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 13 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
Skyrim - Tale of a Legend: Chapter 7As Nazir and I walk through Dawnstar, I take note of how people seem to cower before my companion. I see people shudder as he walks by, and mothers ushering children either indoors or behind them. I make a mental note to ask him about this later.Skyrim - Tale of a Legend: Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We pass a shabby looking building at the end of the town, and I hear Nazir mention something about a Mythic Dawn museum being here and also being completely pointless now its abandoned. We carry on walking past the small house and start to walk away from Dawnstar completely.
I know Nazir said this place was on the outskirts, but I couldn't help but feel slight paranoia build up at the thought of people being scared of the very man that's now leading me away into solitary.
We pass around the headland and come to a cluster of rocks, Nazir leads me around them a little more before I can see they open out into a pathway... with a horrific door at the end.
"This, my friend, is the Black Door," Nazir said, pulling me closer to it.
I nearly jumped ou
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.15 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
Walk With Me: The Argonian and the LionessWalk With Me: The Argonian and the Lioness3 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