I remember it well, Battlehorn castle.
The long,cold winter nights and warm breezy summer evenings but all that peace couldn't last not while the altmer were in control.They came one evening, a force of 100 against a bastion of 20 I was lucky enough to survive.
It was my uncle, I think he was the one who saved me, took me to a tower in the jeral mountains never telling me it's purpose and kept me there.
I was only a boy but he taught me the fine art of wine making, but not just any wine making. He taught me how to brew the province famous jerall snow drift. I picked the ingredients and then he dipped the soloution in the lava
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