"Pain is a mere tool that separates the weak from the strong. Those who survive are destined to be great. Those who die were never worth living in the first place."
Two men walked into the tavern, with the first things on their mind being the satisfaction of their three basic needs. Four if you count the drinks. They knew the bartender there, such a fine splendor of a woman. The maid as well, with her gentle voi
Monrththir walked in to Whiterun reluctantly. The fact that he needed more arrows and protection urked him. He'd rather not walk into a town full of hateful, stuck-up people. Unfortunately, yesterday's run-in with a trio of Sabre Cats while he ran to
The morning sun peaked its way through the green trees and kissed the side of my face, waking me from my deep slumber. Glancing up from the bedroll I could just make out Serana doing the same; her hood quickly covered her head.
I stood before the crude marking of the grave, eyes to the ground and narrowed in sorrow and grief. I still couldn’t believe he was gone; he, mom, and my brother.
The arrow pierced through the air, straight and true, puncturing the vampire’s left eye. She could not let loose a sound, the head destroying the brain. Dropping to the ground like a stone, her partner had his warning, readying hi