The site has a lot of amazing groups to join in case you weren't aware- The Lore Group, Roleplaying, The Story Corner, The Art Group, just to name a few. With our growing population of members, it can be hard to feel like your voice in bei
It didn't occur to me how exhausting traversing the wilds of Skyrim would be. I had just taken a carriage ride from Solitude to Windhelm and back, a journey that covered a little over half the size of the country an
“Disgusting Greyskin!” The voice of a middle-aged man drifted over the snow-covered bridge that led into the city. It was nearly dawn by the time we arrived at the stables, meaning no respectable person was out during t
I sat on the edge of my bed, gripping a muddy, bloody helm in my hands. The liquids had long dried, staining the leather with unorganized splotching. The insignia on the front differentiated it from other helmets. I
As a writer, I always have these nagging fears in the back of my mind. The loudest among them is the question, “Will they like what I wrote?” While I like to believe that if I write what I feel everything will turn out okay, the question is
I am super stoked about the increased activity in The Story Corner. I know several people have already posted great content, but a few people have been more reluctant to post. It's scary to put your personal works out there for others to re
Hey y'all! This is my submission for the Crossworlds event! I'm pretty happy with the way this one turned out, as this build is based off of one of my favorite cartoons from when I was younger. I won't give out too many details until the end so I ca
Before I joined the Forge, I had absolutely no idea what modding was. Well, correction: I knew you could add stuff to your games to make it complete chaos and essentially create a new game entirely. All I knew I learned from comical videos
Ah, how I longed to be that cold, spring breeze that ruffled your ruddy locks, or that gentle drizzle that soaked your shoulders and lighted softly upon your shivering, pink lips. I would have settled on bei
I'm back with another character profile! This particular one I've been playing with awhile but I decided to write her up for roleplay purposes. I might be working on a story that involves her too. Oops. I'm excited to get to roleplay with h
Hello all! Welcome to The Story Corner Archives! This nifty little discussion aims to make navigation of The Story Corner easier for new members and old veterans alike! The idea for this archive was taken from Curse's TES Character Build Archives but
“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.
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
Hey, guys! So I took a short break from "In Love and War", (don't worry, the next chapter will be out soon) and typed up this short story that's been bouncing around in my head for awhile. It is fantasy related, not Skyrim related, so if not allowed
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
When I regained my senses, I felt a warm hand pressed against my cheek. I instinctively leaned into the gentle touch, finding comfort in my pained state. My head ached terribly, but the feeling was numb compared to when I firs
I grunted as Gaius dropped a large sack of flour on my shoulder. The powder from inside puffed out of the small holes in the sack and surrounded me in a white cloud. Frowning, I pursed my lips and tried to blow the clou
Jorleif met me at the front doors of The Palace of Kings. The steward smiled faintly at me as I approached, like he had been expecting me for a while. The thick-bodied Nord rocked slightly on his heels, moving ever so sl