And through the city gates stumbled the squeamish silhouette of a particularly ragged and battered Nord. He held a queer envelope in his trembling hands, besmeared with unmentionable fluids, its surface already rippled from the moisture of his cold h
It was high time we began with our accounts of scientific discoveries in respect to the looming dark at hand. We were still shaken from the events that had transpired the day before. Even after burying our two friends about fifty meters away fro
Ringing ears. Blurred vision. Encroaching darkness threatening to consume me. The strangely lengthening shadows tried to pull me into their domain. As I was about to break, I cast a glance over yonder to our gravely wounded Dunmer friend. We were v
The three of us safely descended the crudely constructed rope ladder down into the mound. The rope creaked and the rungs bent under our weight but the ladder held fast. Upon reaching the hole's base that led deeper into the dank ruins we collective
I awoke to the cries of my fellows by noon of the next day. Lili's voice was the first I heard. Then followed Horace and Ravaia, Azarain joining in shortly after. "Yagir!" I could hear them holler. "Yagir! Where are you?!" Horace's voice echoed a
On this bleak day, I write to you my old friend this letter wherein I tell of a matter of utmost urgency that requires your attention. I'm aware I could have written to the venerable Arch Mage or to his majesty the Emperor but the way I see it, I i
They have been tricked, deceived by their own god. Originally kindred spirits on the hunt for knowledge and immortality, they've given themselves tuno the dark currents in an effort to instill meaning in undeath and grant bliss to those not destined
She woke, engulfed by cruel light, surrounded by curious architecture reflecting the oppressive incandescence in this place. Where was she? How did she end up here?
Looking at the mirroring ground, she noticed her stark nakedn
Night has turned into dawn and dawn has turned into morning when I realized we completely disregarded the College schedule during our experiments! Immediately notifying Marcus of this, packing my belongings hurriedly, he nodded in response and quic
From my strange and disquieting dreams, I suddenly woke to a knock at the door of the Hall of Countenance, surprisingly early in the morning. It was about two hours short of sunrise and dizzy from sleep deprivation, being so aggressively robbed of
The weeks at the College passed by, and I was soon promoted to adept title, as were Marcus and Shelivah, being forced to migrate our belongings from the Hall of Attainment to the Hall of Countenance, wherein more advanced mages dwelt. As time wen
As he closed in, he gently pushed back his hood with his left hand while still holding onto his mug with the other, illuminating his features in the yellow-orangey light of the inn's fireplace. His skin was pallid and his hair and beard, both quite
As I lie here on my deathbed in the old, slightly rundown farmhouse, with its overgrown gambrel roof and the small tool shed swaying back and forth from the wind in the withering garden wildly growing throughout the backyard, my last will and testa
I have already told you all I know about the incident from last night and I'm positive that no new revelations will surface upon retelling of the events that transpired. But if you must hear it again, I'll oblige if you insist. So. Let me start from
Set in 3E 433 Cyrodill, Shades of Oblivion focuses on the story of Jaciel Morgen, a Greater Nocturnal from Shade Perilous whom, like her kin, are more human than the Daed
This is a little short story for an upcoming build I'm working on! I decided to post it early to get a feel for how people like it and hopefully make sure to answer any questions about this potential Guild before I actually post the build.
I could see the smoke and smell the burning of flesh long before Helgen came into view. The rancid aroma was enough to make my stomach turn. I encountered the scent before, but only in passing; never had the stench been so potent
So after much deliberation- and some affirmation from Lee- I've decided to post this rather short, super emotional story. Please use discretion when ready as it covers a wild range of topics and implies heavier themes such as mental illness
A few days later, Arbelle found herself in the ancient city of Windhelm, accompanying Gabriella on some vague task. She hadn't been too specific, and frankly at the moment Arbelle had little reason not to trust Gabriella
In the last week or so, Arbelle and Gabriella had travelled through nearly half the province of Skyrim. Most likely a normal occurrence for Gabriella, but Arbelle hadn't travelled this much since she was a child, long bef