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Leea Leea 6 days ago
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 40

Chapter 40
2nd Era 582

Fennorian actually had had a bed. "I thought I might need it someday," he smilingly explained as he flipped back the covers. "When I came here, I asked for a bed. Gwendis teased me about it, but I'm glad I kept it around."

He'd worn looser clothes than his original outfit. It consisted of linen pants in light tan, with a soft cotton, cream colored, short-sleeved shirt that looked extremely like a t-shirt to me. There was tiny embroidery in brown around the hems of both garments of open diamond shapes. My own was a floor-length nightgown that didn't look like one, being sapphire blue cotton with a ruched waist and wrists, and embroidered along the neck and hemlines with black, stylized flowers. It allowed me to walk arou…


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Leea Leea 13 days ago
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 39

Chapter 39
2nd Era 582

We were at what was called a "wayshrine", which was used to travel long distances in this time. There sure weren't any in my time, and I wondered if I could analyze their magic so I could make "fast travel technology" in my Era. Lyris had used the shrine to head back to Windhelm, after we'd all said our goodbyes. "The heat of battle is the fire that forges the strongest blades," I'd told her, an old Nord proverb I'd heard once. "Few people would ever match your blade, in that case." She'd responded by laughing in that booming voice and agreeing, but saying, "You may say you aren't a Nord, but your heart beats like one. It'll carry you far into the future with honor and valor." and with a wink and that giant battleaxe, …


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Leea Leea 20 days ago
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 38

Chapter 38
2nd Era 582

I woke in a bed. It smelled of really old vampires. I opened my eyes and was greeted to the sight of vaulted ceilings high overhead. Ones that looked like... Nighthollow Keep? Greyhome? I took a deep breath and let it out. Someone by me in the bed stirred, and I glanced over, expecting the worst.

Verandis sat there, at the edge of the bed, partially facing me. His eyes and face bloomed with pure joy to see me awake and (apparently) well. "You're awake!" he exclaimed. "I almost thought we'd lost you..." he trailed off, his voice wavering a little.
I grunted, my throat feeling parched. Aside from a little stiffness all over, I felt fine. The well of Light was refilled, as was everything else. "I need to stop waking in a f…


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Leea Leea 27 days ago
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming Chapter 37

Chapter 37
2nd Era 582

They were... talking to someone. Not each other.

We all entered cautiously and quietly, but they turned at our entrance, anyway. Belain, Rada al-Saran, and a flesh version of Idrisin stood under the Dark Heart. There was a luminescence above the Heart itself, where the orrery would be; this, I knew, was Anu, radiating down from the orrery and into the stone ceiling, preventing His brother from reaching up into the Dwemer mechanism itself. The Dark Heart appeared exactly as it had in a couple of my visions: a Dwarven Metal casing surrounding something very large and spherical. It glowed with a lurid, azure green glow, and blacker than black tendrils floated around it, coming from beneath the casing, like a halo of dark ten…


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Leea Leea 15 August
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 36

Chapter 36
2nd Era 582

"Well, that was a horrid fate he suffered," Adusa remarked, tail a little fluffy, "Riddles and the horror of Darkness. And what would be 'spinning brass worlds'?" she asked, to no one in particular.
"An orrery?" Fennorian and I said at the same time. We both glanced at each other with some amusement before I continued. "I've been in a few in the rest of Skyrim. The Dwarves lived underground, and they had quite a few orreries to chart the heavens they almost never saw. All of them had things made of Dwarven metal that revolved around a central aparatus. But... what could al-Saran want with an orrery? How does that fit into what he wants from the Dark Heart?"
Verandis shook his head. "I guess we'll know when we get there." …


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Leea Leea 8 August
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 35

Chapter 35
2nd Era 582

Blackreach. I knew the blue glow when I saw it. I knew the mushrooms when I saw them. I wondered how big Blackreach actually was, and how many caverns there were of it under Skyrim.

Fennorian had taken me all the way down here, following Adusa and Verandis as they apparently followed where this Belain and Rada had been beforehand. A sort of energy pathway, like I had when I rescued the Count from Coldharbour, only this was through walls and solid rock to enter this portion of Blackreach. Fennorian reformed near Adusa and Verandis, who stood on a balcony. I was gently dropped next to him. "I'm glad that worked. Last time I didn't take you through a wall." he said, in my mind. He smiled tentatively.
Telepathy? I asked mysel…


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Leea Leea 1 August
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 34

Chapter 34
2nd Era 582

Our hands were yanked from each other, by the force of the "explosion" in the memory walk. Since my other hand was held by Fennorian, I was saved from being totally flung off the bed, but Verandis wasn't so lucky: he flew off the side of the bed where he'd sat and impacted against the wall with a surprised, pained grunt. There were surprised cries and shouts from Gwendis and Adusa, who rushed to pick up the Count from the place he'd slid to, on the floor. Fenn helped me back up onto the bed, his eyes super wide.
"Empress!" Cicero was crying. "Empress!" He rushed over, helping Fennorian to get me up onto the bed. I was sort of limp with shock.
My reality fell on me like another bucket of cold water. I was livid. "Dammit!…


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Leea Leea 25 July
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 33

Chapter 33
2nd Era 582

There was a sense of foreboding, like a thick, roiling vapor encroaching me. Or a heavy blanket draped over myself, where it would make it hard for me to escape. Through this blackness, I saw eyes watching me; white, burning eyes that spoke of incredible age and power. They gazed at me with some distain before more and more eyes... hundreds, perhaps thousands of them, joined the first: red, orange and piercing bluish green, these orbs full of reverence as hollow voices intoned, "Mother, guide us on our path. Mother, birth us into a new night. Mother, Our Mother, wed Our Father and give your blessings to the world." A heartbeat filled the air, deep, and pulsing with power. Unspeakably dark and evil hands reached for me, …


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Leea Leea 18 July
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 32

Chapter 32
2nd Era 582

Verandis' voice was quiet, but relieved. "You blessed her. Do you think it will work? Will she be taken from Bal's grasp?"
I turned to him. "I don't know. But it was a blessing that she didn't really deserve. I gave it anyway, because I figured that was what you might want for an old, but terribly misguided friend."
There was much pleasure in his gaze. "Thank you. Perhaps, if she is cleansed from Molag Bal, she will find the peace I so desired for all of us."
I shrugged, and Gwendis asked, in her usual way, "What was that she said about you being 'The Mother'? The 'he' is gonna corrupt your kids, maybe? That can't be good."
Verandis admonished her. "Gwendis! What a terrible thing to say!"
Fennorian was equally upset. "How …





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Leea Leea 11 July
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 31

Chapter 31
2nd Era 582

Verandis was shocked. "Then why wait all this time? Rada's had centuries upon centuries to enact this. He even had... my failed research. There must be a reason he waited this long."
I walked out of this Tzinghalis' laboratory and down the hall. "I don't know. But I think it has to do with Anu." I replied, searching for this "throne room" where I'd find a memory-version of the man who spoke to me in Greymoor.
"How so?"
"His brother wants to destroy the remnant of the 12 worlds of Creation he shattered eons ago. Do you know the Anuad?"
"I'm familiar with it, yes," he replied, as I walked past various vampires and werecreatures (most in unchanged forms) who gave me (as Memory Verandis) a host of bigoted, "Mortals are our playt…




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Leea Leea 4 July
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 30

Chapter 30
2nd Era 582

Jorunn the Skald-King was just as imposing as I'd been told he was. He filled the room, but it wasn't his body that did that, it was his presence. I had been informed before I'd been sent back in time that he liked to sing (hence the name "Skald King"), and something told me not to ask "What songs do you know?" because then I would be here for longer than I wanted.

Thankfully, this "meet-and-greet" didn't last that long, as both rulers (Princess Svana and Jorunn) had things to get back to, which I was grateful. However, the Eastern High King definitely noted the Amulet hanging from my neck because his eyes snagged on it. He had a long, pretty questioning look on his face for a while after that. But since he didn't say a…


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Leea Leea 27 June
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 29

Chapter 29
2nd Era 582

I woke up in a bed. Someone was standing over me, but my vision was a little blurry. I blinked a couple more times, and that person was revealed as Count Verandis. He was casting a spell over me, and I recognized a Restoration spell when I saw one... or felt it, as in this case.
"Rats." I mumbled, shading my eyes from the sunlight coming in through the windows. It wasn't red, which was a good thing. "It wasn't just a bad dream."
He stopped. "Me, or something else?"
I kept my hand up to shade my eyes, but my muscles groaned at me and complained the longer I held my arm up. Someone pulled the curtains, darkening the room, so I let my hand drop. "No, no. Of course not. Not you. Just... running all the way down to Blackreach…



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Leea Leea 20 June
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 28

Chapter 28
2nd Era 582

The front door was guarded, of course, so I had to deal with the (rather large and able) guardians there before I had the satisfaction of busting down their door. Fennorian helped, as two bolts whistled past me and thunked into (and through) the guards who ducked my fire bolts. I could have used explosive fire balls, but I wanted to avoid collateral damage, which would have been an injured vampire. Misfired crossbow bolts were one thing, a missing arm or leg from a fire ball blast was another. I screamed at the huge barred and locked doors: "Fus, Ro, Dah!" and they blew inward and off their hinges (along with some of the outer wall) with the force of the blast. Fenn's eyes were big as we entered the castle.

Surprisingly…


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Lazarus Grimm Lazarus Grimm 18 June
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Elder Effect: The Engineer

Elder Effect
Chapters
The Dark Discovery - The Gift - The Visitors -

The Assassin - The Engineer



ELDER EFFECT

The Engineer

The moon Khenarthi was plagued by an insufferable heatwave which seemed to bother everyone not indigenous to Elsweyr or its surrounding moons. Milerius was sweating heavily in his suit as the Silt Strider had brought him all the way to the remote settlement of Catpaw Hill. Though the air was breathable, the heat made it thick and heavy. He almost felt like he was trapped inside a Nordic sauna.

Now that was a vacation to remember.

A few passengers exited the dropship, and containers of goods were unloaded. The next departure would be in the next hour, so he hoped that his visit here would be convincing enough in order for him …



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Leea Leea 13 June
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 27

Chapter 27
2nd Era 582

Fennorian's contact, who went by the name "Old Mjolen", was indeed like a Reach witch, just as he said. She also reminded me quite a bit of Bothela at the Hag's Cure in Markarth, in my time. Had the same kind of knowledge and way of talking, too. Constantly told me I'd make an incredible witch myself, and Fennorian could be a "clever woman" too, even though he was male... and an Elf. Then she got really... randy and started talking about all the love potions she could make "and that it looks like you two have been tasting some" to which Fenn blushed silently, his head down as he examined alchemical components. He got redder and redder and began to nervously chuckle as she went on and on in the same topic while we worke…


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Leea Leea 6 June
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 26

Chapter 26
2nd Era 582

We appeared in a ball of light, near Gwendis, who jumped at our sudden appearance.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, eyes wide. "I didn't even send out word yet to come! But its good you're here. Solitude needs our help. There's storms that are being conjured to drain the souls of the populace all around the holds. I told Princess Svana that I'd be sending someone to come and help, but I didn't know you'd be coming that quick! What happened at Castle Thorn?" she asked, gazing at us expectantly.
"She... obliterated it," Fennorian managed, still apparently trying to come to grips with the storm I'd summoned. Hey, I was just Dragonborn, not like I was some god or anything!
"'Obliterated it'?" she asked, seemingly confused. "How?"
"She y…




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Leea Leea 30 May
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 25

Chapter 25
2nd Era 285

Fennorian was still holding tightly to my hand. I didn't let go, either. I sensed a particular... foreboding coming from the pathway heading up the mountainside. Cicero and Verandis were close by.
"Am I the only one to sense something completely evil up the path?" I asked, my voice echoing oddly. I wondered what made it do that, though at the same time part of me didn't want to know.
"I feel it," Fennorian replied, voice quiet with dread. "It... it is ancient. I've never felt something this old."
"It feels like vampires," Verandis noted, coming closer. His pale yellow eyes glowed in the gloom. Fenn's eyes were a different hue, so didn't glow the same way. "A lot of them. Certainly an army's worth. And plenty of other... …



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Leea Leea 23 May
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 24

Chapter 24
2nd Era 582

I grunted softly as I cradled my head in my hands. This worried Fennorian, who stood before me at his alchemy table. Since our "mind-meld" a few minutes earlier, he'd become far less awkward and shy.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked, clutching my arms.
I smiled a little at him, raising my head. He was slightly blurred out, the effect of the massive headache I was beginning to experience as a result of my immense concentration not long before. "An incredible headache, like none I'd ever had before," I explained, touching my forehead, where part of the pain was located. "An 'after-effect', shall we say, from my most recent... adventure."
He quickly turned from me and selected a vial without hesitation from the dozens o…



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Leea Leea 16 May
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 23

Chapter 23
2nd Era 582

I sat in the ritual circle crosslegged, the quill in my lap as I meditated. I hoped this would work; I'd never gone to another plane metaphysically to get someone. Hell, I'd never gone to another plane metaphysically ever, at all. This was another new one on me and I sure hoped it all worked out like they wanted it to, and I wouldn't be their new meal, Anu's assurance that they were "virtuous vampires" aside. All but two had left the room, like I had asked: Cicero by the door, and Gwendis on the floor by me. She was quiet, but I sensed that she wanted to talk. I decided to ask, "What do you want to know? I feel the questions you have."
I could feel her eyebrows rise up. "I didn't realize my thoughts were that loud."
I fe…


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Leea Leea 9 May
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 22

Chapter 22
2nd Era 582

After the initial shock of finding a living Ehlnofey (much less one who had... special abilities and was a king, as well), I knew one thing: my party was getting too big. I was supposed to be incognito; I was supposed to be small and easy to infiltrate areas. I couldn't do that with well over a hundred people following me. I was about to say something in this regard when Everian beat me to it.
"I know why you've only come here with just a loyal guardsman by your side," he said, a small smile lighting up his face. "You desired to be inconspicuous; to travel light and easily."
"... Yeah, I did." I admitted, blushing a little.
His smile grew. He bowed, his hair cascading from his shoulders by the motion. "Then we shall await …



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Leea Leea 2 May
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 21

Chapter 21
2nd Era 582

I heard feet running up to me and turned around. Everyone was there, Vanus Galerion, Mannimarco, Laloriaran Dynar, and Cicero. So much for staying put like I asked. "Hey! I told you to stay put!" I exclaimed, though not really angry.
Mannimarco - expectedly - was the one to speak first, beating Cicero to the punch. "I never saw anything like that! Are you okay? There was a long, unearthly scream..."
"That wasn't me. It was the impostor Y'ffre. Though, let me tell you, I never saw an activation like that. The other two Towers were nothing like this one. Must have been because someone was leeching power from it."
"The others weren't like this, then?" Dynar asked, puzzling. His eyes glowed in concert with the luminous mold …



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Leea Leea 25 April
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 20

Chapter 20
2nd Era 582

The brightness faded, and I was able to see who it was that Anu had sent to aid us against the Wild Hunt. My mouth gaped and I exclaimed, "Shor?!"
The Lord of Mortals and Patron of Mankind stood there, where the bright light had been. He appeared this time like he had the last: a flawless Nord man with golden hair and piercing blue eyes, which were currently lit with mirth. He lit up this dark forest floor like the sunshine, his body emitting a bright, shining aura. He wore a sapphire blue long-sleeved silk tunic, which overlain black, slim pants. A pewter-hued cloak was fastened at his throat with an engraved and ivory-inlaid copper brooch and hung down to his ankles. He wore armor, which seemed to be attached to his …


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Leea Leea 18 April
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 19

Chapter 19
2nd Era 582

I figured I'd messed up again in regards to Mannimarco, but I didn't know what else to do. Him being overtly seductive (to put it plainly) was annoying, but him being downright depressed when I told him "no" was distressing. I found myself in a conundrum, yet again. I should have just blasted him into defeat in the first place, like Vanus wanted. Hell, he likely would have joined in, if I had.

He left me on my own in my room, yet at the same time I was not alone; my unease was like a third character in the room with Cicero and I, haunting me from its place just over my shoulder where it could watch me and unnerve me. He left with a lightened step; I was left with sagging shoulders.

Cicero, of course (always watchful Cice…


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Leea Leea 11 April
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 18

Chapter 18
2nd Era 582

I had way too many dreams in the night that included Mannimarco. Too many to count. Most of them involved him in states of undress or... other intimate activities he tried unsuccessfully to include me in. I wasn't interested in him - at least in that way - so these weren't "subconscious desires" that simply played out in my sleep. No, I was pretty sure these had a Source, and said Source was in this woodland inn. I was immune to charm spells, thanks to Anu (it wouldn't do to have your Champion become spelled by someone for their own purposes), so the only thing the former Dark Wizard could do was bother me in my sleep by sending unwanted dreams. I only wanted to be his friend, not any sort of... romantic partnership.

I woke irrit…


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Leea Leea 4 April
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 17

Chapter 17
2nd Era 582

Whereas before I was ankle deep in ashes, now I was shin deep and sinking in slurry-like compost. I'd heard they liked to keep the forest "as is" in Valenwood, but this was nuts. Who knew how deep this stuff was. I didn't want to find out, either.

Quickly, I lifted myself up with Telekinesis and hovered slightly over the mass of rotting plant material. The men likewise did much the same, except Cicero, who knew no magic.
"Empress!" he cried, sinking in the stinking brew, like one would in quicksand. "Oh, bother and befuddle! Please save Poor Cicero! He is sinking, sinking! Sinking in the stinking muck!"
I "pulled" on him and brought him to his feet, so that he hovered slightly over the compost like I did. He danced and cl…


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Leea Leea 28 March
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 16

Chapter 16
2nd Era 582

Just after Cicero ran in and announced Mannimarco's arrival, he entered the Throne Room, sliding past my guard as if he wasn't there. He looked a lot like Vanus Galerion, aside from the darkness that emanated from him like a halo of sorts. I wasn't sure, though, if it was a "physical" halo or something I could just sense. He wore a robe much like the Worm Cultists I'd seen earlier in that farmhouse, but his was armored with ebony filigree and sculpted plates around the shoulders, torso, and forearms, with "taloned" black metal gauntlets in the same filigree. He shared the same silver hair (same length, too) and light golden skin as the Arch Magister, but the eyes were a different color: bright yellow as opposed to the …


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Leea Leea 21 March
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 15

Chapter 15
2nd Era 582

His jaw was set tight, clenched in hate. Vanus Galerion stared at me intensely, golden eyes filled with anger. "Do you have any plan on how you intend on changing Mannimarco?" he asked, voice trembling slightly with the emotions that were all over his delicately featured face. "If it weren't for Anu's wish, I would say we just kill him. I don't think he's worth saving."
Once again, I saw both men as polar opposites: Vanus being the Good Mage and head of the Mages Guild, and Mannimarco the Evil Mage, and head of the Order of the Black Worm. Now was not the time to make those statements, however. I instead said, "Anu said he was not born evil; that he was seduced into serving the Darkness, so I see it as entirely possibl…


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Leea Leea 14 March
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 14

Chapter 14
2nd Era 582

Ugh, gross. I landed right in an ash pile. I supposed I should have been grateful that I didn't land head first in it, instead. That would have been way worse!

The portal had been closed behind me, and I stood up, wanting to get out of this poor soul's remains as quickly as possible. I looked around, searching for King Dynar. It took me a few moments before I saw him standing next to the Ruby Throne, unharmed and quite awake. He wore a seeming variant of Elven armor, but his had much larger shoulder guards, and it wasn't so eagle-themed. In fact, it didn't appear to have any feather motifs on it at all, the only shared similarity between it and Elven armor was the color, which meant it was made from Moonstone. I glanced up …


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Leea Leea 7 March
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 13

Chapter 13
2nd Era 582

I stared at the King. He was knee deep in some sort of azure blue liquid... stuff, his arms were clamped in mechanisms off to his sides, and his face was blank, eyes closed. My eyebrows furrowed. "So... what was I talking to this whole time?" I asked his suspended voice, which emanated all around me once more, as I'd gotten to this cell where he was trapped. I thought he'd be awake, not... whatever this is.
"I've been projecting myself to help you, not unlike one projects themselves when they want to speak to someone when they are asleep," he replied, voice amused. "Surely you know what I am referring to?"
"Yeah. I do." I said, studying this prison. I'd heard before - in my own world - about projecting yourself to someo…


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Daeds IV Daeds IV 1 March
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For Honor and Glory - Chapter I: A Fresh Start

Torus hitched Baron’s reigns to the post and slid off, taking a long look at the walls of Whiterun. They were not as impressive or sturdy as the walls of Markarth, but perhaps that mattered little to him. It was a breath of fresh air to see something built by human hands and filled with cracks and errors. For all 18 years of his life, Torus has been surrounded by brass towers and polished stone that the dwarves had built. He didn’t complain because it kept the Reachmen out, but he never cared for it.

“You out from Rorikstead?” The stablemaster, a burly nord with a red bushy beard, asked him.

“Hm?”

“You got that look in your eye,” He elaborated. He approached Torus’ horse and gave it a light pat on its neck. “You know, you can usually tell whe…

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Leea Leea 28 February
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 12

Chapter 12
2nd Era 582

There was a pile of ashes on the throne. I had a good idea who this had been: the "Empress" Clivia Tharn. There were other mounds of ashes practically everywhere else, but only one on the Ruby Throne itself. It didn't seem right, her still sitting there, even in death. Purified by Anu or not, she was still a false Empress and didn't deserve it. I spoke a Word and her ashes blew off. "Cicero," I began, facing him. He was standing a pace away, ankle deep in an ash pile. "Guard the doors. There are no doubt more Cultists outside the Palace. Make sure none come in, if they had happened to witness what went on just now."
He danced a little jig, kicking up the ash, but making me smile. "Oh, yes, yes, Empress! Cicero lives to s…


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Leea Leea 21 February
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 11

Chapter 11
2nd Era 582

With Anu's Grace I was able to travel through the Imperial City without the Darkness I'd felt earlier seeping into my mind and blanketing my senses. I could tell Vanus felt the same, too. Cicero must have felt this darkness as I had earlier. He was muttering behind me, alert and stiff in his seat: "Cicero feels the Void, as of old. The Old Days and the Old Ways. Sithis... Sithis can't claim me now... No... Not ever... But, must keep an eye out... Cicero needs to watch for trouble... Keep the Empress safe..."
Anu would protect me and my companions from the Order and Darkness, but I felt the eyes of the people watching us. I didn't want to glance around and search for these owners of the eyes, because that would mean I w…


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Leea Leea 14 February
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 10

Chapter 10
2nd Era 582

Unfortunately, there wasn't that much in the safe. A coin purse with about 40 gold in it, an enchanted set of gloves for easier heavy-weight lifting (a needed thing for a farmer) and... more potions. Fear and Frenzy poisons, and extremely strong ones, at that. So, the Worm Cultists had kept their most toxic creations here. I dreaded to think of who the hell they might be "saving" them for. I could tell by looking at them that they were extremely strong and very long lasting. Yikes.
Vanus and Cicero were standing in the doorway leading outside. Cicero wouldn't leave until I did, and Vanus was waiting for me. I told them both to go out fully. Something in the tone of my voice, however, must have sparked the Arch Magister…


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Leea Leea 7 February
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 9

Chapter 9
2nd Era 582

There was something... off about the house up ahead. I was about to say something to this effect, when Vanus whispered, "Stop. The house there... it doesn't feel right." His gold eyes narrowed. "It feels like-"
"Undeath," I finished for him. It felt like a black cloud, like smoke you could smell but not see yet. It wasn't actual smell, but it reeked to my magical senses. But what kind of undeath? There were a few; and each and every type was not the same, other than the subject of each type cheated death one way or another. I thought on it, until Vanus said: "It feels like necromancy," his spat, lips twisting in disgust.
I squinted and stared at the house in question. Details were kind of hard to make out at this distance (we …


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Leea Leea 31 January
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 8

Chapter 8
2nd Era 582

I woke to Cicero screaming and shrieking. I bolted up in bed and it took me a couple of forever-filled seconds as I searched frantically for the intruder before I realized that Cicero wasn't shrieking at someone but rather himself. He was still in the corner where he'd been (what I assumed was) last night, but he was waving his arms in the air and causing a ruckus. I got the gist from his near-gibberish that he'd fallen asleep while he was watching over me, and was angry at himself. I quickly got out of bed and tried to comfort him, lest he cause all the bottles at the bar to shatter.
"Cicero! Cicero! Stop!" I shouted, and he instantly stood stock still, sniffling and whimpering. "Its fine! Nothing's wrong! No need to be ang…


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HambleBee HambleBee 25 January
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Sins of the Ancestor

It was a cold and rainy night on the city of Whiterun, where tensions were high and the people were wary. The uneasy, momentary peace between the stationed Praetorians of the Imperial Legion and the Snow-Hammers of the Stormcloaks drew a narrow line between reconciliation and full blown conflict. Both elites from the opposing factions awaited orders from their superiors who were inside the city's palace of Dragonsreach, where Jarl Balgruuf the Greater and some of the other Jarls of Skyrim gathered along with a few members of the Vigilants of Stendarr and at least four members of the Dawnguard.

The usual fare for any long drawn meeting was provided, with light snacks and drinks at the tables, namely cooled water and cold mead in small kegs. …

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Leea Leea 24 January
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 7

Chapter 7
2nd Era 582

The inn was called "The Stumbling Minotaur". It even had a little sign out front of a minotuar with a bottle of alcohol in hand, as if to impress this was why he stumbled. I still hadn't seen a minotaur, yet. I hadn't explored that much of Cyrodiil to date, and the creatures preferred out-of-the-way places and old Alessian ruins, not the more populated places I'd been. I knew what they looked like from books and paintings, but not personally.

The accommodations were well enough, for an inn out in the middle of nowhere. Then again, I knew about remote taverns, didn't I? The Nightgate Inn in Skyrim was about as middle-of-effing-nowhere as you could get, yet it had nice beds and good food, and it was all run by one guy. At …


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Leea Leea 17 January
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 6

Chapter 6
2nd Era 582

Vanus Galerion stared straight ahead for what seemed the longest time. He finally said, "Its similar in some contexts to history as we know it, but at the same time... is quite different."
"I know. Which makes it all the more believable, in my eyes."
He looked over at me. We continued to ride our horses, and were past the volcanic flats of Skyrim. His eyes appeared as someone who has a lot of information to digest. I didn't blame him. "How did you hear this? How did the gods tell you?"
"Well," I began, shifting in my saddle, feeling Cicero's warm body behind me, "Just after I'd activated the Adamantine, I was tasked by Anu to give Shor's heart back to him. Anu had taken it away from the so-called Almsivi-" I saw the quest…



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Leea Leea 10 January
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 5

Chapter 5
2nd Era 582

Shor, Lord of Mortals and Patron of Mankind, give me strength to tell your story, because hearing your tale was a heart-wrenching one and I still cry about it.

Stendarr, God of Justice and Merciful Forbearance, lend me your Forbearance so when I tell the truth of the ages and people ask (for the twentieth time) if this history is actually true, I will restrain myself from throttling them in a fit of frustration.

Mara, Goddess of Love and Compassion, give me the compassion to see that if people don't believe what really happened many thousands of years ago, I will be compassionate that they've just been taught the wrong history and they'll come around... eventually.

Kyne, Wife of Shor, Goddess of the Wind and Air, Patron of…


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Leea Leea 3 January
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 4

Chapter 4
2nd Era 582

After I knocked, there was a slight pause before I heard a voice coming from beyond:
"Come in."
I let out my breath before I opened the door.

The room looked like a study of sorts. Half library, half living quarters. A tall, mint green and brown robed man with silver hair stood at the far part of it, looking out the window. He turned as I came into the room. The expression on his face told me he was expecting someone else. His gold eyes took me in, narrowing slightly. "Who are you? I wasn't expecting... visitors."
"I... I'm here to see you." I tried to reply. I thought I had all of what I would say mapped out. I guess not.
"Who sent you?" He continued to stand by the window, body half turned towards me.
"That's actually a lo…





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Leea Leea 28 December 2020
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 3

Chapter 3
2nd Era 582

Asking guards for information was a hit-or-miss at best; sometimes they didn't know what went on in their own holds, or even just down the road from where they were stationed. Sometimes I thought innkeepers were far better at knowing what was going on where (even all the way across the province!) and when than they did. Remembering this, I nixed the idea of asking a guard for information on "magical places" in Windhelm but rather on an innkeeper. But the Candlehearth Hall didn't exist at this time; it was still someone's house. There had to be another bar around somewhere. Nords loved their drink, after all. I ended up asking someone who was chopping wood in the Stone Quarter (the wood chopping block was actually in the…


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Psychomantis108 Psychomantis108 27 December 2020
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The Golden Ash Yam Tournament 2020 Announcement

This year has been long and it's been hard, it has a lot in common with my manhood!


But fear not, for unlike my manhood this year will not be... I'm going to stop this metaphor, I don't like where it's going!


Behold, at the 11th hour of the year of pestilence, we have finally unveiled our new Golden Ash Yam Tournament! We have been invited by a similar minded fellow, by the name of Algol to stage the tourney in his realm. Our contestants will be fighting in close quarters, with the souls of the host realm's greatest champions at their beak and call!


So, without further ado, may I present this year's Golden Ash Yam Tournament!


Please watch the event here on our new 'Yew Tube' channel! = https://youtu.be/ssELVLMCY5k

The fixtures are as follows... …






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Leea Leea 20 December 2020
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 2

Chapter 2
2nd Era 582

Shame there wasn't such a thing as cameras here. But you did have charcoal or feather pens and ink wells (took me a long time to get the hang of quill pens!) and paper, or paint and canvas if you had the time. I had nothing against art; I was an artist myself and often sketched or painted whatever caught my eye, both here and back where I came from. But there was something... just something about being able to quickly catch a snapshot that drawing or painting couldn't do. It certainly took longer to complete a painting or drawing than using a camera to do it, but at the same time, technology had had a tendency to take all the "handcrafted warmth" out of the stuff it did, but I still sometimes missed the option to grab my o…



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Leea Leea 13 December 2020
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Chapter 1

Chapter 1
2nd Era 582
Unlike my first landing in this world, where I ended up splayed in a snowbank in the wilderness of Skyrim, I landed in the past with no jolt at all. You couldn't say I was used to it, as this was the first time I'd been time travelling at all. Period.

I took a deep breath and glanced over at Cicero. He was armed to the teeth with ebony weapons: bow, quiver of arrows (stuffed full), dagger, and a long sword and shield. He also wore his Penitus Occulatus armor. All his gear was enchanted to both enhance his already formidable abilities and resist magic. I made it as strong as I could muster: grand souls, remembering how to enchant with the eyes and ears to produce two enchantments on the same item. He could fight off armie…



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Leea Leea 7 December 2020
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The Outsider Chronicles: The Claiming: Introduction

Hi guys, its me again. Its been a while since I've posted anything here (real life got in the way), and while I'd love to continue the Tale of Voronwe series I had been writing a few years back, I lost the manuscripts for everything I'd written past Chapter 104, but I have been creating a new blog series in the meantime when I could write again. This one sees everything from an outsider's point of view, as the title suggests. Its written as if I'd been plucked from my world and placed in the Elder Scrolls universe. It features many of the same characters you know about already (Mannimarco, Cicero and King Laloriaran Dynar, to name a few) and some you have never heard of (Everian, the king of a new race). It also re-imagines most preexistin…

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Nelthro Nelthro 7 April 2020
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Planning my new canon

List of planned Chapters

  • Book One: Guilds
    • Honourbound
    • Guilds: Mages College
    • Guilds: Thieves Guild
    • Guilds: Dark Brotherhood
  • Book Two: Alliance
    • Alliance: Skyrim
    • Alliance: High Rock
    • Alliance: Orsinium
    • Alliance: Forsowrn
    • Alliance: Hammerfell
    • Alliance: Morrowind
  • Book Three: Reclamation
    • Reclamation: Cyrodiil
    • Reclamation: Black Marsh
    • Reclamation: Elsweyr
    • Reclamation: Valenwood
    • Reclamation: Summerset Isles
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Nelthro Nelthro 7 April 2020
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A Simple Ruleset

This Blog aims to create a simple yet complete ruleset.

CREATIVITY over SUPERIORITY: The spirit of roleplay is not to dominate but to interact in a way that's enjoyable for everyone involved. Refer to any book or movie you cherish and recognise that struggle, not dominance is what makes the story intriguing. In short: NO O.P./GODMODDING!
STAY in YOUR LANE: Be mindful in your roleplay replies that you do not assume the action or reaction of another player. This includes "auto-hits" in combat, or prescribing an emotional response in a character you do not control.
(e.g., "the sight of my monster fills your character with terror.")
LOOPHOLE CLAUSE: Any perceived attempts to circumvent or exploit any loopholes or omissions from these rules will…


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SkyrimsShillelagh SkyrimsShillelagh 3 January 2020
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5th Era Politics in Hammerfell

This will be like Rowan's High Rock one, meant to set up Hammerfell for when the Covenant gets there for the Great Council.  Most of this would be common knowledge to characters within The Daedra Wars.

I will be adding to this blog.


The eight kingdoms of Hammerfell are split between two factions, the Crowns and Forebears.  The kingdoms jump between factions and what decides a kingdom also fluctuates.  This is the current political make-up in 5E 9.



  • 1 Crowns
  • 2 Forebear
  • 3 Factionless
  • 4 Background

Sentinel:  Sentinel is the most powerful kingdom in Hammerfell.  Currently ruled by Tasaio al Mutairi, who holds the titles High King of Hammerfell, King of Sentinel, Great King of the Yokudans, and King of Kings.  Under the ambitious rule of Tasaio, it has beg…




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Harold Burned-Mane Harold Burned-Mane 16 December 2019
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SBR: Season 4 - Day 9

NOTE: If you have not read the previous blogs: The Beginning, Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7 and Day 8; then read them first then come back here. For this is a continuation of the events from there.



Welcome everyone, to the Battle Royale Season 4.

It is finally upon us, the end of the event. Last night we saw the deaths of 3 tributes, leaving us with only 4 remaining:

  • Arekoa Sarethi - the female Spellsword, commander of the Indoril Guard and closest friend of King Joran Nerevar when she was still alive. Her performance during the whole event has been incredibly pathetic. All she has done of note was kill Katla the Knight with a farming tool and then have numerous mental breakdowns. She has done more crying than killing. I don…

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Harold Burned-Mane Harold Burned-Mane 15 December 2019
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SBR: Season 4 - Day 8

NOTE: If you have not read the previous blogs: The Beginning, Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6 and Day 7; then read them first then come back here. For this is a continuation of the events from there.



Welcome everyone, to the Battle Royale Season 4.

I am back for another day of the Battle Royale. 7 tributes remain as we start the second week of the event. First, though, we must finish up the events of the last night of the week.


Shrava isn't letting Lilim keep her lead, the Kitten mage ambushed the Empress during the night and ended her. The Empress has been injured for several days since Wuleen supposedly poisoned her, so she wasn't to put up much of a fight. However, Shrava still proved her bloodlust by continuing on her rampage.

Lil…



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