The Shrouded Pass is a modern epithet given to the ruins of the once great city of Erokii, because of the heavy fogs that now dress the valley like a cerement.  The leaders of Rivenspire had planned to climb the pass to the very summit of the Doomcrag, and there finally put to an end the threat of both Baron Montclair and the Lightless Remnant.

The Baron however has somehow managed to activate ancient Ayleid defences to block the troops advance.  The bones of Erokii’s long buried guardians have risen to his call.  A colossal construct of flaming bones, and a giant gargoyle of living stone, guard Ayleid puzzles that hold shut solid doors sealed by ancient magics.  All must be overcome before we can reach the portal rooms above and summon the Nobles and their house troops for the final confrontation.

S.K

Amidst the ruins of the once great Ayleid city of Erokii in Western Boralis, the combined forces of Rivenspire are camped waiting upon their bickering leaders to agree a plan to take them beyond the ancient defences of the Shrouded Pass, up the very summit of the Doomcrag, and into a final confrontation with Baron Montclair.

Once more it is Count Verandis Ravenwatch who takes command of the situation, as he has done so throughout, driven it seems by his own guilt.  I wonder what history will eventually say about this curious circumstance that sees a vampire leading the great houses of Rivenspire into a battle that could decide the future of all High Rock.

In the camp, I meet with the Breton Darien Gaultier who once more has rushed to the defence of High Rock and her people.  And the Orsimer Skordo, whose heroic exploits proved vital to the liberation of Northpoint.  If we are to face an entire legion of the undead, I would ask for non-others to stand beside me then Darien and Skordo, perhaps the last true Knights of High Rock.

S.K

As I finally reach the foot of the Doomcrag in Rivenspire, I am greeted once more by the dread overture of the dark anchor.  The deafening bawl of the obnoxious horns followed hard by the grinding of great chains proclaims Molag Bal’s latest attempt to drag all of Nirn into eternal bondage.

But once more the peoples of Tamriel, irrespective of gender, race, alliance, or guild, rush to repel the Daedric invaders.  Because freedom comes not from treaty, it comes from those who stand most alone, standing together as one.

It is we, the people of Tamriel who must hold back the Oblivion incursions, because the alliances and guilds exist not to ensure our freedom, they exist because of our freedom.

S.K

Erokii is believed to have once been the greatest of all the Ayleid cities in Northwest Tamriel, now however it is a carcass picked clean by carnivorous treasure hunters and tomb robbers.

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The relics of Erokii have been traded all over Tamriel for a thousand years, yet still the rapacious opportunists come, because the myths surrounding this long dead city, which are still sung about by tavern bards and debated by esteemed scholars alike, are just too seductive to disregard.

There is an old Colovian adage that goes ‘a myth is a simple truth wrapped in an elaborate lie’.  Perhaps, but the more I travel throughout Tamriel, the more I am discovering that many a myth turns out to be elaborately true.

Maybe it is then that the greatest myth of Erokii, the Tear of Anurraame, may in fact be true, and the relic most romanced by the bards, is buried somewhere deep in these very ruins, just waiting for a rapacious opportunist to recover.

S.K