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  • Four Heroes - Chapter 4

    As Destri and Hjor trudged back along the cobbled path to Whiterun, Neeshka seemed rather humbled after the whole ordeal, and Destri, sensing she must’ve felt rather awkward in their presence, tried to offer her something to eat; At least it might make her feel at ease, he thought. “Here…er, Neesh...
  • Four Heroes - Chapter 3

    Destri had managed to persuade Hjor to go hunting to take his mind off of things. Although Hjor was only too happy to, since he really didn’t want to think about anything Destri had told him; But on the other hand, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Who did send those cutpurses? It was as intrigu...
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  • Four Heroes - Chapter 2

    Destri was already heading past Autumnshade Clearing on horseback after his admirable hunting affair; He'd managed to skin a couple of foxes and a sabre-cat; Which was rather unimpressive compared to the slaughter of the small wolf cavern he’d found last Middas. Destri wasn’t the kind of Redguard ...
  • Four Heroes - Chapter 1

    Hjor managed to lift his head from the stickied, viscid table. He was at home, he concluded - and a carelessly kept one at that, too. He managed to recoup his aged vision (as bad as it was) to survey the events from the night before; Mead bottles had been managed to have been distributed to every n...
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  • The Tales of Nendir Olaffsen - Part IV

    Nendir and Serana sludged wearily up towards Arkngthamz late after leaving Fort Dawnguard. "It's so cold, Nendir. Can't we get inside somewhere?" Serana pleaded. "We're nearly there, I think. Pretty sure it's just through these mountains." Nendir replied, shivering, pulling his Nightingale cloak clo...
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  • The Tales of Nendir Olaffsen - Part III

    Eventually, they did indeed reach Sorine by mid-evening Loredas. Marcurio looked more tired than ever. "You're a mage aren't you? Surely you have some sort of recuperation spell?!" Nendir jokingly chuckled. Marcurio and Nendir eventually found Sorine by what appeared to be some sort of Dwemer-like g...
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  • The Tales of Nendir Olaffsen - Part II

    Nendir headed over to Balimund and asked if his arrows were ready. "That they ar'! Fine arrows, an all' good fer' taking down them damn fiends thatta' been attackin' the hold an' all." Balimund said with a guttural tone. "Who's this fella?" Balimund gestured towards Marcurio with the elven axe he'd ...
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  • The Tales of Nendir Olaffsen - Part I

    Nendir trudged wearily through the leafy undergrowth in the Rift's wooded backlands. He felt a pang of hunger as he peered through his heavy lidded eyes and mounted his trusty steed, Shadowmere, and galloped towards the city gates. He had just ventured back from his orders that was the seemingly sim...
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