I was always disappointed when Skyrim didn't include a moot. Sure, if you complete the Stormcloak questline Ulfric Stormcloak is likely to gain the crown but still...I also wondered who was the best…Continue
"I do what I must do. I cannot stay to rebuild Tamriel, that task falls to others. Farewell. You've been a good friend, in the short time I've known you. But now I must go. The dragon waits" (The…Continue
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The Blight: the greatest threat we have ever faced. We do not know what caused it, we do not know why it is here, we only know to run. Tamriel might fall to his knees and bellow in pain as this disease cuts our throat, or he might flee, and live. He might slit his fellow man's throat, to steal his hunk of bread. He might burn down a village, to make sure the disease does not spread. He might even, butcher a crew of men for their armour. But he will survive, and the…Continue
All Fall Down.
Six Hated chanted in a circle,
casting magick foul and putrid,
the words coming out as a disgusting gurgle,
Cursed be these malicious druids,
who brought such a consequence to this land.
It began with black nails,
the colour of soot.
Then the chest became became as blubbery as a whales,
Not to mention their foot.
Next came the excruciating…Continue
A Demon's Weeping.
The dremora wept that night.
Remorseful of the bitter fight.
Surrounded by those who could not see further than his skin,
And would have killed him with a grin.
He wept that night.
As he felt his sorrow bite.
It flashed before him,
his childhood, so grim.
The wars and battle glee.
And the consequences only he could see.
He was called…Continue
A brimming sea,
in those deep amber eyes.
A mass of thundery hair,
on a cold patchy floor.
escape the cold cabin,
and float through the air.
A furry nose,
pushes up a limp, still arm.
A wet tongue,
licks a deathly pale face.
A gentle bark,
echoes in the lonely cabin.
A confused dog,