Stone
Mute is the ghost upon his throne of souls.
I scream in thunder, but he does not answer.
Pillager of love, betrayer of man, your greed exceeds your station.
Holy forgiveness, a golden lie, spoken across the ages.
Vitriol and bile are far sweeter t
Read more…The Wheel
Through the ashes of our heartache, drive the demons of our own demise.
Clothed in finery and enigmas, they claim to be the architects to our evolution.
Fallacies and riddles, sung in tunes of a proclivity that serenades paradise.
Embroiled b
The Child of Night
Cloaked in nights darkness, a blackness so pure.
I curse the light that comes with dawn.
For as a moth to the flame, I burn.
The birth of a day anew heralds my slumber.
My torment dimmed by the night's profit.
My spirit is now renewed.
I
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4th Era, 175 Cyrodiil, Bruma
Thousands upon thousands stood at the gates, baying for blood since the emperor had abdicated to the terms of the elven filth. But here they still stood in open defiance. Though only numbering little more than a few hun
Read more…Downfall
Coddled beneath the façade of your false utopia. You think we are too blind to see the mask that hides the truth.
Shackled in this graveyard full of broken promises. We are cursed to be the pawns of your own malevolence.
The hourglass runs
Read more…Story of The Rider
A tale by Furrion 17
About the Story
This tale follows the journey of the old and embittered mercenary Joramund - Stormrider. Detailing his adventures and experiences through the County of Bruma and into the no
Read more…Truth
The thorns of our failures are never more prominent than when spoken by the tongue of innocence.
Honeyed words spun so sweetly to hide the foul bile within. The voice of velvet giving way to the coarse cut of a reality earned.
There is no love he
Read more…The Hour of the Wolf
Upon rough trod earth and decaying leaves.
Through tangled bushes and falling streams.
Creak of willow, the rush of wind, anticipation closing in.
A silver wisp beneath the hunter’s moon, a silent shadow when in gloom.
Scent of fear i
Read more…Solace
A favoured whisper falls on the ever-evolving tapestry that is life. A will that takes only what is needed in pursuit of a divine course that never falters in its path toward transcendence.
Questions may persist but never do they impede the de
Read more…Joramund II - The Lady in Black
4th Era 201 Cyrodiil, Bruma
The room was dimly lit, and a large somewhat worn bear skin rug decorated the floor. Next to it an armoire and a chest of draws sat neatly against the wooden wall, atop them sat a candelabrum
Read more…Svarah Blood - Blade: The Awakening
(Unknown Year: The Crypt)
Darkness.
She always woke to darkness, and even as she stirred, her fingers twitching at her sides, she wondered - was she even awake? How long had she slept? Was it light out, or dark?
It wa
Read more…Joramund I - Blood and Gold
4th Era 201, Cyrodiil, County of Bruma
The war still haunted Joramund’s dreams, even after so many years. The cries of woman and children, of his shield brothers dying. All the pain, suffering and destruction caused by the
Read more…The Flame of Time
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.
Li
Read more…Autumn's End
The morning brought with it an amber sunrise.
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.
The Icy bite of the wind threatening
Read more…The Descent
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
Ivriel - Witch Arrow A full Backstory
(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
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(Sometime before 188 4E)
Born into a minor noble house in Wayrest in the 178th year of the 4th era, Alayne was the youngest child of two children. Her mother had died giving birth to her, a truth that her brother would never let
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