His hair stood on end, he shouted something unintelligible, promising death to all living things. I went up to him and just opened my mouth when a Dunmer rolled head over heels out of the portal. The guard, though frowning, seemed to be out of his mind. She recoiled from me in horror, ordering me to get away. A guard was guarding at the portal, nearby the Khajiit woman was rushing about senselessly from side to side with a meaningless look - either sick or foolish. The left lips were closed, the right ones were smiling, and in the middle was the gaping mouth of the portal. Right in front of me was a huge three-faced stone head - with four eyes and three mouths. I am not an alchemist, but it seemed to me that nothing like this is found in Tamriel. A tiny, barely fifty paces across, a piece of land, with lilac stony ground, sprawling trees covered with colorful foliage, and bizarre mushrooms. It looked as if someone - or something - had bitten off a piece of some alien world and spat it out in Niben. Wetter than now, all the same I will not, I grinned gloomily to myself and resolutely jumped into the water. Standing on a narrow promontory, waist-deep in wet grass, I gazed into the dank gloom with pain in my eyes. Getting old, Melly, how long have you whiled away the nights in the open, wrapped only in your own cloak?. Darkness, black-and-gray clouds and pouring rain did not dispose to sea walks, and in general I wanted to huddle in a dry corner closer to the fireplace until morning, but spend the night in Bravil ?! Thank you humbly, I am not a fan of dirty taverns and mattresses chosen by bedbugs, keeping the smells of dozens of other people's bodies. I arrived at the city gates of Bravil in the evening. It was worth investigating, I decided, and a few hours later I was driving along the Ring Road, heading south. Perhaps because there was genuine fear in the speaker's voice.
There is usually a lot of chatter in the streets - even about the miraculous resurrection of the last emperor or the three-headed lamb born on a farm near Kvatch - but it was this rumor that caught my attention.
I learned about the strange portal that opened on an island in the Nibenian Bay in the midst of rumors, gossip and other news of Cyrodiil - the Imperial City. This is one of those things that you either understand right away or you never understand. My words may sound contradictory, but do not judge strictly. At the same time, to communicate with the Daedra, you need to be a little crazy.
Otherwise, it is impossible - so and jump crazy for a short time. Never try to play a trick on a Daedra lord - he will definitely have the last laugh. Do it - get a reward, no - it's better not to think about it. You can approach the sanctuary of any of the Daedric princes, make a proper offering and, if deemed worthy, engage in conversation. The truth of their existence is undeniable. Who are the Daedra, you ask? The inhabitants of the mysterious Oblivion, not gods (although some believe them as such) and not demons (however, there are those who think so), heroes of countless legends and myths, a scarecrow for young children. why not ask him personally?Įntrance to the kingdom of Shigorata. What awaits a lone traveler, by will - or by mockery - the fate of one who finds himself in this embodied hymn to Chaos, the human mind cannot foresee. Lost in time and space, the kingdom of the Daedra prince Shigorata - the lord of the madmen, the greatest of fools, funny and terrifying at the same time. Gambling addiction https: //Guides and walkthroughs the lost in time and space of the kingdom of the prince of the Daedra Shigorat - the lord of the madmen, the greatest of jesters, funny and terrifying one time Ferul Ravel, Priest of Shigorat The Shivering Isles. The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion - Shivering Isles Guide and Walkthrough Amber Oblivion The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion - Shivering Isles Guide and Walkthrough.
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