The Tale of an Argonian ch.1Gazing towards the distant mountains, Makeo let out a sigh. "Another long day," he said to himself, scratching the back of his scaly neck. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the horizon. It would be dark soon; he had to start making his way home. He stood, picking up the sack he had filled with mushrooms that day, and began walking away from his sitting place.
This sitting place was located on the northeastern edge of a hill about an hour's walk from Makeo's home. Specifically, it was against a large oak tree on the edge of the hill. He would walk to this tree with his breakfast every morning, then sit and eat while contemplating ways to escape his mundane life. After his morning meal, he would go home and do the day's work, later spending the afternoon hours collecting mushroom caps, firewood, or whatever his uncle needed. Every evening, he returned to sit underneath the tree until sunset. It was the only place where he really felt alone and free to think and dream as he please
The Tale of an Argonian ch.4Tun-Zeeus closed down his shop early in order to bring Makeo to Laikesh's house. Laikesh was the Khajiit who survived the encounter with Makeo and his travelling companions. It turned out that Laikesh wasn't a bandit at all. He was loyal to his friends, even when they decided to start robbing people. In a way, he was happy that Makeo had killed them; it released him from a lifestyle which he wouldn't have wanted if it weren't for them.The Tale of an Argonian ch.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After spending the evening with Tun and Laikesh, Makeo learned a few things. First, Rijard was his father's name. Tun said that very few people would recognize the name, so there was no point in asking random people in the city about him.
Second, Tun revealed to Makeo that he had travelled with Rijard for quite some time. They were close friends while they were together. Rijard saved his life on multiple occasions, and Tun said that he never repaid the debt.
The third thing Makeo learned, after insisting that someone tell him where he could find his fath
The Tale of an Argonian ch.3Makeo and Witseidutsei sat together for a while, discussing things of varying significance as Makeo finished his sweetroll. Eventually Makeo decided to retire for the night; it was still early, but his muscles were starting to ache. The swordfight may have been brief, but was fast-paced and the physical activity which he wasn't used to had a negative affect on his body. Witseidutsei wished him a good night's sleep. Raymus and Ali came along to the Lodge later in the evening, both having finished their own business. Raymus carried in a rather large sack of gold which he showed off to Witseidutsei--a hundred and six septims from selling the pelts and the meat. Ali simply gave Witseidutsei a quick "Hello" before going to his room; he was exhausted from walking all day and his voice was hoarse from repeatedly telling Makeo's story to just about every townsperson whose attention he could get hold of.The Tale of an Argonian ch.33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not able to sleep, Witseidutsei left the Lodge sometime after midnight to get some fresh ai
The Tale of an Argonian ch.2They arrived at the gates of Leyawiin in the late afternoon. Ali-Seezt spent a whole hour telling a couple of his old friends in the city about what Makeo had done. Raymus joined in the storytelling, exaggerating certain parts. He said that there were six highwaymen and that the leader was a big, ugly-looking Khajiit with an eyepatch. After a while, Raymus got bored of the tale and left to sell his pelts. Makeo departed as well--he needed to see his friend, and he needed to see her before Ali showed up and took over the conversation with his story.The Tale of an Argonian ch.23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Makeo straightened his swordbelt which was sagging again. Ali had insisted that he keep leader's necklace and short sword as trophies; this wasn't something Makeo would have considered otherwise. He was glad he took them though. It made him feel proud to wear the items through the city. It made him feel tough. Like a hero. Also, the items would distract people a bit from his sleeveless and bloody arm. He hadn't noticed until they started wal
Argonian's Revenge Chapter 1Argonian's Revenge Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Beginning of a Horrible Life
South of the city of Thorn in the swamps of Black Marsh of Tamriel an argonian tribe is celebrating the youngest of the tribe's hatchday. His name is Cog-rein, a 8 year old argonian going on 9. His parents just brought in a nice large uberhulk larva carcass to cook over the
His mother walked over to him and stroked his dorsal ridge and smiled. Cog-rein smiled
back. Happy hatchday my son she says as she continues to smile to her child. Cog-rein
inched towards his uberhulk prize. Several tribe elders noticed one of the scouts running
towards the huts. Cog-rein didn't notice as his mouth watered for his hatchday present.
Soon almost all the tribe's adults were in a group talking in argonian dialect. Now Cog-rein
noticed and waddled over to his parents. Whats
The Tale of an Argonian ch.6"Please, I need enough money to buy a horse," Makeo said, unintentionally sounding desparate.The Tale of an Argonian ch.63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gundalas, the owner of the store, was getting a bit annoyed. "I'm telling you, Argonian, you're asking for more than double what this necklace is worth. I would be dumb to make such a deal with you."
Makeo's heart sank; his plan wasn't going to work. The only item in his posession that could get him more money was... No, he couldn't sell his father's sword. Not in a million years. He easily had enough rations to walk to Bravil, but chances were that Ali and Raymus would come after him; his only choice was to get away from Leyawiin as soon as possible. He tried to think of something that would convince the Bosmer to pay him what he needed. "Look," he held out his satchel weighed down by Witseidutsei's generosity. "This is at least fifty septims of food. You can have this with the necklace... I know it's still not worth what I'm asking for, but... you have to understand, I need to get to Bravil,
The Tale of an Argonian ch.5Ali--The Tale of an Argonian ch.53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can not stay here any more. I am tired of living like a peasant and I am tired of being lied to. I have been trying to come up with an idea to get away from my boring life for years now. After what I have learned the last few days, I finally have a reason. Don't try to come after me; by the time you read this, I will be farther away from you than you can imagine. I am going to learn the truth about my father and hopefully find a new place to live. Tell Raymus that he can learn to skin his own animals. And I know you aren't always too tired to collect your own mushrooms--you're just too lazy. Put down your book and get outside. Since I will not be returning, you need to learn to look after yourself.
Makeo folded the note in half and placed it on the dining table in front of Ali's seat. Double-checking that he had everything he needed, he silently crept to the door, trying not to wake either of the sleeping people on his way out. The door creaked as Makeo sl
The Will of Sithis- Part 1part-1The Will of Sithis- Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Speeding through the night silently, Visril wondered what his contracts bonus could be. The suspense was terrible but the ride was very refreshing after his excursion through the caves but nevertheless he began to tire from his long journey, so he pulled out his map while he rode his horse at a slower pace to read properly. An inn was close by, just a mile away from what was shown on the map.
"Strange, that I did not see it on my way here." he said to himself.
He whipped the end of his tail on the horses flank to encourage it to go faster but was soon forced to come to a halt as there was suddenly a figure standing in the road in front of him.
"If you give drop your coinpurse I might let you live." The roadblock was obviously a bandit.
"No if you drop yours I will let you live."
"It doesn't work like that. Pay up now."
"Oh, but I am afraid it does indeed." replied Visril while trying to suppress a shit-eating grin. The corners of his mouth still turned upward.
Eventual Mod; Need voice actors/ collaboratorsGentlemen,Eventual Mod; Need voice actors/ collaborators8 months ago in Personal More Like This
As many of you know, Bethesda has recently announced that there will be no more DLC's for skyrim, and that they are moving on to their next, apparently non elder scroll AND non Fallout project. I have decided that we should send Skyrim away with a bang. So, I have decided to create a "DLC" of my own; a mod adding a Semi-Lore friendly island to the north west of skyrim. This is shaping up to be a large project, so anyone with any experiance is welcomed to work with me in creating the island. Also, I am opening up voice acting positions to anyone with a mic, so if you think your voice will fit on a nord, a high or dark elf, an argonian, or a breton, then send me a reccording of your "Skyrim Voice" at Cmingi@live.com. Be warned: I do not intend to start this project till summer, as usually summer is less busy for everyone. In the meantime, express intrest, send me recordings, and message me on skill sets. This could boom or bust,
The Tale of Mar'Ke part IThe Tale of Mar'Ke part I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Tale of Mar'Ke
A scaled figure could be seen sprinting through the dark forest "dont stop....keep going....dont slow down....dont show weakness"
he said to himself, dodging tree limbs rocks and exposed roots. It was pitch black and only the orange hue of his eyes could be seen through the hazy dark. He ran faster and faster, his breath was wavering and he was soon staggering to stay up "d...dont show.....defeat..."
he said now out of breath and in a panicked jog. He begain to cough violently and fell to the grassy earth, "no...i have to keep...going." The scaly figure streached out his arm and took a handfull of earth in an attempt to crawl away.
A sharp pain surged through his outstreached hand "you didnt expect to get away so easily did you Mar'Ke?" said a voice in the darkness.
He looked at his hand to see it pinned to the ground by a glass dagger, as his vision trailed up he was met by a pair of orange glowing eyes just like his own. "no....you...cant be....here...not no
Kyro's story Kyro, and his adventuresKyro's story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wrote this for my creative writing class a long time ago, so please be gentle with comments
Also, I have an explanation guide on the bottem, mostly because my teacher never played skyrim
The moon shined brightly over the sky, almost as if the sun had decided to give half of its power to the moon, the night wind chilled the spines of all creatures as it traveled throughout the land, snow fell down as if all the world was peaceful. And in the middle of it all there was an argonian who was screaming in his head about how damn cold it was, this argonians name was Kyro, his scales were black with hints of dark green, he had no feathered hair like others of his race but
Solitude: Prologue SOLITUDESolitude: Prologue2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The emperor was dead. The news had spread from the harbor at Solitude to Riften in two weeks. 'Titus Mede II was slain today by an unknown swordsman' the criers in Solitude yelled. Apparently his entire royal guard couldn't protect him from the poisoned blade of a Dark Brotherhood assassin. The Penitus Occulatus was in shambles. General Tulius had posted a warrant for a murderer that wasn't even seen. If he had been, no one was left alive aboard the emperor's flagship to describe him. This however, did not stop the Imperial legions attempts to quell the stormcloak rebellion. This was just more proof that the empire was the Thalmor's puppet. Even with the recent defeat of Alduin at the hands of the Dovahkiins, no Imperial, Breton or Nord under Tulius celebrated.
In Whiterun, an Argonian was reading reports in his home. "The empire has crushed all our forces outside of Riften. Only guards inside of the city stil
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Jai's day began as it had for the past hundred and eighty years; waking up, praying to Akatosh, eating breakfast and checking to see if any of his coworkers were dead. Today, Jai was pleased to find that his group of assassins had not been touched by the slowly reviving break-away sect of the dark brotherhood. Ever since that day, fifty years ago it was now, that that first, discontented, hatefull, and foolish wood-elf Gorneth had decided he wanted to kill whoever he was paid to kill as opposed to evil men. Gorneth had gathered followers, and when he left the brotherhood, a good two dozen people left, leaving the cheydinhal sanctuary a good bit more empty. And now there was a full scale gang war between
Prologue'Run. Run. Don't look back. Don't you dare look back! Just keep running 'Prologue3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Was all she could think as she ran through the dark, wasted land. It was dawn and the sun was not out just yet. Even if it was, the fog would block it out. She held her hatchling tightly to her breast; neatly wrapped in a bundle of dark blankets and she repeatedly felt up the covers to feel for her young one. The splashing of the murky thick waters and her heart pounding in her head created frenzy inside of her, causing her to run even faster, to her benefit.
"Do not give up! We will make it out of this hellish event! Us and our little girl! Quickly now, I can hear their dogs coming closer!"
This did not make the mother feel any better. The voracious barking from the wolves kept coming closer. She could almost feel they're gnawing jaws on her heels. The couple frantically ran through the forest as fast they could. The male tried helping his poor mate over large obstacles as quickly as h
Skyrim - Tale of a Legend: Chapter 1I always enjoyed helping my father around his forge in our home town in Black Marsh. Ever since I was young I helped him hurl ore from the shipping docks to his forge - even if I was younger than adolescence - then help him smelt it into bars. We worked long hours and got little pay for it, however it was enough to put bread on our table back home.Skyrim - Tale of a Legend: Chapter 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
My mother was a herbalist healer, making balms and salves to treat the sick and wounded. When I wasn't at the forge, I spent time with my mother learning about both human and Argonian anatomy alike, learning precisely where the vital organs and main arteries are in both body forms. In all honesty they aren't that different from each other.
As I hit adolescence a few years later, I started to notice I was getting a little stronger everyday I spent at the forge, even if it was only a slight bit, but I noticed I could carry slightly more each day, and help move heavier objects.
One night after dinner, my father leant on the table after my mothe
Apres SkeinThe sun shone down on the pristine white slopes of the Alpine resort, as Tara slid gracefully down the run, twisting from side to side as the edges of her skis cut into the crisp white snow. Her multicoloured ski suit was doing the job of keeping her slim body warm, while her long blonde hair was bundled up under a white woollen cap.Apres Skein2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind her, Lucinda was following as fast as she could. Although she had far more experience on a pair of skis, it hadn't surprised her that Tara would take to the sport like the proverbial duck to water. The thing that had surprised her, however, was how much she was enjoying the challenge of keeping up with her on this holiday.
They had been here for four days now, enjoying the slopes during the day and the looks from the local boys in the bars in the evening. Lucinda's father had booked one of the better chalets for their use, along with the services of a live-in chalet girl from Sweden called Anna who cooked
Desert AmbushDesert AmbushDesert Ambush2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was just a mission out in the desert. Just searching some shantytown out in the middle of nowhere looking for answers on where Eggman hid his robot factory. Why was that so difficult to Sally to do? In truth it wasn't. And she actually succeeded. The problem was just some complications.
"There are hardly any people out here," she thought to herself shortly after splitting her team up to gather intelligence. "Surly there has to be some place people go to all the time." Sally soon found herself at a local bar in the center of town. There weren't that many people around, but enough to get some information out. Sally walked up slowly to the bar staring down anyone she could so she could tell who could be a possible threat.
There was a lone man sitting at the bar, hunched over the seat and a glass of scotch in his hand. He Looked dangerous, but just the kind of guy to know a thing or two about this place. She sat next to him and leaned forward to get a bet
Damsel Drabbles GaloreBrian BearDamsel Drabbles Galore2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cute toy," Lucile remarked, pointing at the cuddly bear on Dave's shelf.
"I've had Brian since I was born. I'll just get the takeaway."
Hearing the door shut Lucile wondered aloud, "How I can surprise him when he returns?"
"I've a suggestion," said Brain, rising to his feet.
"You're alive?" Lucile gasped.
"Indeed. I know just what Dave wants."
When Dave returned, he boggled at the sight of Lucile bound and gagged with tape, writhing on the sofa. "How did you know babe?" he asked happily.
'She didn't, but I did,' Brain thought smugly, sitting motionless beside the tape roll.
All Too Easy
"How easy was that? Who abandons an unlocked car in an empty car park? It's like someone wanted us to steal it."
Terry and Simon slammed the doors of their newly acquired car, wh
Flattery Will Get You Nowhere"They're late."Flattery Will Get You Nowhere2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kay glanced again out of the window of her house, looking down at the gold watch on her wrist as she turned back in. The sunlight streamed through the window, making the bronzed satin of her halter neck dress shimmer as she walked over and sat down on the leather chair. As she crossed her legs, the skirt of her dress rose slightly up to uncover her waxed legs, the claves and feet of which were encased in a pair of the latest Grecian-style sandals.
"Of course they are, but don't worry we have plenty of time," Jane said with a smile as she sipped her cold drink. Her blue eyes twinkled as she ran her hair through her closely cropped brown hair. "It won't take us long to get to the appointment, and then we can begin to have some fun."
Kay looked over at her friend and smiled in return. "I know I know," she said as she played with her shoulder length blonde hair, "but I just want to get on with things.
Remember ThemRemember Them2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Early November, and the clear skies above the city of Oxford gave the illusion that it was a warm day. As the people walking down the street could testify by their coats and scarves, however, it was anything but warm, with a crisp autumnal wind cutting through the air. As daylight faded, the temperature dropped further.
In a quiet residential street in the suburb of Botley, the men and women were going about their usual business, not paying much attention to the cars parked nearby. In one of them, two women were having a conversation. If they had cared to look, people would have seen that one appeared older, with grey hair, while the other was in her early twenties with dark hair.
Eventually, the younger one got out of the car and placed a watch cap on her head. She turned the collar of her jacket up around her neck, and adjusted her gloves, before slinging a black leather rucksack over her shoulder and making her way past the hous