Oh. That’s where the name came from.
I think this was Eldbur Ruins, just by the wayshrine. Lovely place.
Ebon Sanctum in Summerset is a gorgeous, otherworldly place I would visit over and over, if only it were not sooooo confusing to get there.
Rivenspire is a wondrous place – mixed terrain, lots of landmarks and identifiable sights. And for a brief moment, we meet the very charming Count Verandis Ravenwatch. I miss him.
Strange that this appeared here too. I wonder which ancient hands carved this as a reminder of events that unfolded long ago.
One day, I’ll take the time to figure out what the Daedric script says. Until then, on to more adventures!
The atmosphere is fantastic, and the colours – light against metal – are indescribable. This reminds me of the Isle of the Dead by Arnold Bocklin. I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe I was reminded of Giger’s version, and of this quote by Stephen King in the Wastelands.
“All is silent in the halls of the dead. All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead, Behold the stairways which stand in darkness; behold the rooms of ruin. These are the halls of the dead where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.”
Except here, the spiders spin other things.
I was torn. I didn’t know what to do. He was willing; that didn’t make it feel any better. Still, I had a bigger issue to think of.
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.