TES-Dusk Before Dawn ch.1TES-Dusk Before Dawn ch.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Several weeks later. The citizens of the Imperial City were bathing in warm sunlight and enjoying a warm breeze. None could have wished for a better day to walk outside or go shopping. For Serane Dren it was a perfect day in a very special way.
She sat on a table's edge in a tavern, which was almost empty at this time of day, counting out a couple of regular customers. Serane was brushing her long reddish hair with her hand when Heathcliff entered the tavern. A happy smile brightened the young dunmer girl's beautiful face when Heathcliff made his way to her.
"Hello, sweetheart", he said, stopping before Serana and taking a gentle hold of her little hands. Serana giggled slightly. "Hello, darling."
"You wanted to talk to me about something?" Heathcliff asked. His expression hadn't changed from his usual.
Serana nodded cheerfully. "Yes, indeed. Have a seat, please." She let the man's hands go and Heathcliff sat down on a woody chair before the table. He leaned his elbow on the
Dovahkiin Chapter One: Heroes and CowardsWe were loaded onto the wagon with three other men. One of them was gagged. We didn't know each other's names, nor did we need to. They didn't speak much, and Haiden and I were mostly whispering amongst ourselves the entire ride. I told him about Mathias, and how he'd healed me before we continued walking.Dovahkiin Chapter One: Heroes and Cowards2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You're saying that Imperial helped you?" His voice was incredulous, and I knew he had a right to be skeptical. The Imperials never helped us. We've been outcasts the day we were born.
"Shh!" I hissed, squeezing my brother's hand. The three other men glanced over at us, but they said nothing. I hesitated, but then spoke in a soft whisper to my brother. "He's not a real Imperial." I said, and Haiden suddenly looked interested. "I mean, he's apart of the guard, but he's a Breton. Not a real Imperial."
Haiden groaned. "You k
Dovahkiin Short.Tobias sauntered into the darkened underground passageway, where he'd originally underwent the transformation into werewolf. That had been what seemed like ages ago for the Dovahkiin, though in reality it was only a few months. He was to have a secret meeting with Vilkas, another werewolf who had been made second in command for the Companions by Tobias himself. It was only logical after all: Tobias was a bit of a bigot and couldn't see a woman like Aela being in charge, and Farkas wasn't exactly leader material.Dovahkiin Short.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What is this all about?" Tobias began gruffly, tossing off his horned helmet. J'Zargo, his ever-faithful Kajeet companion, leaned against the wall and folded his arms, his tail twitching.
Vilkas's light eyes cut to the cat-creature. "I thought I told you we needed to talk in private."
"Khajiit will hear what you say even if standing outside the wall," J'Zargo shrugged. "But it is warmer inside, my furry f
Arthur Vitcrix: Last StandArthur Vitcrix: Last Stand2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hope may seem gone.
Courage may hang by a thread.
We may feel alone.
But one thing is for sure...
I will fight till my dieing breath.
I will help strengthen courage.
I will help hope to return.
And I will fight for what is right.
I will fight for what I believe.
I will fight for not only me....
but for everyone who I care for.
For everyone who still believes in good.
For everyone who still draws breath.
I will fight and we will win.
FOR THE EMPIRE!!!!
Skyrim's Melody"I took an arrowSkyrim's Melody2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To thine knee."
This oddball phrase
Once told to me.
From lips of all
The city guards
Well known throughout
Old Skyrim's bards.
"Once an adventurer
Just like ye.
But alas, an arrow
Took to thine knee."
Heard this once
Heard this twice
This simple phrase
Retold now thrice.
Dragon Age- Old Wounds UnhealDragon Age- Old Wounds Unheal4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dragon Age: Old Wounds; Unhealed
It had been a year since the death of the Arch demon at the hands of the Warden. Although he took the life of the blight the warden survived. Having accepted the terms of the Witch Morrigan to spawn a child which would take the soul of the old god, once tainted by the dark spawn.
The warden accepted Morrigan's ritual for his love Leliana. He has to admit it, the first time his eyes gazed into her crystal blue eyes in the Lothering Tavern his heart wanted to burst out his throat. He had finally felt what Fergus had mentioned to him the night before the Howes took Highever Castle, love. Her blood red hair short but enough to flow with the winds of Ferelden had stolen his heart before he even spoke a word to her. In some strange way he knew she felt the same, and he was right.
The night after saving Arl Eamon's son, Connor, they set up camp, Leliana confessed her adoration to the warden. Maker must be real for him to give Leliana to the
Vilkas is an emo.Vilkas couldn't quite find the words or the tune. He knew he had an obligation to the Companions, though, so he swallowed shakily one last time and focused his pale eyes on a singular patch of snowberries that decorated Kodlak's resting place at the Skyforge. Eorland glanced over at Vilkas as if to confirm he was in fact strong enough to lead the chorus, if perhaps Farkas should've been the one to sing, but finally Vilkas's lips parted and his low voice resonated from the chamber.Vilkas is an emo.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The song was a traditional one, sung for countless men in Skyrim, not just Companions, though Vilkas had never anticipated it would be for the closest thing he knew for a father. Not like this, anyway. Had he been the only one to sing for his fallen family, he wouldn't have gotten far, but Farkas picked up the echo, and then others started to sing, so that soon the choir of sorrow was heard throughout Whiterun. Those down in the village paused
A poem: Whodunit?A poem: Whodunit?4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There were six of them and then there were none,
all of them were killed, save the pitiless one.
Each of the six was invited as guest,
to search a hidden, valuable chest.
But one of them was not as it seemed,
all the rest were utterly deceived.
A long haired beauty of Breton kind,
liked by all and had a sharp mind.
There was also a tall, strong Nord,
perhaps a bit of a drunken sort.
Older lady with Breton lineage,
she claimed to have a noble heritage.
Dark skinned man from Redguard region,
he was a retired soldier of legion.
One of them had a youtfull grace,
a young woman from the Dunmer race.
Wealthy Imperial came after fun,
his smile was like a gleaming sun.
One went upstairs to her beloved's room,
but the one who she met there was her doom.
Weight of his duties made one of them sleep,
death ensured it was long and deep.
Fear made one to drink booze like flood,
but the liquid he drowned was his own blood.
One of the tree though he knew who to blame,
he took up a
Kodoku: Days of Ruin 2 "May I help you?" Ziggy asked Lin who hadn't left.Kodoku: Days of Ruin 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Nope." She replied. Ziggy noticed a fleeting smirk.
"I need to go to bed and organize my thoughts so..." Ziggy trailed off.
"If that's what you really want." Lin smirked again. Ziggy then got a good look at her for the first time as she turned to leave.
She had dark brown combat boots with tan pants tucked into them. Her pants hung lower on her right hip, revealing the waistband of a black thong. Her belt on her pants had a holster for her pistol as well as other pockets for ammunition and other equipment. She had a black shirt that completely exposed her midriff with a sleeveless tan jacket that was only buttoned at the very top.
Why not to leave the 360 onWhy not to leave your XBOX 360 on overnightWhy not to leave the 360 on3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I trudged downstairs on a lazy Sunday morning. Padding to the living room in my white bunny slippers, I cursed under my breath when I saw that my 360 had been on overnight. I hit the button.
"Where in Sithis' name are we?"
I froze. I knew that voice.
"Speaker, what happened?"
I rounded the corner into the kitchen. My jaw dropped; the whole Cheydinhal Sanctuary from my favorite game, Oblivion were there. Lucien Lachance stood In the corner of MY kitchen engaged in conversation with Teleandril. Mraaj Dar was crouched down and glaring at my cat, Indy, who also looked vicious. Antionetta Marie raided my pantry chanting "Garlic! There has to be some in here..." While Vicente Valtieri glared (and cowered) at her. Gogran began to eye the cat, as if contemplating wether or not he should pet him. Ocheeva stood at the sink, inspecting the handle. Teineeva was reading Breaking Dawn with his jaw dropped open.
"Excuse me." I said.
Myths of SheogorathSheogorath Invents MusicMyths of Sheogorath6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the earliest of days, in a time when the world was still raw, Sheogorath decided to walk amongst the mortals. He donned his guise of Gentleman With a Cane, and moved from place to place without being recognized. After eleven days and eleven nights, Sheogorath decided that life among mortals was even more boring than his otherworldly existence.
"What can I do to make their lives more interesting?" he said to himself. At that same moment, a young woman nearby commented wistfully to herself, "The sounds of the birds are so beautiful."
Sheogorath silently agreed with her. Mortals could not make the beautiful and inspired calls of birds. Their voices were wretched and mundane. He could not change the nature of mortals, for that was the purview of other Daedric Princes. However, he could give them tools to make beautiful sounds.
Sheogorath took hold of the petulant woman and ripped her asunder. From her tendons he made lutes. From her skull and arm bones he made a
Oblivion: Night OutCome, lets go for a drink!Oblivion: Night Out4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I cant say I wasnt surprised. But, then again, Sheogorath is good at that surprising people, I mean. When you expect Him to act serious, He prattles on about inanities. When you expect Him to be light-hearted, He threatens to dismember you. And when you finally expect Him to make good on all the threats Hes made He just laughs and pats you on the back.
In my time spent here in the Shivering Isles, Ive learned many things. But chief among them is this: dont expect anything from Sheogorath; youll always be disappointed.
So I just smile and say, Sure.
The Choosy Beggar is crowded as usual. The interior is warm and bright, mirroring the night outside. The moment we step into the establishment, all of the patrons cease their conversations.
Sheogorath seems pleased for a moment with the stir he caused, but His face soon clouds with a frown, Come on, resume with the merrymaking! You
Stranger (Don't Starve 2) She looked small, and scared. Perhaps one or two years younger than his own age of 25; her hair was wild and curled in brown tangles down to her shoulders. Curly bangs hung down into wary brown eyes, and a small slightly upturned nose sat over a mouth pressed tight in anxiety. Her garb was strange, to say the least, as she was wearing pants instead of a skirt, but in Maxwell’s World dressing for practicality was a must. A faded red vest was zipped up over a black turtleneck, and the ends of her black trousers were rolled up so that they stayed out from under her worn shoes.Stranger (Don't Starve 2)2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Staring at her Wilson was suddenly awkwardly aware of his own ragged appearance. His collared shirt was still recognizably white, and there were no holes in his burgundy sweater-vest, but all of his clothes were rumpled and hung slightly lose on his lanky frame, and the dark circles that usually sat under his eyes made him look slightly crazed. Uncertainly the scientist lowered his spear, straigh
Mystery Visitor It had been three weeks since Wilson had been dumped out here in the middle of nowhere by that jerk Maxwell. Three weeks of back-breaking labor spent sweating under the hot summer sun to prepare for the coming winter; three weeks of hunting, trapping, foraging, planting, swearing, and running for his life through the Godforsaken wilderness. The creatures in the night still stalked outside the safe circle of light from his campfire, and sometimes the eerie music box tune would echo across the grass and the Shadow Hands would stretch out to steal the safety of his fire.Mystery Visitor2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
His only company through the long weeks had been Chester; the bouncy, fuzzy, drooly monster-like thing which followed him everywhere. At first he’d been terrified when the orange creature had bounded out of the foliage to sit panting at his feet, but after a few days Wilson had begun to treasure the little monster as a companion. It was nice to find something else alive and friendly in this world, and snuggling
Don't Starve - Wendy's BeginningThat's what they called her, the lonely girl.Don't Starve - Wendy's Beginning7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
'They' were the other kids, the ones on the playground, the ones in school, even those who just saw her on the street.
She looked sad, not in the way that she was upset, but as though she lacked will, the will to do anything. No one knew why that was, nor did they try to find out, the reason for this was how she looked.
She was slightly small for her age, she had long blonde hair which she wore down her back in twin pony tails, as well as a bow on her crown.However that wasn't why people avoided her... It was her eyes, she always wore a fearful expression on her eyes, the rest of her face looked indifferent to the world around it, but her eyes, they were something no one dared to look at for long; they were large, and her pupils were always the smallest pinprick, she seemed to lack any form of colouring in her iris, there were just the markings there to show the existence of one. It was her eyes that kept people from making contact wi
Ch6- TravellingCh6- Travelling2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The worn out roads of Cyrodiil seemed to stretch on forever. They weaved through towns, cut through forests and over rivers, rolled over the hill ridden plains of the west and even found their ways through the peaks of the mountain ranges.
Tessa rolled her head, snapping out all the kinks that were in her neck, and gasped sharply when one broke rather stiffly. She rubbed her neck over the spot of mild discomfort and urged her horse on down the jagged path. She was so sick of travelling she didn't even turn to gaze at the Lake Rumare from the mountain peak she was on. She was certain it would have been a lovely sight, if she hadn't already seen it a million times.
The sheer sight of the tall spire of the White Gold Tower in the Imperial City from above, seeing it loom over the citizens below, the reach of the Lake Rumare and its waters which flowed through the Niben Bay and down into the Topal Sea, the vast forests of the east which were clearly visible from Tessa stood, and of course t
HungerAching, clawing, gaunt and frail.Hunger1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A hunger so deep, yet a fullness overwhelming.
Thinner..thinner...must get thinner...
Anything to stay small.
It starts with breakfast,
then you skip lunch.
Going days without dinner,
and forget about dessert.
Perfection at its finest,
because this is what you want.
those visible ribs
and dying soul.
Dragon Shouts- Marked For DeathIt had been a quiet night. No caravans, couriers, or unlucky explorers had passed by just like the past few weeks. Usually they were able to rough up some sort of traveler for money or supplies. But people were starting to catch on; they began avoiding the fort, and the Khajiit caravans were becoming more vigilant when they passed by.Dragon Shouts- Marked For Death2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The men are becoming restless sir, they are complaining that we haven't had a raid in weeks " said a bandit as he approached his leader. The Bandit Leader, an elderly Orc clad in steel plated armor, sat on a throne in a large hall, probably once belonging to a lord or some noble of esteem. They hadn't changed much of the interior since acquiring the fort, merely bringing in beds and food.
"Restless?" he grunted. "If they hadn't been so careless we'd have more fools passing by!" he exclaimed. "I told them to be discrete and to not go out too often, it would draw too much attention and the people would catch on to our location " he growled as he
TES-Dusk Before Dawn ch.2Chapter IITES-Dusk Before Dawn ch.23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh gosh, Bou", said Rellam. He and Bou were sitting on a brick fence, in the city, patrolling. Or at least they were supposed to. It was the next day after Rellam had left home. He had returned for the night and left early in the morning again.
The day was sunny and warm, as usual, but it was also slightly raining. Not even raining, the sky only shed a little drops.
Rellam wiped raindrops from his grey face. "I just yelled that all to father." He covered his face in his hands. "I'm such an idiot."
Bou, who had been with his elven friend from the very morning, was sitting next to him, leaning on his longsword with his hands. "No, you're not. It was about time he heard about your feelings."
The Breton man stroked the Dunmer's back gently, comforting him. "I read about Heathcliff's marriage. I'm sorry about that, Rel."
"You heard of it too? Yeah, it just snapped something in my head. Father was also mad, for some reason." He sat straight, lowering his hands from his face, then
Sensory DetailMulticolored hues of red brick stain the bright grey sky as windows reflect the people inside, classes being taught.Sensory Detail1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It’s chilly, wind dipping down to brush its silky hands across bare skin and to scatter the brilliant yellow leaves even further across the still bright green grass.
Sparrows chatter to the sides of the area as multiple bass keys are struck beautifully from the room next to me.
Asphalt under my feet, slate grey and sitting plainly, accenting the annoying shiny car not twenty steps away.
The sounds of cars driving pointlessly to boring normalcy spikes and my nose begins to burn.
It smells cold and is mixing with the warning of precipitation and the musky scent of leaves.
Idiots laughing and babbling fuels a burning spike in my heart because my passion for calm is being obstructed.
CryingIt feels odd to cryCrying1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bizarre texture of tears rolling down slightly reddened cheeks
heaviness of eyelids
the lump in your throat hours after purging the emotions
suffocating from the weight still on your chest
breathing in the regret and guilt that you always feel afterwards
like you shouldn't be reacting like normal people would be
even in your own space
because you feel like if you are vulnerable in any way the world will just ruin you more
the cottony feeling squeezing at your head
mixing with the exhaustion
making a dull throbbing that you cant quite explain in words correctly
i sob silently
form jerking with convulsions
and rattling with shaky breaths
gasping out rusty prayers that you know only from dealing with family
praying to shadows on the wall to make it all stop
not wanting to feel like throwing up from the effort of holding it in when it wont stop flooding out
it's a feeling you never get used to
one that you only miss when you cant get your tear ducts
Im tired of being fineYeah im fine!Im tired of being fine8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
of course im ok!
yeah im fine.
cant you see?
with these tears?
these cuts on my arms?
the pain that you,
you can see,
even through these tears,
i can see the pain around me.
the heart break,
the agony of a trust,
Im tired of being fine.
im going to be me.
of the future,
myself to sleep.
The words i write,
are nicer than,
what i feel,
blades crashing together,
in the midst of my heart,
do you hear?
the pain in my voice?
the agony in the breathing?
look closer still,
the thin lines on my wrists,
the crimson tears,
or do i still cry them?
you will know soon enough,
im tired of being fine.
i'll be honest instead.