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• Malacath's Poet

  by Cinae April 1, 2016
           There’s a phrase I remember from my stronghold days. It went like this:  ‘’ Put down that damn quill, Muresh. Pick up your sword. No orc chief wants a poet for a wife!’’       They tried to rub it out of me. They told me that writing poetry was for the weak, and it would be the surest way t...
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• The Unicorn

  by Cinae March 30, 2016
                         There rode on hunt                       a follower of Hicine, and one of Kyne                       and each said to the other                       that the weather sure was fine.                       The huntress of Kyne                       was a legend with a bow       ...
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• Limericks of the Nine Holds

  by Cinae March 25, 2016
  There was a man headed for Dawnstar. Don’t go there, I said, ‘cause that’s where bad dreams are. But he went to Dawnstar, slept in a bed and in the morning woke full of dread all because he went to Dawnstar. There was an elf headed for Winterhold. Why are you going there, I said, it’s too cold! The...
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• The Wolf Queen's Solitude

  by Cinae March 24, 2016
                         The wolf queen rules in Solitude                         and the wolf queen rules alone.                         The dead are kneeling at her feet                         and she sits on a cold, cold throne.                          What joy or love has she?                  ...
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• Playing with Fire, part 4

  by Cinae March 18, 2016
               In the vast, snowy, middle-of-nowhere, Caelia was creating a makeshift shrine for the daedric prince.            She had bought what she needed, ( several bricks of woods, and one thin square piece of wood) from Birna, Winterhold’s one and only shopkeeper.              Birna had asked w...
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• Playing with Fire, part 3

  by Cinae March 13, 2016
                  Caelia Cassius was standing in the Arcanaeum, with her nose in a book. She was reading A History of Tamrielic Magick, however, her reasons for brushing up on such a subject were not entirely academic.               Not much had been done for Aliette. Even between three Restoration ma...
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• An Ayleid's Last Entry

  by Cinae March 8, 2016
            How greatly have we misread the gods, and how greatly have we paid!        I, Tumedendil Loraethahl, of Ayleids, write these words. They may be some of the last words I ever write, and I may be one of the last Ayleids to ever live.        I hope that some adventurer, many years hence, may ...
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• Playing with Fire, part 2

  by Cinae March 5, 2016
   Caelia Cassius, expert Illusion and Restoration mage, was having trouble casting a spell.         It wasn’t her fault. It couldn’t be the spell’s fault either. On a visit back home to the Imperial City, she had called in some favors, and had the spell personally crafted at the Arcane University, wh...
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• To Meridia

  by Cinae March 3, 2016
  All hail Meridia! Great lady of light both fearsome and star-bright who sets undead to flight. All hail Meridia! You bring hope to the living whom you are delivering from undying beings. All hail Meridia! You give undead no pass. Your vengeance will last. You strike with your fury, terrible and va...
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• Young Falion

  by Cinae February 29, 2016
                                   ‘’ Father, there’s something I need to tell you.’’       Traylod looked at his youngest son, Falion. He was worried about him. Not that there was anything truly wrong with him. In fact, Falion was quite precocious for a twelve year old. But his son had trouble going ...
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• Playing with Fire

  by Cinae February 26, 2016
      Aliette was dead. She was beginning to see that the Nords and Redguards were wiser than she had thought. She had laughed at Nords who feared magic, and mocked Redguards who said that to trap a person’s soul was a terrible deed.     But it was not only Redguards and Nords that she had refused to ...
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• Lament for the Snow-elves

  by Cinae February 22, 2016
  You dwelt in ice towers You dwelt under open skies You laughed, sang fine songs and the sun shone on your  snow-pale faces  until you were driven from the face of land which once was yours.  You exchanged sight   for blindness   and light   for darkness.   Your once fair elven speech    is nothing n...
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