The Way of the Wizard

Where do the roads lead?

Ah... warm Korrol is the most westerly and favorable place in Cyrodiil. But recently the place has been flooded with refugees from Quatch. Caused by the Gates of Oblivion, which have brought fear and terror to the people. Citizens spread rumors that the solution to this problem was taken up by an unknown hero, chosen by the late Emperor himself, with the blessing of the gods. Overcast weather is rare in this land, but in hard times the sun stops smiling.

The blue-white-and-blue banners swayed in different directions in the gusts of wind the rain made them dimmer. The city was surrounded by small hills covered with shrubs, even near the main gate there were trees. Such landscape features are a headache for people who would try to take the city under siege. This area is good with vegetation, great potential for experimentation in alchemy. The horses outside the fence of the North Country Stables were shaking their mane, a gray boy and a blonde girl, the horses looked at each other as if talking to each other, "When will it stop raining? I want the mistress to come out and feed apples."

Dreamy and young Baragon Lemal could speak for the animals in his imagination, whole worlds and universes were built in his head, who knows? Maybe the ancient scrolls you read and love are his handiwork. It's a long way from Hammerfel to Korrol. The first thing the man wanted to do was eat after the long journey and regain his strength. One must speak correctly and clearly in front of the leader of the mage guild and then there would be a better chance of entry.