Daria crossed St. Roris Bridge with Jane, Jeval, and Treads behind her, all the while trying not to think too far ahead. Plans tended to fall apart in disasters. Any move plotted three steps ahead would be out of step by the time she got tha
Red Mountain fumed in the north and Balmora’s people fumed in the streets.
Maiko stood at attention behind a wooden barricade as what looked like half the city yelled invective at their leaders. Would be nice if some of those leaders came dow
Contiminus Merro, the first Imperial to visit Vivec City and come back to write about it, described the place as “… a city of shrines and saints that lies within hollow mountains rising from the churning sea, built by the living god Vivace [
Daria knew something was wrong when she woke up and realized that the blurry darkness in front of her eyes was not the same blurry darkness she usually woke up to.
She reached out to grab her glasses from the side of the desk to her left. Her
Note: Special thanks to KatikaCreations for the valuable feedback she provided! Special thanks also to Atiyatortilla, for finding the original draft of this story (which I'd lost) and sending it to me.
Jane blew on her cold-numbed hands and wished she didn’t live so far north.
Shivering, she extended her hands so that they hovered by the flickering flames in J’dash’s hearth. Rain crashed in torrents on the roof of her landlord’s junk shop,
Not that Satheri needed to ask. Tollie always wanted a snack. She smiled as the bantam guar trotted, on his little leathery legs, toward her outstretched hands full of marshmerrow pulp. Daddy had bought Tollie at the market
Students came in and out of Drenlyn Academy all the time. The academy was as transactional as everything else in Hlaalu lands: an outlander family paid the entry fees, their bright-eyed child made some connections, and then both parties went
Most of the episodes of Daria in Morrowind take place in the city of Balmora. As such, I though it would be helpful to create a map. I used Inkarnate, which is an excellent service. Unfortunately, this limited me to a more typically "medieval Europea
They called Sadrith Mora a city, but it looked more like a fungal nightmare that had erupted and grown until it covered half of the rocky island it claimed as its home.
Daria wasn’t sure she liked the place, exactly. But it was certainly memo
Daria first started practicing the arcane a week after her return from Caldera.
She did it because of the memories from the past year-and-a-half weighing down on her: Synda’s attack, the nix hound by the shrine, and Todis and Shalfar chasing
She followed her parents down High Town’s broad streets, beneath the strings of yellow lanterns and past the burbling fountains whose turbid waters caught the lanterns’ light. It was evening, warm and balmy w
(For those wondering, I'm over halfway through with the series, so we will eventually be wrapping things up--but there are still plenty of adventures for Daria before that point. Also, mild trigger warning for references to mild corporal punishment.)
The two bony protuberances stuck up from his forehead, strands of limp blond hair hanging like curtains off the sides. Dad didn’t used to wear his hair long but had started ever since they moved to Balmora. Come
Daria hated to admit it, but she kind of liked Drenlyn Academy’s library. Considering that Drenlyn existed only to help rich outlanders and rich natives exploit one another, it was remarkable that someone had taken great care in choosing the