Do you know why it's called the "Sixth House"? This story has some characteristics of a parody, but it also follows the Main Quest of the game. I hope you'll enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own game characters, only those 4-5 I created.

Dagoth Ur's Illegal Property

Everything was calm and sweet in Morrowind.

It was a period of peace in the land of the Dumner, the cities were wealthy, the Great Houses were strangely in agreement…Well, everyone was happy. Everyone but one.

His name was Dagoth Ur.

He was called "the evil mastermind", "the Devil" or "the Enemy". Why? One day he was in a bad mood and he didn't do anything special or bad…he only began to spread the Blight from the top of the Red Mountain…

But why he was so enraged? No one dared to ask him the reason.

Have you ever tried to live on the top of a volcano? He lived in a citadel of Dwemer Ruins near the crater of the Red Mountain. The citadel had the very original name of Dagoth Ur (he was a little bit egocentric).

His home was a real disaster: hot (ok, having pools of lava in your house in winter it's acceptable, but in summer…), dusty, rusty, noisy (due to the Dwemer machines that never stopped to work) and with a precarious lighting system!

And so, a day of spring, Dagoth Ur decided to create a Sixth House. Not the secret cult, a building. He already had five others houses all around Morrowind and the taxes of the sixth were awfully high. So when he received a letter from the Census and Excise Office of Seyda Neen he simply decided to not pay (after all he was a living god).

This is where the story begins.

"That Dagoth Ur is a criminal! He doesn't want to pay!" cried Socucius Ergalla.

"What?" asked the imperial guard in the Office.

"He refuses to pay the taxes of his Sixth House. All the taxmen I've sent to him have returned diseased, half dead, without the money or haven't returned!"

"It's a problem…"

"You are very perceptive!"

"Excuse me, boss…Do you have any ideas?"

"Hum…perhaps I know who could do this. I know exactly who can do it!"

Four days later a boat arrived from Cyrodiil carrying the three best taxmen of Vanderfell: Virien, Darthel and Luril. They weren't exactly what you call "boring people".

Virien was a dark elf. She was beautiful in her way, she had two brown eyes, her skin was green-blue and she whore black hair. She was expert in long blade skill and her weapon was a dangerous daedric claymore that she usually showed (it was enough) to those who wouldn't pay taxes. She wasn't very good with spells so she preferred to battle with her beloved sword.

When she arrived to Seyda Neen she was wearing a purple robe with golden decorations…nobody suspected that under her clothes she wore also a glass armour.

Darthel was an Altmer. He was always slow, meditative and calm…obviously when he wasn't enraged. He had brown hair and green eyes, he was taller than Virien (of course) and he was a good speaker, very polite and gentle. People were often enchanted by his voice. He was a good fighter (he used silver staves…silver was fashionable) and he was the one who carried scrolls, quills, potion ingredients, maps and so on.

He arrived to Morrowind with elegant silk clothes…completely unaware of what he was going to have to do…

Luril was an high elf too. He was one of the best spellcasters of Vanderfell and one of the vainest person in the world. To him a mirror meant a pause to watch himself. He liked his blue eyes, he liked his golden skin, he liked his personality…briefly, he liked everything of himself.

The three were greeted by Ergalla who first covered them of compliments and then he threw them out of the Offices with a quest: find Dagoth Ur and make him pay.

Luril looked at the dusty road.

"From where we begin?"

"Ergalla said to go to Balmora city and then ask there information about Dagoth…Iur." Said Darthel.

"If we must…" said Luril and began to walk with Darthel.

"Guys," said Virien "Balmora is in this direction…"

"What? Ehm…of course!"

"It's gonna be a long journey…"