Traversing Alik’r’s Dunes to revisit an ancient temple – Tu’whacca’s Throne. The winds are electrified by the nearby dolmen; the land calls to me. Soon, soon; my duty calls first.
Nestled in the depths of Graystone Quarry in Wrothgar is this Dwemer treasure, a sentinel of sorts that keeps the machines working to protect the ruins long after their masters are dead. Telenger and his bright ideas.
The smoke carries the smell of burnt flesh and steel. The cries turned to screams and then to silence, the only sounds the crackling of bones and tentative footsteps on broken ground.
Sometimes when you look around, when you stop to take in your surroundings, you see details that have been left there by the powers that be. Some are huge, and some are so surprising you can’t help but break into a smile.
I was at Argent Mine, yesterday, and a few lifetimes ago. This wasn’t the first time I noticed them, hanging in their eternal loft. Whatever it was that killed them, they seemed to die happy, or in horror. I’ll never know.