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• Skalf, Son of Skyrim: Chapter One

  by Skalf April 27, 2014
  The coarse rope was tight enough around his wrists to burn. It was the first thing Skalf noticed as he came out of the black. The second was the swaying of a carriage underneath him. “You're finally awake”. Skalf opened his eyes to see one of the Stormcloaks sitting opposite him, bound equally tight...
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• Skalf, Son of Skyrim: Prologue

  by Skalf April 26, 2014
  The forest was very quiet today. Skalf wiped his mouth on his sleeve and belched, the taste of ale still strong in his mouth. He stood, feeling the weight of the quiver shift on his back, and stooped to pick up his handcrafted bow. His father used to tell him to never use anything that he hadn't mad...