The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

Sealed behind an arched door warded with ancient runes, Lord Harkon’s private chambers are a shrine to his obsession with power and eternity. The air is unnaturally still, as if the room itself holds its breath. Shelves lined with dust-covered tomes and forgotten grimoires lean under the weight of forbidden knowledge. Vampire relics—chalices, amulets, and preserved trophies—rest in glass cases or hang from dark stone walls. A heavy desk, cluttered with quills and arcane scrolls, sits beneath a faded tapestry depicting Molag Bal. In the corner, a ritual circle is etched into the floor with dried blood, its center scorched black. The bed is untouched, more ceremonial than practical. No thralls clean here, and few dare enter. It is not simply a living space—it is a lair, steeped in menace and the lingering echo of ancient sorcery.