Whilst scouting the Northern reaches of Glenumbra for the final dregs of the Bloodthorn cult, I discover a crumbling tower concealing the entrance to a large underground fort. Long abandoned by the Lion Guard, the ever opportunistic Red Rook bandits have moved in and made themselves surreptitiously at home.
In the dark, dank passages I meet a fellow adventurer, a spell-weaver, who displayed a breath-taking mastery of the elements. Together we made a matchless medley of steel and sorcery, that blew through the corridors of Cryptwatch like a Pyandonean tempest.
S.K
The Tamriel Drifter 