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  • The Protectors of the Night - Part 4

    Brandr, Borug, Raccan, and Daris were once again walking through snow, returning from slaying werewolves. However, this time, as a group they decided to not skin the carcasses. It seemed too much like the Silver Hand, they all agreed, and they definitely didn’t want to be associated with them. Not ...
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  • The Protectors of the Night - Part 3

    “My balls are so cold, I can’t feel anything,” Raccan griped loudly. “Why don’t you take a damn torch and slap them with it?” Borug griped back. “Then you’d feel something.” Daris looked over and briefly charged a bit of flame in his palm, saying with a smile, “Or, hey, you know what they say about ...
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  • The Protectors of the Night - Part 2

    Well, it took about five months for me to get my shit together and start writing again, but I'm glad I did. Thanks to everybody who liked or commented on my first part, I really appreciate the support it got. The first part of the story can be found here.  Fort Dawnguard stood, tall, gray, and st...
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  • The Protectors of the Night

    If anything had been watching on that cold, snowy, windy night in northeastern Skyrim, it would have observed four dark shapes proceeding along the southern road that lead to Windhelm. The only thing out of the ordinary was that while one shape forged ahead and plowed a trail through the nearly wai...
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