Celonwen

Markarth was surprisingly cold. Normally the temperature was moderate, considering most other places in Skyrim, but the freezing winds from the east had crept upon the city like a bad omen, sneaking into the warmth of the stone houses through the windows and doors. The cold had never bothered Argis, but even he felt that something was wrong as even Vlindrell Hall's fireplace was unable to chase away the goosebumps that crept up on his neck. His eyes went to the door before he could even hear his Thane's footsteps. As the metal door swung open, it revealed more cold. Snow was blown inside the house by the freezing winds, the natural coldness o

The Twilight Sepulcher looked exactly as it had years ago, when he had returned the key. The deafening silence seemed to scream at him while the shadows blinded him. Dovahkiin was here for a reason. For weeks he had made it a habit to return to this place whenever he could, knowing what he would have to do eventually. The shadows around him seemed alive, telling him stories he had already known, things he had felt deep inside. Truths he wanted to ignore. And he started thinking. A dangerous thing, to let your thoughts run free, for with reflection comes realization, and the truth always hurts. If there was such a thing as truth... He shook hi

She didn't look that tough. Well, maybe she did look hardy, but not THAT hardy. She wasn't one of them skinny girls running through town, looking for a strong man to protect them and carry their shopping home or anything. Nah, there was flesh on her bones, and there were curves, but that didn't make a warrior. It did make her attractive, though. Still. She didn't look like someone who'd kill dragons for a living. She did have that confident smirk on her lips, though. No matter where they met, she always smirked. Well, she did now. She didn't at first, all these months ago, in the fields just outside of Whiterun. He did remember how she shot a