Eyes on the Future: 10. A Job Well Done

Once more we had to make camp, the last time until we’d reach the mysterious tower. But when I told Vilkas to go to sleep and that I’d take the first watch, he shook his head. “Gonna keep you company for a while.” I didn’t want his company. I wanted this night to be over,…

Eyes on the Future: 9. Silent City

“You’re green.” I was swallowing convulsively the saliva that gathered in my mouth, fighting the waves that churned through my stomach. Damned poison, and the foul water had only made it worse. I was too tired to move, even knowing that the nausea would be better if I got up. The adrenaline of the fight…

Eyes on the Future: 8. Into Blackreach

Vilkas sat in a crosslegged squat against the wall, a book in his lap. Did this man never sleep? “You’re still here.” He looked up hesitantly, then nodded at the platter placed on the finely chiselled sidetable beside my bed. I couldn’t help it, but the apple and the strip of dried venison looked as…

Eyes on the Future: 7. Arrival

Three pairs of siblings, two of them twins, all of them related by blood. Moorside Inn was a turmoil of laughter and chatter and greetings when I entered, the bunch of people clumping up at the bar not even noticing that the door opened. Less than an hour ago we had entered Morthal in stonen…