386. The scholarly mouse

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A notorious Khajiiti gang of bandits known as the Duneraiders have discovered a long lost city hidden within the golden sands of Tigonus, the eastern region of the Alik’r Desert.

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To aide them in their ransacking of the ancient Yokudan city they kidnapped a Redguard scholar from the streets of Sentinel, and are forcing him to decipher runes on the relics that they loot.  Yet the scholar believes he has discovered something far more valuable than treasure and jewels may be hidden deep within this ancient city, and he has pleaded for my help in retrieving it.

First however, I’ll need free him from the clutches of bandit gang which wont be easy, for a cat never willingly gives up its mouse without scratch and bite.

S.K

385. The Giant’s Camp

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Whilst occasionally Giants have been seen as far south as Bangkorai and Cyrodiil, it is rare to find them traveling beyond the natural borders of Wrothgar or Skyrim.  Thus when I rode towards a bonfire in the hills as the last rays of sun trickled beneath the far horizon, I was surprised to discover a lone Giant tending camp this far deep into the Hollow Wastes of the Alik’r.

Standing beyond twice my height the brute was initially as startled as I, but he already had his bone-headed club at hand and took but two of a giant’s strides to close upon me; I had little option but to draw my sword and shield to defend myself.

It was only later that I learnt from locals that the Giant they called ‘Lonely Papa’ had made his home in the hills many years ago.  Initial attempts to drive it away had ended gravely, but as time passed the locals realised the giant wanted as little to do with them, as they with him, and so they settled into an unspoken concord of avoidance.

The giant rarely strayed from its camp during daylight, only venturing into the sands at night to trap scorpion, skeever, or desert jackal.  Whilst he was often spotted collecting water in two hefty mammoth water-skins as far south as the Goat’s Head Oasis, he would stay well clear of the roads and always managed pass by the settlements at Bergama and Leki’s Blade unseen.

Alas then for the foolish wayfarers haphazardly traversing the sands at night who stumble upon his camp and disturb his solitude… and alas for Lonely Papa that tonight that fool was I.

S.K