I awoke to the cries of my fellows by noon of the next day. Lili's voice was the first I heard. Then followed Horace and Ravaia, Azarain joining in shortly after. "Yagir!" I could hear them holler. "Yagir! Where are you?!" Horace's voice echoed a
On this bleak day, I write to you my old friend this letter wherein I tell of a matter of utmost urgency that requires your attention. I'm aware I could have written to the venerable Arch Mage or to his majesty the Emperor but the way I see it, I i
They have been tricked, deceived by their own god. Originally kindred spirits on the hunt for knowledge and immortality, they've given themselves tuno the dark currents in an effort to instill meaning in undeath and grant bliss to those not destined
She woke, engulfed by cruel light, surrounded by curious architecture reflecting the oppressive incandescence in this place. Where was she? How did she end up here?
Looking at the mirroring ground, she noticed her stark nakedn
Night has turned into dawn and dawn has turned into morning when I realized we completely disregarded the College schedule during our experiments! Immediately notifying Marcus of this, packing my belongings hurriedly, he nodded in response and quic
From my strange and disquieting dreams, I suddenly woke to a knock at the door of the Hall of Countenance, surprisingly early in the morning. It was about two hours short of sunrise and dizzy from sleep deprivation, being so aggressively robbed of
The weeks at the College passed by, and I was soon promoted to adept title, as were Marcus and Shelivah, being forced to migrate our belongings from the Hall of Attainment to the Hall of Countenance, wherein more advanced mages dwelt. As time wen
As he closed in, he gently pushed back his hood with his left hand while still holding onto his mug with the other, illuminating his features in the yellow-orangey light of the inn's fireplace. His skin was pallid and his hair and beard, both quite
As I lie here on my deathbed in the old, slightly rundown farmhouse, with its overgrown gambrel roof and the small tool shed swaying back and forth from the wind in the withering garden wildly growing throughout the backyard, my last will and testa
I have already told you all I know about the incident from last night and I'm positive that no new revelations will surface upon retelling of the events that transpired. But if you must hear it again, I'll oblige if you insist. So. Let me start from
Set in 3E 433 Cyrodill, Shades of Oblivion focuses on the story of Jaciel Morgen, a Greater Nocturnal from Shade Perilous whom, like her kin, are more human than the Daed
This is a little short story for an upcoming build I'm working on! I decided to post it early to get a feel for how people like it and hopefully make sure to answer any questions about this potential Guild before I actually post the build.
I could see the smoke and smell the burning of flesh long before Helgen came into view. The rancid aroma was enough to make my stomach turn. I encountered the scent before, but only in passing; never had the stench been so potent
So after much deliberation- and some affirmation from Lee- I've decided to post this rather short, super emotional story. Please use discretion when ready as it covers a wild range of topics and implies heavier themes such as mental illness
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,