On the eastern shores of the moor, the infamous Breton sorceress Lilou leads the Bloodthorn cult in their occupation of the gemstone mines of Khuras.  Whether to fund nefarious enterprise, or some other foul intendment, they have managed to force a group of locals into working the veins for their profit.

I recall an old adage which said, “your reputation is the richest jewel you can possibly possess.”  Let me then test the reputation of this sorceress, and discover whether it be gemstone, or just coloured glass.

S.K

It’s hard to feel sorry for one who has died trying to pry teeth from a crocodile’s mouth.  Did nobody ever warn him that the crocodile smiles widest just before he eats you?

S.K

Alana said she drove her sword right through the beast’s heart, and yet still it came on.  How does one kill that which can’t be killed?  The nameless soldier found a way, and if I am to stop the threat to the present day, then so must I.

If my resurrection from the cells of Coldharbour has taught me one thing, it is that there is no truth in impossible; it is but an opinion, a provocation, a potentiality, and perhaps even a probable… but it is never, ever impossible.

S.K

As I play the part of the nameless soldier, I find I must battle my way through the Alessian guards.  History remembers the Alessian Order as pious and fanatical; they were beyond negotiation, which is what made them so frightening to face.

And here I find I am trapped in history… and yet history is trapped within me.

S.K

His arrival to the battlefield seemed to take everyone by surprise.  Perhaps if I had studied the histories a little more I may have been at an advantage, but whilst the scholarly were at class, I was swinging wooden swords at straw daedra.

Intriguingly, even now those about us refer to him as the ‘last king’; his fate, and the fates of his people it would seem, was already considered fixed.  Yet despite this, I do not believe I have ever met man nor mer possessed of such dignity and equanimity.  Even by elfish standards, he stands statuesque, and his poise in discourse adds such gravitas to his every word that even his final comments to me, “we shall meet again, and then we shall see what we shall see”, carried such weight, that for a briefest of moments, I was almost given to believe him.

Still, if was clear that those ancient eyes saw far more than he had a mind to let on… we shall see.

S.K