Skyrim: New tales of the Dragonborn”Tell us about it, what happened?” One of the guards spoke.Skyrim: New tales of the Dragonborn4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The one being asked was wounded, but not lethally, as he was standing and seemed fine if one only looked at his face.
“Yeah, we heard you were there when that dragon attacked.” Another one, sitting on the only chair in the room noted.
The wounded soldier cleared his throat.
“I was on patrol, well, a rather odd patrol. I was tasked by the Jarl himself to walk to the closest burial mound. Once there, I decided to take a short rest, so I sat down at the edge of the grave’s outer circle.”
He paused and paced around, scratching his chin.
“Well come on, we others got to go soon, guard duty and what not.” The youngest one said hurriedly.
“I heard flapping. Only one thing makes that sound so loudly, so I got up and hid somewhere between the close-by trees. When I looked up, I saw a big black dragon. It spoke, in the dragon’s tongue, and the grave started to g
Spoils of War part 1: Out of the RubbleSpoils of War part 1: Out of the Rubble3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
2186 (Post Reaper destruction)
After falling through the atmosphere of Alchera, Commander Cole Shepard thought he knew what those things felt like. But only now did he truly grasp the meaning of each. And now does he consciously grasp the true extent of what his body can take.
As he lay exhausted and bleeding in his pile of rubble, the only thing Shepard could thing about was his his crew. Were they safe? Were they alive? Did the Reapers get to them? Then thoughts of the Geth and EDI filled him pain fogged mind. And a cold stone settled in his gut, and if he had any tears left he'd cry. As it was his body just shook slightly as sorrow enveloped him.
[I deserve to die here, for what I did.]
Then he remembered promise to Kaidan. How he was going to be there when this whole mess was settled. And how Kaidan better be there. And a momentary flame of drive flared up inside him. Then he looked down at his body, and the damage the explosion dealt to him.
Kairi Septim BioKairi Septim Bio4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Warning! Not Lore friendly!
Name: Princess Kairi Septim
Birthdate 11th of Sundusk 4E 183
When Kairi was 5 years old her uncle Tidus II killed her father and took possession of the throne. However Before her men could reach Kairi's Room, her guard was able to take her and escape the White-Gold Tower. During the next 14 years she was bounced from one Blades Sanctuary to another. Eventually ending up and Cloudruler Temple. During this time she met a man, his name was Rainer Sun-Fire. Kairi Felt she felt safe with him around and as time passed the two fell in love.
It was eventually discovered that Kairi was at Cloud Ruler and the Empire has his elite guard, the Penitus Oculatus to kill Kairi and destroy the temple. However she managed to escape through a series of tunnels and made it to the Pail Pass. For the first time she was truly alone, the last of the Blades including Rainer gave thei
I'm going to die here I'm going to die here. This is it, the bitter end. Survived two years since the outbreak. I had a good run...I'm going to die here3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Thoughts like this were all she could muster, bound, blinded & gagged in the trunk of a movie vehicle. They even went to such extremes as to put earmuffs on her. Struggling for air around the gag in her mouth was beginning to make her light headed and dizzy. That's when the car began to roll to a stop. She could feel her heart racing as it sank. Cardiac arrest seemed like such a friendly idea to her in what she believed would be the last minutes of her life. She felt the car doors slam and it was only moments later that the trunk opened. She knew this because she could feel it. There was fresh air that smelled of spring, or, it would have if it weren't for the lingering smell of decomposing Walkers. Hands grabbed her roughly by her shoulders and hauled her from the trunk, and tossing her aside. She managed to whimper passed the gag as sh
Here and Now “Papa!” The distressed cry rang through the forest, bouncing off tree limbs and reverberating through the gathering dusk. “Paaaaapaaaaa!!!!” Birds stirred in their nests at the forlorn call and settled more tightly on top of their nestlings, wild cattle raised their ears and lowed in uncertainty.Here and Now3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Only a few eyes spotted the small figure wandering through the brush. A human child, only about six or seven years old, was lost in the woods. Her hair was an earthy brown and hung mostly down to her shoulders, apart from the bangs that framed her frightened face and fell into icy blue eyes. The girl’s feet were bare, muddy and scraped, and her blue jumper was ripped in several places.
“Papa!” Emily sniffed and wiped her eyes on a grubby forearm. What had started as a fun game of hide and seek with her toddler brother, Joakim, had turned into a terrifying trek through the acres of woods that surrounded her house. Angrily the
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 gift3 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
A Not So Secret Family MomentA shuffling noise from the bushes on the other side of the fire quickly brought Bilbo to consciousness. He made to grab his sword as he looked up but he was rooted to the spot by a rather odd sight. A sight that made him rub his eyes free of the image.A Not So Secret Family Moment3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nope, still there.
Thorin was sitting on a fallen log with Fili sitting cross-legged facing away from him, which of course wasn't the odd thing. The odd thing was that Thorin was, of all things, braiding Fili's hair.
Now all dwarfs braid their hair, so that wasn't shocking at all for Bilbo. It was that Thorin, himself, was doing the braiding. Which caused Bilbo to rub his eyes yet again.
Again, still there.
Bilbo couldn't help but watch, swallowing hard, as Thorin slowly threaded his fingers through the dark gold locks, stopping every now and then to remove an errant twig or leaf.
His eyes were pulled from the entrancing dance those fingers were doing as they intricately plaited the golden locks when he heard
Thorin grumble at Fili, "Fil
Sleepwalking (Zoethian One-shot)Rythian twisted and turned in his sleep as a sharp pain in his shoulder intensified more and more before finally breaking him from his slumber. The tired Mage looked up from his bed, growling quietly under his breath as he made out the form of Teep in the barley lite area standing next to him, poking Rythian's shoulder repeatedly with his sharp claws. Rythian pushed himself up, informing the Dinosaur that he was awake and to stop poking him. As Rythian sat up he finally realized that the double bed he was sitting on, normally occupied by two bodies, currently only held one.Sleepwalking (Zoethian One-shot)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Mage let out a tired sigh before looking back at the Dinosaur while asking, "Where is she, Tee?"
Teep turned and began walking back out into their desert base, heading towards the animal pens, Rythian following close behind. Approaching the dog houses, Rythian spotted something metallic shine in the moonlight, smiling to himself under his mask as they walked closer, spotting Zoey curled up next to Ghost Jr and W
Simplicity [Zoethian]‘Do I love her?’Simplicity [Zoethian]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The answer, even now, isn’t as simple as a yes or no.
Rythian watches as she shifts again, covers tangled around her legs, prosthetic strewn at an unnatural angle up against the enclosure’s wall. She’s moved it again and again trying to find a comfortable spot for the foreign appendage. Even in her sleep her body could tell that something wasn’t quite right. The thought makes him sick.
Even now, nearly a month after the incident, he still can’t shake the image of her as she fell from the sky in a streak of cloth and blood… He thought she was dead. How couldn’t she be, after an explosion like that? How wasn’t she charred and blackened and broiled, torn to shreds and scattered across the landscape, obliterated beyond recognition? How wasn’t she dead?
He actually has to touch her to prove this wasn’t a dream.
Zoeya shifts under his fingers. He sh
Dreams Loss… crippling loss…Dreams2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rythian sat up gasping in bed, his purple eyes adjusting to the darkness as his flanks heaved with each shuddering intake of breath. White knuckled he gripped the sheets with both hands, his head spinning as his brain tried to cope with what he had just seen. Spiraling down, down farther out of control; crashing and burning in a tailspin of utter despair.
The mage flinched violently away from the intrusion, his shoulders curling in to shield himself from view. A hand rested itself lightly on his arm, its warmth drawing him to look over at the girl who was staring so concernedly at him.
“Rythian, are you ok?”
His throat tightened as he looked into her blue eyes. “A dream.” The man rasped out. “Only a dream.”
It had been a while since he’d had one of those particular dreams, and every time they occurred he was left just as shaken as
A Simple Thing“Goodnight Ryth.”A Simple Thing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Goodnight Zoey, sleep tight.”
Rythian leaned over and sealed the door to their makeshift tent and lay back on his bed.
It was the first day since the nuke that he and Zoey had both slept in the same place, not counting the nights he had watching Zoey sleep as she healed, and the mage waited eagerly for a sound that he hadn’t heard in nearly a month.
He was soon rewarded with the heavy, warm sound of Zoey’s sleep breathing. A simple thing really, just her breathing, but one that he had waited so long to hear.
Ever since he and Zoey had joined forces and he had begun teaching her magic, they had always been close by when sleeping and Rythian had grown used to hearing the relaxing sound when he was falling asleep.
When Zoey had gone away the first time to save Tee, he had truly realized how much the sound comforted him and it had been that alone that had driven him to start using the guest room. He didn’t know why it soothed
Yogscast Tribute- Only HumanIt was as if the world had slowed to a standstill. The shouts became dull to their ears, and the whole world around them seemed to blur as their comrade fell to the ground, clutching his chest, whereupon an arrow had struck. His arrow.Yogscast Tribute- Only Human5 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Peculier!" He could dimly hear Simon shouting to his left, but could only stare in shock as their brave and strong ally fell to the ground, his father's sword clattering out of his hand. He began to run forward, feeling as if he was in a dream. Around him, the battle raged onwards, the allies they had found along their journey bravely battling the endless armies of Israphel. But the one ally they had from the start had fallen. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening.
"Oh God, Simon." he found himself saying in a choked voice as he knelt beside a gasping Knight_Peculier, the blood pouring from where the arrow had struck. He glanced up at his best friend, and they exchanged panicked glances, both feeling as though their world had suddenly
Skyrim - Ivan Profile[Basic Information]Skyrim - Ivan Profile4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Ivan Mist-Fall
Date of Birth: 4E 176, 3rd of Frostfall
Path (Warrior, Mage, or Thief) : Warrior
Family: Thon Mist-Fall (father) , Leria White-Dagger (mother), Cora Mist-Fall (older sister), Joris Mist-Fall (older brother), Farkas (spouse), Aerona (cousin)
Faction(s): The Companions, the Bard College
Titles: Harbinger of the Companions, Dovahkiin
Appearance: Pale, with shoulder length blond hair and a scruffy little beard. His eyes are bright blue. He is skinny, but slowly building up more muscle as he uses his Battleaxe more.
Personality: Open and easy going. He likes talking and sharing stories with the many people he meets throughout his travels. Though fierce and hardy in battle, Ivan can be very naive, which ends up with people using him for their own ends. He dislikes magic and mages as a result of his brother using him as a target for his own spell practice.&
Spoils of War Part 3: Baby ShowerSpoils of War Part 3: Baby Shower3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
British Columbia, Earth
The little house in British Columbia was jam packed with guests. It was to the point of exploding. Cole and Kaidan could barely keep up with all their friends and family.
Kaidan: I'm gonna loose it. I swear if Grunt and my dad headbutt one more time...
Shepard: Baby it's fine. Eventually your dad will get a concussion and stop.
Kaidan: Not helping (he said through gritted teeth)
The sound of Grunt and Sean Alenko butting heads can be heard again. And the two husbands' focus is drawn to the part of the living room that connects to the kitchen.
Grunt: Damn. You've got a quad Sean.
Sean: What? Did you think Kaidan got it from his mother?
From her place next to Kahlee Anderson, Martha Alenko cleared her throat.
Sean: Sweety, you know I love you, but we both know Kaidan gets his heart and smarts from you and his bruteishness from me.
Martha Alenko smiled. A sweet, innocent, smile.
Martha: Oh really?
Kahlee echoed her smile, as Martha got up off the couc
Mass Effect: A Place Called HomeA Place Called Home:Mass Effect: A Place Called Home4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shepard's eyes snapped open.
The Dreams. Those damn Dreams!
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he attempted to excise the memory of the child from his mind.
He was so tired. Always so tired.
There constantly seemed to be noise around him; demands made of him, decisions haunting him.
Now there were dreams that wouldn't leave him alone, as if the migraines weren't enough.
And despite EDI's insistence to the contrary, he still heard that damn buzzing sound in the Loft.
It had to be some wiring that some Alliance tech failed to secure when they were gutting the Normandy.
He heard Ashley stir beside him. Kissing her gently on the temple, he lay back down and stared out the Loft's upper porthole.
His mind flashed to Earth to the untold numbers of dead, or worse, and to the horrors that the still living were experiencing every moment.
He remembered what Mordin once said to him. Hard to imagine galaxy. Too many people. Faceless. Statistics. Easy to depersonalize. Goo
XCOM: Enemy Beyond: PrologueThe scout was small, a three-man craft. They were thrown out at likely locations by the hundreds, crewed by only the most common and least valued troops. The odds of one of them ever finding a viable target was near zero.XCOM: Enemy Beyond: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even a one in a million chance pays off sometimes.
The scout was damaged by a chance encounter with a rogue asteroid, only reawakening when it was caught in the gravity well of a planet. It was too late for the grav-wave engines to activate, so the revived crew desperately tapped at unresponsive controls as they plummeted through the atmosphere towards the deserts of New Mexico. They did not survive the landing.
Their last panicked signals drifted through space, taking fifty years to reach their destination. The leaders received the data and changed their heading, moving towards a small blue world. They activated their engines and were gone.
A single basic ship, shattered into ten thousand pieces by an impact that turned sand to glass. This was humanity's first cont
Tennessee's Official Profile Part 1Setting: Pre Season 9 (Freelancer story)Tennessee's Official Profile Part 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Rosa Hargrove (Alias during Project Freelancer: Rosa Dalton)
Alias: Agent Tennessee
Appearance: At the height of five foot seven, Tennessee is an agile and graceful woman. She possess a very slender figure but is still formidable in combat nonetheless. To maintain her daintiness she has developed a strict workout regime, practicing her martial arts as well as weaponry skills whenever she possibly can. Because she is very light on her feet she excels in sneaking around during missions that calls for infiltration and spying.
Tennessee has a heart-shaped face and only smiles when she is content and relaxed. She has straight copper red shoulder length hair that falls down around two inches below her jawline. Her eyes are in the shape of almonds and they are the colour of sky blue. Like any other soldier she too has multiple of scars a faint one cutting through her ri
Battle RifleLooking back on it, they all could see it coming. Maybe not specifically what was coming, but they all knew it.Battle Rifle4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
CT seemed to know almost psychically that something was going to happen to Agent Washington. It could be said that she was just trying to warn everyone in the Project, and that her foreboding message was meant for them all. However, there was something about the fire in her eyes and the condescending tone in her voice that would make him think, looking back on it, that she truly was the prophetess of his doom. She left before she could actually witness the fall of those she at least suffered through trials with. She was never around to know how right she was. But her prophesies were spot on. Even before Wash had his AI.
Carolina knew something was up when he showed up late to an internals meeting. Actually, the fact that Wash showed up to any event less than five minutes early, not to mention late, was something unheard of. He rushed in, trying to get to
Minecraft: Universe (Timeline)4803 BE (Before Encounter): Dawn of Time. The End comes into existence, populated by roughly one thousand Endermen. Ender Crystals supply enough energy to support the small population.Minecraft: Universe (Timeline)4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
4645 BE: Gravitite, a pink crystal, is discovered to be supporting the floating islands of the End. Mining is difficult, but leads to an industrial revolution for the Endermen.
4644 BE: Obsidian is the first substance created using a gravitite-based transmutation process. The process is carried out again and again, creating many different substances with minor variations in the procedure.
4422 BE: The first flying machine is built by an Enderman inventor, which crashes on its maiden voyage. She is not discouraged.
4419 BE: The eighth variant of flying machine, resembling a zeppelin, makes contact with a tribe of Endermen on another island. There is celebration among both groups, who now know they are not alone.
4391 BE: The Enderman High Council, three of the wis
Call of Duty: Bullet PointsIt was a typical night in Afghanistan and by Afghanistan's standards, typical meant hotter than two rats fucking inside a wool sock and drier than an Arab's bath-mat.Call of Duty: Bullet Points4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was also eerily quiet. The silence was broken only by the faint crunch of booted feet on sun-baked ground as a company of Royal Marine Commandos consisting of three twelve-man teams picked their way cautiously towards their target which, in this case, was a small village on the outskirts of Helmand Province.
Truthfully, "village" was something of a generous overstatement. It was really little more than a collection of mud huts, surrounded by a low stone wall with occasional patches of shrubbery dotted sparsely about.
A few weeks ago it had housed several dozen small families; then the insurgents had come. They'd rousted the villagers out of their homes in the middle of the night at gunpoint, shooting anyone who resisted - and a couple who didn't, just to make an example of them - kidnapped the eldest boys
XCOM: Enemy Beyond 1: Devil's MoonThe four soldiers sat in the Skyranger, each nervous for different reasons.XCOM: Enemy Beyond 1: Devil's Moon3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do you have any idea what it is we're fighting?" Akemi asked the heavily-built Russian on her left.
"I don't know," Vinogradov said, "but I look forward to it." The Russian was a bear of a man, with a gravelly voice from years of smoking. He examined his gun again. It was bulky but well-designed, and it fit comfortably into his hand. "What is this weapon?" he asked. "It looks like the SG 550, but different."
"It's custom-made for us," Armstrong, the American, said. "Whoever these XCOM guys are, they're well-funded."
"You need to be well-funded," Sanchez said, "if you're going to fight off an alien invasion."
"Aliens, they told you?" Armstrong laughed. "Yeah, right. Probably just some militant nutjob set off a bomb."
"We weren't joking, Geoff," a voice said over the radio, making the American jump. It issued from speakers in the walls, just above their heads. "This mission is being designated Operation Devil's
Sixty Years Later..The old woman sat in her rocking chair by the warm stone hearth, watching her granddaughter read a book near the fire. It was a peaceful moment, and the woman closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. It was one of the good things in living in District Seven, it had none of the hustle and bustle of the other districts. It was quiet. The only sound was the rock of her chair, the turn of pages and the crackle of fire. But too soon, the silence was broken.Sixty Years Later..3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Grandma, what were the Hunger Games?"
The old woman's eyes flew open with shock, then she sighed. It wasn't inevitable, she thought to herself sadly. She was bound to ask some time.
"They were a punishment," the women began slowly, cringing. "A punishment for uprising against the Capitol. They used to rule over us. They had every sort of luxury you could imagine, while half of the nation was starving. Every year, 24 children, two from each district, a boy and a girl, were sent out to the Capitol, where they would fight t