She began running past the hungry flames. Everything was wrong and going downhill as the sounds of swords clashed upon each other as the smoke and flames munching on the air and any furniture that wasn’t overturned and looted. Her dusty blonde hair started to become blacken as she crawled under a burning oak cabinet that covered the master bedroom of the burning hideout. She wasn’t thinking about the pain as flames licked her exposed neck and began to cling on her black and red armor, studded with little steel circles on her shoulder and her legs. The flames hugged onto her as she desperately tried to push a heavy, dark wood w
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Dragon Kin, Chapter 31: Brothers and Sisters
“I don’t think Kodlak would like this,” Farkas said with a worried frown, glancing around to ensure no more of the bodies littering the road were moving. One seemingly dead man had tried to jump up and stab him already tonight, and he wasn’t taking a chance on the others.
“You know very well that he wouldn’t,” Vilkas replied tartly, cleaning the last specks of blood from his blade before returning it to its sheath. “But it doesn’t make sense to allow our enemies to form themselves into an army when it’s so much easier to kill them off in small groups before they get there.”
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I start to approach falkreath, but then I spot Cicero's carriage. I quickly hide behind a very thick tree. It was hard to look at him. It seemed he had broken my heart, by not being the person I thought he was. He didn't look how he looked when we were together. His eye’s were drained and no longer tinted with an amber glow, they seemed to be grey. The corners of his mouth however hung high. He was acting like he wasn't fazed at all. Perhaps that's how he deals with tough situations.
Stranger then all of this though, he didn't go into Falkreath. No. He went down a different path. I knew that falkreath was known for their lar
The Contract (TES fan fiction) Sequel to Skyrim Diaries: Garakh’s Journal By Ironbabygenius “Reminder, Axel,” said the hooded Argonian to his hooded Khajiit best friend. “I have been tasked to investigate a curse in a nearby orc stronghold. Perceval asked me to momentarily take charge until he arrives in Skyrim. Will you be occupied in other matters?” The two are sitting on the horse-drawn cart heading to Riften, the city of corruption. These two just recently arrived in Skyrim by boat from Windhelm. The hooded Argonian, Soren-Ja, and his Khajiit companion, Axel, were tasked with different things. Soren-Ja was asked to deal with a curse by one unfortunate individual who got wrong tidings with a Daedric Prince. Axel, on the other hand, has business on hand with someone in the Bee and Barbs. “Khajiit would not want to worry the lizard,” Axel answered back. “The cat won’t be long in town.” “I won’t be long either. I need to check up with the victim then we’ll head off to College.