Eyes on the Future: 5. Impact

Farkas looked as if he wanted to scream as he kicked the door shut, frustration and fury struggling in his expression. I sat down at the edge of the bed and started to unbuckle my armour. He spun around. “Why, Qhouri? Why can’t he just… stop being an ass?” The question was so absurd, and…

Eyes on the Future: 4. Disappointment

Winterhold was a frozen, hopeless, useless wreck of a city. Even in such a godsforsaken corner of Skyrim a city that wasn’t even able to come up with a halfway decent breakfast deserved to collapse into the sea. I had barely slept and woke with the first light, a dull ache lingering in my bones…

Eyes on the Enemy: 3. One Step at a Time

I hated him. What a pretentious, ungrateful, horrible old man. At least the feeling was mutual. Esbern frowned deeply when we finally left the sewers. “Great, first drinking games with a bunch of thieves, and now this… why don’t we simply stay here? After all, we’re as good as dead already.” But I dragged him…

Eyes on the Enemy: 2. Negotiations

In the end our plan worked… well, like a charm would be exaggerated, considering that the Thalmor had a new number one on their “Most Wanted” list, but it worked and Delphine got what she needed. The party itself was the most ridiculous event I had ever attended – despite the majority of the guests…

Eyes on the Enemy: 1. Resurrection

It was the day the bard came that I realised that the endless frost would make way for spring and that life would return. Something was different that morning. Snowback’s familiar weight on my feet was missing when I woke up, and the sun shone under my ledge, causing bright flecks to dance behind my…

Eyes on the Prey: 15. Futile

“It’s all a question of preparation,” Torvar announced dryly as he pulled an insane amount of mead bottles from his pack. “I wanna see them empty tomorrow, or you’ll have to carry them yourself.” We had arrived at the Valtheim Towers before sunset, and Farkas’ stew, Torvar’s supplies and the fire in the closed room…

Eyes on the Prey: 14. Brothers

Every stranger entering the Moorside Inn next morning would have just seen an utterly ordinary family having the first meal of the day together. Parents chatting about everyday problems like parents do it everywhere and have done it forever, the children wriggling about in their chairs, eager to finish and get out into the autumn…