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(Level One) Blog Build: Whitebeard

Race: Elderly Nord Male

Stone: Atronach/Lady/Ritual

Skills: None!! Shouting??

Shouts: All. Obviously.

Weapons: None!

Armor: Ragged Trousers and Amulet of Talos…


Added by Theodorus on December 10, 2016 at 1:30am — No Comments

(Level One) Blog Build: The Alpha Werewolf

Race: Khajiit

Stone: Lady

Skills: None

Weapons: None (Claws)

Armor: Ragged Trousers/Savior's Hide + Ring of Hircine/Ring of the Hunt

Spells/Shouts: None. You are not DragonBorn…


Added by Theodorus on December 10, 2016 at 12:00am — No Comments

This Section is for comments on Lexia's story.

This section is for comments on Lexia's story, please respect that. But please feel free to give advice, comment what you think, or what you would like to see. Any and all is appreciated, and this character is going to take a lot of work.

Added by Alexianna Rubi Bloodheart on October 7, 2016 at 8:07pm — 1 Comment

The Night Wraith Build.


1Magicka 1 Health 2 Stamina

Skills needed.

One Handed


Light Armor






In One Handed

Armsman : 5/5

Fighting Stance

Bladesman 3/3

Savage Strike

Duel Fury 2/2

Duel Savagery

In Archery

Overdraw 5/5

Eagle Eye

Power Shot

Critical Shot 3/3

In Light Armor

Agile Defender 5/5

Custom… Continue

Added by Alexianna Rubi Bloodheart on October 7, 2016 at 7:30pm — No Comments

The about.

Name : Alexianna Rubi Bloodheart (AKA, Lexia.)

Age : 19

Gender : Female

Race : 1/2 Breton, Daedra.

H.C. : Black.

E.C. : Deep Blue.

S.C. : Pale.

Height : 5'4"

Class : Night Wraith.

Personality. : Powerful and complete. She is good intellectually and requires several outlets for her energies. She is not a builder but a planner, and wants others to carry out her plans.She is bold, independent, inquisitive and interested in research. She knows what she… Continue

Added by Alexianna Rubi Bloodheart on October 7, 2016 at 6:15pm — No Comments

Diary of a Night Wraith

Greetings, and thank you for taking the time to read. Name's Alexianna by the way, or just call me Lexia. Either works. As promised, I will now begin in higher detail about how I ended up in Skyrim, and my journies thus far. So let's begin, shall we.

My story starts in Bruma, in Cyrodil, you know that small Nordic little village just over the border to Skyrim. If not, allow me to explain. Bruma is a small walled town, coated with a thick blanket of snow most of the year. Maybe… Continue

Added by Alexianna Rubi Bloodheart on October 5, 2016 at 11:30pm — 1 Comment

Skyrim RP series...Danifae (part 7) Chilling thoughts


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…


Added by William McNee on August 29, 2016 at 10:30am — 4 Comments

Skyrim RP series...Danifae (part 6) A frosty reception


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…


Added by William McNee on August 26, 2016 at 4:56pm — 2 Comments

The Tale of Carrina - Chapter I: The Coronation


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…


Added by Warlord on August 26, 2016 at 3:00pm — 3 Comments

Tales of a Seeker - Chapter IV: Pursuit

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…


Added by Mortiferous on August 25, 2016 at 3:42pm — 2 Comments

The Journal of Ralas - Part II

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. …


Added by Conjoined Planes on August 24, 2016 at 7:46pm — 1 Comment

Skyrim RP series...Danifae (part 5) Memories


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…


Added by William McNee on August 23, 2016 at 3:04pm — 1 Comment

Nature of the Thu'um

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…


Added by The Mighty DB on August 23, 2016 at 8:42am — No Comments

A Redoran Tale, Chapter 2: The Past

                                Chapter 2: The Past

   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…


Added by Velvos on August 23, 2016 at 6:00am — 1 Comment

The Journal of Ralas - Part I

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,…


Added by Conjoined Planes on August 22, 2016 at 8:33pm — 1 Comment

A Redoran Tale, Chapter 1: Far From Home

                                                    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…


Added by Velvos on August 22, 2016 at 5:52am — 4 Comments

Tale of the Tongues(Farewell Ning Edition) - By Capraicorn

Aldu-Ning's programming,

it did ruin our posts.

Scared off, the admins,

and frightened, the hosts.

Ben ran, and Tae cowered,

Sotek howled, and Malign whined.

We all, got mad,

'til a new site, we did find.

Then came, the move,

we all agreed with a nod.

Inevitable, as winter,

or a chapter of Straag Rod.

Then all heard, the music,

of Aldu-Ning's… Continue

Added by Capraicorn on August 21, 2016 at 11:03am — 9 Comments

U.O.T.W. Chapter 156 Out With The Old


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…


Added by Sotek on August 21, 2016 at 3:30am — 3 Comments

Twisting Shadows

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 

Twisting Shadows…


Added by The Mighty DB on August 19, 2016 at 9:08pm — 2 Comments


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

Added by Legion on August 19, 2016 at 2:06pm — No Comments

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