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
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
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.
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
Straag Rod Book 1: Fate Goes Ever as it Must, Part 1
Chapter 4: The Stone
“I cannot believe they did not even think to set you free.” Ralof frowned, reaching for Äelberon’s bound hands in the gloom of the Keep. They were crouched in a corner, close to
Straag Rod Book 1: Fate Goes Ever As it Must, Part 1
Chapter 3: The Attack
“Is it finished?” Haming heard his ma ask from the cooking fire when his da walked in. His da looked pensive as he set his axe against their weathered dining table and took his
There have been but few things in my time as head of the IID that burned themselves into my memory. I remember one such case of a pregnant, Imperial woman who had been hung naked from a tree like a fruit. Her unborn was forced outside to dangle ju
Until the last, I had not known the tragedy that had befallen the kingdom that the three of us had trespassed upon. The reason behind all the rot and decay. I only knew that it stood in connexion to the seal of bone that Nephethys, Shthelith and I
Red-haired Thunar grew up poor, weak, and helpless. His father, Signar, was once a proud mercenary-warrior; half-Nord and half-giant. Then one day, he entered into a state of grief that he never left. Around him, nobody knew what caused him to fall
Inspired by the Tales of Ba Sing Se episode from Avatar: The Last Airbender, GMs Ponty and Kendrix have put together a series of short stories offering a slice of life view into the daily lives of some of the non-player characters i
This is the second installment in a series of short stories following the NPCs of our ongoing roleplaying campaign, The Dragon's Dozen. More to come soon!
I felt the dirty moisture of an autumn rain upon my cheek. Ice cold drops that dislodged themselves from the wet film on my skin as I moved my head up into the air. I lay on the side, the floor of rough stone drenched in ground water and filthy pu
Kill someone. Anyone. Who exactly? It didn’t matter.
Ahkali pondered the nature of her mission as she stared at her chosen target from across the inn. To an outsider, her troubled gaze may have been mistaken for disgust, which of course wasn’t too unu
It seemed like it was years that I was stuck in that cell. I wasn’t sure if it was the food or something about the magic of the Adamantine Tower, but it felt like my strength and magicka waned each day I rotted in there. I had plenty of time to think
It was late morning by the time we entered the gates of Wayrest. If the guards were looking for us, they didn’t notice our group amongst the many travelers, merchants and adventurers coming and going from the city. The streets were flushed with colou