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  • The Song of the Huntress

    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,...
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  • The Aftermath: Chapter 8 | A New Mission

    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...
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  • The Aftermath: Chapter 7 | Utter Chaos

    “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. ...
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  • Hybrid: Chapter 3

    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.  ...
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  • A Necromancer's Mistake

    ((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...
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  • The Aftermath | Chapter 6: Whiterun at Last

    Morose and I set off at about 7 in the morning, as we said we would. I said a quiet farewell to Lenthil before exiting the cave, careful not to wake him. Morose and I walked for a bit, until a sign stood before us. Right pointing to Whiterun, and left pointing to Riften.   “You choose which way we g...
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  • The Aftermath | Chapter 5: Necromancy

    “OUT OF THE WAY!” screamed a voice.   I looked over. Someone was running right in my path! I leaped out of the way just in time, the man bolting through the burnt-up town like something was chasing him. A group of Draugr staggered past me a few seconds later. Something was chasing him!   “Uh, do you...
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  • The Aftermath | Chapter 4: Winterhold or Bust

    I woke up nestled against a cave wall, with someone leaning on me. It was Morose. Great. Just great. I frowned. For a demon, he actually looked normal in his sleep. It was kind of unnerving.   Then I noticed the burning smell in the air. I tried to crawl out from under him to inspect it, but my weak...
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  • The Aftermath | Chapter 3: Exile

      My hands were swollen and uncomfortable from the cold. We were nowhere near someplace warm, and I was getting impatient. My legs were strained from all of the physical activity that I wouldn't even think of doing in Winterhold. I was very far behind Morose, who was still marching along heartily li...
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  • The Aftermath | Chapter 2: The Villager

    I woke up, not really sure where I was.   "Uh..." I groaned. “Bah, you’re fine.” Said a voice. Morose.   I then realized I was being carried by the brute, his face stoic, as always.   "I-I guess?" I replied, rubbing my head. When I returned my hand to my side, I saw that my palm was coated with bloo...
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  • The Aftermath | Chapter 1: A Strange Noise

    (Author's Note: Before I begin, I have to thank my friend Wolfythewolf13 here on the site for all of her help with this story. It is not my story, it is our story. I am only uploading this on my account because she is rather new here. So thanks a lot, Wolfy. Also, as of today, this story is by no me...
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