Blasted thieves and their blasted mead – or however they called the concoction they had served us. I bolted awake with the first light streaming through the window of our room, a throbbing pain in my head and a disgusting, sour taste in my mouth. I felt sore all over, muscles taut and aching. Only…
“Qhouri, we gotta go. Bjorlam is waiting.” Athis shoved back his chair, still chewing on a piece of bread, and fetched his pack from the corner where we had deposited our gear. I grumbled under a yawn. “Can’t even finish my breakfast? Gimme a moment.” I wasn’t even entirely awake yet after a night with…
The Divines had fun with me. Lots of it. I imagined them all – eight, nine or how many ever, what did we mortals know of the gods after all? – gathered at a large table, feasting merrily while Akatosh shows them his newest toy and what he can make it do. Run back and…
Warning: Sexual situations, NSFW I was itchy and irritated as we tried to lay as much distance as possible between us and Northwatch Keep, angry at the Thalmor for being such sick bastards and Thorald for getting himself caught, at Kharjo because the Khajiit girl had died under his watch and at the Companions because…
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…
Betrayed. Another lightning bolt slammed me into the wall and drove the air from my lungs, but I barely felt it under the feeling of bursting into fragments. Something clenched around my chest, prevented any breathing, and at the same time I felt how I left my flesh, was shattered and torn apart and pulled…
I could have killed Farkas for his assault with the mask if it hadn’t felt so good to have arrived here. Wherever here was. When the strange feeling of falling without moving subsided, I felt nearly dizzy with the sudden silence around me. No wind howling through open windows and broken walls, none of the…
“Like this.” Vilkas’ voice was flat and emotionless as he bent over the alchemy table. “Be careful not to damage it.” He held the abdomen of the insect between index and thumb of his left hand, pressed its head with the tip of a needle against the soft wooden board and fixated it with a…
“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…
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…
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