At one time, the Dark Elves of Morrowind thought it was wise to commit the atrocity of slavery. For many years, they made a business of capturing and enslaving members of the Argonian species. Needless to say, this could not go unpunished for long, as the Dark Elves were well aware when they witnessed the largest Argonian military force ever seen approaching their capital.
As chaos ensued in the streets, one of the Argonian warriors entered an ancient prison building searching for individuals to set free. Looking around, he noticed that the small building contained only one dank prison cell in the corner of the room. Seeing the two Argonians trapped inside, he hastily approached the cell and broke down the rusty, barred door.
"Thank you!" exclaimed a light-scaled female named Meesei. "We knew that our people would find us!"
"As soon as we heard the conflict outside, we knew that our vengeance had come," added her husband Nekanza, sitting in a dark corner of the cell.
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 12 years 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
Walk With Me: The Argonian and the LionessWalk With Me: The Argonian and the Lioness2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a chill in the night air and the smell of an oncoming rain shower over the town of Riften. The rain would be a welcome occurrence to the green and blue Argonian if not for the promise it would be freezing. He growled as the first few drops plopped onto his scaly head, signaling the real storm was not too far away. His shredded clothing wasn't going to keep him safe from the elements much longer; he required a new set if he wished to face the approaching storm. That, a good meal and a few fat coin purses to keep himself going for a while longer. Lifting items had become difficult in the homeland of the Nords, especially without a guild to fall back on, but since his ordeal in Solitude, he had no desire to seek out the one of Skyrim.
Walks-Without-Noise's stomach twisted and gurgled in hunger, prompting him to continue his search for a suitable house from which to "borrow" a few things. He shied away from the homes closer to the temple and Keep, not wishing to invo
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.The Tale of an Argonian ch.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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