Fealty's Sake - Ch1 - Good Day to be HumanFealty's Sake - Ch1 - Good Day to be Human3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
A Letter Home - page 1Dear Mommy and Daddy,A Letter Home - page 12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Guess what - I've finally figured out a way to send you letters without blowing your cover. At first, I was SO upset that I couldn't write to you - the local couriers are really sweet and friendly, but not too reliable, I mean they don't even manage to keep all their clothes on while getting from one place to another! - but then... Well, I guess you've already figured it out by now who my very special messenger is. Bet you were in for the surprise of your lives, seeing Barbas again after over two hundred years? I met him completely by accident; he says he'd had some sort of falling out with Clavicus Vile, which made him leave... So now he is hanging out with me, filling in the position of my wisecracking sidekick - and using his superduper Daedric powers to deliver letters for me!
Some long introduction, that was! The one thing that troubles me while I'm writing letters is that there are SO MANY thoughts all buzzing in my head, stepping on each other's toes! Most
Caught in the RainIt hardly ever rained in Windhelm.Caught in the Rain2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The capital of Eastmarch was too far north for much precipitation. Most of the year the land was covered with snow making growing most vegetables impossible. There were a few plants that thrived in the cold, but not enough for the Hold to survive without imports. Thankfully, there was the lucrative fishing industry to export in exchange for greens from the south.
"There are two seasons in Windhelm, little brother," Galmar used to tell Rolff when they were children, "winter and Summer's Height,"
Rolff Stone-Fist sighed as he remembered that sweet memory from when he and Galmar too young to know better, but old enough to get into plenty of trouble. It must have been at least fifty years ago, long before the Civil War and the Great War.
He missed his big brother. Galmar had always watched out for him, even when he was disgusted with Rolff. There had been years when they had been far apart. Galmar always had his duties to take him away. First, his role as
You're Still an Idiot, Big Brother"So, let me get this straight. You quit being an idiot long enough to tell her everthing. And somehow managed to dance around the part where you tell her you love her. Is that right?" Solona asked, her moss green eyes boring into him with frustration.You're Still an Idiot, Big Brother2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Garrus had been avoiding his sister since he got home. But when a Vakarian sets their mind to something...there's nothing you can do to stop them.
They sat in his room at a stalemate while Garrus silently cursed himself for not locking the door before having some "alone time". Slowly, though, Solana managed to coax out information, and occasionally needed to pause to compose herself. When he asked her what was wrong, she waved him off, saying; "It's a female thing, Taetus. You wouldn't understand."
Garrus rolled his eyes, one of dozens of things he'd picked up from Rylee and the Normandy crew. "Basically," he answered. "Go ahead, Sol. Say whatever it is you've got to say."
He'd been cursing himself every day since he left Ry
Diana Dragonborn - Part 2Middas 17 Last Seed 201 4E 7:00 PMDiana Dragonborn - Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh, wow, that's pretty," I gasped as I saw Whiterun in the distance. I had just crested the hill from Riverwood and could see the majestic city on top of its own hill on the horizon. I shifted the backpack with the supplies Alvor had given me and continued on my trek north.
On our trip to Riverwood, Hadvar had told me a bit about the local area and the general layout of Skyrim. The country was organized into nine Holds and each was governed independently by its own jarl. Most of the Holds were named after its biggest city, like Falkreath or Whiterun. The jarl of Solitude in Haafingar had been the traditional leader of the jarls and of Skyrim itself for generations.
The trouble with the Stormcloaks had been brewing politically for years regarding something that happened in westernmost Skyrim, in the Hold called "the Reach," but it officially exploded earlier this year when Ulfric killed High King Torygg.
"I heard Ulfric challenged him to a duel," I sa
The GiftIt had been a lousy day for alms. Those strutting back-biters, with all the clean clothes round their well-fed bellies and proper roofs over their big fat heads, they didn't care one bit about the likes of him, about the Warrens folk. He could spend hours and hours moping around next to their nicely swept little doorsteps, or their neat little market stalls, hand outstretched - and the only thing he'd ever get from them would be an exasperated sideways glance and a nagging lecture.The Gift2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'We'd gladly give you a septim or two, Degaine,' they'd say to him, 'But we all know you spend all your money on getting drunk'.
Well, so what if he did? What was he supposed to do, buy some yarn and knit a doily? The only way to look at this goddarn dump of a city was through a nice soft haze in your eyes; then it did not seem so awful... The buildings swayed and leaned over to you, friendly-like, and the pavement beneath your feet grew springy and bouncy, like one of those fancy beds all Warrens folk somet
Season Unending Part 1"Dammit, Ulfric got here first," General Tullius groused as he dismounted.Season Unending Part 11 year ago in Drama More Like This
There were two horses bearing the Windhelm colors already in the High Hrothgar stables as the Imperial contingent filed in. With Tullius, Legate Rikke, Jarl Elisif, Jarl Balgruuf, their housecarls, and Ambassador Elenwen's mounts included, the small shed was overly full. The Greybeards had no need for horses, but they had the building for their rare visitors. It was highly unusual for them to have this many guests at once.
"Of course he did," Elenwen said as she smoothly dismounted. "He's much closer than we were, he has a smaller contingent, and he had to be here first to prove his worth."
"He's also not going to be happy that the ambassador is here," Rikke murmured to Tullius. Elenwen smiled, not acknowledging the legate's words. "You know how much Ulfric hates the Thalmor."
"What was I supposed to do, Legate?" Tullius replied lowly. "She's higher ranked than me and has every right to be here. I couldn't exact
Cretaceous Roulette, part 1Cretaceous Roulette, part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was true, the van was nowhere near as flashy as a DeLorean, and Stephanie was sure that someone was going to point it out. New employees were always disappointed when they learned this, and there were two new employees today.
Stephanie was standing in the cavernous garage, listening to the approaching sound of two sets of footsteps in the corridor outside. Clay and Cerie Jackson had been hired in a hurry, because for the past month her group had only contained four people, and it needed six before they could set out on their next expedition. She had not yet met either of them, but there were certain things about them that she already knew, the most obvious being that they were somehow related because they had the same last name. The footsteps paused for a moment, as Clay and Cerie rounded a corner and entered the garage. Stephanie sized them up.
Clay and Cerie wore matching Hawaiian T-shirts, cargo shorts, brand-new white sneakers, and a pair of those hats which used to be worn
Diana Dragonborn - Part 6Fredas 23 Heartfire 201 4E 12:00 PMDiana Dragonborn - Part 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"For the last time, Farengar, I don't know anything else about dragons!" I yelled as I stomped down the hill towards the Plains District. I had gone up to Dragonsreach to turn in another bounty and had unfortunately run into the court wizard while I was there. "For Mara's sake, leave me alone!"
"Are you sure there isn't anything else?" Farengar Secret-Fire whined. "Maybe we could go over the encounter again?"
It had been a little more than a month since I came to Skyrim. As far as I knew, there had been no further dragon attacks since Helgen. I could only hope it was an isolated incident, but that didn't stop me from keeping a bow and quiver of arrows always ready by the door of Breezehome.
Nothing had stopped that black dragon. Not blade, arrow, or magic had put a single dent in that ebony black hide. I had seen him fly away with my own eyes; going gods know where. He would show up again someday, maybe in Whiterun or maybe in another Hold, but when
An Orphan's Tale 1: DillyAn Orphan's Tale 1: Dilly3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"It's been a dilly of a day." Selene could still hear Ben say it. She wasn't sure what a dilly was, but she guessed today was just that. The day had taken one hairpin turn after another until she was afraid to wonder what was next.
Selene didn't believe much in luck. She believed a person dealt with what the Divines gave her the best she could. Things happened that one couldn't always explain, but that wasn't luck. That was just the gods messing with your head. Ben had believed in luck, and they had argued about it more than most anything else. She wondered what he'd say about her luck today. She could almost hear him as he would have recounted the day's events.
Bad luck: She had been trying to cross the border from Cyrodiil yesterday when she happened upon a prisoner caravan led by Imperial soldiers. They apparently didn't like her trying to get into the province, because one of them whacked her on the head and threw her into a cart.
Good luck: She had awakened th