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Friday, August 15, 2014

VI - The Horn of Jurgen Windcaller

Ustengrav was in the northern reaches of Skyrim, somewhere between the holds of Morthal and Dawnstar. Merill stopped briefly in Morthal for a quick meal, but the village was quiet and sad in its snowy marshes, and she did not linger long. In some places, a break in the trees would give way to the wide stretch of icy water that was the Karth River, dominated by the great cliff on which the great city of Solitude sprawled. She paused once or twice to stare up at the palace’s rounded arches, the wolfs-head flags that fluttered from its walls before she pushed onward.