Leaving the gates of Windhelm in Stormcloak armor brought me more respect than I realized. Even in a city were the rebels were a common sight, the people treated them like war heroes. I was mistaken by nearly everyone as a f
The moon shone brightly this night, the red waves of energy given off felt electrifying on my skin. Watching Masser rise higher and higher into the black, starless sky from the peak of the castle gave me such a thrill. Unfortunate
If there was one thing I didn’t like about Skyrim, it was how cold the blasted country was. Even in the warmer areas there always seemed to be a blast of frigid air every now and again. Reading about the country’s
Author's Note: This is not set in the TES Universe (shocker). This is set in World of Warcraft with the two main characters being my own creation. Any others therein are creations by Blizzard. Enjoy!
The rocking and jarring of the cart bolted me awake from a momentary daze. The creaking of the wood bounced off the nearby rocks and mountain faces making me feel like I was in a type of chasm.
The creaking of the floorboards outside my door woke me from my slumber. My eyes peeled open and shifted to the doorway in time to see a shadow move past. Glancing to my window, I could tell it was still the early hours o
“Alright Argonian, what I would like now would be an explanation,” I said.
That someone at random would come up to me and speak of Isran and his group of Dawnguard, than a lecture is definitely needed. That man’s methods never reall
Rayna and her good friend Rheon had been sent on an ambassadors mission to Rockneck Camp, a place where dozens and dozens of criminals of all kinds gathered in one place to discuss plans that they very carefully kept a
With a deep breath, Nimah stepped out into the cold, afternoon air, walking down from the stone steps of Ebonheart Chateau, and casting a sober look to the west as the sun dipped beneath the mountains of Stonefalls. This territory was unfamiliar to h
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The arrow was perfectly on point, slicing through the air, and slammed into the side of it’s target’s neck. The doe let out a cry of pain, before a second arrow struck it’s rump. It staggered, only to roll d
"Pain is a mere tool that separates the weak from the strong. Those who survive are destined to be great. Those who die were never worth living in the first place."
Two men walked into the tavern, with the first things on their mind being the satisfaction of their three basic needs. Four if you count the drinks. They knew the bartender there, such a fine splendor of a woman. The maid as well, with her gentle voi
Monrththir walked in to Whiterun reluctantly. The fact that he needed more arrows and protection urked him. He'd rather not walk into a town full of hateful, stuck-up people. Unfortunately, yesterday's run-in with a trio of Sabre Cats while he ran to
The morning sun peaked its way through the green trees and kissed the side of my face, waking me from my deep slumber. Glancing up from the bedroll I could just make out Serana doing the same; her hood quickly covered her head.
I stood before the crude marking of the grave, eyes to the ground and narrowed in sorrow and grief. I still couldn’t believe he was gone; he, mom, and my brother.