After Lydia and I sought out Klimmek, we returned him his satchel. It was the late evening now, and all of Ivarstead was in a tense edginess. Surprisingly, there was a couple more wailing noises from the barrow last night, and the guards were all on alert. It reminded me about Wilhelm's request for us to check out the ruins, but I was so tired after the hike...
The trail's steps were wide thankfully, but encrusted as they were with ice, we still needed to be careful with our footing. Belethor was honest about his staves, no matter how expensive he priced them, they were keeping us warm as we climbed. There were a few wolves, but so far no trolls. Another plinth appeared around the bend. I still didn't know how the...
Chapter 6 - Best Laid Plans ***** "Who's the poor bastard losing his head?" I quietly asked the man next to me. "Roggvir," the man replied out of the side of mouth. "What did he do?" "You'll find out in a minute. The captain is walking up the steps now." Plenty of abuse was being hurled at the man dressed in little more than rags, hands bound in front...
Chapter 7 - The Road to Revenge ***** Vex surprised me by admitting she had been intimate with Vald, though she added that what occurred wasn't actually intimate. "He fucked me, came, then left me to finish myself off each time." "And you did this more than once?" She shrugged. "He has a big cock." She paused and smirked, "Same as someone else I've heard...
The Greybeards had graciously let Lydia lay our bedrolls out in the room off to the right of the front entrance, and even provided some partitioning screens for our feminine privacy. Just the same, I wanted to be sure that our "activities" would not violate these monks' sanctity, so I asked Arngeir about it. He assured me that the Greybeards were an order o...
I also forgot to mention in my character's introductory chapter before this, that I'm also using inspiration from the "mods" used by Xbox ONE players, but only a few of those, because they're necessary to describe the story. Since I posted a disclaimer in the prologue, I refer to that. * Tirdas, 1:34 pm 7th of Morning Star, year 201, 4th Era The road I w...
Chapter 2: Chains Rain pelted Athene as she ushered her horse forward. The animal was as drenched as she, but continued through the blinding rain and lightning. By her calculations Riften was only another hour or so ahead. She had been riding for two days now, resting only long enough to let the horse graze and drink; she had hardly slept since she left Wh...
Sure enough, tomorrow was exactly as it always had been. Athene was up at the crack of dawn and in full armor, ignoring the Argonian's spiteful words. "Ah, too bad. From the sounds of it, I thought you were being murdered up there." He hissed. Mercurio produced a flare of destruction from his palm, but Athene just smiled sweetly and continued on her way;...
Prologue I don't remember much from when I was a little girl. I grew up in Blackrose which is a city somewhat located in the center of Black Marsh and I remember always being scared. Father always told me not to swim in the lake without him or never stray from the city gates, monsters would eat me. I loved water. I could swim for hours at the bottom of the...
As Alduin's corpse started to glow and disintegrate, Lyara was struggling to comprehend what was happening. How can Farkas be dead? He can't be dead! She needed him. All the pain, heartache and grief she had ever experienced in her life all rose to the surface. All the frustration of being given a destiny instead of choosing one, anger at being ignored by h...