(For those wondering, I'm over halfway through with the series, so we will eventually be wrapping things up--but there are still plenty of adventures for Daria before that point. Also, mild trigger warning for references to mild corporal punishment.)
The two bony protuberances stuck up from his forehead, strands of limp blond hair hanging like curtains off the sides. Dad didn’t used to wear his hair long but had started ever since they moved to Balmora. Come
Straag Rod, Book 1: Fate Goes Ever as it Must, Part 1
Chapter 9: The Key
The door opened and Archmagister Rynandor stepped into his closet of his study, carrying a burlap sack that he hoped was not dripping too heavily onto the floor or the scent too m
Daria hated to admit it, but she kind of liked Drenlyn Academy’s library. Considering that Drenlyn existed only to help rich outlanders and rich natives exploit one another, it was remarkable that someone had taken great care in choosing the
Jane bowed before some clients, but not this one, not Haldskyr Bear-grip. It's not that she didn't respect him. Nords just hated bowing. Better for her to stand and watch as Haldskyr studied the three-quarters head-and-shoulders portrait she
Ash-tainted rain poured down from a sky the color of rust as Daria marched uphill, weighed down by her drenched green cloak and her pack. Thunder pealed in the distance, booming across the jagged hills and blackened gullies that stretched al
Straag Rod, Book 1: Fate Goes Ever as it Must, Part 1
Chapter 8: The Scars
Warning: This chapter is for mature audiences. Includes caste discrimination, implied homoerotic fantasies, cannibalism, and cultural acceptance of non consensual sex in Altmer
It all came down to the uniform. They'd drilled that fact into Maiko's head since he'd been a raw recruit: anything you did for the legion had to be in legion colors.
Of course, there'd been some guys who did stupid things in legion colors. Most of th
Straag Rod, Book 1: Fate Goes Ever as it Must, Part 1
Chapter 6: The Deathbed
Skjor picked up his tankard when Njada’s Stonearm back fell against the table, moving it quickly out of the way. The corner of her mouth trickled with blood.
Daria didn't think that the Nordic couple lounging outside of the Morgendorffer home looked like the kinds of clients Mom usually got. Or Dad either, for that matter. Their non-ritual scars stood out, as did their weapons: A big, two-handed
Sweat was the enemy. Sure, Quinn had lots of enemies: cheap kohl, those lacy veils that Nibenese women wore that got stuck on your makeup, bad hair days, bad pores, and last but not least, Synda Grilvayn. But of all those, sweat was the one
The air in the Morgendorffer house had grown stifling.
Maybe it was the rising heat of late spring, made humid by vapors from the Odai River and the swamps of the Bitter Coast. Maybe it was mom's sullen disappointment as she dwelled on her el
The dusty frontier city of Balmora, in faraway Morrowind, is just about the last place that a bookish and flinty introvert like Daria Morgendorffer would ever want to visit. But her parents see opportunity in its narrow streets and adobe offices, so
It proclaimed this fact in the artificiality of its construction. No adobe or insect shells, just massive blocks of stone piled one on top of the other. This being the Empire, one could be sure someone in charge—pro
Straag Rod: Book 1: Fate Goes Ever as it must, Part 1
Chapter 5: The Mission
Balgruuf’s eyes lingered on the small village icon that represented Helgen on the parchment map in Farengar’s study. ‘Twas a finely drawn map, mounted on an ornately carved wo
Dovahzul, the language of the ancient Dov, the Dragons. While their terrible rule was nirnwide, no single province had been influenced as much as Skyrim. There, most of the existing word walls can be found and Nords famously learned the ways