Chapter Seven: The Grey Quarter
“Disgusting Greyskin!” The voice of a middle-aged man drifted over the snow-covered bridge that led into the city. It was nearly dawn by the time we arrived at the stables, meaning no respectable person was out during t
Read more…Chapter Thirteen: War on Two Fronts
I sat on the edge of my bed, gripping a muddy, bloody helm in my hands. The liquids had long dried, staining the leather with unorganized splotching. The insignia on the front differentiated it from other helmets. I
Read more…The Journey of Jeanna Mannav, Knight Cleric of the Nine.
Part One - The Cathedral of the Nine
It was a bit of a hike to the Cathedral of the Nine, but the scenery and fresh air helped to boost Jeanna’s spirits greatly.
Kynareth’s blessings
The Journey of Jeanna Mannav, Knight Cleric of the Nine.
Prologue
“The priests have decided that you are the best suited to perform as keeper of the Skyrim Cathedral. With the Thalmor running about, they’ll eventually want in to deal with the Ta
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Stormhold, one of the great and mighty fortress-cities of the mighty Ayleidic Empire.
Even though the Slave Queen Alessia had been gathering followers, from both serf and rogue Lord alike, the Halls of Stormhold were awash with gaiety and laughter.
The Fall Before the Rise
In the years before Skyrim, before the civil war ravaged the land and pit brother against brother, before the dragons returned to subjugate or destroy mankind as they had in the beginning, the tale of one of the gre
Read more…So this is on a basic level exactly what it says on the tin but to explain it more in depth:
I've been wanting to get into writing TES stories for a while now and have just been struggling on the finding inspiration front but character builds from th
Read more…The bartender had every single ear in the tavern trained on him before his story even started, and by the looks of him, he was quite enjoying it. The Frozen Hearth in Winterhold wasn’t necessarily known for its warmth, but the innkeeper was known wel
Read more…My name, well… that doesn’t matter. My father, well nor does he. My surname, where I’m from, it all matters. But I, am not my home.
I, am, Dragonborn. But I would not know that until the raid, but that, I knew not of until later than that.
But my legen
Read more…Hey, friends. Just discovered this Story Corner and, since I have a fond love for writing stories of any caliber - well, mostly considering the fact I actually am writing an Elder Scrolls story at the moment - I thought I'd try my hand and post my ow
Fate/Sundered Moons Chapter 3-A Knife in The Dark
Vaveli Dreth sat in the dimly lit interior of her safehouse. It wasn't exactly the Tiber Septim Hotel, but the quaint little shack on the outskirts of Falkreath would serve her well. It had all the bas
Read more…Fate/Sundered Moons Chapter 2: The Blood of Elves
Acilius Bolar stood before his Servant, the legendary Crusader, who had his hands tightly gripping his weapons. In his stained prisoner’s garb, Acilius felt very much like a peasant speaking to a high
Read more…Fate/Sundered Moons Chapter 1-Of Bulls and Elves
Erik gasped as he awoke, springing out of bed. The farmer glancing at his hand, finding his Command Seals, forming the shape of hoe, much to his displeasure, emblazoned on his skin. Erikur’s ears and n
Read more…Chapter Two: Throngarr Stone-Singer
It had been nine weeks since the events of Helgen. Bronmir was still no closer to reaching Winterhold than he had been, but at least he was making progress. He was living in Falkreath, apprentice to the blacksmith t
Read more…Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting
Bronmir drank from his water skin and sighed, wiping sweat from his brow. Who would have guessed travelling from the Imperial City all the way to Falkreath would be so…tiresome? Grunting at no one in particular, he capped h
Read more…A week. It didn't seem that long, but every day that went by was a day that Reydi spent wasting away in Whiterun's dungeons. Every day Lydia felt like she had failed her sister. Every night she went to sleep on her comfortable bed in the Bannered Mar
Read more…The towering oaken double-doors of the Palace Hall of Dragonsreach banged open with considerable force, causing no small commotion as the sound reverberated about the relatively quiet building. Even in her panicked and angry state, the magnificence o
Read more…It was a two-day journey before Lydia and Reydi got their first glimpse of the bustling trade city of Whiterun. Caravans came to and from the city in droves, headed by merchants wandering the dangerous roads of Skyrim in search of a place to sell the
Read more…"We should make camp for the night," Lydia heard Reydi say to her.
A long and painful three months had passed since the attack: a time during which the town of Falkreath had not been idle. Lydia had always been the more emotional of the two, and had w
Read more…The horn sounded, resounding all across the city and echoing across the silent forest. All of the sounds of the forest stopped as the sound from the horn reverberated throughout the valley. The small town from which the sound had originated followed
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