Vaxael Daan was born in Suran, orphaned young, and raised by the Cammona Tong. Where others in the gang turned to petty crime, Vaxael rose into a master rogue and adventurer. During the Planemeld he became one of Vvardenfell’s greatest champions, using his skills to cut down Daedra pouring through Dark Anchors. Yet when Molag Bal’s incursion ended, his reward was disdain—reviled by Tribunal loyalists and Great Houses alike for his ties to the outlawed Tong. Tired of persecution, Vaxael rallied the Cammona Tong, turned his fame into influence, and led an uprising that drove the Hlaalu masters from Suran.
Under Vaxael’s leadership, Suran has become a haven for the unwanted: outlaws, wanderers, and dreamers. It is no lawful city, but neither is it anarchic. Vaxael and his council keep Suran “safe enough,” enforcing harsh rules where betrayal or violence within the walls will not be tolerated. The Raven’s sigil—three daggers on a dark banner—flies proudly above Suran as both a warning and a promise: all blades point outward.
Districts like Triple Dagger Plaza and Sanguine’s Revel thrum with illicit trade, performance, and excess, while the Silt Cellars move contraband under the Tong’s watchful eye. Yet in the Raven’s Roost, Vaxael’s word holds absolute sway, balancing Suran’s contradictions: a criminal sanctuary, a frontier marketplace, and a city of survivors who look out for their own.
To the Tribunal Temple, Suran is a scar—a city corrupted by the Cammona Tong and devoted to Sanguine rather than the Three. The Houses see Suran as an insult to their order:
House Hlaalu, humiliated by their expulsion, quietly plots to retake the city, though none dare move openly.
House Redoran tolerates Suran’s existence so long as its chaos doesn’t spill into their lands.
House Telvanni dismiss it as irrelevant—until the day Suran’s free-thinkers grow into threats.
Yet for all their condemnation, none can deny Suran’s pull. Traders, adventurers, and pilgrims stop there willingly, drawn by its promise of freedom. For every House that calls it a blight, there are voices in the alleys who call it something else: the only honest city in Morrowind.