Hail, adventurers! I just wanted to briefly preface this so that it has some context. I've been working on worldbuilding for a for almost a year now on a world for a planned book series (eventually maybe hopefully possibly) called An Age of Ruin, bas
As Selene’s light breaks the twilight, I follow the winged messenger, descending in a perpetual spiral toward an eternity that lies beyond the ken of man.
I am given two paths; one of serene fields awash with unfathomable beauty, the o
“Two nights in a row”, Risa thought with black gems in her bag. She was raiding again that night. It was the first time she did consecutive raids since she was still doing her Musha Shugyo. However, this time she was in a vampires' lair. She wanted t
One could always find my nose in a good book. There were so many out in the world and in many different languages of the inhabitants of Nirn. Such history, such lore of every known people.
There is nothing like heading to a meeting between two of one of the strongest vampire clans alive. What made the experience all the better was simple really. They had grand taste in where to hold it.
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
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.
The home of the next unfortunate Overlord was a barrow somewhere in the Jerall mountains. It was a cold and damp night. It smelled like moss and decomposing wood. Only faint noises like droplets and slow footsteps can be heard. It was dark, but she c
The next morning was colder than the usual winter morning. It was completely silent. The winds weren't even howling. The clouds covered the Jerall mountains so the Pale Pass was blanketed by fog. Gradually, the chattering of a small crowd grew louder
So, this is more of a suggestion, since I´m not very good at writing myself, but playing endless hours of oblivion (my favourite of the scrolls games so far) and closing dozens of oblivion gates during a single session gave me an Idea.
Hey y'all! I've been working on this story for awhile (since early May), and I finally decided to post it. This story is quite a read so I've added some spacers to help out my friends on mobile. For those interested in knowing, I plan on releasing a
Then it happened. The rogue Samurai drew her katana. Eljar took a step back and repeated himself in his intention to arrest her. She moved forward, sword drawn. He warned her the last time and took another step back, “I will not hesitate to strike yo
The 4E 201 midsummer sun blazed through the icy slopes of the Jerall mountains as Eljar and some other young Samurai grabbed the loot left by the Shinigami to be taken to their commander-senpai. After that, they would present the report to the Daimyo
It was a cold damp night in a Nordic barrow somewhere in the Jerall mountains. It smelled like moss and decomposing wood. Only faint noises like droplets and slow footsteps can be heard. It was dark, but she could see very well in darkness as if it w
(Skyrim - 17th of Last Seed, 4E201, The Rift near Ivarstead)
Moss green eyes locked in a mournful stare. A lingering kiss on the forehead. A scarlet red cloak fluttering in the wind amidst a wash of silver- gold lo