Oh — home sweet home

backdated like five days ago or something lol

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Alduin can’t be follower — never has been — so he takes his leave from Sanatorium with respect of course. He didn’t hate the bunch as much as he thought he would. They kind of grew on him.

Either way, he sets off northwest, finding himself stumbling carefully through the plains. Then climbing over mountains. It’s grueling really. But he hasn’t found the place for him — for his Saints.

He’s met with the tundra then, cold and unforgiving. He wanders for two days there, still unsatisfied. Until he meets thick ice beneath his feet and he asks himself a question as he looks ahead of him.

Do I dare?

And dare he did. He moves for miles upon miles, accepting an agonizingly slow death of hypothermia — if he were to fall into the water that is — with every step of his paw. Until he finds it. The place, dark and gloomy, whispers in the dark call out to him.

Come to us. Come to us. Be with us. Be with us.

So he did.

He’s found the Saints kingdom and what an impressive kingdom it is indeed. This would be his, along with the dead who dwell within. None would dare to step foot here, not with his Saints residing around every corner, not with the icy impending death of falling into freezing water, not with the spirits on his side.

Oh — home sweet home.

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+1 Discovery Points

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