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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
“I’m begging you, Misaki!” Drake cried to the blue haired woman. His eyes were bloodshot from the tears that refused to stop leaking down his face. “Please, stop this. We can defeat ZONE together!”
I am a damned vampire- a Volkihar for fuck’s sake!- not some maiden to be told what is best! I finally had a life to live after being cooped up in a cave for Bal knows how long and there is n
My eyes shot open as a hair-splitting scream filled the air. I recognized the cry as the voice of Faida. I wasted no time in sitting up, grabbing my sword that laid on the floor beside my cot. I was still in my nightwe
“That’s a lot of smoke! Were they planning on burning the place to the ground?!” Kaita called out as we passed the Western Watch tower, forcing ourselves to look upon the city of Whiterun- or rather, the remains of Whiterun.
Not bloodthirsty, hungry for power or vengeful, to an extent, like many others of her species. I may have been biased but the facts do not lie. Very few vampires in history were of pacifis
“Well this is nice,” I said trying to make small talk. Xian and I had just left Fort Dawnguad with over five-thousand gold in tow. The sun was till high in the air above us, bright yellow and orange beams barely visible warmed e
That buffoon of a vampire! I hissed. Why Lord Harkon left Orthyjolf in charge of the castle is beyond me. But at least he left very specific instructions before heading… where ever he went.
Galmar handled the news as well as expected. I was changing in the upstairs room when I heard the Nordic shouting match from the main hall. The words were muffled by the stone walls, but the reverberation of anger a