#skingrad

[aconitum2222]

[peachyindeed]

The sights of Cyrodiil

[decepticon-nerd]

I completely forgot this happened and I don't remember if I ever posted about it before but Hassildor came to save my ass from an ambush and ended up fighting his own guards on my behalf.

I love his stupid dramatic spin immediately before dying and then the guard walking away like he didn't just assault the Count of Skingrad

[laelamont]

The West Weald at Night

[alexcreogd]

Located in the heart of the West Weald highlands, Skingrad is the gem of Old Colovia, and a model of the Colovian virtues of independence, hardwork, and tough-mindedness

[felmiraquasimara]

📜 31. “Unfinished Business”

🌄Morndas, 24th of Hearthfire, 3E 433

(Skingrad – West Weald Inn & Fallen Rock Cave)

The road to Skingrad wound through golden vineyards and quiet woods, a serene contrast to the storm brewing in my thoughts. Modryn's assignment was clear: find Maglir and uncover why he defaulted on his contract. Yet, the weight of this task pressed heavily upon me.

At the West Weald Inn, I found Maglir nursing a mug of ale, his demeanor defensive. "The job wasn't worth the risk," he muttered. "They don't pay us enough to face what's in that cave." He spoke of Brenus Astis, a scholar whose journal lay within Fallen Rock Cave, now overrun with undead. Maglir had abandoned the task, leaving the contract unfulfilled.

I couldn't condone his decision, but I also saw the fear in his eyes. The path of a warrior is fraught with peril, and not all are prepared to face it. Still, duty called.

Fallen Rock Cave lived up to its name—a treacherous descent into darkness. The air was thick with decay, and the moans of the undead echoed through the chambers. Dawnsunder and Sunglade proved their worth as I battled through the horrors, each swing and block a testament to my resolve.

In the deepest chamber, I found Brenus Astis's lifeless form, his journal clutched in skeletal hands. I took it gently, offering a silent prayer for his soul.

Returning to Chorrol, I faced a choice: protect Maglir's reputation or uphold the truth. I chose the latter. Modryn's gaze hardened, but he nodded. "You did the right thing," he said. "The Guild needs members who honor their commitments."

Truth is the foundation upon which honor stands. Even when difficult, integrity must guide our actions.

[laelamont]

Masser Above Skingrad

[alexcreogd]

Skingrad architecture is amazing, streets are deep, sharp and cozy