Race: Elderly Nord Male
Skills: None!! Shouting??
Shouts: All. Obviously.
Armor: Ragged Trousers and Amulet of Talos…Continue
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Weapons: None (Claws)
Armor: Ragged Trousers/Savior's Hide + Ring of Hircine/Ring of the Hunt
Spells/Shouts: None. You are not DragonBorn…Continue
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The liquid had went right down her throat and coldness went right through her body. It also tasted vile. Danifae didn't know what was in it but she shivered under the furs covering her bed. The potion was causing some sort of…Continue
Crouching in the undergrowth near Fort Amol, Danifae cast 'Laas' once again. It revealed a young mage outside the fort, apparently picking up ingredients, one inside the courtyard and one on the battlements. It was going to take a coordinated attack to take all three down without raising the…Continue
WARNING. CONTAINS EXTREME (yet unrealistic) VIOLENCE. BEWARE.
Let me begin the Tale of Carrina.
Carrina is a Breton Necromancer, decended from Calilla Lollia,one of Mannimarco's chief lieutenants. Due to this fact, she is naturally skilled at Necromancy, and her…Continue
Yamurn awoke that morning to the yipping sound of the foxes, it was the 5th of Mid Year, five days had passed since his audience with Mora, five days that he had been either memorising his spells or out in the nearby city; Falkreath, gathering supplies for the journey, he knew the reach was treacherous, the savage Reachmen ruled the hills with an iron fist, he certainly didn't want to run into them.
Yamurn put went into his cupboard and pulled out his travelling gear, a simple robe…Continue
Middas, 18 Rain's Hand, 4E 198
It's been a good while since I've last written, and much has happened. I'll do my best to summarize these last months. …
The three companions crouched in the undergrowth, across the river from the prison. They had spread out to better watch for anyone patrolling the area. Danifae used her Aura Whisper shout to check if anyone living was around. She had found this shout very useful…Continue
Nature of the Thu'um
"Dovahkiin have you ever wondered what the Thu'um is?"
As I sat on the rocks atop the greatest mountain in all of the North, I pondered the words of the Ancient Dragon in front of me. The Thu'um quite obviously was the tongue of the Dov that…Continue
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It just before the Red Year when the accident occurred. Velvos in his teenage years lived among House Redoran at Ald’ruhn, it was a harsh summer full of ash storms and hot weather. On one morning just as the sun rose to greet the day, Velvos walked out of his hut into the warm morning breeze. As the village woke, shopkeepers came out to sell their wares, people hung their laundry out to dry…Continue
Fredas, 13 Frostfall, 4E 197
Today was a terrifying day. Gathered outside of town were all the Outlanders, both of Imperial and Scaly kind, celebrating their "Witches Festival" where they do immoral summonings and disgraceful cullings, all under the pretense of "we can." After seeing these scum perform their vile rituals,…Continue
Chapter 1: Far From Home
In the wilds of black marsh a lone dunmer walks along the roads, heading north. He wears chitin armor that bears the sigil of House Redoran on his left pauldron. Armed with just a steel bastard sword, and silver dagger for protection. He stops, and…Continue
With a sense of purpose, Sotek strolled over to the intricately carved wooden double doors while his tail swung to and fro behind him. He was soon thwarted however when he tried to turn the handle. To his dismay he found the doors to be locked.
He knelt down by the bronze lock and peered inside like he was studying the mechanism within. With a sly glint in his eyes, he called out.
“Harbinger? Is there a key to the door?”
His question was met with silence. Having…Continue
Warning/Disclaimer: This short story deals with some issues that might be sensitive, mainly depression, death and mentioned suicide. If these topics are ones that upset you or are a bit to personal I would recommend really thinking about whether my mediocre writing is worth reading
One last time
My fingers outline
The stories told in the face
Of my mind's divine
Under palms I read history
Through your eyes we are glassed
Our lives lived in seconds
Through the pulse of our past
Though sewn at the soul
Padomay picks at the threads
Your touch, my last sense
Goodbye, my last breath
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