Skyrim stories

 Ithaqua's Fortress      Rigmor: "Again, are you with me?"      Dettlaff: "I am, until the very end, come what may, I am."      Rigmor: "Thank you, with us, Shiv and Darkstar, and all of the others, we just might make it."      Dettlaff: "But someone had to have known of this, somehow to bring it together. You do not just cross Reality lines with impunity, with events of this magnitude."      From Iriisii's body lying in the bed, a different voice answers his question.      Ancestor: "Among the Dragons of Shadow there exist three oracles, that have always been for as long as the Dragons have existed. And they predate both the second and third Creations. They have known of this day ever since they saw it, all of those long eons ago. They began even then to groom the dragon bloodlines, for the one who could do as TahrodiisKunVokun has done."      Rigmor: "Who are you speaking with...

Meria      The 'seeking' wings its way through the Realms of Reality first, seeking traces of Meria. And faint traces are all that it finds, old and faded, but it latches on to them anyway, using them to assist in tracking her through the possibilities. It sorts through those possibilities from the oldest to the most recent, until it finds the last place in Reality where she was physically present.      It is in a remote fortress of enchanted ice, on a distant world, in an equally distant Reality. This was at one time the place where Ithaqua held court, a place where he lived and roamed the skies using the icy winds that blew perpetually through the canyons and rivers of freezing air. He would listen for the howling of his minions, the Wendigo, as they called his name from all the other places where his influence had spread to. And would use those howls to travel to wherever they summoned him to.      Sometimes worshippers would sacrifice to ...