it , " said Cassyr quietly , dropping from his horse and walking towards her . " I ' ve seen these weapons before . I fear I met the very fiends responsible in Dwynnen , but I never thought they ' d find you . This is the work of assassins hired by the Duke of Mournhold . " He paused . The lie came easily . Adopt and improvise . What ' s more , he could tell instantly that she believed it . Her resentment over the cruelty the Duke had shown her had quieted , but never disappeared . One look at her burning eyes told him that she would summon the Daedra and wreak his , and her , revenge upon Morrowind . And what ' s more , he knew they ' d listen . And listen they did . For the power that is greater than desire is rage . Even rage misplaced .