Many bandits inexplicably tried to fight the monster, their minds no doubt addled from the sujamma and skooma from nearby Morrowind.Įventually reaching the Cheydinhal gates, he collapsed from exhaustion.
Down the mountain towards Cheydinhal he fled. An epic game of Khajiit and skeever was on. Fire was needed and none could be found on these frozen slopes. It landed directly in the beasts forehead, this only angered it. The Bosmer crept up, drew his steel bow back and let an arrow fly. Nearby the slightly opaque silhouette of a massive troll stood. A powerful monster and Solstheim and tragedy.Īfter searching around, he eventually spotted a body. After finally deciphering the Nord's terrible handwriting he learned of Uderfrykte. On the icy sliver of stone he spotted a tent, and Agnar's journal.
The bitter cold and wind slowly eroded his will until he eventually reached Dive Rock. It's only right for a Wood Elf to possess such an object, right?įor countless days he traveled north. He had heard many whispers in the inns, hushed and hurried conversations about a powerful weapon far to the northeast, in the mountains.
A Bosmer archer was released from the Imperial City dungeons under mysterious circumstances.
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