» Fri Jun 15, 2012 2:02 pm Skyrim is a land hardened by cold and war, the ground filled as much with corpses as with stones or roots. What's more, a good number of Skyrim's children died stubborn, with weapons in hand, unwilling to give up the light.
These are the spirits of the restless dead, the corpses of Nords fallen with business (and killing) unfinished. Now, with the return of the dragons, whey are more eager than ever to taste the blood and smoke of the battlefield, as this promises to be the greatest war of all time.
...At least, that's what I imagine. What I propose is simple: a Thu'um that
