As soon as I step through the portal, I am almost overwhelmed by the bitter cold and the oppressive stench of decay that seems to clutch at the very breath in my lungs. Welcome back to Coldharbour.
It takes a moment for my eyes to attune to the murky light, and only then do I become aware that I am all alone; well not quite alone… is that Sir Cadwell charging towards me?
Portals to Oblivion it turns out are about as unpredictable as Nord’s arrows during the New Life Festival, and Cadwell believes our invasion force has been spread far and wide across these cheerless lands. With the many daedric Clannfear I see roaming near I decide to search for cover, and soon espy a bridge leading to a rather unexpected city.