Some of you have heard of The Story Corner, some of you haven't or simply have yet to wander in our territory. So, with that in mind, what is TSC exactly?
It's a safe, friendly place where members of all levels and skills can write creatively and share their stories with other like-minded individuals who enjoy reading and telling stories.
It doesn't matter if you have several degrees or dropped out of school. There's nothing worse in the world than a blank page, so give it a go.
Write a few words.
Read a few stories.
No one knows where the journey will take you and no one can guess who you will meet on the way.
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Dedicated to housing all forms of Elder Scrolls / Fallout art. The group strives to catalog the best and brightest pieces both created by our talented members and collected from around the net.
Hosted by Golden Fool
Hmm, let me see...
Orsimer - lore to get your tusks into
Tied between Breton and Imperial, have two characters for each
Nord - ancient tombs and carvings which bear further investigation
Khajit - special ninjing powers
Remainder of the Mer (Albee is okay), Argonians and Redguard
The following are a collection of Orsimer poems accumulated by Theranis Frey, during his travels through the Wrothgarian mountains and the strongholds of Skyrim.
Stronghold, city orc, fort or mine!All Hail the Orsimer!
Hunt wife, shield wife, forge or hearth!All Hail the Orsimer!
“Ah, the Jarl thinks you may be of use to me? Hmm, you’re not the usual brute he sends my way,” Farengar muttered, going back to his papers.
Brute? What on Nirn did this mage have planned for me? Wait, a mage? If I recall correctly that was a bone of contention between the local a...
By Auguris Cedas
Skelebob number one was when we walked in,
I never knew that I could scream that way.
And skelebob number two was in Labyrinthian,
He showed up and I just ran away.
Now we've got skelebobs by the dozen, skelebobs by the score.
Every corridor we go down, we find three skeleb...
The trials and tribulations of an Imperial administrator taking his first steps outside of Cyrodiil, to Skyrim the land of dragons, rebels and draugr to complete a census of the population. This journey would never go according to plan, however Auguris Cedas...
The following morning Alvor had given me a stern look, disappeared into the family's sleeping area and returned with some heavy cotton trousers and a tunic, gruffly instructing me to change. The Imperial armour was placed into a pack by Sigrid, along with a small number of supplies to last for my jo...