The Black Legend: Chapter 1The Black Legend: Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
First there was peace, silence and darkness until sharp, violent pain erupted from her shoulder, spreading rapidly through the entire left side of her body. Consciousness wavered in and out as she rocked uncontrollably in something wooden, creaking loudly across the sound of crunching gravel. Hyascinthe briefly made out the image of a hooded figure and tried to understand the words he spoke futilely, but exhaustion and pain conquered her will and her vision went black once more.
When she came to, her eyes struggled to focus on the stone, grey walls and glowing candles. The arrow no longer lived in her shoulder and the pain was dulled down greatly. First she simply listened to the muffled voices of two men, her eyes wandering around the room, attempting to search for anything that she may need to defend herself with. She was unable to clearly hear the conversation occurring nearby and, figuring she was alone, she attempted to sit up from the bed.
The pain spread like fire from her shoul
The Dragonborn Has No TongueThe Dragonborn Has No Tongue3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Did you not hear my Commander?" the Imperial squinted down at him. "Why do you have so many..." he pointed with his whip handle at Matt's bare arms and torso, splashed and spattered in white, healed-over scars.
"He can't speak, m'lord," Pinna said, affecting a Bruma accent. They'd stripped her to the waist as well, kneeling there beside him outside the Commanders tent, and found her sole cured burn, running from breast to hip. Vagon's kiss.
Her attempt at an accent was a good idea. He'd seen Nord's killed and worse by Imperials in his time, just for being too proud and too nordic at the wrong moment, and her imitation of a certain Bruma trader they'd both known was near to perfect.
"Oh, but he can smile can he?" the second-in-charge rounded back on him, face so close that Matt could smell his meady breath. "Can't talk but he can smile? I'll make you talk, you f-" he raised a fist to strike.
A Nightingale's Tale 1: SidetrackedA Nightingale's Tale 1: Sidetracked2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Honorhall Orphanage. It had seemed so much bigger when Selene was a child. That was the way of things. The older she got, the smaller the world became. Old Grelod wouldn't look so big, either. She'd be stooped, her bones brittle with age, palsy sending terrible shivers in her bony hands. Selene wouldn't even have to use a blade. She could probably break the matron's neck with her bare hands.
But no. That was not why she was in Riften. She had made her choice, and she was going to stand by it. At least for the time being, Grelod the Kind would live. The decision had been for her benefit, not Grelod's; the desire for revenge was such a heavy burden to carry around. She wasn't an angry adolescent anymore. She was a grown woman, and a hero at that, although she hated the word. The old witch hadn't ruined Selene's life; she had shaped it, no matter how harshly. She wouldn't be where she was today if not for Grelod.
Thus, she turned her gaze away from the orphanage and walked up the stairs t
A Storm in Solsthiem Ch. 1A Storm in Solsthiem Ch. 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It felt so good to be home after days of traveling. I was the Dragonborn who slain Alduin and the one they called Stormblade, the one who lead the Stormcloaks to victory against the Empire and recently, stopping vampires from taking away the sun. All I wanted to do was sit in my home within Windhelm and enjoy a bowl of venison stew before resting in my own bed after weeks of eating rabbit and sleeping in a bed roll in the mud.
As I walked through the icy town, two people approached me; they dressed in strange garments and wore masks almost similar to the Dragon Priests of ages past. One held their hands on their hips, the other leaned against the wall of Candlehearth hall, arms crossed over their chest and looking at me.
"You there! You're the one they call Dragonborn?" asked one of the strange people, this one was female, but the race was unknown.
I looked at them with an eyebrow raised, one of my hands resting on the hilt of my battle axe strapped to the back of my Dawnguard armor.
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.
A Storm in Solstheim ch. 2A Storm in Solstheim ch. 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By experience I knew that this Temple of Miraak would be filled with ancient traps and locked doors, I would need an expert at that line of work, Arinel was my expert and now he is slaving away building a strange structure, leaving me to rely on a blade for hire. I sat in the Retching Netch leaning on the stone railing of the stairs that lead to the main area of the inn. My eyes rested on a character dressed in armor resembling the armor the city guards wore, but was less bulky. He or she wore red cloth under the gaps in the armor and green goggles over their eyes.
I approached the person, hoping they were who I was looking for; they noticed me approach and looked up to meet my gaze with their hidden eyes. Now that I was closer, I realized this person was male.
"Teldryn Sero, blade for hire" he said in a scratchy voice.
"Myräkkä Windblade," I replied holding out my hand, which he took as we greeted each other "So Teldryn, what are your skills?" I asked.
Teldryn thought for a moment bef
O/K: On our wayThe Thalmor soldier alone had been bad enough, but being exposed to his superior made Kiara feel as if she had just taken a dip in the Sea of Ghosts - of which she instantly informed her four-legged companion, who had followed her straight into the Keep, despite all the meaningful glares of the Thalmor soldier.O/K: On our way2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ondolemar regarded her more than audible complaint as one might regard the buzz of a gnat, and proceeded to shower her with even more iciness, pacing up and down along his usual route on the top of the Keep's stairs, his hands thrust behind his back, his lips barely moving, as though he was reluctant to waste the treasures of his speech on a human.
'My duty demands that I travel to a certain remote location in the wilds of the Reach. Naturally, the very notion of my travelling alone is inconceivable, a high-ranking member of the Thalmor that I am. My life is an asset of greatest value, and I require personal protection - which will be provided by you'.
Kiara blinked several time
The Nothing and The Death of FairiesThe Nothing and The Death of FairiesThe Nothing and The Death of Fairies2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Or The Power of Belief
People say that love can cure any curse, transcend logic, and will always win. They say that people will go to any lengths to avenge a wrong, jealousy will drive you mad, and honey catches more flies than vinegar. These are all powerful weapons in a story, but what give them their power? The true weapon behind all these emotions is belief. This paper will examine the lessons taught in stories about belief, the duality of belief, and how belief can be applied to people's daily lives.
To examine belief, we must first define it. According to the Miriam-Webster Dictionary Online, belief has three definitions. These are as follows:
1. "A state or habit of mind in which trust or confidence is placed in some person or thing.
2. Something believed; especially: a tenet or body of tenets held by a group
3. Conviction of the truth of some statement or the reality of some being or phenomenon espe
Dinner with the Durins-A Hobbit Fanfic“Feast?” Thranduil said with a raised eyebrow. It wasn’t a question, but more of a repeat out of disbelief. “They think having a feast is going to earn them a ticket out of here?” Thranduil asked.Dinner with the Durins-A Hobbit Fanfic2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Yes.” Legolas answered. “They promise to cook you a full and exquisite dwarven meal of your choice and they promise to tell you everything about their intentions as we feast.”
Thranduil strummed his fingernails on the armrest of his throne as he rested his head on the fist of his other hand. At first it seemed like a ridiculously stupid offer, but the more he pondered on it, the more he considered it. He actually hadn’t had dwarven food in decades. He remembered a delicious roasted stuffed pig cooked way back in Erebor’s more glorious days and rarely do elves have carnivorous cravings for rich meats, but today in particular, he was. He remembered a large cauldron of pot roast. The soft tender meat steamed when it was cut open
DragonbornThe wind blew strong that day, making a strange sad song-like sound as it rushed through all the trees, bushes and plants around me. The song came to an abrupt end as the wind crashed against the tall cliffs to a side of me, which stood tall and bare, just like most of the mountains around this area. Snow had started to settle lightly upon the ground, covering patches of grass with a pure white that was immediately broken by my boots as I advanced. Or well, would have been broken by my boots if I was walking, that is. Instead it was broken by the wheels of the cart I had found myself sitting on, which no doubt was on the way towards execution grounds of some sort. Two more carts were in front of the one I was sitting on, each apparently with six prisoners each, and then there was a another one behind with the same quantity. I had just woken up, and was as disconcerted as I could possibly be. I didn’t know where I was exactly, although I did at least get a fair idea of where I wasDragonborn1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Slenderman -4-Slenderman -4-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Third Arc Begins.
The transition was even more abrupt this time. I found myself in a rainless thunderstorm, with strong wind and a gale of fallen leaves. I was on the ground in some forgotten city, all buildings in ruin. Large, bearded, rough-looking men were all over the place. A couple of them surrounded me, but they weren't trying to corner me. They were trying to protect me. Their backs were to me, facing one direction, and when I followed their gazes, I saw Slenderman... on a high-wheeled, penny-farthing bicycle.
Then this whole battle started. The bearded guys around me all got their hands on their own penny-farthing bikes and started charging at Slenderman, whose objective was getting to me. Momentarily disoriented, I found my own penny-farthing bicycle, mounted, and tried getting away. No matter how far I rode, the battle was right behind me. My bearded allies weren't that competent against Slenderman. He always got around them somehow, and remained
:SLENDER: Ch.6:SLENDER: Ch.6:SLENDER: Ch.62 years ago in Horror More Like This
After putting on casual clothes, I slipped on my black zip-up hoddie, grabbed my bag and got into my car to drive off to the park. Getting there in a rush, I couldn't help but run to the fencing, climbing over it and hoped to find him as soon as possible. I felt that horrible.
"S-Slendy?!!!!" I called out, pulling out my mini-flashlight from my bag and turned it on.
No response came. My heart was pounding so rapidly to where it actually began hurting my chest. My hand grabbed onto the left side of my chest, the other holding the flashlight. I moved forward. I did not want to be here.
I wandered farther into the forest, until I came across a place in the distance. I squinted my eyes to see clearer, trying to see. It was a small building. But in the middle of the forest? I was confused very much about this forest. I approached the building cautiously and shined my flashlight inside the pathway inside. It was clear, and I walked inside, checking every room.
Nothing Without You Part 8Bilbo joined the other dwarves around the fire, the heat of the flames warmed his cheeks instantly. It would be dawn soon, the bottom of the sky, just above the horizon, was already beginning to glow a fresh blue.Nothing Without You Part 81 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“How is he?” Thorin asked, coming to sit beside him. His eyes were sunken and weary.
“Kili is still asleep, he seems very peaceful.” He paused and looked back over towards the brothers. Fili’s face glowed orange against the fire he had set beside his brother to keep him warm. He stared down at the soup in his hands, but didn’t seem to make any attempt to eat it. Bilbo sighed. “Fili is very concerned. He is sitting very still, eyes just focused on Kili, like he is blocking out the rest of the world”
“Because Kili is his world. They are very close, always have been.” Thorin said quietly. “I always used to think that perhaps they were too close, that it wa
:SLENDER: Ch.4:SLENDER: Ch.4:SLENDER: Ch.42 years ago in Horror More Like This
"So how are you feeling?" I asked him, slightly worried I guess.
"Better than yesterday, that's for sure."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"How are you doing with the fact that a 'total' stranger is in your house?"
"Fine, I guess… But I'm getting used to it."
And of course… he doesn't reply. I need to get used to it.
"Why do you wish to know?" I asked, getting no reply. "… Why don't you reply much?... I wish you would… It makes me wonder what's going on in the head of yours since I can't tell what you are expression due to lack of… facial features."
He silently stood up from his chair and walked over to me, looking down at me from his tall fixture. Placing two fingers on my chin, and tilted my head upwards to look up at him. My face grew slightly warm, feeling his gaze on me.
He stared at me for a moment, before I saw his head started to move closer to face. I jerked my head away from his, looking away and walked past him. Opening the back door,
:SLENDER: Ch.2:SLENDER: Ch.2:SLENDER: Ch.22 years ago in Horror More Like This
"G R E E T I N G S."
That voice… I shifted my head to behind me. There he was. Standing there about one foot away from me. My emotions, mixed and scrambled, and all at once, I had no idea what I was supposed to express at the moment. But I knew… My body reacted the wrong way… Seconds later, I had found, without consciousness that I had stabbed him in the gut. My eyes widened in shock to what I had just done. I backed away slowly, removing the knife and dropping it.
"I-I'm s-so sorry!" I trembled, scared to what may happen next.
He looked down at his gut as he stumbled forwards, kneeling down to the ground with a hand over the open wound. Looking up to me, I felt my body flinch. I wanted to run away, but I stayed put, staring down at him.
He didn't speak, I wouldn't doubt that. I finally found a bit of strength in me, and walked over so slowly towards him. A bit cautious to what he may do.
"I'm sorry…" I whispered, as I got closer and leaned over towa
The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Chapter 3The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Alicorn Scrolls
Chapter 3: Of Pride and Prison Bars
The darkness enveloped me, cradled me, hiding me away from memories and regrets. I felt at peace, as though suspended in time forever. The slight sensation of dizziness that spun around my head reminded me of the nights I spent drinking and talking blissfully with my brothers. A time now better off forgotten.
The void slowly drifted away, and pain crept to the back of my head. My senses were returning as I gradually recovered my consciousness. The first thing I noticed was the smell; a nauseating stench of death and filth with the damp, stale air of a closed space. My feathers stood up as cold finally registered in my brain and the rough sensation of stone brushed against my scales from under a bed of hay. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, too confused to discern anything of what I saw at first.
When my vision cleared, I was face-to-face with a rusty iron bar. With a muffled yelp I stumbled to my hoov