A chapel of Akatosh with lovely grounds for meditative walks, greenhouse for alchemy reagents, worship space complete with confessional, rectory with enough beds to sleep up to 11 and a fully stocked four-bed surgery for healing needs.
An academic’s salon, nestled in the serene lowlands just outside Lillandril, the Phynaster’s Phial has long played host to gatherings of Summerset’s greatest academic minds. Now under the more progressive ownership of Aerya Nayrenn, the salon has broadened its clientele. So long as you come with peaceful intent and an open mind, a small taste of Summerset’s wealth and tranquil grounds fit for contemplation are yours to use as you see fit. Includes a lounge, spa, gallery, and a hair salon.
Local legends say that during one of the many Imperial incursions into Black Marsh, a desperate Saxhleel tribe called upon their Hist tree to free their home of invaders. In its last bit of strength, the Hist burst forth its roots and entangled the surrounding barracks, pulling friend and foe alike beneath the earth. The resulting crater sat dormant for years, until a budding tribe claimed to have been called to the site by a curious new sapling rooted within the husk of its predecessor.
Prior to the Three Banners War, this dockyard was a lively port of merchants and mariners. But in the years since, much of the surrounding neighborhood has become abandoned as locals fled or were conscripted to fight. Recently a group of lowly orcish sailors calling themselves the Brinetusk Boys have laid claim to these rundown docks. “Port Brinetusk” welcomes all prospective business—on the pier or within their renovated basement brawl pit—so long as it’s outside the eye of the local milita.
Home to Sitemius Gariulus, here he governs his small land and a few families in Cyrodiil. He’s a devout follower of the Eight and as such, most of the keep is devoted to showing his faith.
The upper floors of an eccentric mage’s tower. Filled with knowledge and relics of various cultures and purposes.