She knelt with her bow in hand watching, listening, but there was nothing but the flow of the river, the sound of the breeze, the woodland animals, the wolves behind her higher up in the mountains beginning their evening song.” She had noticed though that there was smoke coming from the fireplace of the home. She contemplated, “It looks well care for. How did that happen in a land so shattered and torn everywhere else she had seen?”
She made her way across the bridge and then hesitated at the doorway. She looked around the doorway and saw an old parchment laying on top of a barrel set to the left of the entry door. It had a drinking cup sitting on top of it to keep it from blowing away. She slid the note out, opened it and this is what the note had written on it, “the key to your life is discovered by the light of nature’s vault.” The sun was setting and the moon was rising. The combined rays dazzled a glass jar sitting to the side of a barrel by the door.
She opened it and found a key. She thought, “odd, but okay let’s give it a try.” She slid the key into the lock and turned it. The door opened and she stepped into a world that felt so much like a home.
She stood there numb not believing what she had found, a warm fire blazing in the hearth, food sat on the table, a well adorned room that looked as if it had been lovingly cared for. She noticed the statue and blessing shrine sitting behind the table and thought to herself, “Mara, the divine mother! Was it her that had prepared this way. She was widely worshiped across Tamriel; Black Marsh, Cyrodiil, Hammerfell, High Rock, Morrowind, The Reach, and even the Summerset Isles.”
She decided to check the rest of the home to see what else was there for her to use. As she made her way down some stairs, then across a few rooms, she was stunned to find so much here. A room for storing and displaying armor and weapons, a room for companions or guards, and then she entered another room and found a full working forge; with all the tables, grindstone, and anvil to maintain her weapons and armor or make new ones.
She thought briefly, “A forge to develop the weapons of change, the armor to stand against the coming storm.” She chuckled to herself, “What am I? A philosopher now!”
She turned and walked into another area where she found a full-size shrine of Talos, an enchantment and alchemy table with another fireplace. A blazing fire lit up the room with its warmth and glow. Then she thought, “This place isn’t just a home but a shrine to the gods, they are in every room all the Aedra I am pretty sure. Why, what is happening? I need to eat and sleep soon.” She knelt before Talos and ask, “He who forged an empire guide me in this burden laid upon me.”
