The air sizzles in anticipation of the day ahead. The ice crackles, the bears roar. In the distance, thunder. I wash my face in the steady stream and wonder… What is that sound of heavy metal clanking behind me?
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.
In a somewhat remote spot of Cyrodiil, a mage has arranged a family of skeletons around a campfire. He has made sure all of them have their heads and are suitably warm. I wonder what tales are being told.
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?
I begin my sojourn into Bleak Fall Sanctum, the first ruin I encounter. I’m supposed to go find a golden claw for the merchant in Riverwood. His sister led me just outside of town. I’m not sure why her brother won’t let her venture much farther. She’s a grown woman after all. But suffice to say I went ahead anyway, even if she just left me there. She paused a number of times too. Maybe her brother is worried she’d get lost.
Ahh, the familiar layout.
I really like what the modders are doing with the textures. The game is a beautiful thing, but the modders really fleshed it out. My PC isn’t even the top end sort. I wonder what they see when they load the 4k textures. *envy*
The first dragon wall Endariil encounters. Of course it will be fus-ro-dah!
This is Endariil. She’s a Ningheim. Her hair is something else, and she’ll be playing this round of Skyrim.
The storm follows evil.
North of Stormhaven is the Weeping Giant wayshrine. Now I know why. I wonder who carved this, and why it looks vaguely Akaviri. Where’s the rest of it?
One of the few places I’ve been to in Tamriel (well, technically, this is in another realm?) that has such nice purple hues.