Amber Oblivion. Guide and walkthrough for "The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion - Shivering Isles"

The Nine Deities are boring. Daedra? You won't get bored with these. Ferul Ravel, priest of Shigorath The Shivering Isles... The kingdom of the Daedric Prince Shigorath, lost in time and space - the lord of madmen, the greatest of jesters, funny and terrifying at the same time

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The Nine Deities are boring. Daedra? You won't get bored with these.

Ferul Ravel, priest of Shigorath

The Shivering Isles... The kingdom of the Daedric Prince Shigorath, lost in time and space - the lord of madmen, the greatest of jesters, funny and terrifying at the same time. What awaits the lonely traveler, by the will - or mockery - of fate, who finds himself in this embodied hymn to Chaos, the human mind is unable to foresee. What does God want? Well...why not ask him about it in person?

You ask - who are the Daedra? The inhabitants of the mysterious Oblivion, not gods (although some believe them to be such) and not demons (however, there are those who think so), heroes of countless legends and myths, a scarecrow for small children... hmm, perhaps for adults too . The truth of their existence is undeniable. You may approach the shrine of any of the Daedra Princes, make the appropriate offering, and, if deemed worthy, engage in conversation. Or even get an assignment. Complete it - you will receive a reward, no - it’s better not to think about it. Never try to make fun of a Daedra Lord - he will definitely have the last laugh.

I've always treated them with respect... and a bit of skepticism. There’s no other way - it won’t take long to jump out of your mind. At the same time, to communicate with the Daedra you need to be a little crazy. My words may sound contradictory, but don’t judge strictly. This is one of those things that you either understand right away or you will never understand.

I learned about a strange portal that opened on an island in the Bay of Nibenay in the center of rumors, gossip and other news of Cyrodiil - Imperial City. There's usually a lot of talk on the streets - even about the miraculous resurrection of the last emperor or a three-headed lamb born on a farm near Kvatch - but this particular rumor caught my attention. Perhaps because there was genuine fear in the speaker’s voice. It was worth investigating, I decided, and a few hours later I was driving along the Beltway, heading south.

I arrived at the city gates of Bravil in the evening. Darkness, black-gray clouds and pouring rain were not conducive to boat trips, and in general I wanted to hide in a dry corner closer to the fireplace until the morning, but to spend the night in Braville?! Thank you humbly, I’m not a fan of dirty taverns and bedbug-infested mattresses that retain the smells of dozens of other people’s bodies. Hm. You're getting old, Mellie, how long have you whiled away your nights under open air, wrapped only in his own cloak?..

Standing on a narrow cape, waist-deep in wet grass, I peered into the dank gloom until my eyes hurt. The boats could not be found. So, you'll have to swim. I still won’t be any wetter than I am now, I smiled gloomily to myself and resolutely jumped into the water. A-ah! Cold, infection!

It looked as if someone - or something - had taken a bite out of some alien world and spat it out into the Niben. A tiny piece of land, barely fifty paces across, with purple rocky soil, spreading trees covered with multi-colored foliage, and bizarrely shaped mushrooms. I'm not an alchemist, but it seemed to me that nothing like this was found in Tamriel. Right in front of me towered a huge three-faced stone head- with four eyes and three mouths. The left lips were closed, the right ones were smiling, and in the middle was the toothy mouth of the portal.

I was not alone on this island. A guard stood guard at the portal, and nearby a Khajiit woman with a senseless look was darting mindlessly from side to side - either sick or a holy fool. She recoiled from me in horror, ordering me to get away. No matter how it is. The guard, although frowning, seemed to be in his right mind. I approached him and just opened my mouth when a Dunmer rolled out of the portal head over heels. His hair stood on end, he shouted something unintelligible, promising death to all living things. Oh my gods... “This one is violent!” - the guard shrewdly noticed and attacked the poor fellow with a sword. “To help or not to interfere?” - flashed through my head, and my hand was already habitually pulling the blade out of its sheath...

May this Dunmer rest in peace. Guy Prentus, that was the name of my new acquaintance, warned that no one had ever entered the portal and returned the same as they were before. Who listens to the guards? “I want to try it too,” I said absently, looking at the dancing blue-white fire. - “No problem, madam, I promise to give you a decent funeral.” I wonder if he always approaches girls in such an original way? I didn’t have time to think through this thought, because another voice sounded, coming, it seemed, from nowhere and everywhere:

Not worthy, not worthy, unworthy! Useless mortal meat!

I would fall into the ground if this voice was not familiar! Well, yes... who would doubt whose hands this lovely party was. A couple of years ago I already had the opportunity to encounter his Daedric lordship Lord Shigorath. I still shy away from dogs like the last bitch.

The Mad God expressed regret over the death of another candidate, complained about annoying enemies and hospitably invited me to visit certain Islands - they say, the weather is wonderfully good now, it’s time for a visit. When a Daedra Lord invites you, it's... uh, quite impolite to refuse. And harmful to health. I looked at the deceased Dunmer, the crazy Khajiit, the sullen guard... Remember what I said about a bit of madness? I definitely have this bit, because instead of running without looking back, I laughed loudly and plunged into the flames...

Poor Guy! He probably decided that, unlike others, I was still crazy before how to enter the portal.

Beyond the Mind

Small room. Stone walls, an earthen floor overgrown with grass, a perfectly round carpet, a table, two chairs. On the table, a strange device similar to a metronome clicks dryly in seconds. I don’t know what I expected to see when I fell out of the portal, but it all looked quite prosaic. A thin man, who carried himself with amazing dignity, in an expensive black and red camisole with a high collar, kindly invited me to sit down. I obeyed.

You are on the Shivering Isles, in the domain of Lord Shigorath. You are here because you yourself decided so. You can leave if you wish.

What if I don't want to leave?

Then be ready to carry out the will of Lord Shigorath.

And those madmen outside?

“They weren’t ready,” my interlocutor said dispassionately. - Well, are you staying?

Oblivion take me! Cowardly pushing away the thought that it was he who, it seemed, had taken me in the end, I firmly said:

I'm staying.

Go to the Gate of Madness. Oh, and be careful with the Guardian, he doesn't like strangers. Have a nice time.

That's how I met Haskill, the Mad God's valet.

The valet stood up, and immediately the stones of the walls, which seemed so reliable, began to melt, as if corroded by acid, melting into thousands of thousands of purple and green butterflies. I covered my face with my hands, protecting myself from the fluttering wings, and when I looked around again, Haskill, as well as the room, was no longer there. The lands of the Reach stretched out before me.

I walked down a road marked by strangely styled grey-green columns - a cross between Imperial and Ayleid architecture - and was immediately attacked. Some kind of goblin-Argonian hybrid. A good start to the journey...

I walked past mossy boulders and strangely twisted trunks, to poor and simple-looking houses, indicating, however, that people live here too. A moment later I saw them. Two men, a Redguard and a Dunmer, engaged in a peaceful conversation. I approached, hoping that their conversation would give me some insight into this place. They were talking about a group of adventurers who had apparently gotten themselves into trouble, and they were going to go see... I didn't understand what. “I hope their blood doesn’t splash my boots,” the Dunmer winced. What a neat guy. Without hiding, I ran after him.

We're almost late. The Guardian of the Gates of Madness - and a creature of gigantic stature, a terrible parody of a person, undoubtedly was - was already finishing off the unfortunate adventurers. I backed away. Before contacting this creature, you should have talked to the locals. I didn’t want to end my days trampled into the stones of the arena at the entrance to the kingdom of Shigorata!

Redguard - his name was Shelden, and he was the mayor of the town of Pasval - said that the keys to the Gate were sewn into the body of the Guardian and no one had yet been able to get them. However, Jayrid Ice Nerves was going to try. It's good, it's more fun together.

Tears and bones

Jayrid, an archer and fellow northerner of mine, promised to make arrows that would kill the Guardian from the bones lying around in the Gardens of Bone and Flesh, but the door leading there was locked. Smiling, I jingled the master keys in my pocket, and we shook hands.

However, I would hardly have survived to thirty if it had not been for the habit of forethought. Telling Jayrid to wait, I continued my questions. The hunchback Dredwen, the owner of the inn, whispered that the Guardian kills anyone who approaches him, with the exception of the sorceress Relmina Verenim. Why would she be in a special position?

As it turned out, Ms. Verenim, a researcher obsessed with her experiments with flesh, once created the Guardian with her own hands. She spoke of him as her child. From the mixture of threats and ridicule, I extracted another name - Nanette. Her student. Students usually know a lot about their teachers...

I was not mistaken. Although it was not easy to obtain the necessary information, since Nanette was openly afraid of her mentor (I can’t blame the girl, this lady also instilled fear in me). Alternating between compliments, idle chatter and cautious questions, I pulled out from the red-haired dropout that Relmina was incredibly sentimental about her “baby.” Every night she comes to him and cries, and for some reason her tears corrode the Guardian’s flesh. Well, that sounded like a backup plan.

I followed Relmina at night and had the dubious pleasure of seeing her sobbing, although I did not feel pity: the sorceress evoked only disgust. But how to get her tears? I can't ask her to cry into a bottle! Luckily, Relmina dropped the soaking wet handkerchief. I disgustedly picked it up by the corner. Really, it’s a pity to rub my sword with this dirty trick, but I have to... At the last moment, the damned creature noticed me, and I had to quickly get away.

It was easier with arrows. Without much hesitation, I burst into Jayrid’s house at the beginning of the second night, pushed the sleepy northerner out of the way, and we went for the bones. He, poor fellow, is so obsessed with them that he didn’t even send me to all the demons. I started to like the locals. They are not friendly with their heads, but you can come to an agreement with them.

I can’t say anything meaningful about the Gardens - I haven’t looked around. I was more worried about the animals here. While Jayrid was picking through the remains of the previous Guardian, I had to chase five hungry skeletons around the clearing.

My fellow countryman, tenderly pressing the mined bones to his chest, yawned heartbreakingly and asked to come in the morning for ready-made arrows. In general, they were of no use to me, I shoot little better than a drunken goblin, but Jayrid would find them useful. I wiped Relmina's handkerchief on the blade.

In general, we dealt with the Guardian, remembering his “mother” with a kind word. Jayrid with a bow gave me the right to fish out the keys to the Gate from the body of a defeated enemy, and then Haskill appeared out of nowhere. The Mad God's valet condescended to give a short lecture about the lands I hoped to set foot in very soon. The islands, he said, were divided into two areas - Mania and Dementia. Two sides of madness, opposite in everything, but equally dangerous. Bright colors and artists smiling at death against gloomy landscapes and paranoid people eking out a miserable existence. No, if I'm destined to go crazy, at least let it be fun!

I raised my head, exposing my hot face to the wind. The Mania Key was burning my hand...

It is important: choose any door. The only difference is the blessing you receive on the other side of the Gate. Mania gives the ability to enrage the enemy, Dementia - to demoralize him. That's all.

The Gate doors quickly closed behind me. Gods, what am I doing... Guy Prentus was right, a thousand times right, when he said that no one returned from the portal the same as he entered it. I hadn’t spent even three days on the Islands, but they were already gradually changing my mind and will, and the essence of these changes remained incomprehensible to me...

Haskill strictly ordered to get to New Sheot, where Shigorath's palace was located, as soon as possible. The city made a strange impression. There were three regions in it: the poisonously bright Bliss, the heart of Mania; depressingly faded, somewhat similar to the slums of Bravil Crucible, where the inhabitants of Dementia lived, and finally - a palace that absorbed both cultures. Everything here was foreign - the plants, the houses, the thick rainbow liquid flowing in the canals of the Crucible, the skies - greenish-blue, with golden clouds that seemed to have absorbed the sunlight, clothes, dogs... Oh yes, dogs that someone, it seems, , turned it inside out. Vile creatures.

And people. Crazy, every single one, some more, some less. Or maybe I'm actually crazy?

Visiting the Mad God

I'm afraid my pen is not able to describe the meeting with Shigorat. The Gray March is coming, he said. A cataclysm equivalent to a flood, earthquake, volcanic eruption and the end of the world at the same time. In any case, that's the impression I got. Shigorat sent me, completely stunned over these few days, to activate the Zedilian fortress, for which he gave me a heavy volume with instructions and a device called the Judgment Attenuator. Having found Haskill with my eyes, I rushed to him for clarification, as if to a saving beacon. The valet, smiling sympathetically, said that he needed to find three focusing crystals and place them in the Judicial Centers - this would allow him to adjust the resonator. Is he kidding me or what?! Okay, we'll figure it out on the spot.

Zedilian is located on the heel of the Boot of the Mad God, and to get to it you need to go down the South Road. The fortress itself was swarming with grammites. The shamans turned out to be especially dangerous, but it was from them that I took the staves with the focusing crystals necessary to activate the Judicial Centers. Three shamans - three crystals. It's simple. The resonator resembled a huge druse of glittering mercury crystals. As soon as I touched it with the attenuator, a low vibrating hum was heard and the crystal was enveloped in purple discharges. The ancient halls of Zedilian came to life... I stepped into the teleport that opened in the wall.

And I almost screamed when an unfamiliar dark elf in a scarlet silk robe called out to me. Kiliban Nerandil, guardian of Zedilian. He explained that the fortress serves as a kind of test for candidates to become residents of the Shivering Isles. Interesting system. Either die or go crazy and be received as an honored guest. And now, when Zedilian was activated for the first time in many years, it was I who had the honor of deciding the fate of the aliens. Kill them or throw them into the abyss whose name is madness...

I went up to the bars and pressed my face against the cold bars, beyond which stretched a huge hall. Three treasure hunters have just entered it. In the middle of the hall, a small gnarl was stomping around listlessly - you know, something like a walking tree. It was in my power to either set a dozen of his brothers against the aliens (such a nice company is very difficult to resist), or increase the gnarl fourfold compared to the current one and, with the help of hallucinogenic gas, make the victims believe that the walking tree wants to destroy them.

I felt sorry for these people. One way or another, they were doomed. It would have been simpler and more merciful to kill them, but for some reason it seemed to me that such an outcome would not be to the taste of Lord Shigorath. No, it's not - it won't entertain him. After hesitating, I pressed the right button. Gnarl grew until his head touched the ceiling, and then darted around the room chaotically. I saw from above that he was harmless, but the drugged fools fell into real panic. After some time, the illusion ran out, but the goal was achieved - one of the strangers, squeezing his temples with his palms and muttering some nonsense, fell to the floor, and the other two took flight.

In the second room there was a cage with countless treasures. Locked. I could activate a fire trap - or drop hundreds of thousands of keys on the astonished self-interested people. Let them find the right one. Come on, come on... I casually leaned against the right button, and the keys fell from the ceiling like an avalanche. Ha. Of course, the temptation was too great. The magician Sindelius buried himself in the pile with unhealthy enthusiasm, not paying the slightest attention to the warnings of his alarmed friend. Second... Well, greed does not lead to good.

Strange, but the most sensible of the adventurers turned out to be an orc. It's okay, it won't last long. I laughed quietly. I was starting to like my role. Power over minds... it's so attractive.

Finally, the third hall, drenched in blood, full of mutilated corpses... It was time to end the performance, although we all probably had great fun. I could just raise the dead, but I have a deep aversion to the undead. Plus it's boring. A slight, almost imperceptible movement - and now the stubborn orc falls dead, only to immediately rise in the form of a ghost. A pathetic fool, he could not believe his death. And rightly so, because it was also an illusion. A disastrous illusion.

Someone inside me insistently begged me to get out of here before it was too late, but I ignored these pleas. Mad God will be pleased with my actions.

The reward turned out to be worthy of all efforts: the sword Fang of Dusk... or Dawn, depending on the time of day. I fell in love with this weapon at first sight.

At the exit from the fortress, I was attacked by strange creatures in identical gray armor - the Knights of Order, as Kiliban called them. We must immediately report their appearance to Shigorat!

It is important: be sure to collect the hearts of Order falling from the knights. They will be very useful to you in the future.

Court intrigues and their consequences

I can't say that he was happy about this news. Quite the contrary. But something finally became clear. Now I know that behind the Gray March is Jyggalag, the lord of the Knights of Order, also a Daedric prince, only terribly boring and disgustingly correct, according to my lord. But first I needed to get to know the land that was to be defended from Jyggalag and his gray hordes. And at the same time meet the rulers of both houses - the Duke of Mania and the Duchess of Dementia. By the way, now I could call on Haskill for help at any time (he could help, however, only with advice). Incited by the laughing Shigorat, I practiced this spell until the embers of rage began to smolder in the colorless eyes of the obedient valet. Then I left the poor guy alone.

About poisons and pleasures

Theidon is a charmer with a languid voice and sweet manners. I found it in the Conservatory of Halcyone; he danced among the flowers. Quite graceful for a man. He asked me to find and bring him the Cup of Inversion. I don’t know what it is, but what little things... I’ll ask the courtiers. From the Argonian Wide-Eyed, I learned that the Cup is in the Root Hole, and to get to it, you need to take hellish dew (felldew), a substance produced by elytra insects. The lizard so diligently looked away and so unnaturally assured that everything was simpler than an orange - then it would have become clear to the grammite that she was keeping silent about many things. I had to use all my charm. Yeah... This dew means it’s a dangerous drug that is instantly addictive. Extremely harmful to health, but the Cup can help grief. Now it’s clear why Thedon, who is greedy for forbidden pleasures, needs her...

I found the Root Hole on the map - it was located northeast of the capital and east of Camp Hopes, if you follow North road. Not that far.

I was lucky, I collected hellish dew from the first elytra I encountered at the Root Hole. I didn’t really want to poison myself with this dirty trick, but otherwise the entrance, hidden in the roots of a huge stump, refused to open.

It is important: collect dew from all the elytra you meet (the carriers of the poison are easy to recognize by the emerald glow of their bodies). The effect of the drug wears off extremely quickly, and it first reduces your characteristics and then your health. Meanwhile, your path will be very long - the cave is simply gigantic in size.

I managed to curse Thadon and his bad habits a thousand times before I got to the Chalice. Moreover, she had to finish off several drug addicts guarding her. They did not know how to fight, although despair and fear gave them strength. But at least the Cup cured me of my annoying addiction as soon as I picked it up.

Delighted by the return of the Cup of Inversion, the Duke granted me a place at court. Really, what's the point...

About trust and conspiracy

It was even more fun with Duchess Dementia Seal. For the first time in my life I had the opportunity to try myself in the role of the Grand Inquisitor, revealing a conspiracy. I got the impression that the conspiracy is worth revealing and noisily, even if there is none, if you know what I mean... Yes, yes, Syl is known for her tiresome suspicion. Master Kherdir, who loves to untie stubborn tongues and is a great enthusiast of his work, was assigned to help me as an assistant. I think we'll work well together.

Let's start with those close to us. Redguard Caitlan seemed to me a disgustingly innocent simpleton, but Dame Anya Herrick, seeing the happily grinning Herdir wandering behind me, was so openly frightened that everything immediately became clear to her. She, however, tried to lock herself away, but... It’s still nice to work in tandem with a professional.

So, Ma'zadda. If my memory serves me correctly, this Khajiit lives in the Crucible. He turned out to be a stubborn little pest and demanded evidence. Otherwise, they say, there is nothing to talk about. Questioning the beggars yielded nothing, Kherdir became completely bored, and then, on a whim, I decided... um... to try my luck in the tavern. Its owner - they called her Sick Bernice here - always complaining of ailments, real or imaginary, did not persist for long. She admitted that Ma’zadda meets with Nelrin, the captain of the Force guard, at night. Yes, it looks like something is really being prepared here, I was surprised... We need to follow them. Kherdir, although an excellent executioner, stomps around like a herd of trolls, so I told him to wait for me in the tavern. He was so touchingly upset that there was no need to torture anyone else yet... Poor thing.

I waylaid a sweet couple in a dead end near a sewer grate, not far from Ma’zadda’s house. Yes, they both got stuck up to the very tips of their ears. Backed up against the wall, the cat promised to find out the names of the other conspirators and made an appointment for the next night. Well, now he’s not going anywhere, the tailed mischief...

I was mistaken. Khajiit still managed to escape from my hands - into death. Irritably looking at his corpse floating in a pool of blood, I tensely wondered what to do. Keys were found in the dead man's pockets... Hmm, maybe he managed to hide the evidence?

Praise be to Shigorat! On the top floor, in the cupboard, they found what they were looking for - the ceremonial sword Nelrin. If you think about it, that’s still evidence, but that’s enough strength. Let's see what the dark temptress will sing now...

The conspirators were led by the elf Myurin. I never liked this old woman. Well, fine. The Duchess will be pleased...

By the way, she turned out to be more generous than the miser Thedon, and gave me an excellent bow.

Between two fires

Now that I already understood a little about the state of affairs on the Islands, Lord Shigorath entrusted me with the following responsible task. As befits a good ruler, he first of all cares about his subjects. For the sake of their peace, the Mad God ordered the Great Torch of New Sheot to be lit, and this can only be done with the help of the divine Flame of Agnon, which, in turn, must also be lit in the ruins of Sailarn with the assistance of the servants of my lord - the golden saints (Auril) and the dark seducers (Mazken). Ugh. These latter are always competing with each other. Am I going to have to reconcile them for the sake of a great goal?! Okay, let’s get into a fight, and then we’ll figure out who to beat and with what, as an orc friend of mine, a philanthropist and a convinced peacemaker, used to say.

Arriving in Sailarn, I found myself between a rock and a hard place. Both the dark seducers and the golden saints stubbornly pulled the blanket over themselves, asserting with a confidence that made me laugh that they were the truly faithful servants of Lord Shigorath, worthy of kindling the sacred Flame of Agnon on the altars of Despair and Pleasure. And so the detachments under the command of Grakedrig Ulfrey and Aurmazel Kane each held one altar and sharpened their teeth on the missing one. I was tempted to play a cruel joke on both leaders and see how their arrogant faces would stretch out - I’m sure Shigorat would have appreciated it. However, this could prevent me from achieving my goal, so I had to choose which side to take. Let them be Auril, their arrogance amused me. I made sure that although the main passage to the second altar of Mazken was guarded very vigilantly, the side halls of Underdeep were practically empty, and I threw my small army into the attack. We caught the dark ones by surprise; the battle was hot, but short. I struck down Ulfrey's grackedrig with my own hand and sent Kane to the sacrificial pyre.

Agnon's flame burned again. Without fear or hesitation, I stepped into the raging multicolor, taking on a piece of the sacred fire. Everything was ready to revive the Great Torch of Arden-Sul Chapel. And here I also chose the side of Mania - the priest Dervenin was much more friendly than his brother and rival Arctus from Dementia, and this determined my decision.

To the heights of power

Then Shigorath appeared and ordered me to take the place of the ruler of Mania or Dementia, so that I could rally the people around me during the Gray March (the opinion of the rulers themselves was traditionally not taken into account). The Mad God himself intended to quietly retire, leaving the Daedric prince Jyggalag to destroy his kingdom. The height of caution, you can’t say anything.

I asked both priests about the coronation rituals of the houses of Mania and Dementia. I rejected dementia immediately. Cut out the heart of the Duchess of Seal? Rough and dirty. I prefer more subtle methods. Give Thedon poison, for example. Plus I like his crown.

From the Argonian Wide-Eyed, the court lady of Mania, I learned in detail about the ritual poison - green pollen - and the daily routine. There was no doubt that it was this lizard that delivered Thedon the drug. However, Wide-Eyes flatly refused to reveal the location of the pollen. Well, you'll just have to watch where she goes at noon. At the same time, the purpose of the bust of Shigorat, installed on the left side of the palace gallery, became clear. A good lock for a secret door. There was nowhere to spit in the vault due to the abundance of guards, so I was forced to use a strong chameleon spell, but I got the pollen. And then she snuck into the kitchen and poisoned Thadon's dinner and his wine. It was hard to go wrong - the most luxurious tray and the largest bottle in the buffet.

At eight o'clock in the evening I sat at the table at the right hand of the Duke and smiled sweetly at His Grace. He was doomed, although he didn't know it yet. After dinner, an excited Thadon stood up and began to read his latest (in both senses of the word) poem - rather mediocre, in my opinion, but nice, however. Halfway through the stanza, he suddenly grabbed his chest and fell backwards. His heart broke. What a poetic death.

I collected the blood poisoned by green pollen, took it to the chapel and poured it into a bowl on the altar of Arden-Sul. The coronation ritual was completed, and Shigorath named me Duchess of Mania. However, as soon as I tried on the ducal crown, Syl suddenly appeared and expressed her attitude to what was happening in a very daring manner. Simply put, she cursed Shigorat so much that even the statues turned red, and announced that she was going over to the side of Jyggalag. The ruler, showing unexpected mercy, ordered the guards not to interfere with the traitor.

It is important: There is no big difference in whose place you take. However, the rite of Dementia is, in my opinion, more boring. You need to find and kill Sil. The manically suspicious duchess senses something is wrong and runs away, leaving a double in her place. Follow her into the secret passage. In the room with a blocked door, look for a button on one of the ledges. It is difficult to notice - but this is the only difficulty that arises when completing the task. The traitor in this case, of course, will be Thedon.

Too many crystals

The Bitch of Forces, before running away, reported one important news - the Reach was captured by the forces of the Order of Order. This is where Shigorat became furious, and no wonder. The limit had to be recaptured as soon as possible.

I walked out of the chapel and breathed in the cold night air. At night, the local skies are beautiful: deep blue, clouded by a purple haze, through which unfamiliar constellations gleam... Half an hour later I left the city.

Familiar places were barely recognizable. The crystals of Order grew everywhere, like mushrooms after rain, and seemed to draw out all the colors and vital juices from the earth, leaving only dull grayness. Even the cheerful emerald lights that had always hovered around me were now slowly settling into flakes of ash. The houses looked abandoned. Where did the residents go? Are they really dead? I quickened my pace, almost ran.

I was met by the pitiful remnants of the squad of golden saints sent here. Even their shining bodies were not spared the omnipresent grayness. Aurig Desha said that the spire in the center of Pasval once came to life, and Knights of Order began to appear from it. And no matter how much they were destroyed, the knights stubbornly appeared again. I walked around the area, collecting hearts of Order. Haskill mentioned that they can be used to destroy crystals. Aurig Desha swore that a new attack would follow very soon. She was clearly expecting an order from me to lead the resistance. Oh no. I don't intend to hide behind other people's backs. I am the Duchess of Mania and their lady. Desha silently bowed her head, acknowledging my authority. Having indicated their positions to the swordsmen and archers, I headed towards the spire. Here they are!

Not a single loss. I could be proud of myself. Now it was necessary to penetrate the ruins of Zeddefen, find the base of the portal tower and destroy it, if not stopping, then at least delaying the invasion. Guess who had to drag themselves there...

Zeddefen was located south of the city and was well guarded. But it was possible to replenish the reserves of hearts. More and more crystals of Order rose up in my path with a grinding sound, tearing the stone slabs like a silk scarf.

Already at the obelisk I came across... who do you think? Sheldena! The same Redguard who called himself the mayor of Pasval. The cowardly little beetle abandoned everyone and hid in Zeddefen, but miscalculated a little and ended up in the thick of it. Shelden begged to be taken outside. Yes, the devil is him, he knows how to fight, let him drag his tail. Leaving him to deal with the knights, I ran up to the obelisk. So, what did Haskill advise? One by one, I placed three hearts of Order into the obelisk. He shuddered, digesting what he had “eaten”... and, as I hoped, he choked! I barely had time to jump to the side when there was an explosion. The floor shook, the walls began to crack... Zeddefen shuddered, preparing to collapse right on our heads. A magnificent tombstone, whatever you say, but I'm too picky. Run, Mellie!

With a wildly pounding heart (my own, not Order’s), I rushed through the halls that were collapsing before my eyes, dodging fragments of columns and lightning striking from nowhere. The knights jumping out here and there didn’t make life any easier either. Shelden was not far behind; I heard his heavy breathing. But at some point we were still separated by a fallen grate. Spit! No time for sentimentality! I rushed without knowing the road, obeying only instinct - and it did not disappoint. The last door, a jump - and I, gasping for breath, fell face down to the ground, not even trying to hide from the pouring rain. The icy drops flowing down my skin at least convinced me that I was alive...

Flesh and blood

Desha asked me to return to Lord Shigorath with a report. Well, that matched my intentions. Now I had to correct the work of me and Jayrid and restore the Guardian of the Gates, for which I had to unite with Relmina Verenim. I don't think she'll be happy to see me, but who cares?

Relmina lived in Zazelm, a fortress west of Suicide Hill. Disgusting place. I didn’t even have to wander around in search of the sorceress - I was led by screams of pain and horror. I don’t know what needs to be done to a person to make him scream like that, and I don’t want to know. Here and there I came across distorted, broken bodies - the results of failed experiments. Some of them were still living, if you can call it that.

Relmina was doing what she loved - tormenting. Who cares about the handsome Kherdir... Overcoming my disgust, I told her Shigorat’s will. The crazy researcher did not dare to object, but sent me to the Gardens of Bone and Flesh for the mystical components necessary to create a new Guardian: a blood solution, bone marrow, skin membrane and breath extract.

This is interesting: Try in a conversation with Relmina to demand the release of the prisoners and insist on your own, no matter what. Perhaps the result will amuse you...

I don't know who called this place gardens. An ordinary fortress, full of flesh atronachs and other “brainchildren” of Relmina. Extremely dangerous labyrinth, moreover, of absolutely immense size, capable of completely discouraging any interest in science.

Upon Relmina's return, she told me to select body parts for the future Guardian. Wow, a mosaic... Then we went to the Gates of Madness - the location of the ceremony. Obeying Relmina’s gesture, the stone circle in front of Shigorat’s bust turned into a reservoir filled with viscous violet-blue liquid. Following the instructions, I sequentially put into it first the body parts, then the components obtained from the Gardens. Then Relmina appealed to unknown and terrible forces - and they responded to her call. The reservoir swirled like a mad whirlpool, and the force that splashed over the edge threw me onto the stones... A new Guardian rose from the font of birth.

Save the beauty

If you think that this matter is over, then you are catastrophically mistaken. While I was accepting well-deserved compliments from Shigorat, a messenger burst into the throne room and shouted that the Pointed Cliff, the citadel of dark seducers, was under attack. The gray march was advancing. The Islands' time was running out...

I desperately inquired about the address of the fortress. The toe of the Mad God Boot is not a low beam.

Mazken Adeo reported that the fortress is already in the hands of enemies, and they are headed by... the renegade Syl! Well, let's get even at the same time. Sil captured the leader of the dark seducers, Dailora, and this latter had to be freed, because only she knew what to do with all this leapfrog. But, gods, how twisted these girls were when they realized that they would have to obey the duchess of a hostile house! Ha. This reduced their insolence and greatly cheered me up.

Of course, there were complications. We easily found Dailora, who was imprisoned in a crystal cage, and freed her with the help of a giant bell. Actually, it was intended for a slightly different purpose, but it worked here too. But the most unpleasant thing is that the rebel Syl has captured the Mazken Source, in which they are reborn after death. Without the Source, their tribe was as good as destroyed.

I became convinced of the truth of these words only when I entered the next room. Dailora shouted something about the frozen Well, and the dark temptresses, turning yellow, fell to the floor like lifeless dolls. Cute. The road to the Source was by no means strewn with flowers. My collection of Order hearts grew with every step. The Well itself turned out to be literally frozen into a huge crystalline pyramid. You can’t do it with just one bell; you had to hit all four, installed in the corners of the palace, with all your heart. The snake Sil managed to escape.

As a reward, I was given a set of dark seductress armor. I grinned. In such armor, if I may say so, one can only count on the fact that the enemy himself will die - from laughter, for example, but this suit emphasized the figure well.

Shigorat's flight

Even the gods are not omnipotent. I stared with a fixed gaze at the place where the Lord of the Shivering Isles had just disappeared in a flash of white flame. Everything is over. Jyggalag is coming, and the Gray March cannot be stopped. We didn't have time. I heard a cough from behind, and someone’s hand delicately fell on my shoulder. Haskill! I clung to the poor valet like a burr to a dog's tail. Maybe he'll come up with something!

And he came up with an idea. He came up with something that almost made me fall into the fountain. Take Shigorat's place?! Create his Staff?! Until now, I considered Haskill the most sane in this kingdom of psychos. Okay, let's say this is possible, but I'm not a Daedric princess! What little things answered me with a soft smile. In order to fit your, excuse me, butt on the throne, this was not required. There was also a staff, and the “recipe” for its creation was hidden in the Knife Hole library, which is north of Suicide Hill.

I expected to see tall, ceiling-supporting rows of shelves filled with dusty volumes in now-dead languages; bookcases with tightly locked glass doors - a repository of dangerous magical scrolls...

But I couldn’t even imagine that the Knifehole library was one person. Gray-haired, chalky-pale, with sunken eyes, looking like a vampire who had been starving for thousands of years. When he saw me, he heavily dropped only one word: “Dius.” I introduced myself too.

The story of Dius is entertaining and instructive, but I will not undertake to retell it. It is enough that Dius told me the components for Shigorath’s staff - a branch of the Tree of Images growing in the Grove of Reflections, which is deep in the ruins of Milkar, and the eyes of Sirta, a woman who saw what mortals cannot see. Her abode is the Moaning Halls.

Milkar was closer, northwest of the Knife Hole, so I went there first. As soon as I approached the Tree, the obelisk in the center of the reservoir blazed brightly, and... I appeared in front of me. I glared at the dark figure - it was like looking into a mirror in semi-darkness. Well, her head is a mess. That is, for me. Gods, what am I thinking?! Not-I summoned the atronach of flesh, grabbed the Fang of Dusk and took a fighting stance - a mirror image of mine...

I can only say one thing - it was not easy. But the black branch of the Tree of Images gently fell into my palm, and that's all that mattered.

It was much funnier with the Moaning Halls. At the entrance, a young man in a lilac robe attacked me. He fought rather poorly. And the robe is cute. Try it on, or what?

As it turns out, this was my smartest thought in weeks. In any case, she saved me from having to fight with a bunch of comrades of the dead man. Well, what simpletons they are!

It is important: if you decide to take off your robe, you will be immediately attacked. These guys have strange ideas about reality, honestly... In general, this quest can be completed in three ways, I will describe the most interesting. Others are straightforward and require no explanation.

In one of the lower halls, the cat Ra’heran was discovered, who turned out to be much smarter than his comrades. He immediately recognized me as a stranger and was incredibly happy. Looks like Sirta didn't use it at all great love among his followers. After making a heartfelt speech in the spirit of “hand washes hand,” Ra’heran demanded that I deliver him a weapon—more precisely, three daggers of the Apostle. The other did not suit him. I didn’t care, I got the daggers in an instant. Now everything was ready for a small mutiny. Ra'heran has the power, I have the eye. A fair deal.

The end or the beginning?

I returned to Dius, and he created the basis for Shigorath's staff. For now it was just a stick. It was necessary to lower it into the Font of Madness in the throne room for the staff to gain power. To New Sheot!

And of course, fate once again tripped me up. The fountain behind the throne, like mud, was overgrown with small gray crystals. I was already shaking just looking at them. Fortunately, darling Haskill, as always, knew everything. The Pools of Madness that feed the Font have been poisoned by the minions of Jyggalag, and it seems Syl was involved again. My hands were itching to strangle the viper...

Hidden in the roots behind the throne was an inconspicuous door. I always wondered what was behind it. Now I knew it. Well, down like that, down into the sanctum sanctorum of the Mad God's palace.

Entering, I ran into the root door, covered in these damned crystals. It was impossible to open it. Oddly enough, a tame gnarl hanging around nearby helped. Does he feed on them, or something like a walking stump...

However, the adherents of Order, Oblivion take them, managed to destroy almost every door in the cave. You can't get enough stumps. Fortunately, a toothy chrysalid was found nearby, in which something was clearly moving and rustling. Suddenly there was a disgusting smacking sound and the chrysalis vomited the gnarl. Phew... But the “key” to the doors was found.

It is important: Also, similar doors and containers can be opened with the help of fragments of Order falling from priests.

As soon as the priests of Order, guarding the pool of Dementia, fell from my hand, the crystals that had defiled the sacred waters disappeared. Now you need to clear the Mania pool.

Hello, Sil, darling, I wish I could never see your pretty face! The former Duchess of Dementia struck a pose and launched into a solemnly menacing speech. I listened for a couple of minutes, looking bored, and then Fang of the Dawn put an end to this cheap pathos. I don't like talkers.

The staff is ready, and I hold it in my hands. Does this mean that?.. Who is there?! The captain of the palace guard urgently needed my help. Hm. It is unlikely that they would dare to bother me over trifles.

The obelisks in the courtyard have activated! Greetings from Jyggalag. I'm so tired of him... It's time to put an end to this annoying Daedra. Where were my hearts of Order left? I had already become proficient in deactivating obelisks and this time I prudently took cover from the explosion behind the parapet. As soon as the second obelisk was shaken by a purple wave, the air in front of me began to tremble, and a huge mercury-gray figure appeared in the blinding light. Jyggalag! “What an honor!” - I hissed ironically, more comfortably intercepting the Fang of Dawn...

He spoke to me. Then, after the fight. But I will not reveal what this conversation was about. This only applies to Jyggalag, me... and Shigorath.

I wonder if these stupid crystals will continue to disfigure my castle?!

Notes in the margins

My story is over, but during my travels through the Shivering Isles I came across many different mysteries. Interested?

Brightor

Iril, a shopkeeper in the Crucible, simply shakes at the mention of Brightor. This is a local thief. No matter how many times I stole, I got caught so many times. Serves him right, the incompetent. Iril offered a reward for delivering him from the would-be criminal. You can, of course, kill, but it’s not interesting. I talked to Brightor. He promised to become disgustingly law-abiding if I brought him five flawless pearls. Well, there is a lot of this stuff in the surrounding caves.

Final peace

At the Crucible, a guy who called himself Harrus Clutumnus stopped me and made an appointment late in the evening at a sewer grate not far from the Shigorath statue. I knew one eccentric who loved nightly dates - his name was Glartir. But this one turned out to be even stranger. You see, he was tired of life, so he decided to settle scores with her - with my hands. Funny. “I will die so that everyone will cry.” I waylaid him at the top of a long staircase and pushed him down. This must be murder, but in this place everything seems so unreal...

Liquid solution

The owner of the diner, Sick Bernice, dies from a serious illness. Only a substance she called “aquanostrum” from the Blackberry Bush cave can help her. I felt sorry for the woman and brought medicine. This cave is located not far from the South Road, on the left hand, and there are clearly more grammites in it than necessary.

Kunstkamera

There is one remarkable place in the Crucible - the so-called Kunstkamera. Its owner, Una Armina, collects all sorts of curiosities and welcomes those who are ready to add to her collection. I also brought a few pieces. Here they are: amber that looks like Shigorat, the pelvic bone of Pelagius, the ashes of some Dean, a two-headed septim, the Ring of Stripping, the blind eye of a watchman, a silent scream and a deformed swamp tendril. I can’t remember where I found them - I must have turned over all the stones and climbed all the dungeons and Islands. But these are hardly all the wonders that can be found here...

Hammer of the Antipode

There is a blacksmith in the Crucible named Carver who can make armor and weapons from madness ore. And the Bliss blacksmith Dumag gro-Bonk makes the same thing from amber. They also both know how to forge magic items, but only if you bring them the appropriate matrices.

The Coming Storm

Khajiit Ajazda from “Nakhodki” is sure that the end of the world is approaching and is preparing for it. To be completely happy, she lacks the Ring of Dehydration, the Amulet of Disintegration and the Tranquilizing Pants. I pulled off the ring here in the city, in the Kunstkamera, the Amulet was found in one of the halls of Milkar (although I had to run around quite a bit with a ritual torch so that all three braziers would burn at the same time), and I took off the pants from Fimmion, a beggar in Bliss. More precisely, he took them off himself when I waved the roll in front of his nose. Oh those sweet tooth...

Ushnar's Nightmare

Have you ever seen an orc half to death afraid of cats? No? Well then, you should go to the Crucible and talk to Ushnar. He is terribly unnerved by the presence of the Khajiit Bishi, and he asked me to get rid of him. The concept of good neighborly relations in this city is strange, to be honest. I wasn’t going to kill the poor fellow because of a crazy orc; for a hundred coins he himself found a way out of the Crucible. Ushnar, almost jumping for joy, gave me a skinned hound. A nice gift - it will only scare children.

Wake up under rubble

Handsome Fanrien from Bliss complained that he could not stand near any walls - he was afraid that they would fall on his head. Shrugging my shoulders, I advised him to sleep on the street. He beamed and asked to find someone who would agree to change beds with him. Who usually sleeps on the street? That's right, beggars. Ungor, for example, was simply happy to make the exchange.

Fork Tickle

The Argonian Bighead in Bliss had somewhere lost the Tickling Fork that was very dear to him and thought that Bolving might know something about it. Bolving is a beggar who is always muttering nonsense like "rainy roo." It is usually impossible to understand him, but Big Head gave me an amulet that was supposed to serve as a “translator.” Bolving admitted that militant heretics and zealots from the Long Tooth camp, which is west of the Gate of Madness, fought over the Fork. The fork was indeed found in a box under the canopy.

Work without end

Comrade Restless, a crazy inventor from Bliss, is building a flying ship and is in dire need of pliers and calipers. Why he needs all this rubbish is unclear, but he pays five gold pieces for each item.

Ghosts of Vaitarna

I heard somewhere that in the south of the Islands there is an abandoned fortress of Vaitarn. I found it on the “heel” of the Boot of the Mad God, on the Grave Shoal. This fortress was inhabited by ghosts. It seems that during life, some of them were enemies of others - even now, hundreds of years after their death, they continued the endless fight, fell, got up and fell again... The door to Vaitarn was guarded by some kind of supernatural force, but I managed to find a secret entrance in the roots of a gigantic tree.

Inside, Count Sirion spoke to me and told me that once Lord Shigorath cursed his people for cowardice, greed and arrogance and doomed them to forever live through the last day of Vaitarn - the day of the attack on the fortress of fanatics, the day of their shame... They had almost no no hope of finding peace. I searched the fortress and found three unusual things that aroused my curiosity: Altel arrows in the armory (the blacksmith did not want to let me into it, but I sneaked under the chameleon; and later the key was discovered - on a table with decayed food in the corridor), a Desideratus doll in the hallway near the armory and the Dagger of Attrition in the secret room in the chapel. To open it, you need to press the button on the stone throne. All these things once belonged to someone. Maybe look for their owners?

I turned out to be right. Altel was doomed to forever guard the mechanism of the main gate, and there I found her to give back the arrows. Hloval Dret was fighting in the yard. I returned the dagger to him; he was delighted and immediately pointed it at me, impudent. After some thought, I burned the doll on a ghostly brazier. And I guessed it too. Desideratus stopped crying about his beloved and returned to fulfilling his duty. Only the greedy orc could not be convinced. Well, the devil is with him. I returned to the count. He admitted that he tried to escape, leaving his subjects to their fate, and handed me his helmet. Covering my face with them, I went out into the courtyard of the fortress and defeated the Possessed Fanatic. The ghosts of Vaitarn have finally come to rest...

The Great Divide

In the village of Split on the border of Mania and Dementia, a strange cataclysm occurred. Some foolish wizard divided all the inhabitants into halves - demented and maniacs. The doubles hated each other fiercely, wished their rivals death and were ready to pay for it. I am more inclined to side with Mania, so I destroyed the demented half of the village, although I think it could have been done the other way around.

Classifier

Mirilee Ulven from Highcross is obsessed with writing an encyclopedia. To do this, she needed samples of almost everything that grows and runs on the Shivering Isles. To make the task easier, she provided me with a list and paid me ten gold for each new ingredient.

Help the hero

Have you heard about the Knights of the Thorn? You know, this is a group of hotheads led by the son of Count Cheydinal, Farvel Indaris. Once I pulled him out of trouble, but that’s not what it’s about. In Hale I met Pike, a former knight of the Thorn. He did not intend to return to Cyrodiil, but wanted to get back his medallion, lost in the Fragrant Grove, which is southeast of the city. That's where I found it - in a chest in the center of the Grummites' camp. In gratitude, Pike gave me Thorn's shield.

Everything is in place

In the south of the Islands there is a rather unsightly place called Fellmoor. It's basically a farm. Out of curiosity, I went into one of the houses and found there the Khajiit Raynar-Jo, who was afraid of everything in the world. He refused to even talk to me until I won the trust of his friend Kishashi. It turned out to be quite simple. Five pods - and the cat gave me a spoon, which should serve as a sign of her trust. This time Raynar-Jo spoke: he complained about Sindalvi, the owner of the farm, and asked to steal her notebook and also destroy her home. It wasn't difficult. Sindalvi gave me the book to read after a friendly conversation. And running around the elf’s house, remembering her childhood, knocking cups, plates, bottles and other small things onto the floor and throwing fruits at the wall, was also terribly funny.

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You've probably already seen information on the loading screens that the blacksmiths in Bliss and Crucible can forge weapons and armor from Amber and Madness Ore, respectively. So, head to Dumag gro-Bonk's forge shop called "The Missing Pauldron" in Bliss. He will give you a list indicating how much amber is needed to make armor and weapons, and will also tell you that to create their enchanted versions you will need amber matrices (different for each type of weapon or armor). Amber is often found on the corpses of gnarls, as well as in the dungeons of Mania in large hollow stumps, next to which golden lights are circling - don’t miss it. You can also find matrices in dungeons. Keep in mind that the quest cannot be completed, since you can make as many weapons/armor as you like, as long as you have enough amber. The level of weapons/armor depends on your level, that is, you can get the best samples after level 21, and you can get your first weapons or armor from Dumag only after the hero reaches level 8.

Look for an Agronian named Big Head in Bliss. During the day he walks around Bliss and at night he can be found in his house. From talking to him you will understand that he is obsessed with forks. His most beloved fork, namely The Fork of Horripilation, has disappeared, and now it calls him with its song. Well, everyone has their own quirks and preferences (remember the quest that Sheogorath gave the player in TES 3: Morrowind). Big Head will give you a special talismanic fork and direct you to talk to a beggar named Bolwing - he can be easily found using the marker. With the help of the resulting fork, you can understand what Bolving is saying: two groups are fighting for the Tickler Fork - heretics and zealots, but now it is in the Longtooth Camp in the hands of the heretics. This camp can be found along the road north of the Gates of Madness, where you will meet groups of heretics and zealots, and on the body of one of them you will find the desired Fork. Return to Big Head and give him his treasure. In return, he will offer to raise one of the hero’s three skills: “blades”, “stealth”, “alchemy” (Blade, Sneak, Alchemy) by one.

Notes: If you accidentally kill Bolwing before receiving this quest, the Tickler's Fork will still be located at the above camp and you will be able to complete the quest. But Big Head himself can easily become a victim of a pathological passion for cutlery. The script makes him look everywhere for them. Sometimes, while stealing, he catches the eye of the guards, and they kill the poor fellow. In this case, the quest will not be completed. The uncontrollable behavior of the Argonian can be treated either by installing an unofficial patch for “Islands” (for the original and a separate edition of the add-on), or by installing Oblivion: Gold Edition.

Nord Tove the Unrestful in Bliss sometimes walks around the city, but more often he works in his house on some mysterious contraption. Talk to him, and he will tell you that he is constructing nothing less than an aircraft, and for this he needs... Calipers and Tongs. And for these items that are useless to the player, he gives 5 gold. However, not all so simple. To fulfill his requirement, you will need at least 50 calipers and 50 pliers (100 tools in total). So start collecting them - in boxes, bags and so on. (By the way, if you enter at least a million calipers with codes, he will still buy them all... and for 5 gold each! Where he got so much money from is anyone's guess.)

Another example of madness is Amiable Fanriene, who wanders the streets of Bliss or sits in a tavern. He is never at home because he is afraid that when he closes his eyes, the walls will fall on him. As you can imagine, he hasn’t slept for a very long time and asks to find him safe place for sleeping - where there are no walls. Our choice is the sleeping bags of the city's beggars. If you walked along the stairs leading to the palace, you would see a sleeping bag belonging to Ungor. Talk to him about exchanging sleeping places with Fanrien. At first he will suspect something is wrong, so raise his attitude towards you with jokes or money. (You can also ask Fimmion about Ungor, who can also be found on the streets of Bliss, and he will give you Ungor's lucky grapes, which you can give to the latter as a gift. Another option: you can simply kill Ungor.) Finally , Ungor will agree to the exchange. Return to Fanrien and make him happy. As a reward, he will give you the Burst of Might scroll.

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list of items that appear randomly (in dungeons, chests, on enemy corpses, etc.):

Two-Headed Septim
-Dagger of Friendship
-Hound's Tooth Key
-Ring of Disrobing
-A piece of amber resembling Sheogorath (Sheogorath-shaped Amber)
-Mixing Bowl
-Soul Tomato

The rest of the items are in permanent places.

Mute Screaming Maw: This hard-to-get item is found in the ruins of Cann, at the very bottom of the central bay near Saints Watch in Mania. They are inhabited by heretics and the hungry (Hunger). Go through The Great Hall to the Halls of Tranquility. There, find the entrance to the Arena below. Once there, turn right and follow the plant-overgrown tunnel, go through a piece of stone ruins and find a cluster of Screaming Maws to your left. Search in the roots next to them and you will find the curiosity you are looking for.

Deformed Swamp Tentacle: First travel to the Lost Time Camp, which is located in the center of the peninsula called Madgod's Boot in Dementia along the road. From there, walk a little south along the road up to two rocks, on one of which you will find the desired tendril.

Din's Ashes: It is hidden in Ebrocca, north of New Sheoth, on the map below the settlement of Highcross. Go through the dungeon forward and to the right until you run into a closed one metal door. Behind the door there will be a room in which there are four leather shields. Push the two that are located opposite the entrance and you will see a button that opens a secret passage to the Ebrocca Crematorium, in which you will find the desired ashes on a shelf in the Gilded Urn.

Blind Watcher's Eye: In Milchar (it is located at the top of big lake in the Mania area, along the road) go forward to the cave with the door in the center, turn left, walk a little and look for the Watcher's Eye plant among a cluster of other plants.

Pelvis of Pelagius: It is kept in the Howling Halls, a heretical fortress built from the stones of the castle where the mad Emperor Pelagius lived out his days. At the end of the Shivering Isles main quest, you will need to visit this place, located north of New Sheoth, in the center of the Heretics Horn. In the Moaning Halls, go straight, go to the Hall of Congregation, go upstairs, you will see a carpet, you will see a door opposite the carpet. In a small passage there is a table, and on it in the display case is Pelagius's basin.

*-Ring of Desiccation: If you have not yet completed the quest "The Coming Storm", then it will already be on the shelf in the museum. If you stole it for the above quest, you will have to kill Ajazda and take the ring from her, since she is wearing it and cannot be stolen. So you can return the ring back to the Kunstkamera. But keep in mind - this is not necessary to complete the quest, you will not receive any reward and at the same time you will kill the owner of one of the few shops on the Shivering Isles.

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