The Wretched, Chapter 1- A Dream of Loss
Posted June 5, 2016
The Blight: the greatest threat we have ever faced. We do not know what caused it, we do not know why it is here, we only know to run. Tamriel might fall to his knees and bellow in pain as this disease cuts our throat, or he might flee, and live. He might slit his fellow man's throat, to steal his ...
Posted May 18, 2016
All Fall Down. Six Hated chanted in a circle, casting magick foul and putrid, the words coming out as a disgusting gurgle, Cursed be these malicious druids, who brought such a consequence to this land. It began with black nails, the colour of soot. Then the chest became became as blubbery as a wha...
Posted May 14, 2016
A Demon's Weeping. The dremora wept that night. Remorseful of the bitter fight. Surrounded by those who could not see further than his skin, And would have killed him with a grin. He wept that night. As he felt his sorrow bite. It flashed before him, his childhood, so grim. The wars and battle gle...
Posted May 12, 2016
Loss A brimming sea, overflows, in those deep amber eyes. A mass of thundery hair, lies, on a cold patchy floor. Whines, escape the cold cabin, and float through the air. A furry nose, pushes up a limp, still arm. A wet tongue, licks a deathly pale face. A gentle bark, echoes in the lonely cabin. A ...
Posted May 2, 2016
Fin Sadonvum Krosis. Below The Throat, we have no hold, peace is shattered, and none are bold. Brothers weep, then burn foes, nothing helps, and nothing grows. Thu'um takes lives, against our will, how long till war, takes it's fill? We remain, with our secrets, as men kill others, like killing cric...