Not sure if prophecy or merely street magic.
For now at least, my journey through Wrothgar is done. I’ll be back again to see the sun light glance off the ice floes and smell the glorious scents of Echatere and ogre roaming the woods.
Stormhaven with a descended dolmen truly lives up to its name.
Mireukura-Rin went exploring Spellscar. It sure is pretty! Biter thinks so too!
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.
Near Daggerfall, Glenumbra sings of the sun, the dewy grass invigorating in its welcoming scent. Further north, however, near the old town of Aldcroft, a different scene emerges – dead trees tired of life, and air so thick with burdened anticipation you can see it with your eyes. A lone light shines in the dark, marking a path to safety.
It was only after the battle that I had time to look at the night sky where Masser and Secunda were, ensconced in their starry embrace. The smell of sea salt mingled with the blood of the Dreugh as their broodmother lay slain. I hadn’t noticed that the corals glowed.