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  • Forbearance

    Watchful eye upon the hill, Watches over cities grand and towns small, Farmhouses and Jarl’s halls. It protects the children as they play, Guard’s eye, from shady vantage spies All that occurs, in the city around.   As He watches over his sentries, Smiling at the justice the...
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  • Rules and Regulations

    Rules and Regulations      There was a sense of misplacement, a palpable lack of belonging, that struck as I left what then were considered the northern borders of the Brotherhood’s Capital Wasteland. The winds were wispier, they bit more when the came off the rocks and the h...
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  • To Be a Boy Again

    To Be A Boy Again   Rude and sordid ploys, Separate the men from boys.   Men kill men for a single septim, And boys will merely take them. Men will lop off heads so grim, Boys will merely shake them. Men will chop men limb from limb, Boys will merely break them.   A man ma...
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  • The First Lesson in Necromancy

    Dusk covered the cave entrance, sealed away the crypt from view. All too near the highway, the cave was sufficient for its temporary role, and Hralmahn could not, honestly, have been more pleased. He always got a bit too nervous before these types of things, and so he resorted to his usual tics. Shi...
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  • Homunculize: Smitty Pt. 2

    Bones cracked as the creatures hit the ground, and the four beasts fell into a pile in the middle of the floor. They rose quickly, limbs flailing as they approached the ghoul. Smitty stood his ground upon the stage, his pistol firing rapidly. Despite the ringing in his ears, he continued firing in t...
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  • Homunculize: Smitty Pt. 1

    The ghoul sat in his favorite chair, contemplating whether or not he would do it. He wasn’t sure if he was ready, but there seemed to be nothing to lose--he would gain an immense sort of power, and all he had to do was listen to the ghoul beside him. Glancing over at Kent, he quietly chuckled about...
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  • Homunculize: Sookram

    The McClellan boy was the oldest of his family, despite his youth--he was thirteen. This gave him certain responsibilities. He tended the crops the most, fetched water the most, scrounged the most. The most menial of his tasks, though, was his post as a watchman--a useless position...the farm was t...
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  • Homunculize: Psyk

    Fire and brimstone. Fire and brimstone and flaming swords. Such was the life of the Forged. Psyk, born the bastard son of a man who had once been a lieutenant to the raiders’ leader, seemed cursed even before life by his status, and was born a runt. He was unliked and unloved, or if not one of thos...
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  • Homunculize: Aldous

    Aldous had never been the type of kid to play aimlessly in the sandbox, or to go to school every day and sit in the same chair, attentively listening to the teacher’s monotonous, apathetic tone. So he took the first opportunity he could, and he hitched a ride with Sven the trader. The agreement was...
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  • Slip The Noose

    Slip The Noose Slip the noose and fly away You’re destined not to die today.   Remember life upon the mount? High Rock called as home. Flowers amongst mountains high Countryside to roam.   Slip the noose and fly away Meet me here as you may.   Remember our sweet home at home? Our hearth our source ...
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  • In Bloodstains Embossed

    In Bloodstains Embossed Two friends Enticed by What lay ahead A cave laden with treasure Not far from their stead. Armed to the teeth With blade and with spell They approach the black maw And the darkness dispel. Torches bright for illuminating Keep the adventurers lit, And swords sharp, blades gle...
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  • Tools of the Trade

    Tools of the Trade a collaboration between PCTY and Lyall Steam flows off chilling steel, Bars formed into weapons, chaos into order. Shaped of the earth, formed of the dirt. Solid, like boulders unmovable. Made pure by the hand of the potentate smith, His tools an extension of himself. His hammer ...
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  • Ristaag

    Ristaag  The hunt Righteous And the product off all-good   The hunt which produces The fruits of the snow:   The elk, Hearty And meat tender to bone.   The snow fox, Agile With fur to avoid the cold.   The rabbit, Crafty, And blending in the snow.   The wolf Bloodthirsty Slaying its foes.   And the...
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  • Rude and Sordid Ploys

    Rude and Sordid Ploys Fire Raging fire Assailed the city walls Fire raging fire The city doomed to fall.   A storm brewed On the horizon A storm made of men This maelstrom crude And loyal to the General’s every whim.   The General On his mighty horse His white-like-lightning steed, Gave away the or...
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  • All Green and All Joy

    All Green and All Joy The battle rages O’er bridge Rushing river Fire is shot from valiant mages O’er high green ridge Men cold with death shiver.   The slice of the blade On the chest of the boy Who fought with all his small heart And the battle rages on in the glade It from life sucks all green a...
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  • The Political Game of the 4th Era Telvanni Isles

    The Political Game of 4th Era Telvanni Isles: An Account from Temdryn Calydos   The years before Red Year were turbulent ones for House Telvanni. They had recently made the switch, at the urging of several of the Masters of the House, and with assistance from the disorganization of the House during ...
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  • A Liferaft

    A Liferaft A liferaft For the broken sailor Who fell off his boat And sits awaiting a rescue In the icy waters afloat.   Suddenly, The unmanned boat Comes toward him He climbs aboard, He is no longer dying This man is alive.   The boat floats away To the warmth of the shore Warmth of the home and t...
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  • Fuga

    Fuga Hell was a noonday in the old ‘CF and me and the boys of the routine had grown sick so we took upon a plan to flesh out the old rats the ones with the NCR bear on their backs. It began like this: we had dynamite And all that lay between us and the rifles was a flimsy wooden frame So I guess i...
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  • My Girl Left Me for Another Raider

    My Girl Left Me for Another Raider My girl left me for another raider, who’s got a missile launcher to my pipe my girl, now I hate her left me for sick ol’ Johnny Gripes   Johnny was the kinda boy around the raider camp that would light the bugs on fire just for the hell of it.   And when we grew u...
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  • Samsara

    Samsara Samsara. I had heard the word once before in a classroom of the world before. It was a class on religion, all of which I lost, when the first nuke between us and the Chinese was fired. And as I escaped up the hill I passed all these men and women and kids I had known from my neighborhood bu...
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  • A Poetic Account of the First Battle of Hoover Dam

    A Poetic Account of the First Battle of Hoover Dam   Dust swirls, men charge, rifles fire at floods of spear and targe.   Cries, wails, come far and near, and the men who wail, wail in fear.   Blood splatters, paints the sand, red canyons take on a new meaning.   Death prevails, o’er profligate, o’e...
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  • The Trader and The Traitor

    The Trader and the Traitor The trader and the traitor walked down the road that day, said the trader to the traitor, “What have you to say of this war, that ravage our land, and kill our youth quicker than any god can?”   Said traitor to trader, “Here’s what I say: Damned be the war, and all those ...
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  • The Guard and the Trader and Mage

    The Guard and the Trader and Mage An elk, a strong and fervent spirit glides across the expansive dusk, night comes to the tundra and the trader, down on his luck continues on the old cobble path.   The guard, ever watchful, keeps his eyes not astray though he cannot keep himself from starlight vie...
  • Heaven was a whorehouse where everyone laid sky-high

    If the title made you squeamish, or you are a lilun, don't read in other words, 14+ for language Heaven was a whorehouse where everyone laid sky-high. I’d been told of Heaven--it was the place to be, by the drug-addled wanderers, that I would pass and I would meet. They told such ravings as, “Go t...
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  • Agnostic Souls

    Agnostic Souls What happens to souls of agnostic men? Who bow not to Divines, nor Daedric whim?   And what becomes, of those unbelieving, who live their lives outside Akatosh’ weaving?   One might say, for argument’s sake, that the men vanish, from Mundus’ wake.   Or else are somewhere, outside of o...
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  • Song of the Stormcloak Faithful

    Song for Stormcloak Faithful Talos as my witness. Twin moons as my guides. Lights of home reminders, Of reasons why I fight. Ysgramor, inspire me. Teach me how to fight. And smith for me a soul of steel. And un-kneeling pride. Show me o'er toward battle, let me follow signs. And keep me strong ...
  • Song of the Stormcloak Faithful

    This will be a mod list for those hearty lads who wish to make the most of their time in the service, and slaughter the most Imperials, too. It will be split into several categories, and much of it I consider "optional". This will contain mods with scripts. Get over it. Weapons/Armor: Extended St...
  • A Terminal Case

    A Terminal Case The squat brick building stuck out like a sore thumb, being surrounded by wasted buildings. So naturally, I approached it. The door put up a fight, being the only part of the building that seemed in disrepair, and, after checking for tripwires with a little probe, which I stuck unde...
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