ESO – Anticipating Murkmire whilst in Shadowfen
Bites-his-Claws sometimes looks over at the sunset, wondering about Murkmire and his lost history.
ESO – Auridon in the morning
Always lovely to see the greens in Auridon. Dreaming of Summerset next.
ESO – At Far Shores, Bangkorai
The two statues always seem to me that they are giving high-fives to one another. But that wasn’t what caught my eye this time. The purple-blue shades of the sky was so strangely incongruent with the sun shining down at me. I had to remind myself where I was – they didn’t call it Far Shores for nothing!
ESO – Stirk, same old same old
Every time I go to Stirk, and I’ve been there at least ten times, I almost always arrive at nearly but not always the same time – the magic hour just reaching its last tendrils over before the evening ends and night begins. The sun nears the horizon; night gathers above, bejeweled and waiting. I imagine that the sea breeze is balmy, and perhaps I can taste sorrow in the air – the Crimson Ship carried its burden hopeless into that endless Abecean Sea and were lost. Who mourns them?
ESO – Alik’r: Tu’whacca’s Throne
Tu’whacca’s Throne in all the symmetrical glory. The sands make their home in Alik’r; so do these testaments of time.
