The early morning air was drenched and unseasonably chilly in Amuzei’s nostrils as he glared at the dark sky. Vakka, the sun, had not yet begun to rise on the Eastern water and the storm had recouped into a supermassive thunderhead ro
Legate Cimber strode across the battlement, casting his troubled gaze out to the surrounding mangroves. How he wished to leave this Black Marsh and go anywhere else in Tamriel.
He nodded to the two Argonian guardsmen who stood under
Amuzei peeked through a bush while lying on the mushy ground and saw a mud-brick road snaking through the dense mangrove trees. A couple of salamanders were approaching with their hatchlings from the other side, a pote
Amuzei propelled through a wide opening, pushing a huge handful of water behind him and kicking his webbed feet. He had wrapped his other arm around Ulene's back and held her head against his chest to protect her as they glided thro