Naris Indarys wasn't a very important dunmer. He'd spent the majority of his life on the streets. But after being arrested and then sent to Morrowind, Naris would dicover he was destined for much more.
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Naris and Ryna returned back to Ald'ruhn just before night fell. And the next day Naris was still confused, gripping onto the golden sword in his hand as his thoughts raced. The Ring of Khajiiti and Goldbrand both seemed heavy on his body, the weight of knowledge that two daedric princes had gifted him magical artefacts. If they had simply been rewards for service he could understand but it seemed that both Mephala and Boethiah had specifically called to him, the shadow that he had tracked through Vivec and the red glimmer that only he could see proving this.
Ryna had said that it was just more proof that he really was the Nerevarine, apparently she had taken the day Naris had spent working for the Councilors to try and find more information on the subject, and had become convinced of it herself. How she had gone from a believer in the truth of the Temple to a devotee of the Nerevarine prophecies, and specifically of the belief that he was the Nerevarine, Naris did not know. He ran his hand over the blade, there were daedric letters carved into it, Betrayal. Power. Hunger, the words read. Naris sighed and closed his eyes.
He spent the next day and a half working for Neminda and Lord Sarethi, delivering small potions and learning more about leadership in the house after his sudden promotion. When he returned he laid right in his bed and closed his eyes. He did not know when he fell asleep exactly but he did know he was awoken by the sound of knocking on his door. "Yes?" Naris called.
"It is me," Lord Sarethi's voice called through the door.
"Enter," Naris said, sitting up.
Lord Sarethi was dressed more formally than he had been the last few times they had met, with his Redoran Councilor's ring glinting on his hand. "Thank you for allowing me to see you serjo," Lord Sarethi smiled.
"Of course," Naris smiled back. "Did you need something?"
"Actually I... want to give you something," Lord Sarethi smiled even wider. "As I was in the council meeting today-" oh that explained the clothing- "I noticed that the council is short a Counsellor."
"It is?" Naris asked, he had already picked up on where Lord Sarethi was going and he did not know if he liked it.
"Yes, due to the death of Lady Vian, the Ashlands have been without a governor of their own for years now. The Archmaster has promoted no one to Councilor and myself and the rest of the council are beginning to feel the strain."
"I don't want to be a Counsellor," Naris sighed.
"Perhaps not," Lord Sarethi nodded. "But you are the only person I trust to take the role."
"We met two weeks ago," Naris pointed out.
"Yes," Lord Sarethi nodded again, blinking slowly. "But in that time you have proven yourself a loyal friend. You are worthy of this."
"You just made me House Father, I know nothing of leadership."
"I think you do. I think you know a lot."
Naris gulped. He did know quite a lot about leading. In his youth Naris had led a sort of... gang... in Cheydinhal before he had decided to move to the Imperial City. And his time here in Morrowind had meant he had to put his leadership skills to use again.
"You can do this," Lord Sarethi reassured. He leant back. "To become a counsellor you must first gain the support of all the current council members, bar the Archmaster. Myself and Lady Morvayn have already offered you support, now you have four more."
Naris closed his eyes for a moment to steel himself. "Where do I start?"
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