Deserter - Chapter Eight: Oblivion

Posted May 15, 2016

He was falling. In reality, it was only a short distance to the floor; in his mind, however, the plummet was endless and exquisite. Perhaps it was symbolic. The inevitable fall after pride.  For the briefest of moments, he’d been wrapped up in the glory of it all. Whiterun’s rebellion. The fall of ...

Short Story: The Alchemist

Posted January 6, 2016

Mr. Flamel had always thought of nightfall in Skyrim as one of Kyne's most exorbitant - and most stunning - displays. Luckily for him, the grand spectacle insisted on repeating itself at the end of each day; first with its sun setting in a vivid sea of crimsons and oranges, then with the subtle tr...

Short Story: Faendal & the Formidable Lute

Posted December 31, 2015

In a sun-lit clearing in the forests tucked behind the town of Riverwood, a small doe was tentatively inching away from the tangle of trees and plants that made up its home. It was entranced by the harmonious playing of a lute, whose strings echoed off of bark and stone, filling the clearing with a...

Deserter - Chapter Seven: Calling

Posted November 16, 2015

'The only time a soldier can be truly at ease, Caius, is on his deathbed.' Weary eyes observed the inert form of a hold guard with solemn contemplation. 'Broken', a healer had said of the body. 'Beyond restoration.' And indeed, the chest shuddered silently with every breath; singed flesh quivered s...

Deserter - Chapter Six: Loss

Posted October 21, 2015

It was during an ungodly hour that Jarl Balgruuf the Greater swept through Whiterun’s Wind District, a bitter cold numbing him to the core. Pausing at the bottom of the steps that lead to Dragonsreach, the Jarl loosened his grip on a courier’s letter that had been savagely torn apart and crushed in...