In an effort to keep myself occupied, I decided to visit the newly opened Museum of Mythic Dawn in Dawnstar.
That's kinda small for a museum.
The museum owner pays no heed and beckons me to enter.
The owner notices my adventurer trappings and queries whether I am available for a job. Of course I'm interested. He invites me inside.
Wow, that is it?
Just the scabbard? Pity. Where's the blade?
Silus excitedly explains that the legendary blade of Mehrune's Razor is actually here in Skyrim.
So, three pieces of the blade, huh? This better pays well. Lots of traveling and killing to be done.
First stop, Morthal.
Hey, buddy. I heard you like mudkips...
Hey, if you're really sick of it, then why don't you hand it over to me?
The lumberjack hesistated but recognizes me as the famed Vampire slayer. He hands me the key.
Thanks, shit long and prosper.
That's the hilt down. Next stop: that ruins near Markath.
There's that glowing carvings on the wall again...
I seem to know the 'meaning' but I lack the 'power' to pronounce it.
I grab the pommel and head on to the next hot-spot, right outside Falkreath.
It's a bandit camp. This should be easy.
Final piece! Let's get them back to Silus.
So, that's it? You're just gonna put it in a museum showcase?
Wait, what did you say? Why do you assume he'll help you fix it?
...I want more gold.
I said, I want more gold if I'm going with you.
Silus relented, but promises to pay me once I arrive at the shrine. He points out its location. It's just south of Dawnstar.
As I rode into the snowstorm, I feel ill at ease. Mehrune Dagon once tried to take over Tamriel, opening Oblivion gates all over the realm - why are people still worshiping this douche bag?
Oh hello, Undomesticated Snowman. I rather not dismount thanks. Got an appointment to keep.
Silus nods as I dismount. He seems impatient.