The vampire screamed his lungs out once more as the knife cut deep into his chest. Blood now almost caked his skin and legs. The only light in the room, a lone oil lantern, gave me a good look at the sniveling creature on
I panted; heavy and weary breaths escaping into the open world as Nimhe went in Xian’s direction. Maybe it was the panting that obscured my vision, but I could have sworn I saw the insane lizard grin a little. Was the son of a bitch
The wet sloshing of boots drowned out the buzz of the insects and croaking of the wildlife as I trudged through the swamp, the heat of the sun warming my back up to unpleasant temperatures. Thankfully with my hood up it would not
“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
Ahh, the Reach. If there weren’t any Forsworn roaming around like a pack of wild animals it would be almost beautiful, I thought. The rocking of the carriage jostled myself and the driver where we sat, nearly throwing us to the ground.
Five long days of traveling had passed before finally arriving at Fort Dawnguard in the afternoon. The damn Thalmor didn’t make the first day of traversing any simpler. True they had their deaths coming but it didn’t mean it was easy, e
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 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.
Solitude had changed from having a quiet night to one full of cries of agony and desperation. The vampires and their thralls numbered a small few (12 in total in fact), taking their time with the guards that stood in their way.
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.
The arrow pierced through the air, straight and true, puncturing the vampire’s left eye. She could not let loose a sound, the head destroying the brain. Dropping to the ground like a stone, her partner had his warning, readying hi