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.
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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.
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Great topic, Shin! Music is a language we all understand, to take that emotional resonance and try and have it expressed within a build is pretty gosh, darn clever. I think Metallica's The Unforgiven has promise. That riff of Morricone's Ecstasy of Gold running through it, "never free. Never me. So I dub thee Unforgiven." That's western af!
This post was edited by Phil at April 26, 2017 4:06 AM EDT
Golden Fool said:
Phiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiil since you got it right you have to provide us with a shack to guess now, have you already forgotten how this works?
Ha! I am getting old, memory loss is one of the few perks :D I will try and get shacked shortly, but if anyone has one ready to go, by all means please post it in my stead :)
A flurry of wind driven snow swept through the hall as the door opened, making the hearth fire roar and bearded men turn in annoyance, their drinks interrupted and their laughter silenced. That irritation turned to expectation when they saw it was the volva at the doorway, framed by the&nb...
Absorb the starlight, embrace the moon!
The ever-tanking mage's doom.
Taking in a dragon's thu'um,
Soul's energy's battery fighting gloom.
The Atronach sings a merry tune,
When spells like flowers blossom and bloom.
After all is given in a final surge,
When no spells are flung...
Wind blowing over snow-laden heights
Aetherial ribbons of dazzling light
Twin moons rising on a frosty night
Snowy and white.
Frothy waves breaking on the icy shore
Blue crystal cliffs echoing the ocean's roar
Northern coasts braving winter's maw
In the fatherland
Bitter tears falling disguised in the rain
Words hoarsely rolling off a diminished tongue
Apathetic ears hark to words annually sung
Listener and speaker both broken by pain.
Stillness, brittle and bleak, shroud violence like a pall
The unspoken rings true in fractured minds, futility a...