Dark Tiddings 4"Astrid is a fine leader. She has no reason to fear treachery. None of us would be foolish enough to turn on her." Festus asked.Dark Tiddings 43 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ashira taking a swig of her ale. She was a little tipsy from getting to know her brother better. It helped her ease her nerves "I don't mind her at all. I just don't take very kindly to one who is slashing at me. Accusing me of something i didn't do." Lying through her teeth. She was a very persuasive cat. Having to lie her way out of situations before. Even tricking her own brother of lies. She was good at what she did. To save her own skin.
Babette deiced to sit with the two "She knows that now of course. Festus i made you that Polson you needed. It on your bed. Just don't lay on it and poison yourself."
He seemed slightly irritated "Ha ha very funny. I could of made it myself you know"
Babette smirked at her "If you knew what you were brewing. I made a special poison that will make your target lose there mind while there slowly dying. A little something sp
My Own Path Chapter 29 AKA: Cicero VS LucienMy Own Path Chapter 29 AKA: Cicero VS Lucien3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This was no mere spirit, the thrall that had once been a Speaker for the Black Hand over two hundred years ago. His name had been forgotten by most over time, but those who truly embraced and followed the history of the Dark Brotherhood would remember his name: Lucien Lachance.
It was only shortly after his soul had been imprinted on the damned scroll that Lucien had found himself in the service of those who still recognized him and turned to him for guidance. Over time however, his name vanished along with his reputation. The scroll had been passed down to many different sanctuaries and Lachance found himself everywhere from his homeland of Cyrodiil to the wastes of Morrowind.
As the Dark Brotherhood continued to dwindle over time, it was no surprise that Lucien's scroll soon found itself in the permanent residence of Skyrim. It was the ghost's own fault for why he had been left to collect dust for so many years in Falkreath. He had grown resentful and those who summoned hi
Denard's ConfessionDenard's Confession3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is my chance to start over.
To be a better person.
I am finaly ready to confess my crimes.
I have done many things that I wish I had not. Many lives have been lost because of me and although they may have been bandits and I took their lives in self-defence, I still think that my carelessness is responsible for their deaths.
But that is not what has made hide the world in shame for days. The reason for that is my betrayal of my Marsh Brothers and Sisters. It was only when I had recieved the forgiveness of those that I had hurt, that I could take the chance to move on.
I am sorry Madesi.
Although you did not notice, I stole a ring from your shop. I had just talked to you and you told me about your hard work and how business was not going very well, and yet I was to egoistic to show you the slightest respect and deny the task I had been given. I stole from you but you forgave me when I helped you get your supplies later. You are a very kind person and I am sorry. In the future, I wou