The Dragon Born: PrologueThe Dragon BornThe Dragon Born: Prologue8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Prologue: Fire Night
It was the twelfth watch of the night and all was silent in the Temple of Akatosh.
Torches burned quietly in their sconces and thousands of candles flickered like an earthbound sea of stars, placed by the altar-well in prayer by the faithful peoples of Kvatch. High above the great grey stone arches loomed through the darkness, all heavily engraved with the images of Akatosh and his fellow gods. Set high in the walls were the arched windows, each a masterpiece of coloured glass, bearing an image of one of the Nine and filling the temple with a soft coloured glow.
Kneeling upon the steps of the altar-well was Brother Martin, strong shoulders straight beneath his priests robe, but no other. His head was bent, brown hair obscuring his face. Tonight was his watch over Akatosh's altar. The greatest of the Nine had demanded in his holy writings that one of his priests always be watchful, ready to combat whatever evils lurked in the world of men
Digital CameraIn this digital screenDigital Camera2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Is a picture of your face
You look so pretty and happy
Forever and always
I click the arrow over
And the camera shows a slide
It’s you and me together
But also that other guy
He always made me angry
I never liked him around
I screamed and fought with you
Which only brought us down
The photo changes again
But this time only us
We’re holding hands together
In the park out by the bus
I remember that night clearly
And the picture changed once more
It was like it was yesterday
That I found you on the floor
I screamed out your name
And tried to find my phone
But my hands were shaking badly
And I felt completely alone
The picture on the screen
Was of your grave
There were flowers and were people
And the memories in my brain
How could I not see
That you were never truly smiling
And that all along it was
Your hurt that you were piling
Maybe it was that guy
Or maybe it was me
Or maybe it was your job;
Perhaps your family
I glare into the screen
As a recording c
LegacyIt had been months since the Stormcloak Rebellion was put down, and weeks since Alduin was finally killed. Ovictus Kostneir, the dragon born, was out on escapade throughout Skyrim. A shadow passes overhead, and in front of him, lands Alduin. Rather than attacking, he spoke of something to Ovictus in the Thu'um, Dragon tongue, before incinerating him with a single word. Hardly able to breathe, sitting upright in a cold sweat, Ovictus looked down to see his wife, Brelyna Maryon, sleeping peacefully, her gray skin shown brightly in the moon's wake. When he became relaxed, and able to breathe easier, he laid his head down, and slowly fell back asleep. He had another dream, if more vague, that caused him to feel nothing but death and destruction, a thought which inflicted a great deal of stress on Ovictus's mind. In the dream following up that one, which was just as vague, all he felt was regret, as everything in front of him vanished. The last dream was different from the dreams that cameLegacy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chant - Blessings - of MagnusChant - Blessings - of Magnus3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chant Of Magnus
By The Name Of Magnus,
May Magicka Remains Under Your Will.
By The Virtue Of Galerion,
May Your Knowledge Always Be Real.
By The Wisdom Of Syrabane,
May You Learn Sempiternal.
By The Might Of Shalidor,
May Your Insights Be Eternal.
AV LATTA OIOBALA
Morokei, Glorious Dovah Priest.
An Orphan's Tale 6: Lost ChildhoodAn Orphan's Tale 6: Lost Childhood3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The first leg of the trip back to Whiterun was rough because it rained in the morning and they had to deal with a group of bandits that afternoon. Selene was in a lot of pain, her shoulder hurting so badly at times that she had to stop and remove her outer armor to relieve the pressure against her skin. By suppertime they were exhausted, but they had eaten nothing but rations for a couple of days and wanted something more substantial, so they set up camp and went hunting. They found a deer not far from camp. They crouched behind a boulder, and Selene nocked an arrow.
"I should have brought a bow," Vilkas whispered with frustration.
"It's all right. I'll kill it if you'll cut it up and cook it."
Selene stood slowly, ignoring the pain in her shoulder as she aimed and shot, and she took the deer down with one arrow. She removed its antlers while Vilkas skinned the animal and cut into its ribs.
"Why do you take the antlers?" he asked.
"I didn't know you were a
Skyrim: UnfoldingSkyrim: Unfolding3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The tree branches above them barely held leaves, and the few that remained were glimmering golden in the morning sun. The rest of the birches were seemingly lifeless as the approaching winter was making itself felt, even in the lower regions of Skyrim. Faint traces of snow were already abundant around them, but it wasn't fully covering the ground yet. The stone road ahead of them was yet clear to see and the cold air tolerable enough for their kind.
The Khajiits didn't belong in Skyrim, with its cold weather and unwelcoming people. The feline race wasn't appreciated anywhere outside their own land really, due to their unfortunate rumor of being thieves. Not everyone enjoyed thievery, least of all these four Khajiit and their horse. Two of them were merchants while the other two were obviously guards with all the armor and weapons they carried.
The male one walked with the air of a warrior, stoic and certain. His long fur was brown, with several rings attached to his long ears and the b
The Old WoundsThe Old Wounds4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A hell, a trash pit, a paradise
All that common corny references could match it perfectly if used from certain point of view! For some it was place of desperae living, for others - just a job, for third ones - home, sweet home!
But in one thing all living there would agree comletely - it was a very grim and dark world in dozen meanings of each of this words: deadly, dangerous, evil, sinister It was the most unwelcome, unpleasant and severe place to live outside and inside Terminus system, the only thing it lacked for the ful set was flashing "NOT Welcome!" sign... And yet the waves of newcomers never ceased here!
Omega was a very crowdy station, a melting pot of all the races that galaxy had to offer: turians, batarians, humans, quarians, vorcha, krogan a dozen more species could be added to the list and still it would never be full! With all its flaws Omega had one main advantage it was a great place to get lost when you wanted to forg
Magnus, between Creation and AetheriusMagnus, between Creation and Aetherius3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praised be Magnus, the One, the Architect, the Sun of Nirn, the Gate between Creation and Aetherius.
Magicka flows through Magnus, who is Its Creator and Master. In Nirn, the coexistence of Change and Stasis produces the perfect foundation to Magicka and Time.
With Time we obtain Change, and with Magicka, we can See Change and Change the Nothing. The Creation from Nothing, and from Nothing, the Change.
From the Heart of Change, deep in the Void, the Nothing becomes Something, and then, Time begins. But Time does not Read the Stasis, but is used to See the Change, and with Change, comes Nirn.
The Dawn's Beauty, Part of Creation, Change in Nothing, Time in Stasis.
The Creation Itself is Magicka.
AV LATTA OIOBALA
Morokei, Glorious Dovah Priest.
Hawkris: RunningHawkris: Running4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Old habits die hard. Fenris reflects on meeting Le'ciel Hawke, and their relationship since then.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fenris, as he is property of Bioware (careful about saying 'property' he might slaughter the lot of them). Spoilers abound in this story, you've been warned!
I had once thought that there would be no greater pain to experience than what I experienced at the hands of Danarius. Now as I stand here, so close to Hawke and yet unable to reach for her hand, I know that I was wrong. This emptiness I feel now that I've left her is the most painful thing I'd ever felt in my life.
It is hard to believe it has been three years since that night we shared. It is even harder to believe that I've managed to let this go on this long. I have never had time to get to know another person since I escaped from my chains, it had always been paid acquaintances, expendable people to throw at my captors to keep me free a little longer. Th
FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 7Rarity sat huddled on the dressing room floor, sniffling as she beheld the task before her. On one side of her were the shoulder pads with their frayed tassels, the diamond-studded buttons and a single, chipped ruby. With them were over two dozen pieces of torn fabric, sewed together and arranged in a way that they were beginning to resemble a sleeve. Rarity found some solace in the fact the gold thread helped her know where to start, like the round edges of a jigsaw puzzle.FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But it was of little comfort, as the other side of her showed; there lay the rest of the suit, haphazardly piled. She levitated two pieces from the pile and brought them in front of her, bringing them together. She looked at them intently (or as well as she could, given her eyes would water still), swapping their positions, rotating them in place, going through every possible combination. When it became clear they didn't fit with one another, she groaned in a small, miserable voice, and threw one of the pieces back
Chapter 2: Her Mother's DaughterChapter 2: Her Mother's Daughter2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“I’ve never been to Solitude,” Dres said dismounting from his horse at the Solitude Stables. From where they stood they could see the magnificent spirals jutting from Blue Palace and the land bridge that led into the town.
“Neither have I,” Marceline said, though she felt as if she had been. Ironically, the capital of Skyrim far more resembled cities of Cyrodiil, with their cobblestone streets and quaint little stone houses. Solitude had the grace and civility that her other sister cities in Skyrim utterly lacked and thus was more familiar to Marceline than any of the previous keeps she had been to.
“So, what are we doing here, Thane? You’ve been pretty mum thus far.”
She had been, and she hated keeping Dres in the dark. Some months ago, after being fobbed off by Balgruuf to the Graybeards, she had encountered Delphine, a member of the ancient order of Blades. Delphine had charged her with raid
Out of Place: Ch 1 - The Beginning pt 1Out of Place: Ch 1 - The Beginning pt 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Out of Place
A Skyrim Fanfic Series
Chapter 1 (Feb 9, 2012)
Fredas, 20th of Sun's Dusk, 4E 201
(November 19th, 2011)
It was early June. The 6th, I think. At the time I'm writing this, the date is a bit fuzzy. I wish I would have started writing down my accounts early on, but considering the circumstances, I didn't really have any way to do so.
Anyway. I was staring out the window of my new bedroom. The sun was high in the sky, so it was sometime just after 12, maybe 2-ish. I wasn't used to living on my own. I somehow managed to find a small house in the country area. It isn't that easy to find the perfect small house, fit for one person, out in the country. I'm just not fond of living in the city with an apartment complex. For a single woman, it just isn't smart. Call me traditional, but I'd sooner have a man around, even if I'm fairly capable. Sure, I know how to shoot a gun pretty well, but what happens if some intruder has one? But I'm work
Played Jak and Daxter Too Much#1: You forget every swear word youve ever learned and use By the Precursors every chance you get.Played Jak and Daxter Too Much7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
#2: You compare everyone you meet with a Jak and Daxter character.
#3: You find a small, strange piece of machinery and youre convinced that its a Precursor artifact.
#4: You attempt to build your own Jet Board
#5: And you actually succeed!
#6: You played through Final Fantasy X again just so you can name every Aeon to their corresponding Jak and Daxter character. (Guilty!)
#7: You write fanfiction. (Guilty!)
#8: Youve convinced yourself that Jak is Mar, and you think its perfectly logical that he is his own ancestor.
#9: You have a theme song for every character, no matter how obscure!
#10: You go Oh! Oh! every time one of these theme songs comes on the radio. (Guilty!)
#11: You actually understand the time paradox in Jak II.
#12: Your mother tells you cant fall in love with a fictional character, so you tell her you
Save Games Collide: The Fanfiction Part 1When Save Games Collide: The Fanfiction Part 1Save Games Collide: The Fanfiction Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a cold, dark night out in Skyrim, which was normal for the Northern Province. However, this particular night was even darker, and colder than the others, because Winter was fast approaching. However, it also provided for a wonderful ominous setting for what was about to occur. In Skryim, the winters were some of the coldest, given its northern location in the continent. Despite everything about the place practically shouting "COLD", an Argonian man wearing Dragonscale armor, a sign of having slain several dragons, was seen walking through the roads, with a woman of Nordic descent trailing closely behind. The Argonian had dark red war paint over his eyes, and dark green scales all over his body. Two horns sprouted out from the back of his head, and smaller horns lined his eye brows. His golden eyes looked along the wild scenery, taking in the still-breathtaking sights of Skyrim. Now, just because the Argonian man h
Milk Gone Bad (Cow TF TG)After a recent string of transformations this last week, I found myself being burnt out on the whole TF scene. Transformations had begun to bore me, fatigue had set in and TFs no longer excited or surprised me. That was until breakfast this morning, that's when everything changed. You see, I had just gotten out of bed after accidentally sleeping through my alarm again. Luckily, it was a weekend so I wasn't late for my job this time. All I had planned for today was to eat breakfast, feed my beloved bird, and go outside. After brushing the sleep out of my eyes, I tossed on my housecoat and slippers and made my way downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, and opened up the fridge door. I grabbed a carton of milk, and made sure to check the expiry date very carefully. The stuff was still good, which is a good thing because I don't like to run out in the middle of the morning to get more. I took the carton of milk over to the breakfast table, and opened up the flap. I quickly poured the milkMilk Gone Bad (Cow TF TG)10 months ago in Sketches More Like This
The Realist, Cage ItThe Realist, Cage It3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Raela settled down on the ladder at the table- her feet dangling in the air. She stared for a moment at the instruments before her on the table, not hearing Fenris near the door. He watched as Raela sat there, unmoving. He couldn't tell if she were crying or not but for his sake, he hoped for the latter. It would only make his next encounter with her all the more difficult.
He gave her a moment before clearing his throat and stepping in. Her reaction wasn't what he had expected. She grabbed the small wooden rod off the table and turned in the stool with a gasp, pointing it at him as if a weapon. Fenris tried his best to hold back a laugh but a smile still formed on his lips. As Raela reckognized who he was, she lost the fear in her face and sighed.
"That's a poor weapon." Fenris said, crossing the room to stand across the table from her. She looked down at her hands, inspecting the piece of mortar and pestle she held before replacing it on the table. He shook his head as she glanced up
No Man Left Behind part 1Three lone travelers made their way along the winding road by the sea towards their destination. Hawks circled overhead seeking out a free fish meal from one of the returning ships. The sun's beam was a tangerine in color as the day was almost done and shined brightly almost blinding those who tried to look directly at the Blue Palace that stood out above the surrounding walls.No Man Left Behind part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Two mortals rode horses and the ghost followed close behind. One was a black and red Argonian and the other an Imperial protected by a glistening glass armor that shined brightly in the sun's light. To many towns they were considered heroes and protectors of the land, but they were in fact three of the core members of the Dark Brotherhood. The Argonian was known only as KaNack and he had become the leader of the Dark Brotherhood and the Listener, Cicero the jester and Keeper of the Night Mother and the Spectral Assassin that had once been a Speaker for the Black Hand.
Many Black Sacraments had been an
Vore Effect: TaliTali sat in Javik's part of the Normandy, where she waited for Liara who she invited to talk about Rannoch that had been taken from the geth few days ago. Tali sat on the steel floor when Liara came into the room.Vore Effect: Tali3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello Liara. I'm sorry about Thessia. I had a few asari friends on there."
Liara looked at the floor up until Tali poked her in the head. She looked and saw Tali giving her something. It was in a box with bows and ribbons.
"The last time we were at the Citadel, I bought this to make you feel better. It's supposed to give humans and asari extended durations of biotics." Tali said as she held the present in front of Liara.
"Thank you Tali." Liara said as she ate the pill.
Moments later, Liara began to shrink then she blacked out. What seemed like hours to Liara, she finally woke up in Jack's old basement. She looked down and saw she was naked!
She looked up and saw a suit less Tali with an N7 shirt on instead.
"Hello Liara, I see you're awake." Tali said as she put her 3 finge