Hey, guys! So I took a short break from "In Love and War", (don't worry, the next chapter will be out soon) and typed up this short story that's been bouncing around in my head for awhile. It is fantasy related, not Skyrim related, so if not allowed
It's been five years since that day- the day many say the Stormcloaks destroyed the Empire. It simply wasn't true, but there is nothing we can do to change what the world might say about us. We can only tell the truth
It was odd how foreign it felt to stand upon the Katariah deck and see it entirely empty. The boards of the ship creaked in a haunted, ghostly fashion. There was no bustling of deckhands as they carried out their daily chores, n
It wasn't an hour past dawn, but already the square was full of people. Tullius hadn't kept the news of my execution a secret. People of all sorts were gathered before the stage: merchants, beggars, housewives,
The light of life is as fickle as the moth who flies blindly toward the flame. Always flying to close to the sun. The irrevocable fate of mortality - Severed dreams severed hopes. All have been dashed beneath the pendulum of time.
The air smelled of mold and blood. In the damp, dark dungeon I found myself in, the Legionnaires saw no need to keep the place clean and dry. Everyone housed within the walls was destined to die, so why waste the pre
“That's incredible...” The orc's words wouldn't be the ones I would choose, but honestly there was nothing else that fully encompassed what had happened in Windhelm. The fall of the Sea Wall, the destruction of life, Ulfric's d
The cold frosted earth and fallen leaves crackled underfoot like so many pieces of shattered glass, awash with the colours of liquid gold, ruby and topaz.
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 camp was desolate, void of people and noise save for the occasional breeze and biting wind. A couple of tents were fully made with belongings still contained within. The only sign of life was the smoldering fire pit before us
I crashed on the bed completely worn out from my lessons with Llyrin and Ervyna.
“By the Three I’m tired,” I thought to myself as I laid on the simply made cot located in the furthest right corner of the room. “And tomorrow I have to train wi
“Halfdan-Senpai, good morning”, unsure what to say because of his surprise when he arrived home, he just greeted him immediately. “Fresh air, Taichou. Had one too many drinks last night”, he added, blurting out a lie.
"No boy, again!" A deep, raspy voice said as the elf who it belonged to easily disarmed me. "You'll be no use to us in this war if you cannot even fight properly."
"You're supposed to train me! How do you expect me to get better if I can't even swing
The large, wooden doors to the Temple were held in place by old, worn hinges. The creaking of the doors were just audible enough in the later hours of the night to attract the attention of a few priests who were praying or talking to some o
Did Serana really believe she could hide her problem from me?
She kept it extremely well hidden, nothing short of extraordinary. Staving off the intense urge to drink in an instant was a feat worthy of praise. Self-control was something
I believe before all the vampire attacks started to manifest I once or twice called my life boring. Oh how wrong of an assumption! Not much time had passed the commotion between Xian and Lights that we received news of a dragon had attacke
Here's a short chapter from one of the stories I have yet to publish on here. The character, Zenoya, has a profile in The Roleplay Group if you want a little more background about her! I also use Zenoya in our Roleplaying Discord, but this