» Sun Feb 21, 2010 10:28 pm
Deep in the peaks of the Jerall mountain range, on Skyrim's southern border, seemingly in the middle of nowhere in a completely unmarked spot, with thin air and frigid snowstorms, I would like to come across the snow-covered skeletal remains of the Uderfrykte Matron, and find the Frostwyrm bow poking out between one of its ribs.
I would also like to hear the backstory of Fin Gleam, preferably by a drunken old Redguard in a seedy tavern on the northern shore recounting the legend of how his great-grandfather, captain of a fine seafaring vessel, was transporting a mysterious adventurer from Sentinel to the Summerset Isles when, along the way, a vicious storm broke and shook the ship until the adventurer, accustomed only to terra firma, was thrown overboard with his armour on deep into the midsts of the Abecean Sea, to be sunk and drowned by the weight of the armour he had not-long-ago boasted of to the crewmen and how it had saved his life on countless occasions. The Redguard still swears that the twist of fate whereby the sailore was undone by the armour which had been his own salvation was brought about by Kynareth, whom had been angered by the adventurer's boastful ways and rought about the storm to punish him.