Adventures in Tamriel

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Hello and Goodbye, Wrothgar!

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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.

 

 

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ESO – In the Rift

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ESO – In King’s Guard a Dolmen Festers

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ESO: Orsinium – History Carved in Stone

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Stormhaven

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Stormhaven with a descended dolmen truly lives up to its name.

 


Spellscar!

screenshot_20170129_003020Mireukura-Rin went exploring Spellscar. It sure is pretty! Biter thinks so too!

 


Graystone Quarry Depths, Wrothgar

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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.


Dreary Glenumbra on a Frostfall evening

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. 


ESO – The Matron’s Clutch, Stonefalls

screenshot_20160721_222908It 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.


ESO – Grahtwood in the morning

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Sunrise in Grahtwood

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You can almost smell the morning sun, mingled in the soft dew of the foliage. The water rushes, and the sounds of the living begin to fill the air. Somewhere near, the inhabitants of Grahtwood discuss the beginnings of the day, vaguely aware that some end might come to bear but helpless to prevent it. Life ,as they know it, goes on when the nightmare that clings to them each night washes off with the rising dawn.