When I emerged back into Tamriel, it seemed that no time had passed in my absence. During interdimensional travel I fell into a blissful, unconscious state. Still recovering from my delirium, I identified my immediate surroundings as the very chamber
These ancient runes have been recovered from various, old headstones strewn about all over Skyrim. Some researchers say that these runes come from the Atmoran people who inhabited Skyrim very long ago.
Mage Script is what scholars are referring to whenever they speak about the magickal and very obscure alphabet that is only ever seen in the writings of an ancient mage who went by the name of Shalidor.
Falmeris, the ancient language of the last people of the Snow Elves. A long time ago poisoned and enslaved by the Dwemer, what remains of them are scraps of their tongue and stories in the history books.
A warm breeze brushed through the fields on a summer day. The sun's golden rays kissed the swaying grass and rustling leaves in the trees. In the distance, joyous laughter could be heard. The innocence of harmless play embodied in two small hearts co
When a strange, giant tree emerged from underneath the Imperial City and brought down the White Gold Tower, the residents of Cyrodiil felt a shift happening deep inside them. The deceased rise from their graves, and murdered townsfolk return, changed
Little Gaius woke up with a smile. A blue sun kissed the house he and his parents lived in, and he knew that it would be a very special day. Because it was his birthday! Now, birthdays aren't celebrated in every culture across Tamriel but little Gaiu
Traversing the seemingly endless city grounds had become increasingly dangerous. Now that there were no more creatures that would follow me I faced the problem of reality itself standing in my way. The confusing structures posed some danger if I got
I didn't expect that this city would have a sewer system. But there I was now, standing, still naked, amidst liquid, bodily waste. When I fell through the floor I fell for about two seconds before hitting the ground. To my surprise, however, I manage
It was terribly cold within the city premises. Not outright freezing but every gust of wind was chilling me to the bone. Naked and exposed, I never realised just how cold this world could be until I was without clothes. Inadvertently clinging to my g
Bendicia. The Black City. The crumbling jewel at the heart of the Painted World. When I came to, I found myself within its walls, the gates still sealed shut behind me. It took me a while to gather my thoughts and memories in order to remember how I
In the dim light of the flaming pillar we stood motionless under a starless night sky. A world so isolated from existence that not even the very semblance of a universe surrounding it exists. The darkness stretched out from above and for the first ti
Little Gaius woke up with a smile. As the sun kissed the house he and his parents lived in, he knew that it would be a very special day. Because it was his birthday! Now, birthdays aren't celebrated in every culture across Tamriel but little Gaius ha
Nephethys and I listened to Shthelith's story during our ascent. Out of the three of us, he appeared to have been the most lucky in terms of the place that he was ejected into, although I believed that I would have been better suited for the wo
After the world stopped spinning, the sky dissolved into nothing, the light leaked out of tiny, but ever growing, cracks within reality itself until it collapsed entirely. Like an old, run-down house it crumbled around me. Every fibre of what I
Elder Script is the name given to the 70 unique glyphs that are found on the fabled and blindingly unreadable Elder Scrolls. Few have come into the possession of one and fewer still have had a look at one. Truth be told, to bring about th
It was perhaps the most harrowing moment Nephethys had ever endured. And the following days had been no less difficult. Even the preceding minutes before they reached the top of the mountain were plagued with uncertainty and discontent. When Neph
The campfire crackled softly and bestowed warmth upon him who chose to sit by its side. He had lit it moments afore. The winds were cold so close to Bruma and the nights have been getting longer since the Cursewood had appeared. A small tent with a t
Savages. Slaves to unmitigated violence at the hands of their inferior wits. Nonetheless, it was rather curious that Shthelith's name should provoke such a reaction. As if he had a hand in their banishment from Aímeri society. I had just survive