A frost cold mist, swarms through the dark irregular tunnels. Colorless and foul, a cavern that seems like a timeless abyss, a place where nightmares are bred.
With a closer glance, the true evil becomes clear: The unmistakable scent of decay, and a profane feeling of claustrophobia, destressing the minds of even the most willful.
A temple of shackles and blood rituals, inhabited by breathless, beetless and nearly souless entities, lurking endlessly these frozen ancient halls. Beings so currupt even life has forsaken them and are driven by their lust for blood and power.
Heavy brumes fill the mysterious swamp region of Hjaalmarch. A land with more tales than those who tell them. Near the seat of power of the area; Morthal resides a terror worse than the superstitious folks who dwell this town could imagine; The nights get longer and the days foggier and soon the mortals shall have no will to tell any more stories.
Hey everyone, thanks for reading! This is a story I've been wanting to write for a while now and also the first I will write/publish, I hope you enjoy!
Any helpful criticism is more than welcome!
Ps: The protagonist is Non-Dragonborn, that said for the most part I will stay canon to the events and lore friendly to The Elder Scrolls.
I'm also working on future chapters so stay tuned!
Kind Regards
Eilif