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Of Holidays and Mothers

Title: Of Holidays and Mothers Author: NordRonnoc Game: Pre-Mass Effect 3 Characters/pairing: FemShep/Garrus, Hannah Shepard Disclaimer: Mass Effect belong to BioWare and EA Shepard stared out the window. It was almost nightfall, with the sun setting behind the tall buildings in the city of Vancouver. Snow fell from the cloudy sky, blanketing everything in a thin white layer. It was also Christmas, and it had been months since Commander Shepard turned herself to the Systems Alliance. Garrus Vakarian checked in via voice chat. He wanted to see how she held up, and the conversation went on. “Shepard, I…” Garrus coughed behi

Bits and Pieces

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Morbus Vampyrus part 3 - The Onset

Her niece is a fair-haired, rather short girl who has just turned seventeen; on Thursday they had just celebrated her 17th birthday. She goes to senior high school and after that she wants to become a nurse because she wants to help people. Also one of her dreams is to become a dentist, just like her aunt, who she so greatly admires but she doubts that she would like to study five years - such a long time - before she could get a profession. Her mother wishes that she would choose an academic career, though, something like medicine - perhaps odontology would be fine, too - or then biology or some other natural science or engineering sciences.

The Treatment

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Simply Critique

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Lithium in Skyrim: A Monster Hunter Build

MODS NEEDED ===== -4thUnknown Clannfears -4thUnknown Daedroths -4thUnknown Durzogs -4thUnknown Guar Mount and Wild Guars -4thUnknown Hungers -4thUnknown Ogrims -4thUnknown Scamps -4thUnknown’s Scamps Use Falmer Animations and Flames: Beyond Skyrim Uses 4thUnknown Scamps -4thUnknown Welwas -Address Library for SKSE Plugins -Aeonbarr: A Unique and Summonable Horse -Aetherius: A Race Overhaul -After The Civil War: Siege Damage Repairs -Agentw’s Better Wine Labels: Legacy of the Dragonborn -Alternate Start: Live Another Life -AMidianBorn Armor(Texture) -AMidianBorn Creatures(Texture) -AMidianBorn Dragonborn(Texture) -AMidianBorn Unique Items(Texture) -AMidianBorn Weapons(Texture) -Amulet Evangelism -Apocalypse: Magic of Skyrim -Apocalypse: Balance Patch -A Quality World Map(Texture) -Archery Tweaks -Archery Tweaks: Bruma Patch -Archery Tweaks: Hunterborn Patch -Archery Tweaks: Immersive Weapons Patch -Archery Tweaks: Ordinator Patch -Archery Tweaks: Rare Curios Patch -Armor and Clothing

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Mass Foundations - Character Design - The Courier

Collaborations

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TES Literature Folder

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Tes Artist

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Dragon Age Art and Literature

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Age of Oppression - PL amatorskie tlumaczenie

Za zdrowie młodości, dni co nie wrócą już Bo wiek naszej niewoli wolno kończy swój nów. Wyszarpiem Cesarstwu to co chciało nam wziąć Naszą krwią oraz stalą odbierzemy nasz dom. Niech żyje Ulfric i Wichrowy Tron! Za ich zwycięstwo zdrowie będziem pić wciąż. Myśmy dziećmi są Skyrim, mamy przodków swych krew I gdy Sovngard zawoła odpowiemy na zew. Lecz ta ziemia jest naszą i ujrzymy ją znów wolną od zmory która mąci spokój nam snu. Niech żyje Ulfric i Wichrowy Tron! Za ich zwyci&#

Native Language Stories

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Rakel and Merilar - Tesv 2018 07 12 04 20 42 334

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Hey Look At Me

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Other Games

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Wildfire - Wanda POV 1

Wanda stood by the door to the gym, observing Steve teaching Jade the basics of close-quarter combat. She had a lot to learn, but she was getting the hang of it. Her biggest problem was that she was too afraid to use her full strength. Jade was also very shy, and even though she had started to open up a bit more as time had passed, there were still a lot they didn't know. A lot she didn't tell them. But Wanda knew. She had seen it. She had seen it all. Everything. She hadn't told the others, because she felt that it was up to Jade when, and if, she wanted to tell them. But she completely understood why Jade felt the way she did. She just ho

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Comics and TV

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A Poem for Major Depression

In the world of darkness, there is no light to be seen When you’re trapped in a cage and you have to fight for the key It’s hard to say you’re happy when people ask how it’s going Since you’re drained of energy, and the pain continues growing You’re lonely and isolated; you only have your mind And you’re drowning your despair by taking a swig of wine Trynna fill in the emptiness with things that are short-lived Askin’ if anyone cares like they should have more to give And your friends are oblivious to how you’ve been feeling You want to tell them, but you really don’t want t

Poetry--All Genres

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Other Books, Other Worlds

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A:HA Ch. 11 O, for the Muse of Fire

It was a brisk morning, the cold of Windhelm giving the lie to the calendar's claim that it was spring. The air was clear with a thin quality that only came with extreme dryness, and Nala was feeling restless, practically buzzing with energy. Sounded like a good excuse to go blow up some straw targets to her, so she flounced out of bed and into a grubby tunic and breeches set she wouldn't mind getting singed. Wemie wouldn't even be able to fuss, since she was always harping at her to get out of the books a bit. All this waiting with nothing to show for it was putting everyone a bit on edge, forced to rely on whatever information the escaped Y

Collaboration Contest

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The Calm Before The Storm

The Calm Before The Storm Somewhere along the Western coastline of Lake Calenhad, in a small clearing in the forest. “This was your fault you know.” Xander muttered. He had just sat down on a log by the shore of the lake ready to do some fishing. It had taken the two of them about an hour and a half to clear out an area for them to set up camp, to put up the tents and make the fire. “My fault? How?” Cyron replied a bit in shock not knowing what he did, again. “Yea your fault. If you hadn’t mentioned that cove back there maybe we wouldn’t have had to set up camp ourselves while the girls went to ba

Summer Contest 2015

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Collaboration Contest 2014-2015

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Holiday Fun Bag

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Collaboration Contest 2015-2016

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Summer Contest 2016

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Day They Met the Dovahkiin

The day had started off well. Sunny, not too warm or cold, a few clouds that looked like nothing and everything as they shifted with the wind high up, though nothing much stirred around them, within Whiterun’s sheltering walls. Well, nothing but the wind coming out of the bigger boy’s mouth. “Come on, milk-drinker; my sister hits harder than that!” “Not a milk-drinker! You horker-breath!” Birgir could barely see through his swollen right eye, but he wouldn't let that bully from Dragonsreach know. He swung as hard as he could at the bully’s middle. He couldn’t talk if he knocked the wind out o

Collaboration Contest 2016-2017

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Chapter 8: The Scar

Continued from: Chapter 7: The Aftermath “Tell me a story,” she said, wrapping her arms around his. Ondolemar stretched lazily on the worn bedroll, slightly dazed by the soft rain of phosphorescent lights falling all around them and by the warmth of Marceline’s skin against his own. They were both thoroughly exhausted after today’s exerts in this strange land of Blackreach, but the day had been won and the prize, the dragon scroll, was laying off to their side, its jeweled case refracting light given off by the glowing orb just above their heads. “I suppose I owe you one,” he answered. He did. For wee

Courtesan Series

Literature

Ill-Gotten Gains: Prologue

Well shit, Rima thought as she raced through a corridor in Forelhost. The sound of Draugr behind her motivated greater speed from her burning legs. Rima was not an accomplished warrior. She wasn't a powerful mage. Rima Valens was, for lack of a more poignant term, a criminal. Her story is one that cannot be romanticised in any way, shape or form. Life in Cyrodiil had gotten tough with the Aldmeri Dominion running the show. Being in Bruma had meant she was closer to Skyrim's border than Hammerfell's. Sure, being in the Redguard's homeland would be better than the frigid wastes of Skyrim. Though if life had taught Rima one thing: it was that

Ill-Gotten Gains

Literature

A Betrayal Repaid: Tales of the Dragonborn 18

Surly. If I had to pick one word to describe Angel at this moment it would have to be surly. Not that I blame her really. No matter the vengeance she swore on Mercer Frey, killing him isn't her first priority at the moment. Her children are. Honestly, if Sofie and Alesan were in any immediate danger they'd be my first priority too, but, much as it pains me to say it, they are as safe as can be with Vilkas right now. Mercer, however, is set to slip through our fingers. That can't happen. He needs to die for what he's done. Angel's barely spoken to me this entire trip to Irkngthand. I know she's mad. I also know she knows I'm righ

Tales of the Dragonborn by Phsbarbie

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Briinah, 'Fifth of Last Seed, 4E 192'

Sometimes, standing outside in the summer air, she imagined that she could smell the warm sugar and tropical flora on the wind blowing up from the provinces to the south. The West Weald was so close to such extraordinary places, Elswyr and Valenwood and even stranger places beyond, so close to absolutely unknown and mysterious worlds; you’d never know it from where she stood, though, slowly sinking in the stinking mud that spread off the Strid River’s interconnected aqueducts into the farmland of Kvatch. The mud, the bugs, the miles of boring fields with a few goblin hovels hidden under rocks. Even the city of Kvatch itself was f

Briinah

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Ondoliad. Song IV

When the plan was in place, Zeuseol soared back to his glowing gold throne on Olympus, While his brother set forth to give flesh to the scheme of abduction. First, his summoned a shade that had joined his realm shortly ere he met sweet Kiare - In his life, 'twas a mer of great lore, who had perished whilst delving in ruins In search of a plant that doth beckon to pick it, akin to a siren. His soul having reaped, the king of the dead was aware of how that mer met his peril, Thus, he quoth, in a voice hard and cold, when the shade manifested before him, 'I command thee to tell all thou knowst of a plant that thee hunted In the mushroom-lit dep

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The Thrill of the Hunt: Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY The wind began to pick up as Varkana and Sonas' horses diligently trotted up the steep path. Below them, sailors and merchants hurried along the docks as shipments were brought into the warehouses and boats were secured. She could hear the waves crashing harder and harder against the docks and shore, and the boats were beginning to creak and moan. Dark clouds were slowly rolling overhead, bringing a salty gale along with it. Hopefully, the rain would at least hold off before they reached the gates. "Looks like a storm is coming," Sonas called from behind her. "Good. The more noise from the thunder, the better." Varkana could only nod in agreement, not wanting to bother with trying to shout over the howling wind. She reached back and pulled her hood over her head in an attempt to brave the weather more easily. Her stallion, however, was a stubborn animal. He kept his head lowered against the wind as he continued climbing the cliffside road. It wasn't long before he

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Wolf Queen

Literature

The Past Returns-- Prologue

Cicero sighed and walked back down the side stairs. The Night Mother still had not chosen a Listener. He was failing! He hung his head for a moment before looking up, his attention caught by the un-child. He blinked and bounced once before heading for her. Maybe if he could convince her that she should return to the Tenets… but, wait! What—who—was that? He spun on a heel and looked at the entryway. Six people filed in silently and stopped. The Keeper took in the sight of them with wide eyes, noting their appearances to himself even as Astrid strode down the stairs in the middle of the room. He flicked his eyes to her and fro

The Past Returns

Born to Kill

Literature

Song of Oblivion - Chapter Seven (Updated)

In the end, they stayed three more days in Whiterun. The following morning no carriage was available to take them north and one would not leave until the end of the week. This gave Onmund, Lalwen and Katarina an opportunity to trade some of the things they'd collected from Fellglow Keep and rest a while longer. If truth be told, Kate was glad for the delay; she liked Whiterun with its lively streets and mild days and was not looking forward to the punishing cold of Winterhold. Except for the College, she had scant few reasons to want to return there. Orthorn decided to stay behind; he had friends in Whiterun who'd agreed to put him up for a c

Song of Oblivion

Literature

Sedsha Mini Story: I'm here

If dying from boredom was a thing, Sedric would have surely have fallen prey to it ages ago. He sat in his study, a generous stack of documents placed neatly before him as his inner council conducted their meeting. Arm perched on the surface of his desk, he rested his head against the heel of his palm, his index and middle finger pressed against his cheek as he listened intently to his council. “... We must do something about the former mutt,” a council member said bitterly “I've received several complaints regarding his temper and… his habits…” Sedric snapped his head up at the mention of their newest a

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Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun: End by Silverserri, literature

Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 64 by Silverserri, literature

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Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 64

Beginnings And Endings The clearing was decked in summer flowers; yellow dragon’s tongue, purple, blue, and red mountain flowers, and sprays of lavender added to the sweet perfume of nature’s beauty. Benches were arrayed in neat rows for our guests, and at the head was a podium where Priestess Arie would stand. Set on a small dais before the podium was an altar of Mara. The intricate knot symbol was made of stone, but polished so well that it gleamed softly in the morning light. Serana and I stood side by side at the back of the clearing, wearing our wedding dresses. It had been a long time since I had worn something so feminine, and Taarie had nearly gone wild with joy when we had returned to Solitude to commission them. Serana looked stunning in a glacier blue dress, and even I admitted that I loved the shimmering emerald green of my own. Looking at the love of my life, I smiled softly at her, “You know, I spent all of last night trying to imagine how you’d look for our

Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 63 by Silverserri, literature

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Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 63

Home Rejoining with Serana, we discussed our day over dinner in a quiet nook in the Winking Skeever. Our time in the city passed peacefully that week. The gold and emerald ring was enchanted, and the faint pale blue glow swirled gently over the surface. Serana sent it off, along with a letter for Falion, in the hands of a reputable courier. Fihada’s arrows were completed a day later, and each arrow was a masterwork; well worth the coin spent. We returned to the Radiant Raiment frequently for fittings. It quickly became clear we would need a chest for Serana’s clothes and a carriage to take them with us. Which, of course, brought up a whole other conundrum for us; what were we going to do with it all? Serana and I discussed places where we could make a home. We hadn’t stopped to discuss the result of this shopping spree, and we were on the opposite end of Skyrim from Fort Dawnguard. Serana was reluctantly willing to continue her association with the Dawnguard. But even now

Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 62 by Silverserri, literature

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Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 62

Shopping For Something Special The next day had me in Fletchers, a well-stocked shop with bows and displays of arrows of every type. “Hello and welcome, my friend. How may I help you on this fine day?” A friendly-looking Redguard smiled at me from behind the counter. I smiled at his words and returned with a traditional Redguard greeting. “Under the sun and sky, I welcome you and yours. I’m Lasirah.” The man’s face lit up, “Under the sun and sky, warm greetings to you too! I’m Fihada. Tell me, traveler, from where do you hale?” I approached the counter and leaned against it companionably. “My village was on the edge of the Alik’r desert, right around the foothills of the Dragontail Mountains.” “Ahh,” he nodded. “Excellent hunters and farmers there on the border. As I recall, that area is famous for the sugarcane harvested for Stros M'Kai Rum. The mountain water made the harvests particularly sweet and clean tasting.” “You know of it!” I pushed down a small pang of sorrow.

Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 61 by Silverserri, literature

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Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 61

Being Human As the initial wonder of taking her first breath as a human was just beginning to wear off, a warm golden light suddenly spilled over the marsh. I raised a hand to the sun so I could watch my girlfriend’s reaction to the first light of day. Some of the perpetual fog burned off, becoming an enhancer for the sunlight to turn the hazy landscape into an almost surreal place of life and light. A heron cried in the distance, its harsh squawk soon answered by the smoother hooting of the tundra swans we had passed. Serana turned her face into the sunshine, closing her eyes blissfully. “It’s warm,” she breathed, almost to herself. Then, more excitedly, “It doesn’t hurt anymore!” Serana reached up and slid her hood back, letting the sunlight turn her brunette hair into strands of polished bronze. She held still for just a moment longer, then with a cry of joy ripped the hood off and threw it off into the mists. I heard the sound of the heavy fabric landing with a splat

Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 60 by Silverserri, literature

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Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 60

Breathing Again Morthal was slowly improving as a town. It was still small, and isolated, but there were signs of it becoming more prosperous. A wreath of vines and snowberry leaves decorated a door here. New clothing on the townsfolk there. Some of the wooden walkways had either been fixed, or were in the process. But I think the greatest sign of the town’s healing from the tragedy and dangers of its past... was the skeleton of Hroggar’s new house. Jorgen, owner of the town’s mill, Hroggar, and Thonnir were cursing good-naturedly at one another as they wrestled a support beam into position. I had to stop and smile warmly at the sight. If that wasn’t a sign of something positive, then I’d eat one of my dragonbone arrows; ebony shaft and all. I turned back to the Moorside Inn, leaving the fog-shrouded sunlight for the dim interior. The Inn wasn’t exactly roaring with guests, but Jonna was bustling well enough taking care of a traveling merchant and a few other travelers. We

Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 59 by Silverserri, literature

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Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 59

A Soul for A Soul Yngvild turned out to be a buried, icy burial barrow for ancient Nordic battle maidens; all the draugr that we encountered were female. The entrance had been excavated from beneath ice and snow semi-recently. We encountered two draugr patrolling just outside the entrance and had to put them down. Following the tunnel, we came to the first chamber. It was deserted, though an empty sarcophagus sat neglected at the bottom of the path that wound down to the bottom. A partially buried wooden ramp brought us to the ground floor and pointed in the direction of another tunnel. I crept down first, whispering for Serana to stand back a little so she could have a good view of the floor of the cavern if things got exciting. As I peered down this dim tunnel I saw movement; a humanoid figure was partially obscured by icy fog at the far end. I looked back and gave her a short nod. Serana acknowledged this with a grim expression and kindled a fire spell in one hand and

Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 58 by Silverserri, literature

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Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 58

Discussing The Cure Solitude was its usual, bustling self, and The Winking Skeever was practically hopping at that time of evening. I managed to get some hot stew, some steaming, soft bread, and a bottle of spiced wine that was touted by the innkeeper as the best beverage Solitude had to offer. Leaving the city, I walked down the darkened road to our camp, set carefully away from the city itself. We made sure to keep near enough to the road to ensure a guard patrolled past us now and again. I had gotten back before Serana, so I was the one to light our campfire and set the food near the flames to keep it warm. She rejoined me a little later and dug into the stew with a sigh of relief. “I’ll admit, this is a far cry above the taste of blood,” she admitted, after savoring the taste of warm buttered bread, dipped in the stew. I blinked in surprise, “You’re… not a fan of it?” Serana lifted a shoulder in a shrug, “It satisfies my needs as a vampire, slakes the constant

Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 57 by Silverserri, literature

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Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 57

Wrapping Up A Promise or Two I entered the cathedral alone; my body was washed, my armor was clean, and I was carrying a bucket, a small broom, and a flat scraping blade. The place had been mostly cleaned out; the bones of thralls and the rubble had been cleared away. There was no sign of the remains of Molag Bal’s fountain, or most of the enchanted blood that had gotten everywhere when it had shattered. The floor had been cleaned, except for one area, where a pile of blood-red ashes sat. The base of the pile was clumped and frosty with frozen, coagulated blood. I stared down at the ash pile in silence for a long moment, before using the broom to gather the dry ashes into the bottom of the bucket. Then I used the flat scraping blade to get the bloody ash off the floor. I couldn’t get all the ashes up, but I could get enough up to serve my purposes. I was just leaving the castle’s privy, empty-handed when Isran found me. He did not comment on what I had just done, merely

Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 56 by Silverserri, literature

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Ancient Prophecy: Tyranny Of The Sun, 56

Unbound; Mind, Body and Soul The thrall dungeon was well removed from the rest of the castle’s social rooms; through a blood-smeared kitchen filled with kegs of human blood. No one seemed to be near enough to bother me for now. I paced in the cage like a trapped wolf. My begging, my protests, my pleas for her forgiveness, none of them had prevented my mistress from locking me away. I ignored the increasing weariness in my legs to spin and pace agitatedly in the other direction. My mistress, my goddess, had left me here, where I could not protect her, and had gone away with those… hunters. Those... murderers! They could be torturing her right now, and I wouldn’t know until her life was extinguished! I spun around and stormed in the other direction. I could hear other thralls in cages nearby: sobbing, wailing for their slain masters. There were a lot of thralls in here. They were packed, several to a cage, trapped in filthy conditions. I was the only one to have my own

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