I see thou hast happen'd upon the antediluvian tome of præternatural horror and dæmoniac terrors from the realms beyond. Contain'd within this volume are accounts concerning the ghastliest of things that lurketh malevolently in the
I held my breath, knowing not what to expect. The predicament of having to respirate to avoid asphyxiation while at the same time assuming that any noise I make might result in my immediate demise was troubling beyond conception. Either way, a prem
Our story begins on the 433rd Year of the Third Era, within the Daedric Realm of Sheogorath, commonly known as The Shivering Isles. As with the end of every Era, the Greymarch is close at hand, and as per usual the Madgod is hard at work sche
Maven Black-Briar was a woman who should never be trifled with. Young, beautiful, rich, powerful, and very hot-tempered, the young Nord was a deadly cocktail. For as long as I knew her, the woman held Riften in the palm of her hand. It mat
Sah“guys guys, this was very disappointing, no team work, and total lack of commitment, our approach is reckless; we just can’t rush in with all arrows blazing!”
Archer Sah “what about we rush in with some arrows blazing?”
“There’s not a single Fredas that goes by without some form of mischief or another in Balmora. A night without a drunken brawl in the clubs was unheard of. After all, it’s in our kin’s nature to be as harsh and raw as the lands
Now that Aalynn had made her way into the Underkeep of Cylarne, she felt overwhelmed with eagerness to begin the carnage. She looked inside her mind and knew at once that now was her time to strike the brutish and unsuspecting Mazken, le
“You are to hold this position with your life, Vicca. The Aureal are as overconfident and bull-headed as ever, and a spy has informed us that they intend to enter through the main passage, which should come as no surprise to anyone. Howeve
Upon the Isle of Flame, located in the north-western region of the Shivering Isles, lies an ancient fortress rumoured to have once been the Realm’s capital. The Isle’s inhabitants call this fortress Cylarne, and legends say that the Mazken
"Our story begins on the 433rd Year of the Third Era, within the Daedric Realm of Sheogorath, commonly known as The Shivering Isles. As with the end of every Era, the Greymarch is close at hand, and as per usual the Madgod i
I awoke with a splitting headache, Nephethys' outline fuzzy from my blurred vision. As it turns out, losing part of one's life force takes its toll on the body. While I struggled to get up I noticed an eerie silence around me. The storm seemed to
The tremendous shift from expectancy to vile reality was harsh and utterly unforgiving. It sparked in me an emotion I could at the time only hardly describe. A mixture of surprise, fear and disdain. But somewhere within lurked something else entir
It is only natural for those not acquainted with neither the outer spheres nor with the arcane acts of creation to assume that what we call 'reality' is all which exists. It is entirely plausible to infer that, beyond the known planes, there is onl
The aftermath of our recent combat was nigh unbearable. The two of us were littered with small cuts and bruises. Moreover, we were covered in bits of flesh, bones and other bodily substances, completely drenched from the surrounding sanguine fluid
"By Sithis!". This was all Nephethys had to say when the two of us stared into the faceless visage. However, the skin appeared to be queerly rippled. Just as if small patches had been artificially put together to form a coherent layer.