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
Lost and Found"Tell me again where we're going, lass?"Lost and Found2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mrrsizha chuckled. "I never told you in the first place, Brynjolf." He grunted irritably in response and she shot him a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see."
He exhaled softly, an exasperated not-quite-sigh, but didn't push, and for that Mrrsizha was grateful. She hadn't told Brynjolf their destination for a reason: she didn't think he'd be very happy about it.
The Khajiit's ears perked as they rounded the cliff and she stopped short, holding up a hand. Brynjolf made a questioning sound, stopping just behind her. "Lass?"
"The lantern." Mrrsizha didn't carry a lantern--she didn't need one, even in the blackest of nights--but Brynjolf did, lacking her feline night-vision. Oh, he could see well enough in the dark--any thief worth their salt could--but he preferred not to impair his vision in the wilds, if he could help it. It was all too easy for Skyrim's wildlife to sneak up on you in the dark.
He didn't answer her, but after a moment the light fr
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
Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!Bron's perfect gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was even more angry knowing that gems and gold were not too heavy for Bron, as he always stored them jealously on his own person.
Bron kept on riding, but not taking the straight route; he had accumulated an impressive amount of garb- loot, yet he still wasn't sure any of it would be of use in his next, very personal quest. Maybe raiding som
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 cameLegacy2 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.
Save Games Collide: The Fanfiction Part 1When Save Games Collide: The Fanfiction Part 1Save Games Collide: The Fanfiction Part 12 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
Firsts: BorraTheir first kiss comes as a surprise to both of them, even though Korra is very deliberate in grabbing onto his shirt front and pulling his lips to hers.Firsts: Borra2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Since making a complete mess of their first date, Korra and Bolin have made a habit of going on friendly dates whenever they have the time. Between Korra's duties as the Avatar and Bolin's probending career, it's become more difficult, but they still manage. It's been nearly two years since that first date, and Bolin takes Korra to the movies.
He thinks it's perfect for a friend's date; it has a little bit of everything. Action, romance, drama, comedy. It's actually a film he's wanted to see all year, but instead of paying attention to the plot, he spends most of it watching Korra's face in the dark. He watches the way she leans forward in anticipation during the action scenes, trying to take in every detail. During the romantic scenes she is subdued, her lower lip poking out a little thoughtfully. And they both laugh at the same thin
An Orphan's Tale 6: Lost ChildhoodAn Orphan's Tale 6: Lost Childhood2 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
SWtCW: Shadows of Nar Shaddaa pt. 1SWtCW: Shadows of Nar Shaddaa pt. 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away....
The Clone Wars: Shadows of Nar Shaddaa
The Republic's war for survival continues to rage across the galaxy; with Christophsis now firmly back in Republican hands General Kahan and Commander Nokta have been sent on a mission to Hutt Space to ensure that the powerful Hutt lords do not enter the war on the side of the Separatists.
Amidst the ghosts of Aira-ty's past, memories of old enemies loom in the shadows as Hanabi tries to cope with her feelings of rejection after Anakin took a leave of absence and left her in the care of Master Kahan. Also on the mission are a squad of clone troopers hand picked by Aira-ty for their independence and wild nature.
As they near the planet Nar Shaddaa, the Vertical City, each member of the team finds themselves wondering what awaits them in dealing with the often deceitful Hutts and their insidious clan politics centered on the Grand Council and what traps the mysterious Separatist agents sent by
I'm a Half-Blood ch. 1I'm a Half-Blood ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ψ One Ψ
The Dream Comes to Life
The dream began like this:
Manhattan, New York was one of the most beautiful cities I had ever seen. Then again, I had only visited the place a couple of times because of my mom's job, but still. The big buildings, the busy people, Central Park . . . they were all usually very full of life and in a way somewhat peaceful. But standing in Manhattan now, it was nothing compared to what I was used to.
First of all, it's not usual for you to see teen aged kids in Greek battle armor in front of the Williamsburg Bridge fighting against monster while they shot arrows and screamed for their lives. There were explosions all over the bridge, and all around the monsters were screaming and roaring as they were being disintegrated to dust. I saw the teenagers retreating back to their edge of the bridge, though many of them lying wounded on the ground, and some of them weren't even moving.
I didn't want to know why.
As if the dream hadn't been weird enough, a
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
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 12 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
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.
Crystal-la the ArgonianIn the mountains of Falkreath, there were two middle-aged Nords were busy tending their day-to-day chores around their house. The male Nord, known, as Hailstone was always considered large, even among his race. The female Nord known as Red Claw was more petite; both were approximately in their late twenties or early thirties. The two Nords lived alone in their house up in the Falkreath Mountains, with the occasional traveler or Khajiit caravan that crossed their path following the small creek. It wasn’t often the Nords received company but they made the journey to Falkreath if their supplies were low or for the occasional break from their daily routine. They normally kept themselves since they were busy with chores, hunting and gathering around their territory in the mountains.Crystal-la the Argonian1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hailstone was busy skinning a large elk that he set out on a table near the fire pit while Red Claw was weeding their garden that was along side their house. It was a typical day of tending to
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
A Jarl's drunken thoughts : Ulfric x Reader His stool was pulled out slightly more than comfortable and he had lost all regards for posture to accommodate for this position. He should be happy his armies won the war. Drove out the Imperials! But the ghosts of those he killed followed him around. He being raised a noble would have normally went for a lighter drink than Nord Mead. Tonight was for forgetting so a stronger drink was called for. The strong drink burned his throat as he scoffed it down. Being a Nord he was built for drink and could have at least nine more before passing out. He watched as the men and women celebrated. Clashing their tankards together spilling drink everywhere. A smile placed itself on his face like a vale. Light but visibly there. These people were the real children of Skyrim. They're the ones who would die for their homeland, many of the others did. The Nord took a swig of his drink and left the bar. If he was going to get drunk he wanted to do it in private. He remA Jarl's drunken thoughts : Ulfric x Reader11 months ago in Romance More Like This