Crumpled Piece of Paper – 2

Author: Erandur

Each day this cave foils me. I could swear I am near the surface when I awake shaking, cold and in this dank inner keep. Here I must keep notes of the way out.

Three steps forth, five steps right, six steps up and seven for woe.

Eight steps make the children cry, Nine steps pop Khajiit's eyes!

Ten steps mark the Worm King's Wrath, Eleven steps through the gates, of scorched Oblivion!

Worm of Death Take Vangaril

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