Posted March 21, 2016
In the verdant forests of Valenwood lived an elf of many names. She lept through canopies of green, she cavorted through the plains. Her footwork was quite impressive, just as much so as her aim. She nocked an arrow in the daylight, she frolicked through the rain. The huntress let her arrow loose,...
The Aftermath: Chapter 8 | A New Mission
Posted October 5, 2015
I cried out, thinking that somehow, doing so would make the flames just disappear. It didn’t. Figures started scattering out of the building in terror. I spotted one that looked like the Jarl. Good, he’s safe, at least. The castle was burning, but I could only watch. I snapped out of my sorrow-t...
The Aftermath: Chapter 7 | Utter Chaos
Posted October 3, 2015
“Slow down, Runic!” said the Jarl. “What’s this about something attacking the-” A loud explosion interrupted him. We all glanced up to the ceiling. A flaming hole was left in the top of the structure. Jarl Balgruuf cursed and unsheathed a war axe from his belt. “Lead the way.” Balgruuf ordered. ...
Posted August 22, 2015
The band of brigands scurried out of the guards' lines of sight, taking shelter behind a nearby boulder. Lucky for them, Skyrim has a lot of those. All the better for taking them by surprise, as Gro-bag would say. Flavius could hear her masculine voice bellowing out those words as he thought them. ...
Posted July 9, 2015
((This short story uses a character from my collaboration Blog, The Aftermath. It can stand by itself, but would make more sense if you read the main story. At least chapter 5, anyways. Enjoy!)) Lenthil sat on a snow-covered rock, discouraged and frustrated. His freezing hand cradled his bony face...