Kimrisvik
King of Scandinavia
There has been much talking of a newly discovered Dwemer ruin east of Markarth, close to the border to High Rock. Since many of the explorers who have entered the ruins has either never been seen again, or returned speechless and extremly scared of everything, Jarl Igmund decided to keep it's exact location secret.
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The night has fallen over Skyrim. Nirn's twin moons makes the cold winter night seem a little warmer. Kyensgrove's mineworkers has drawn back from the mines, and have gone to the small village's Inn, Braidwood. Braidwood is usually a lively place at night, since the miners and passing adventurers often rent rooms for the night and drinks together.
This night it's unusually many people in Braidwood, and the talking is very loud. A Nord in shiny armor enters the tavern. It's Garren Rivers, a traveling sellsword. The conversations stopped as he walked towards the bar. "What can i get for you, kinsman?" The bartender asks. Garren searches his pocket, and takes out 150 golden septims. "Your finest drink, please." The bartender nods and hands him a bottle of firebrand wine. Garren walks over to a empty table at the far corner of the tavern. Everybody is still watching him in silent. "Never seen a knight before, eh?" Nobody answers, but instead restarts their conversations. Garren sits down and notice a Nord still looking at him from the bar, and lifts his bottle as a greeting.
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The night has fallen over Skyrim. Nirn's twin moons makes the cold winter night seem a little warmer. Kyensgrove's mineworkers has drawn back from the mines, and have gone to the small village's Inn, Braidwood. Braidwood is usually a lively place at night, since the miners and passing adventurers often rent rooms for the night and drinks together.
This night it's unusually many people in Braidwood, and the talking is very loud. A Nord in shiny armor enters the tavern. It's Garren Rivers, a traveling sellsword. The conversations stopped as he walked towards the bar. "What can i get for you, kinsman?" The bartender asks. Garren searches his pocket, and takes out 150 golden septims. "Your finest drink, please." The bartender nods and hands him a bottle of firebrand wine. Garren walks over to a empty table at the far corner of the tavern. Everybody is still watching him in silent. "Never seen a knight before, eh?" Nobody answers, but instead restarts their conversations. Garren sits down and notice a Nord still looking at him from the bar, and lifts his bottle as a greeting.