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A Great Tale

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Once upon a time there was a family of evil Dunmer. Like all Dunmer, they were lazy and wanted more slaves to abuse and mistreat. "Let's steal some baby scaleskins," they said. "That way we can train them to do all our difficult and tiring labor while we play and eat sugary foods!" And so that's exactly what they did. Loathesome slavers from the North were hired to steal our young ones from their soft nests of mud and root. Poor Saxhleel hatchlings who had never even had a chance to grow strong and healthy by tasting the delightfully nutritious Hist sap! Sadly, because of foreign magicks and dishonorable tactics, they were quite successful in their task. Many tears were shed at the loss of all those nameless rootchildren seperated from their tribes. Our scales were dry and cracked with heartache.

After years of such cruel raiding, a strong and determined Marsh Brother named Gah-Ij, his scales shimmering like sapphire ripples under a full moon in a cloudless sky, vowed vengeance on the gutless slavers and their despicable grey masters. He left his hut armed with only a small metal instrument and fierce determination, declaring to us all, "With this simple tool, Mud Family, I will destroy our enemies utterly and avenge our eggkin!" Brave Gah-Ij then lay in wait for the savage foreigners, and tracked them to their vessels on the coast. Drunk on success and lacking in discipline, the foolish men did not detect his arrival, nor did they notice his shadow as it trailed in their wake during the following days.

And so it was, once the ship was well out to sea, that the Courageous One struck. Slowly and patiently, in the dead of night and calm waters, he used his clever device to make holes all along the craft's wooden hull. Hundreds of them; thousands - yes, one even for every hatchling taken from its place. Who can say how long he spent boring away under cover of darkness? Truly, only the chosen of Sithis could design a weapon to afflict our enemies with ruinous amounts of nothing! The cowardly crew awoke in panic to discover their ship all but buried beneath the waves and their precious cargo gone. Even the strongest swimmers among them lost all hope for dry land was nowhere to be seen.

Gah-Ij himself swam back to our shores many times over again to return the hatchlings, and, once their safety was ensured, returned to deal with the treacherous slavers. Much honor was brought to our people that day and our spines will ever erect in gratitude to his memory. What exactly became of our valiant Scaled Savior is not known. Perhaps he continues to patrol the far waters, vigilant against the ever-present threat of repugnant slavers and conspiring to bring their greed-bloated smoothskins down into the briny depths. Maybe he continued his journey to the very doorsteps of the vile Dunmer who would ensnare our people, causing trouble where he can. Then again, as so often happens with those who leave our beloved marshes, it could be that Gah-Ij went on to have many more adventures that we simply cannot even begin to imagine!

[Author's note: While the narrative stops here abruptly, this short account is presumed to have been only a prologue to a series of native children's stories that, at present, remain untranslated. As such, the nature of the piece (whether it be fact or fiction) is also unknown. Of interest, however, is the play on words in both the title and the name of the hero: Gah-Ij translates from the Jel language as "Great Tail".]

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This piece was written for our 20th anniversary fan art contest! It is strictly property of its original creator - you may not modify, publish, or redistribute it without explicit permission from the artist.