My name, well… that doesn’t matter. My father, well nor does he. My surname, where I’m from, it all matters. But I, am not my home.
I, am, Dragonborn. But I would not know that until the raid, but that, I knew not of until later than that.
But my legen
Read more…Hey, friends. Just discovered this Story Corner and, since I have a fond love for writing stories of any caliber - well, mostly considering the fact I actually am writing an Elder Scrolls story at the moment - I thought I'd try my hand and post my ow
Fate/Sundered Moons Chapter 3-A Knife in The Dark
Vaveli Dreth sat in the dimly lit interior of her safehouse. It wasn't exactly the Tiber Septim Hotel, but the quaint little shack on the outskirts of Falkreath would serve her well. It had all the bas
Read more…Fate/Sundered Moons Chapter 2: The Blood of Elves
Acilius Bolar stood before his Servant, the legendary Crusader, who had his hands tightly gripping his weapons. In his stained prisoner’s garb, Acilius felt very much like a peasant speaking to a high
Read more…Fate/Sundered Moons Chapter 1-Of Bulls and Elves
Erik gasped as he awoke, springing out of bed. The farmer glancing at his hand, finding his Command Seals, forming the shape of hoe, much to his displeasure, emblazoned on his skin. Erikur’s ears and n
Read more…Chapter Two: Throngarr Stone-Singer
It had been nine weeks since the events of Helgen. Bronmir was still no closer to reaching Winterhold than he had been, but at least he was making progress. He was living in Falkreath, apprentice to the blacksmith t
Read more…Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting
Bronmir drank from his water skin and sighed, wiping sweat from his brow. Who would have guessed travelling from the Imperial City all the way to Falkreath would be so…tiresome? Grunting at no one in particular, he capped h
Read more…A week. It didn't seem that long, but every day that went by was a day that Reydi spent wasting away in Whiterun's dungeons. Every day Lydia felt like she had failed her sister. Every night she went to sleep on her comfortable bed in the Bannered Mar
Read more…The towering oaken double-doors of the Palace Hall of Dragonsreach banged open with considerable force, causing no small commotion as the sound reverberated about the relatively quiet building. Even in her panicked and angry state, the magnificence o
Read more…It was a two-day journey before Lydia and Reydi got their first glimpse of the bustling trade city of Whiterun. Caravans came to and from the city in droves, headed by merchants wandering the dangerous roads of Skyrim in search of a place to sell the
Read more…"We should make camp for the night," Lydia heard Reydi say to her.
A long and painful three months had passed since the attack: a time during which the town of Falkreath had not been idle. Lydia had always been the more emotional of the two, and had w
Read more…The horn sounded, resounding all across the city and echoing across the silent forest. All of the sounds of the forest stopped as the sound from the horn reverberated throughout the valley. The small town from which the sound had originated followed
Read more…Water sloshed beneath her boots as the woman walked through the dark. The sky had been torn open, dumping a torrent of water on the land below. The raindrops fell in sheets, and the howl of the gale-force winds filled her ears. The weather certainly
Read more…Hello all. This is my first ever post here in the story corner. This is going to be a series of chapters that all collectively make up a short-ish novel that I have been working on for some time. At the onset of this project, I wanted to find some of
Read more…Magnus, Architect of Creation, God of Magic, and All-Father to the Magna’Ge, stared upon the infant Nirn as he and his children readied to depart Nirn.
As the robed figure gazed at his work, he felt someone tap his shoulder. Turning, he found himself
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Ararvyne Varam's youth has no relevance to his story. All that is needed to know is that he's lived a little too close to the border between Morrowind and Black Marsh. Around his older teen years he found himself in the middle of an Argoni
Read more…Feel free to share any songs or playlists that get you in the mood to write or imagine! I believe music is an important motivator for any aspiring writer and it really helps me get my creative juices flowing.
HERE is a playlist for one of my stories
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The Scar Knight
by
Lywane Hearthgnese
Ex-Loremaster of the Knights of Camlorn
What I write today, I write in memory of the brave men and women who died on that horrible day, so that the truth may come to light in the near futur
Read more…The voices, can you hear them? Three Tunes. One; the voice of an ancient Dwemer Architect. He calls himself simply, the architect. Second tune; the voice of a passed member of the order as per tradition. Third tune; reason and logic or balance “ho
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Advent of the Necrolord
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Ormurus Vasotis
From the darkness will arise a force unlike any have seen before. His Grace left for this world two great gifts. The first, the Necromancer's Moon, which empowers those who seek the Da
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