Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160626032211/@comment-5583506-20160701012244

A ship bell rang and the men running the ship tossed anchor as soon as everyone were onboard. Sibern couldn't help but feel some sort of unease as the ship set sail from Tear and began to roll over the crushing waves of the Padomaic Ocean.

The Nexus, he thought.

Supposedly some sort of facility dedicated to researching the  Dwemer ruins that had been  discovered deep within Vvardenfell some years before the Red Year. The Mournhold Society had invested a whole lot fundings for the place in the hope that whatever technology found in there would yield some trumph cards for Morrowind's future, such as economy... or warfare...

Sibern did his best to tell himself that the main reason he was doing this was because there were people lost somewhere within the Nexus. People who, despite working for the company, most likely had nothing to do with the high schemes their employers were conducting. They didn't deserve to suffer for their masters' folly, and so he would do his best to help them. Not the Mournhold Society...