Deep in the catacombs of Moriseli, the Bloodthorn Priestess and necromancer, Drusilla Nerva, makes her final stand before the alter from where she performed her obscene rituals.

S.K

The warrior never stops learning how to fight.  From the first time they pick up a sword, till it finally drops from their lifeless grasp, they never stop learning.  Every wound is a lesson learnt, and every scar is wisdom earned.

Today I learnt to hold my shield a little higher.

S.K

I may be without a soul, but I still have a heart… and that heart beats a little faster each time I meet with Lerisa.

S.K

I’ve never feared ghosts.  Back in Cyrodiil I was always taught that the spirits of the dead aren’t haunting us, they only remain present because we won’t let go of them.

There is something sinister at work that binds these Orcish spirits to this mortal plane, and as I am forced to fight my way through them to reach the source of this evil, I can only pray that the Divines might set them back upon the path to eternal sanctuary.

S.K

In an old Breton cemetery of the Isle of Betnikh, the Bloodthorn Cult’s evil intentions manifests into the physical world under the guise of the three abominations of Hate, Wrath and Fear.

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