The battle-worn moors of Glenumbra, where the ghosts of a conflict long past fought are cursed to patrol ever more; never to reap the peace of afterlife that soldiers sacrifice deserves. These wraiths and ghosts still carry deadly blade and spell, and they take their ire out on any hapless living being that misadventures upon their fateful moorlands.
Soulless warriors who fight on despite the greatest loss of all, in a forlorn endeavour to appease the tortuous emptiness that abrades the abyss where their souls should lie; fighting on for cause, despite the ever dread that their inner essence shall remain barren forevermore.
It all feels very familiar.
S.K
The Tamriel Drifter 