A Cook, a Chef, and a Snow Leopard walked into a pub. The grizzled human barkeep, crumpled on the bar like a well-used dish rag, opened one eye, grunted, and closed it again.
Wind was torn. She had just finished her last day of school and the time to determine her future was upon her, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to choose which direction she wanted to go.
Many years ago, when the Alessian empire was yet the dominant force upon Tamriel, does this story take place. Where Alessia may have been a hero to slaves, the empire founded in her name grew to be no better than those she had rebelled against.
After seeing the futility of the fighting in the Imperial City and the constant three-way war of Cyrodiil for a couple of months, anything that actually might reach an endpoint or, at least, show progress to a new direction would do nicely. That’s how I found myself heading to Wrothgar.
We had traveled many days through the lands of Ebonheart Pact. The four of us found ourselves in a land called Stonefall; the starting area for the Ebonheart Pact (Level 12ish area), one of many lands within the pact. We had traveled these lands by foot, horse and wayshrine. We spent this night with a group of travelers just down the road from the Iliath Temple Wayshrine within the Iliath temple area of influence. The travelers told us of an area called Fungal Grotto (level 12 to 15 group dungeon) that had many nasty surprises in it.
This return to Auridon, thanks to Cadwell, ended up throwing me into the middle of Altmer political life. Something I thankfully avoided most of my life due to not being of noble birth and spending most of my time training with the Mages Guild.
Once one menace to Tyria found its demise another one arose. Having dealt with Mordremoth, I now had to deal with Balthazar. What was I thinking?
It all started with a letter. Terri had gone to the mailbox and brought back the catscratch scribbled letter from Rytlock Brimstone.
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The following story was created in 2001 as the Origins story for the Gaiscioch na Anu, a Dark Age of Camelot Roleplaying guild formed to share the stories of Celtic folklore with the Hibernia, Nimue community. Characters mentioned in this story are fictional and not related to any person in particular. This story loosely based on the lore of Dark Age of Camelot, Celtic folklore, and in game character stories.