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Moonlit Scales: EpilogueRoad to Winterhold. The harsh wind constantly blows into the trio as they journey to the capital of the hold. Terae leads the way for Shada and Forest-Lurker to take refuge from the Vigilants of Stendarr.
Were just about here. said Terae, spotting the village.
Hard to believe this used to be Skyrims capital city. Forest-Lurker said, stuttering in his shivering. cant stand this weather.
Winterholds region is located far into the northern mountains. Day and night, there is always wind and snow. The cold, harsh climate can freeze any unlucky wanderer to death. Shada, being undead, does not seem to mind.
What was that, Lurker? Shada smirked, shrugging off the snow.
Shut up. said Forest-Lurker, glaring at the vampire argonian. Terae looks back at Forest-Lurker, smiling.
I would have frozen to death if it werent your fur clothing. Thank you again. gratified Terae.
Eventually, the argon
Lindir in War (Prologue)In the Hall of Attainment, the apprentices of the College of Winterhold study their magic. Spells, incantations, enchantments, et cetera. The old, stone walls shelter them from the harsh climate of northern Skyrim, through either insulation or fire spells. The cold blizzards get worse during the evening.
"Hey Lindir." Onmund called from his quarters, across the round hall. The Altmer, Lindir, gets up off his bed with some hesitation. He leaves his quarters to walk towards Onmund. "Would you mind helping me with something I'm working on?"
"Alright, what do you need?" Lindir asked in a somewhat negative tone. Onmund notices how he responded and hesitates to speak again.
"I'm sorry if I bothered you. You can go ahead with your . business." Onmund said. He knew Lindir was lying on his bed, yet hesitant to state that he was. Lindir widens his eyes in guilt.
"It's fine. I can assist in whatever you need." Lindir said with haste. He sighs. "I'm just having a difficult time with my past,
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