I decided once to walk up the east coast of Vvardenfell, then started cutting inland. Then the ash storms started. I needed shelter quickly, so dived into some

I decided once to walk up the east coast of Vvardenfell, then started cutting inland. Then the ash storms started. I needed shelter quickly, so dived into some nearby Dwemer ruins. But it was infested with vampires. They hadn't detected me, but were close enough that I couldn't rest, and I wasn't strong enough to defeat them. So I sat there in the ruins, listening to the ash storm howl outside, for an hour, until it died down. After I finished my journey, days alone in the ash wastes, with only ash storms and danger for company had gotten to me, so I had to take a break from Morrowind. That damn howl, that sound was perfectly oppressive. TL;DR - I'd never had a game affect me like that before, and the capacity to wander into stuff you totally can't handle made the world and its danger feel more real. That's why anytime I played Oblivion or Skyrim, I installed mods to disable creature leveling (creatures got tougher or weaker, contingent on your level). I like a game where eventually goblins become a non-threat I vapourise with one swing of Goldbrand, but powerful vampire mages can still turn me into paste with a few gestures.