(This seems to be enough. I'll start, anyone can join whenever they want, just remember the skelly.)
Sauriil had fallen asleep almost instantly when he saw the bed in the boat. They were releasing him, for they had finally realised that they had arrested him for something he didn't do. Sauriil would never murder anyone.
Soon after he fell asleep, he heard the voie of Azura:
'They have taken you from the Imperial City's prison, first by carraige, and now by boat. To the east, to Morrowind. Fear not, for I am watchful. You have been chosen.'
What could it mean? He has been chosen. Sauriil didn't have time to figure it out, he was awakened by one of the other prisoners, Jiub, 'Wake up. We're here. Why are you shaking? Are you okay? Wake up. Stand up. There you go, you were dreaming. What's your name?'
'I am Sauriil Adorin.' He responds, still a little dazed.
'Well, not even last nights storm could wake you, Sauriil. I've heard them say we've reached Morrowind. I'm sure they'll let us go. Quiet, here comes the guard.'
The guard walks in and takes Sauriil to the Census Office. There he signed his Birthsign, the Mage and skills he was taught.
Sauriil showed his papers to the Captain, and got his release fee. He was now free . . .