What amuses us and other ideas
I must look like the helpful sort. What that ghosts, clueless wizards and inanimate objects all ask me for help. Is it the scowl? It must be my scowl, I should work on that.
Something he said about Rilis the Twelfth scratched at the back of my mind. Like a forgotten recipe for muffins or where I left my staff. Lurking just out of reach..
Comments closedI woke up with cool salt air in my lungs and sand under my face. I might have thought it a dream if Wendel’s hot fetid breath didn’t sweep through the moment like a wild horse.
I was in Summerset, though I couldn’t remember why. I seemed to have all my things: Pants? check. Tunic? check. Staff? check. Daedric servant of a mysterious lord who’s presence I cannot elude? check.
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..more ruins. Always more ruins. It’s like the Second Age contributed only stone left to eventually crumble. I was certain there was more to this story, I just needed the proof. But that’s what all scholars yearn for. Validation.
Comments closedOr am I driven by curiosity? It was a pleasant hike through the hills regardless, though I was left wondering if there were other kinds of Wight other than Mound Wights. The fellow in town was oddly specific.
Through vale and cave to find a source of evil. Someone said plague though I suspected a different, no less malefic, problem.
But this cave was looking promising. I had a good feeling about this one..
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