Daedric Ancestor Armor 
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Contents:
Plug in file
textures folder
meshes folder
icons folder

Installation:
The easist way is to unzip to a temp file on the desktop and manually move the files over to the correct data files folders.
The textures folder has a list of textures, which go into the textures folder
The meshes folder has a folder called "SnapeArmor" which goes into your meshes folder
The icons folder has as folder called "Ancestors" which goes into your icons folder
The plugin goes into your data files folder

This mod adds a retextured Daedric armor set. There is no quest per se, but the armor is hidden. The lore below should provide you with some clues as to where it is:

Lore:
Long ago a member of the Balmora Thieves guild set out to steal treasures of great value, and treasures too dangerous for just anyone to take on. He wanted the legendary Armor of the Daedric Ancestors to add to his ill gotten collection. He had the previous spring successfully stolen a rare set of Hematite armor from the Vivec Morag Tong guild. He had heard that a Morag Tong member had disgraced the guild by taking the armor and weapons after assassinating a poor Ashlander miner who had made the armor and weapons and until his death worked in a glassmine in the Red Mountain Region. The Thieves Guild member felt justified in stealing the armor and had for the first time in Vvardenfell  history successfully infiiltrated the Morag Tong and stolen from them. He hid the Hematite armor in a tomb in the northern coastal Ashlands, and after hearing that his treasure had been found and presumably taken by a famous archaelogist, set out to procure another equally dangerous and valuable prize: The Armor of the Daedric Ancestors, forged eons ago by the gods themselves as a template for all Daedric armor that would be made afterward. Working on a tip from someone he had had shared a drink with at Eight Plates, he set out from Balmora heading north and found the shrine he was looking for easily enough. He killed the profane worshippers easily with the help of his Amulet of Shadows and his Daedric longbow - a few well placed Daedric arrows here and a few there, and the treasure was his. It lay glittering at the feet of the towering statue, and with little fanfare he took it. He did not hear the 'clunk' of the object that he dropped in his haste to steal the armor. It was his good luck charm, stolen long ago from a strange teleportation hall he had stumbled upon out in the middle of nowhere. He set out northward and noticed as the shadows grew longer that many of them hid glimpses of quick movement that he could only catch from the corner of  his eye. He quickened his pace, laboring under the weight of the heavy amor that he dared not wear himself - his feather enchantment was beginning to wear off and the weight of the pieces in his pack bore heavily on him. As he struggled to move quicker, the shadows drew closer and he noticed with horror that he was being followed by several members of none other than the Morag Tong! He realized then why it had been so easy to find the armor and take it... and cursed the wizened old Dark Elf who had told him where to find it in Eight Plates that cold rainy night. The Morag Tong. Of course. A set up. He began to panic and tried to run when he remembered a set of rising force potions that he had in his robes. He drank one quickly and rose into the darkening sky higher and higher and saw just over the mountain ledge the top of a Daedric Shrine. He rose up to the top and dropped silently down into the top and saw a door there and went inside. The door grated open into darkness and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he heard the terrifying wail of Winged Twilights below him deep in the shrine itself. He relaxed for a moment, and quickly put the Armor of the Daedric Ancestors into a trunk beside him and locked it. He laid down his rising force potions and as he was turning toward the door noticed it sliding open. His knees gave out as the Morag Tong came in after him and he knew his minutes were numbered. He barely felt the first blow and noticed with some wonder how painless it was to watch his own insides slide down the front of his tunic. He gasped, slumped against the wall and died. The Morag Tong members looked down at him, their red eyes glittering in the light of the sconce. One spat, and tossed down into the dead thief's lap the dropped good luck charm, an ancient propylon index. They turned and left, dark justice done at long last.

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The Hematite armor mentioned above is available in my Voodoo Armor plugin.
If you have any problems with this mod, let me know - you can contact me at:
Morrowind Summit Forums
http://www.forumplanet.com/rpgplanet/morrowind
graphicalchemy@aol.com

Feel free to use the items herein in which ever way you choose, and be sure to give me a mention in your mod credits if you use them. Thanks! = )
Sirius Snape

