That all changed when Sjerd challenged one of the Telvanni to a duel. To them, he was a dirty, migrant shepherd Nord boy. At first, the great mages of the Telvanni laughed at Sjerd, oblivious to the Forgotten Hero’s identity or deeds. It was not long before Sjerd the Younger found the mushroom cities of the Telvanni. With the Nerevarine’s return centuries ago, the Tribunal gods lost their divine powers and the destruction that lingered ever-longingly in the shadows of Vvardenfell finally found the Dunmer people. The time since the Red Year had not been kind to Morrowind, particularly Vvardenfell. Sjerd gathered what little material objects he kept - his shepard’s staff, robes, the Blade of Woe, and a tome - and embarked for recovering province of Morrowind. Throughout his travels, he had heard of great wizards and sorcerers from the Great House Telvanni in the neighboring province of Morrowind. In the heart of the forest, with his wolf companion Beovulf resting near him, it dawned upon Sjerd that there may be a path for his quest of power. He contemplated all that he has lost in the whirlwind that has been the last few years… He spent his time in meditation in the forests. He returned to Skyrim, where he went back to his ancestral farmland near Falkreath. With the Great War in an armistice, and the Dark Brotherhood in retreat to the shadow to lick their wounds, Sjerd the Younger found himself with little purpose.
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