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  • D&S: To Be A Knight - Part Ten

      Delivering the lance was but one of a lancebearer’s many duties. A lancebearer was a knight’s attendant tasked with maintaining a knight’s welfare during a tourney; polishing the rust off their armour, making sure their equipment was well and proper, bringing them food an...
  • D&S: To Be A Knight - Part Nine

    She gazed deeply into that face. Coal-black hair covered that face as finely as a mop would; messy and wet. The eyes, a dark shade of brown, so unremarkable that even she had forgotten about it – the same went with the mouth, nose and ears; they were as Imperial as they came. All unremarkabl...
  • D&S: To Be A Knight - Part Eight

    The sun was near its peak when the last horn of the second blew. Father destroyed Ser Rafiq with a five to a two. Uncle Mark did well too; snatching a victory from Lestrad at the last lance. Ser Marcella practically toyed with Ser Renoux, leaving the score of four to nil and a smashed barrier. de ...
  • The Legion Sword

      And so, we finally get to the famed Legion sword, the symbol of the Legion. Despite its prevalence in popular culture, there never was the Legion sword; only a Legion sword for you see like the Legion itself, the design of the sword is adaptable to whatever the Legion might face. In fact...
  • D&S: To Be A Knight - Part Seven

    Breakfast was kept simple, just a bowl of porridge with fruits and berries; anything heavier might upset the stomach. Usually breakfast in House Martellus was a noisy, chaotic affair filled with laughter and jokes but now, even a snuffed forge was livelier. Aeda couldn’t found within herself...
  • SotF: Codex: Bestiary: Spectres

    Spectres are immaterial beings that walk between planes of Mundus and the Aetherius. Due to their nature, they often require more than force of arms alone to vanquish.   ************************ Ghost   Arkay, grant them your protection; May they rest in everlasting peace. - Ark...
  • D&S: To Be A Knight - Part Six

    No matter how hard she pressed her pillow against her ears, that demonic shriek still echoed in her head like a sword on a bad grind. She shut her eyes tight, uttering all the prayers she knew to whichever of the gods that would listen.           &nbs...
  • D&S: To Be A Knight - Part Five

    The sun was behind her by the time she arrived at Fort Istirus itself. Build in the shape of a square, with round towers rising thirty feet tall on each end and a large gatehouse looking down on the field, Istirus was like any of the other forts that dotted Cyrodiil. For true, the fort was prettie...
  • Songs of Cyrodiil: The Dance of Bravil

    The Dance of Bravil is a popular ballad amongst the Imperial youth. A common way to perform this ballad is a duet where each singer takes their turn to sing a stanza and then together in the chorus.   Do you remember of Bravil? On that one sunny day? When we met in that Festival, We danc...
  • D&S: To Be A Knight - Part Four

    On any other days, the fields surrounding Fort Istirus was just that – a field of naught but grass and dirt. However, with the tourney in tow, a new town has emerged, not of timber nor shingle nor stone but of sailcloth, canvas, and silk. To the east were the tents of the Imperial Knights, p...
  • D&S: To Be A Knight - Part Three

    Before a dying fire, the chorus of crickets, and the gentle spring breeze, the camp was asleep. The boys were snoring, no doubt ready to complaint of dried throats in the morning and Mrs. Moorsley held onto to Aran as she usually did. She wouldn’t say it but Aeda knew that Aran was Mrs. Moor...
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  • Songs of Skyrim: The Pale Elf

    ‘The Pale Elf’ is a strange lullaby of the Reachmen. A modern composition, this lullaby concerns the aforementioned ‘Pale Elf’ which according to respected folklorists has no basis in Reachmen mythology. Even in my interviews with the Reachmen, I have received nought but co...
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  • D&S: To Be A Knight - Part Two

    As the sun hid beneath the western hills, the air began to cool. They chose a quiet place to make camp; a small clearing in the meadow by the stream. Reeds grew thick along the stream’s edge but the grass was as soft as a feathered bed.          &nbs...
  • D&S: Impeiral Knight House Census circa. 4E150

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  • D&S: To Be A Knight - Part One

    ‘Heave!’                  When spring came so did the rain and when the rain came so did the mud. The mud was a boon for the farmers, it meant that the earth was soft and compliant to the tills and with it, th...
  • Duty & Steel - ToC

    'Duty and Steel' ~ Words of House Martellus     Introduction   House Martellus is one of the original houses risen in conjunction with the Imperial Knights. Hailing from the village of Hammer in the county of Anvil, House Martellus proven to be loyal, dutifuflly serving the ...
  • Songs of the Legion

    Legionborn, comrades sworn – blood brothers of the sword, None more worthy to fight at my side! Only with you, I will fight to the bloody end!   Legionborn, comrades sworn – blood brothers of the sword, Bulwarks of the eternal Empire! Our duty is to protect, and protect we s...
  • SotF: Just a Formality EPILOGUE

    ‘You know, even to this day I still wonder,’ Falrielle said, swirling her cup. ‘I wonder if the first thing I’ll see whenever I open my eyes is that green light. That all of this – the drink in my hands, the sash on my waist, this chair that I’m sitting on is ju...
  • SotF: A Flash of Green

    VIII Wake up.               Falrielle gasped, opening her eyes. She had felt someone touching her, tracing their cold fingers down her face… No, not fingers but raindrops.           ...
  • SotF: Bilberry Soup

    I Matthias shivered even as the fire roared before him. It was just the north he reminded himself where even in the Autumn, the breezes were colder than the howling winds of the south.               It was two weeks since they had left...
  • SotF: A Flash of Green

    VI Falrielle was far ahead the van, too slow they were, too slow and too noisy. Cadroc has hours ahead of them – wounded for sure but hours ahead nonetheless.               The elf raised her head and sniffed. A whiff of snapped ...
  • SotF: A Flash of Green

    V Falrielle balanced the point of her knife by the tip of her finger – an old and familiar trick her brother once taught her.               Bite hung by her belt and her bodied covered by mail, gambeson, and plate – she was...
  • SotF: Bastard Emperors

    The seven years of chaos that is the Stormcrown Interregnum saw many false kings and emperors but few could claim as much infamy as the aptly-named ‘Bastard Emperors’. The Bastard Emperors were a group of four pretenders who claimed legitimacy to the Septim Empire through claims of bei...
  • SotF: A Flash of Green

    III ‘Get that thing away from me!’               The guards had found her not too long after the fighting had died. By then, the elf was covered in soot and her thigh was so swollen that it near burst. Of course, she couldn...
  • SotF: Codex: Introduction to the Flail

    Experienced legionaries or guards often have tales of the dreaded flail and some even have the scars to prove it. Developed from the farming tool it shares its name, flails are similar to the mace in that it is a percussive weapon that heavily relies on the user to constantly generate momentum for...
  • SotF: A Flash of Green

    I As the sun began to fall, the forests of Falkreath fell silent.               There were no wolves, owls, or any other animals – not one to announce the coming of the twin moons nor trample and crack the dry twigs and leaves. N...
  • SotF: Codex: Bestiary: Vampires

    Bloodsucking creatures of the night, vampires are quasi-undead for they stand on the fine border of life and undeath and can be divided into two categories: greater and lesser. One of the most dangerous spawns of the Daedric Princes, a Vigilant would be well prepared before facing such a foe. &nb...
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  • SotF: Purple Rockfoils

    The chill cut deep to the bone.                  Falrielle uttered a curse. A decade ago this wind would’ve been a pleasant breeze on her face but alas, too much time down South under aspen trees and the touch of th...
  • SotF: The Little Things - Part Five

    Matthias strolled down the street, bouncing with each step and whistling jaunty tune. Riften wasn’t too bad after all or rather not any worse than the other cities he’s been. Still, one loose end to tie. One more stone to even the scales; that girl.       &nb...
  • SotF: The Little Things - Part Four

    The next morning, Makram had scrounged all the money he could find and waited, waited… nothing. So the day carried on, lunch as usual was the busiest time and still nothing. On the eve of nightfall after the attendants cleaned the pots, and pans – Hoggvir and his lackeys never showed....
  • SotF: The Little Things - Part Three

    Riften was even more of a maze than Matthias originally thought. The girl had led him through into what seemed to be a different world all together. In the Riften’s Great Slums as they called it; clotheslines dangled like hung men, the streets narrow and confusing, and the air stale. On the ...
  • SotF: Codex: Bestiary: Insectoids

    Insectoids are insects that are at least larger than a house cat. Like Beasts, Insectoids are non-sentient living mostly on instict alone.    ************************ Ash Hopper Help Wanted! Ash Hopper infestation at the Lerran Farm. A bounty of 2 Septims for every Ash Hopper kil...
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  • SotF: The Little Things - Part Two

    Everything was as if nothing had happened in the morning. The soup kitchen ran as it would the day before and as it would the day after except this time they had a Vigilant of the South help feed the poor. As if nothing had happened, the kitchen closed its doors on the eve of nightfall and the att...
  • SotF: The Little Things - Part One

    Riften. The City of Beggars and Thieves.                   It had almost been a decade since his last visit to this wretched place and it was just as he had left it: skittering rats at every corner of the eye, aroma ...
  • SotF: Just a Formality V

    ‘Lady Falrielle!’                   ‘Breton bitch!’                   Glass and metal clinked hard and old fri...
  • Songs of Skyrim: The Winds Blow Cold

    'The Winds Blow Cold' is the quintessential archetype of Nord lullabies: death, cold, and stressing the importance of family... in death. It is actually quite popular among Nord folk.   The children asleep, With dreams oh so sweet. The winds blow cold.   The children shiver, In th...
  • SotF: Just a Formality II

    I Falrielle opened her eyes.               The Watchmen’s bell was ringing the Vigil awake and the sun was shining through the shutters and on her face. She shaded her eyes with her hand and then slipped on her boots. Thus begins...
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  • SotF: On Thin Ice - Part Three

    Lake Yorgrim was painted snow-white and green. It seems I was wrong, the buds were in bloom. Life and spring had come. The air however still brought a chill that the fire and sheepskin could not keep away. I took my amulet off and dangled it in front of me.        &...
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  • SotF: On Thin Ice - Part Two

    The sun had set before dinner and now the Keep was asleep. Vigil’s Keep was awash with hues of blue and grey, only a few torches to light the way. Brondar, Hjalti, Astra, Baldnr, and Sovul are keeping watch and Stendarr bless them with true sight and warmth. It was spring yet the winter chil...
  • SotF: On Thin Ice - Part One

    Cold are the spring winds in this time of year. Cold, yes but gentle.               The winter was over but the flowers had yet to blossom and snow still painted the land a pale white. The pine trees are high and so was the sun; we had ...
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  • SotF: Argonian Bloodwine

    And this of course brings us to the boldest and most unorthodox of the wines of Tamriel: the Argonian Bloodwine! Ah yes, the infamous Bloodwine, a drink only for the bravest and most experienced of drinkers – this is not the drink for the fainthearted or the foolish. The Bloodwine is named s...
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  • SotF: The Blood Court

    VIII The table was large, shaped like a horseshoe, could seat an entire platoon, and surrounded a roaring hearth. Jarl Laila Law-giver sat at the head of the table and Falrielle sat to her right, her guest of honour. To Falrielle’s right, sat Carcette and to her right was the motley crew of...
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  • SotF: Codex: Hymns: Hold the Line

    The night is long, And the Daedra come, An unending horde, It never ends.   We will hold the line, We will fight to the dawn, We will remain vigilant, Hearts stay strong.   The walls have fell, Our comrades dead, Our weapons blunt, Yet they come.   We will hold the li...
  • SotF: The Blood Court

    VII The room was as she had left it: a non-descript store amongst the other non-descripts, stacked crates bearing the brand of Shippers & Movers, and the leaking vase rolling on the ground. All was as she had left it… except for the alcove. In place of the figurine were bottles of fruit an...
  • SotF: Codex: Bestiary: Risen

    The lowest form of the Undead, the Necranous or more commonly known as the Risen are corpses brought back to life by magicks. Having no will, Risen are nothing more than meat puppets but the clever Vigilant would do well to not underestimate these creatures.    ************************...
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  • SotF: Codex: Bestiary: Beasts

    A beast is a generalised term for creatures of non-magical origin although this does not remove the possibility of magical tamperment. Non-sentient, beasts typically live on instinct although intelligence varies from animal to animal.   ************************  Bears The Bears o...
  • SotF: Codex: Hymns: Stendarr's Light

    Holy Stendarr, light our path, So that we may find our way, The road of duty is rough, But dauntless shall we be for all our days.   We shall stand fast, unmoving as the rock, Our eyes on the horizon, Where others dreams of sweet, Ever Vigilant we shall be.   Holy Stendarr, lig...
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  • SotF: Codex: Cateye

    Cateye is a popular mixture amongst more sophisticated thieves and infiltrators as after consumption, it allows the user to see in near total darkness. While under the effects of Cateye, the user will see the world in a pale bluish-white hue; colour drained from the world. It does not affect dep...
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  • SotF: The Blood Court

    VI The familiar chains jingled when they brought her before Laila Law-Giver, the Jarl of the Rift. Younger than most, Jarl Laila was no older than Falrielle herself… perhaps even younger considering how humans age. The Jarl sat on her throne raised on a dais, looking down on the Vigilant. ...
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  • SotF: Codex: Beggar's Poultice

    Here’s some seemple foc remedy! Colect sum blu mountain flowers, wheet, and water - mash them together and apply it over a freshly closed wounds of steetch, glu, or scab. The poultees weel protect the wound from infections and will speed up the healing. Rember the reapply a fresh laer of pou...
  • SotF: Codex: Bleeder

    Bleeder is a criminal cant term for any venom harvested from serpents. A popular tool for the pragmatic fighter, a nick from a blade coated with this venom will find their wound never clotting nor healing and depending on the source and freshness of the venom itself, the insides of the victim ma...
  • SotF: The Blood Court

    IV Falrielle opened her eyes… and saw nothing. She pricked up her ears and kept silent yet she heard nothing. She raised her head and immediately regretted it; a hard bump and the world spun as if Talos himself descended from the heavens to smack her in the ear.      ...
  • Songs of Skyrim: The Nord March

    The aptly named 'Nord March' is an ancient Nord war chant that is sung in Dovah, the tongue of the Dragons.   The original version...   Zeymah Bron, mu yoriik wah grah, Hahkun ahrk spaan ko haal, Bron wah grah. Fah moro! Unahzaal moro! Zeymah, kriist mul pahvoth, Zeymah Bron, yoriik...
  • A History of Skyrim: The High King, the Jarls, and the Free Peo

      The Seal of Skyrim   Power in Skyrim does not flows like the snows of the mountains to the rivers in the valleys: downwards but upwards, like the flowers in spring. The rulers of Skyrim does not claim legitimacy from blood or divine right as in the other provinces of the Empire bu...
  • SotF: Codex: Bestiary: Frostbite Spiders

    Endemic to Skyrim, Frostbite Spiders are a common threat to many cave explorers. Though all Arachanae are highly venomous, Frostbite Spiders differ in what its toxins do to its victim. Instead of inducing internal haemorrhages and necrosis, Frostbite venom will slow the heart and seize the muscl...
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  • SotF: The Blood Court

    II The wench of the Thirsty Trout Tavern greeted them with a bow, wiped a table, pulled a seat for the Vigilants and for Falrielle; an extra wink that made her blush.               Carcette drummed her fingers, biting her lips in deep ...
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  • SotF: The Blood Court

    I The eyes upon her sent a chill up her spine but Falrielle stood up as still as she could. She stared forward, not making any contact – not a sound nor a twitch. Then her observer, her judge made the first move.               &l...
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  • SotF: Just a Formality IV

    The elf sat up straight as a spear, nodding her head every now and then as the Keeper continued to shift and elaborate her files.               ‘Senior-Vigilant Falrielle,’ said the Keeper. Falrielle stiffened even more as t...
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  • SotF: The Vigilants of Stendarr

    VII Falrielle leaned heavily on Gideon, call of bells still ringing in her ears. Her legs wobbled from time to time and her body ached all over although from what she could tell by their slumps, she was not alone in her suffering. Gideon had a slash across his tunic and Sven walked with a limp an...
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  • SotF: The Vigilants of Stendarr

    V             Falrielle looked out the boarded window and winced – the last light of dusk was still too bright for her eyes but it was to her relief, growing dark for the torchbugs have come out to play. The thin rotting walls of the sh...
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  • SotF: The Vigilants of Stendarr

    III The Jarl had a strange air about her. She was pale – too pale- to be healthy for a human. She was about fifty years of age, Falrielle guessed but she couldn’t be sure. The Jarl’s hair had streaks of silver on grey but her gnarled arms and wrinkled face added far too many yea...
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  • SotF: The Vigilants of Stendarr

    I By the first light of dusk the merchants, crabbers, ropers, tanners, and other townsmen have cleared the muddy streets, leaving Morthal to the dogs, and vagabonds. By night however, the mists came blurring and choking the city. The fog, so thick it made every passageway look like a lonely, omin...
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  • SotF: The Imperial Pantheon

    Among the numerous faiths in Tamriel, the most widespread and popular religion is the Imperial Pantheon of the Nine and its influence expanded in parallel to the reach of the Tamrielic Empire. Founded by prophetess Alessia I in the 1st Era, Imperial Pantheon, originally consisting of Eight Divines...
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  • SotF: Codex: The Wayrest Creed

    We, Keeper Alberic of High Rock and Keeper Tyr of Skyrim, believers and servants of Stendarr, the Divine of Mercy and Justice with a heavy heart have come to a consensus to excommunicate our brothers and sisters of the Cyrodiil Chapter of the Vigil for the crime of breaking their Oath of Duty by t...
  • SotF: Codex: Bestiary: An Introduction to Lycanthropy

    Lycanthropes or more popularly known as Werewolves are a form of therianthropy where the victim takes the form of a wolf creature. Like other forms of therianthropy, lycanthropy is the result of a curse, or blessing to some by the Daedric Prince of the Hunt, Hircine. While lycanthropy is the most ...
  • SotF: Something to Prove

    XV Falrielle felt something in her nose that burned white hot like a fire, her head spun faster than a top, and her stomach turned. When she tried to snort it out, she fell on the ground with a hard thud. Not a floor as she initially thought but sand. She spat and when she tried to move, she felt...
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  • SotF: Something to Prove

    XIII The cave reminded Falrielle of the mine: the ever encroaching darkness and the staleness of the air buckled her nerves for every step she took. There was a key difference however was that in this cave Falrielle could hear and smell water, an underground river from the snow that melted on the...
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  • SotF: Something to Prove

    XI The following weeks was a return to the old days for Falrielle albeit less bloody. She drifted from settlement to settlement, seeking odd jobs and other low skill work: no one was paying for a killing and she couldn’t read enough for something more. Like the old days, Falrielle once agai...
  • SotF: Something to Prove

    IX From the edge of camp to the deep of the forest, Brant had been talking nonstop on the plan. If he was in the Legion, Falrielle thought he would of have been flogged twice and discharged a long time ago for loose lips. At first he kept it short and simple. Eventually more and more details were...
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  • SotF: Something to Prove

    VII They had been walking for hours through familiar roads and pathways and the gods be kind; the day was far cooler than the day before. Matthias said nothing through the journey and neither did Falrielle; she was busy thinking – reflecting on her life. When Matthias finally called for a s...
  • SotF: Something to Prove

    V The day was long and hard and the Vigilants worked from noon to night helping whoever they could whenever they could in whatever way they could. No deaths, a bittersweet sign of good fortune for the miners by Falrielle’s account. Verner, the foreman with the hair of fire and his wife, the...
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  • SotF: Something to Prove

    III ‘Cave in! Cave in!’               The forest of the Rift while beautiful was as wild and unrelenting as the frozen fields of the Pale. Yet again, so are Nords. Ever growing, ever more ambitious the Nords have expanded f...
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  • SotF: Something to Prove

    I Running – that was what she had been doing from the moment she rose from her slumber at dawn and even as the sun was up high with its blazing light shining down on her, she was still running.               Her lungs were on fir...
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  • SotF: On Soldiers of Fortune: Hedge Knights

    In common speech, ‘Knight-Errant’ and ‘Hedge Knight’ are two interchangeable terms. However in professional soldiering, a distinction is made. Knight-Errants are drifters who wander Tamriel to enforce justice and other ideological concerns. Knight-Errants are generally not ...
  • SotF: Imperial Legion Archives: Evolution of Imperial Knight Do

      Standard of the Imperial Knights   For most of Septim Empire and to the early periods of the Stormcrown Interregnum, the Imperial Legion’s infantry doctrine remained the same. The common legionary armed with a shield, a shortsword, a helmet and body armour fights in a group ...
  • SotF: Just a Formality III

    She stood up straight and kept her eyes front. Not a word, not a peep.               From the moment she took her first step into the room, the first thing she noticed was the large numbers of books that filled the room. Bulky tomes nea...
  • SotF: The Cape War

    While the Thalmor supported coup of Valenwood in 4E29 did saw the overthrowing of Imperial friendly forces and the establishment of the Third Aldmeri Dominion, it did not however mean the end of anti-Thalmor sentiment and resistance movements. For the next 70 years, pro-Thalmor, pro-Imperial and o...
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  • SotF: Codex: Introduction to the Mace

    Other than our faith, no weapon has more than associated with the Vigilants of Stendarr than the mace. While it has been said that the mace is nothing more than the logical advancement of the humble club, its utility and deadliness however should never be underestimated. Developed as the response ...
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  • SotF: On Soldiers of Fortune

    When a mercenary party grows large enough, these mercenaries are then organised into free companies, named so as they act independentlyfrom the Empire. Like their individual counterparts, the quality and the reputation of free companies vary from disciplined and honourable to thuggish and unreliab...
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  • SotF: Blood & Silver

    I She woke to the sound of a crackling fire, the smell of cloves, cinnamon and clean linen; a comforting combination if she knew where she was or how she got there.   She winced as she opened her eyes, the world was spinning and her eyes could not make sense of what she saw. Breathing was ...
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  • SotF: Codex: A Brief History of the Vigil

    The accursed events in 433rd year of the 3rd Era is not one that can be lost to the sands of time. In that year, the barriers between the mortal plane and the planes of Oblivion were at its weakest triggering the Oblivion Crisis when the unholy Daedra spewed forth from the Gates to ravage the prov...
  • SotF: Just a Formality II LEGACY

    I Falrielle opened her eyes at the rooster’s crow, heralding the coming of dawn and her brothers and sisters rose from their slumber to its call. Thus beginning another morning in the life of a Vigilant.   First was the cleaning of the self. With just a simple linen cloth and a basin...
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  • SotF: The Vigilants of Stendarr LEGACY

            I   The mud gave way to the weight of boots as three hooded travellers from the east made their way through the city of Morthal. The sun was beginning to set and the townsfolk and merchants have already cleared the streets, knowing better than to be out and abo...
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  • SotF: Just a Formality I

    She woke up, beads of sweat dripping down her brow and found her hand clutching the knife she kept under the pillow.                   She sighed. That dream again, she thought.        ...
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  • The Song of the Faithful - ToC

        "Where other mortal toil, ignorant of the world around them, We stand Vigilant, Where the agents of darkness stalk the shadows, weapons ready for their schemes, We stand Vigilant, Where the Daedra hide, waiting for their prey, We stand Vigilant for we are the Vigil of Stenda...
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  • Untitled

    It has been said that you can learn quite a bit about another person’s culture just by looking at their art. And however said that is an exceptionally intelligent Man or Mer. But you may ask, Keeper Garuuk, ‘how does looking at art help you in the field of battle?’ and I will call you a narrow-minde...