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
Down in the darkest depths of Riften's Ratway lived a cursed soul in every sense of the phrase. Once a daughter of a proud, well-off family, now condemned to scraping, stealing, and begging just to survive. Orphaned
Only the Volkihar can pull off a mind blowing trick like that. A grown man pulled downward through a frozen lake without so much of a crack on the ice above was astonishing. However, Lady Risa had no time to admire the fiend for Eljar had little chan
One year after the Emperor's assassination, the Dark Brotherhood has risen to infamy it has not known in centuries. With such prominence comes the need for new recruits. Young mage Arbelle Fane is one such recruit,
Hey, guys! So I took a short break from "In Love and War", (don't worry, the next chapter will be out soon) and typed up this short story that's been bouncing around in my head for awhile. It is fantasy related, not Skyrim related, so if not allowed
It's been five years since that day- the day many say the Stormcloaks destroyed the Empire. It simply wasn't true, but there is nothing we can do to change what the world might say about us. We can only tell the truth
It was odd how foreign it felt to stand upon the Katariah deck and see it entirely empty. The boards of the ship creaked in a haunted, ghostly fashion. There was no bustling of deckhands as they carried out their daily chores, n
It wasn't an hour past dawn, but already the square was full of people. Tullius hadn't kept the news of my execution a secret. People of all sorts were gathered before the stage: merchants, beggars, housewives,
The light of life is as fickle as the moth who flies blindly toward the flame. Always flying to close to the sun. The irrevocable fate of mortality - Severed dreams severed hopes. All have been dashed beneath the pendulum of time.
The air smelled of mold and blood. In the damp, dark dungeon I found myself in, the Legionnaires saw no need to keep the place clean and dry. Everyone housed within the walls was destined to die, so why waste the pre
“That's incredible...” The orc's words wouldn't be the ones I would choose, but honestly there was nothing else that fully encompassed what had happened in Windhelm. The fall of the Sea Wall, the destruction of life, Ulfric's d
The cold frosted earth and fallen leaves crackled underfoot like so many pieces of shattered glass, awash with the colours of liquid gold, ruby and topaz.
Xian-Krie has faced many enemies over his life in Cyrodiil and in Skyrim. And why shouldn't he have? He is the Dragonborn after all with a great occupation. This Dragonborn is a Bounty Hunter ab
The camp was desolate, void of people and noise save for the occasional breeze and biting wind. A couple of tents were fully made with belongings still contained within. The only sign of life was the smoldering fire pit before us
I crashed on the bed completely worn out from my lessons with Llyrin and Ervyna.
“By the Three I’m tired,” I thought to myself as I laid on the simply made cot located in the furthest right corner of the room. “And tomorrow I have to train wi