“497... 498... 499...” I didn't make it a habit to have my employers count out my pay in front of me. It was time-consuming, boring, and unprofessional. For sleazy merchants like Augor Drav, I made an exception. I
I'm here with yet another short story! I lost inspiration to write not too long ago, so I went back and started re-reading some of the stories I wrote in High School. From one of them, "Shades", I pulled this short story about my first orig
“Teach me.” Shari's request caught me off guard. Out of everything she could have said, through panting breaths she managed those words- words that I was not ready to hear.
“Teach you what?” I asked, trying to play dumb for as long
Maven Black-Briar was a woman who should never be trifled with. Young, beautiful, rich, powerful, and very hot-tempered, the young Nord was a deadly cocktail. For as long as I knew her, the woman held Riften in the palm of her hand. It mat
“Think ya could get the drop on us, vampire?!” The bandit's question was rhetoric, dipped in venom and slurred by whiskey. My eyes settled on him as I leaned against the door frame, watching him sway back and forth slightly. Between his labored brea
This is a little short story for an upcoming build I'm working on! I decided to post it early to get a feel for how people like it and hopefully make sure to answer any questions about this potential Guild before I actually post the build.
So after much deliberation- and some affirmation from Lee- I've decided to post this rather short, super emotional story. Please use discretion when ready as it covers a wild range of topics and implies heavier themes such as mental illness
It's been five years since that day- the day many say the Stormcloaks destroyed the Empire. It simply wasn't true, but there is nothing we can do to change what the world might say about us. We can only tell the truth
It was odd how foreign it felt to stand upon the Katariah deck and see it entirely empty. The boards of the ship creaked in a haunted, ghostly fashion. There was no bustling of deckhands as they carried out their daily chores, n
It wasn't an hour past dawn, but already the square was full of people. Tullius hadn't kept the news of my execution a secret. People of all sorts were gathered before the stage: merchants, beggars, housewives,
The air smelled of mold and blood. In the damp, dark dungeon I found myself in, the Legionnaires saw no need to keep the place clean and dry. Everyone housed within the walls was destined to die, so why waste the pre
“That's incredible...” The orc's words wouldn't be the ones I would choose, but honestly there was nothing else that fully encompassed what had happened in Windhelm. The fall of the Sea Wall, the destruction of life, Ulfric's d
Here's a short chapter from one of the stories I have yet to publish on here. The character, Zenoya, has a profile in The Roleplay Group if you want a little more background about her! I also use Zenoya in our Roleplaying Discord, but this
With the increasing number of stories added to the site, it can be hard to keep track of them all! With page after page of heartfully crafted content, it’s hard to know where to begin. That’s why we’ve built our Library of Contents! Here,
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
Hello there, travelers! You look weary. Come kick off your boots and sit around the fire. I'll tell you the story of... Oh dear. There are so many builds to choose from, but we really don't know who our fine heroes and villains really are. That's wh
The Hist Never Forgets... Not when we were taken from our home or shoved in the Dunmer ships. Not when we were paraded in the streets and sold for shiny gems. Not when we were beaten and starved and forced to toil under Morrowind's sun. The Hist Reme
“Talia!” I heard Ulfric cry out my name. The shout forced my eyes open and had me jumping to my feet. I tried to call out for him as well, but I found myself suffocating on the air around me. It was a thick g
The swamp was just as I remembered it. The mud grabbed at your ankles, bugs bit any exposed skin, and the smell was of decay. I learned very quickly to follow the Nords who lived here as they knew exactly where to walk to av