[INTRO — CAIUS'S HOUSE, PIPE BUBBLES] [CAIUS — OLDER MALE, LOW SPOKEN] The Emperor thinks you fit the prophecy. Take two hundred drakes. Find the Urshilaku. Speak to Sul-Matuul and Nibani Maesa. [DEVIL — DEEP GRAVELLY SPOKEN] So I'm the chosen one now? Last week I stole a plate. Where's this tribe? [BEAT DROPS — DIRTY HORRORCORE] [VERSE 1 — LAZY BASS RAP] Back on the silt strider, heading to Maar Gan, Reading Caius's directions like a half-drunk man. Follow Foyada Bani-Dad till the coast comes in, Ash blowing sideways, can't see past my chin. Found a wreck, swam east along the shore, Daedric shrine up ahead—nope, not exploring more. Finally see some yurts scattered low in the sand, Walk up smiling, everybody staring at my hands. I said, "Sul-Matuul?" They gave me the side-eye, Dunmer looks me up and down like he wants me to die. [ASHLANDER — MALE, SUSPICIOUS] Outlander. Speak to Zabamund. Don't trouble the ashkhan without permission. [DEVIL — SPOKEN] A receptionist? In the fucking desert? [HOOK — PUNCHY GANG RAP] ASH IN MY FACE, BONES IN THE DIRT! Every time I ask a question, somebody wants work! WHO'S THE ONE? WHO'S THE KING? I'm the Devil, not a puppet—quit pulling my strings! THEY SAY I'M CHOSEN! I SAY PROVE IT! If destiny wants my ass, it can get up and move it! [VERSE 2 — SARCASTIC BOUNCE] Zabamund in his yurt, got a price on his smile, Paid two hundred gold just to talk for a while. Now Sul-Matuul's telling me I gotta pass a test: "Bring my father's Bonebiter Bow, then we'll do the rest." Hold on, wait—your DEAD dad's bow? From the burial caverns? Oh, here we fucking go. Every favor in this province leads to somebody's grave, I'm the chosen one, not a delivery slave! Head southeast, find the door beneath a hill, Cold stone breathing like the ground's standing still. [BEAT CUT — STONE DOOR GROANS] [DEVIL — WHISPER] Nope. Don't like that sound. ...I'm going in anyway. [VERSE 3 — FASTER, DARKER RAP] Caverns full of water, shadows crawling up the wall, Ancestor ghost comes drifting—oh, you gotta be kidding, y'all. Pull the enchanted blade, swing twice, ghost fades, Health bar dropping fast, better drink what I saved. Astral Burial, Karma, lost my fucking track, Passed this door already—how'd I circle back? Find the winding path, climb up past the dead, Hear a voice like gravel grinding inside my head. [WRAITH — LOW DISTORTED MALE] You disturb the rest of Sul-Senipul. [DEVIL — SPOKEN] Yeah, and your son sent me! Take it up with HIM! [VERSE 4 — BEAT HITS HARD] Wraith lunges forward, whole room glows blue, I'm hacking at a dead man for a bow I can't use. Last swing, he drops, silence fills the cave, Grab Bonebiter from the ghost, leave the grave. Back across the ash with my pockets full of loot, Cliff racer overhead—oh, FUCK, I hate you too! Reach the camp limping, bow across my shoulder, Sul-Matuul takes one look, suddenly acts warmer. [SUL-MATUUL — MALE, FORMAL] You have passed the rite. You are a Clanfriend. Speak to Nibani Maesa. [DEVIL — SPOKEN] Great! Finally, someone who doesn't want a skull! [HOOK — HEAVY DRUMS, EVOLVING] ASH IN MY FACE, BONES IN THE DIRT! Fought your father's ghost just to prove my worth! WHO'S THE ONE? WHO'S THE KING? Got an ancient fucking bow and a brand-new family! THEY SAY I'M CHOSEN! I SAY PROVE IT! If destiny wants my ass, it can get up and move it! [BRIDGE — LOW DRONE, WISE WOMAN'S YURT] [NIBANI MAESA — ELDERLY FEMALE, CALM] Your birthsign fits. Your past is uncertain. But that does not make you the Nerevarine. You are not the one... yet. You may become the one. Seek the Dissident Priests' lost prophecies. [BEAT CUTS] [DEVIL — DEADPAN] ...So I braved an ash storm, Paid a guy to let me talk to another guy, Beat up his dead father, Carried a bow across the damn desert... And your answer is MAYBE?! [LOW LAUGH] Heh. That's Morrowind, baby. [FINAL VERSE — DEEP STORY RAP] Back to Balmora with the visions and the news, Caius hears "might be chosen," starts changing his tune. Says he'll search for lost prophecies, then makes a new plan: Sixth House is stirring, got a problem in the land. I throw my boots on the table, say, "Old man, what's next?" He looks at me serious, puts a name across the desk. [CAIUS — LOW MALE SPOKEN] Next stop: Fort Buckmoth. Find Raesa Pullia. A Sixth House base needs clearing. [OUTRO — BEAT FADES] [DEVIL — SPOKEN] Let me guess. Another cave? More monsters? Maybe somebody's dead uncle needs his pants back? [PAUSE] ...Fuck it. Save the game. [EVIL LAUGH, CLIFF RACER SCREECH]
