Story: Myths of Mundus: Dark Pilgrimage - Chapter 23: The Last
Arlas could feel the tip of the Altmer’s blade slowly sinking into her chest. The Bosmer did everything she could to push past the pain and tried not to let it weaken her. It was pretty obvious, even to her, that she was fighting an uphill battle. She had always been physically inept, hours spent neglecting exorcise will do that to you and now her life depended on her being able to withstand this pressure, whilst her limbs turned to jelly as the agonizing shooting pains pulsed through her arms.
Vallina knew this, perfectly well and managed to find the strength to increase the pressure, giving her Bosmeri victim a dark smirk as she did so.
Arlas feeble resistance had almost completely caved in at this point, as she felt another centimetre of …
The Underland Saga: Part II: Out of the Fire
Hey, everyone! I know it's been a while, but... Here's the second chapter of the Underland Saga!
And, erm, see if you can guess who all the fighters are. :P
Arik whipped around, his hands wrapping around his ethereal sword once again. He turned to see a rather handsome man there, with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. “Yes… Something irreversible…”
“What do you mean?” Arik snapped, his mind immediately coming to attention and instinctively reaching towards the man. For some reason, he was being blocked…
“Well, obviously, killing someone is pretty irreversible.” The man laughed, coolly. “Honestly, you’d think that someone with your genes would be just a bit smarter.”
Arik ignored the shot at his intelligence, instead focusing on what the man was…
The Golden Ash Yam Tournament: Ice League - Championship bout
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Welcome to the Arena!
Winter has come early as these two Ice Giants clash, each one hoping to claim the title of Ice Champion!
Which of these two cold hearted warriors will be crowned the Ice Champion? Will it be the skilled womanizer Rashka the Bastard? Or the mystical Urjorahn?
Let us not waste another second, let spines be torn open, guts be spilled and janitorial raises be demanded!
Polls are now closed!
Here are the results!
Rashka the Bastard: 6
Urjorahn: 3
Congratulations to Rashka, who will be moving on to the Quarter Finals!
The Legend of Nirn: World of Ruin - The Shadows of Tyranil
Verinrii could see Dusk in the distance. He floated towards it and asked around for a Warlock or a Necromancer. He just remembered about the Adamantine War.
But he didn't knew if Alinor was on the Mages' side, so he just sighed and continuing asked around.
Verinrii was asking around for hours. He decided to go to the next city.
On his way, he found a hooded Altmer female. Well, at least it looked like an Altmer.
"You seek rejuvenation, don't you?" The hooded woman asked.
Verinrii nodded in agreement. He couldn't talk, since he wasn't going to understand.
"Then you need to do something for me first."
Verinrii made a gesture, asking what it was. The woman whispered in his ear something unbelivable. Verinrii sighed and nodded. He was going to do any…
The Golden Ash Yam Tournament: Fire League - Championship bout
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Welcome to the Arena!
After the devistating inferno that was the Fire League, we have now cut down to our two remaining contestants.
Which of these two fiery go-getters will be crowned the Fire Champion? Will it be the skilled swordsman Calvus? Or the Mysterious Helvian Traven?
Let us not waste another second, let spines be torn open, guts be spilled and janitorial raises be demanded!
Polls are now closed!
Here are the results!
Calvus: 9
Helvian Traven: 2
Congratulations to Calvus, who will be going forward to the Quarter Finals.
The Golden Ash Yam Tournament: Earth League
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Welcome to the Arena!
Time to bring things down to... erm... Nirn.
Bollocks to this, I'm going to go and thump my script writer...
...
Okay, so, our first match will be between Divaak Veleth and Kay Bellamy, a match long anticipated by Divaak Veleth and Kay Bellamy.
Kay can handle one dark mage but how will she handle this one?
Welp, there's only one way to find out...
Meanwhile, we'll be putting two unnatural man made killing machines against eachother. Azur will go against Kaizen allowing us to once and for all find out which is more effective, child abuse or scientific mutation.
Let us not waste another second, let spines be torn open, guts be spilled and janitorial raises be demanded!
Polls are now closed!
Here are the resul…
The Golden Ash Yam Tournament: Air League
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Welcome to the Arena!
Things are about to take off with the Air League, here four contestants will go head to head as each of them try to earn the title of Air Champion.
Our first match will be Samuel Selano versus the legendary Dragonborn Harold Burned-Mane. Will the mythical Agent Knight prove to be too much for the esteemed Last Dragonborn?
Welp, there's only one way to find out...
Meanwhile the renowned Daithi Camoran will grace us with our presence as he attempts to battle Talion Avryil. Will Daithi Camoran ever get the Lord Magester's boot print off of his pampered arse? Or will all of that spare time, money and resources prove to be useful?
Let us not waste another second, let spines be torn open, guts be spilled and…
The Golden Ash Yam Tournament: Lightning League
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Welcome to the Arena!
Get ready for tonight's storm as I see it raging on the horizon. Let us not waste any time, let us meet our four bolts of lightning.
Out of these four combatants, only two can move on a step closer to becoming the Lightning Champion, the rest will be going home, possibly in a box or with a new hair style.
Our first match will be the sinister Dreamwalker versus the King of Solitude himself, Valerian Titinius. Will the guy who can shot lightning out of his hands have the advantage? Or will it be the guy who's used to dodging it?
Welp, there's only one way to find out...
Meanwhile Maria Harin shall be dueling Alliser Thorne. Who will prove to be superior out of the Emperor's bodyguards and his human shiel…
Nine Masks for Mother Ashna (Part 4)
Took me a bit on this one, but I did it. Here y'all go my undeserving fans! (Just kidding.)
“Do you know much about the Dragonborn, Jean-Claude?”
The boy paused for a moment, before reciting what he knew from his lessons rather monotonously,
“…became the Arch-Mage, and-”
Dacian stopped him there. “Indeed, the Dragonborn held the position, for a time. During that time, three masks passed into the Arch-Mage’s hands, and remained at the college.”
Jean-Claude nodded, looking off.
Ira spoke up. “Mister Bellamy?”
The Breton turned his attention to her, and she continued, “How do you intend to acquire these masks?” There was a tinge of suspicion in her voice.
Dacian had already prepared a very good explanation. “I’m going to request they be passed…
The Golden Ash Yam Tournament: Ice League
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Welcome to the Arena!
To commence the Golden Ash Yam Tournament, get ready for pointy swords and even pointier nipples as we enter the Ice League!
Out of these four combatants, only two can move on a step closer to becoming the Ice Champion, the rest will be going home, possibly in a box or an Ice Cube.
Our first match will be the villainous scoundrel, Rashka the Bastard versus the gun slinging angel of Death Levith Syphre. Will feathers beat fur? Will supposed good defeat supposed evil? And which one will be better at keeping the contestants warm?
Welp, there's only one way to find out...
Meanwhile Vorrinor shall be meeting his match as he is pit against Urjorahn, it shall be interesting to see which of these two spell sli…
A Moment of Realization and Clarification
Hey there. It's me, Daedra
So (If you've seen my post Daedra's Last Dance, then you can skip ahead to the next paragraph. If not, then continue reading.), I've been troubled for almost 2 years now with the feeling that I've been left out of everything and shoved to the side, simply because everything I wrote or said just wasn't good enough. No matter how hard I tried, or how long I thought, I could never be good enough. It'd always be subpar, inadequate, etc.
Now, I've talked with a lot of people here. Some I've talked with way too many times and have honestly gotten fed up with my constant meltdowns and episodes of depression. They've all given me extremely helpful advice and helped me with this problem (I won't give names, but these people…
The Elder Scrolls Sandbox Arena: Cinon vs Rips-All-Apart
Hello, Hides in Barrels welcomes you to the Arena!
The Announcer is away this week, for the Golden Yam Tournament, so he left me, Hides-In-Barrels in charge. Hides-In-Barrels usually does all of the work for that brutish Imperial, he keeps many sheets of paper in the Barrel, most of which aren't even torn and there are some that don't even have stains on them.
Anyway, this week Hides-In-Barrels thinks that there needs to be more Argonians, so this week, Hides in Barrels is going to have an Argonian fight and it'll be fun!
Let us begin!
Cinon
Our first contestant is a Black Argonian, from the Second Era. He is much meaner, tougher and taller than Hides-In-Barrels and probably has a bigger abode.
Cinamun was a soldier for the Ebonheart Pact, Hides…
Nightloom: Part III - The Madman
Natilyn was lead to yet another large building that stood at the back of the prison complex. It sported no windows, and was made entirely of stone and ebony. The door was guarded by two more Thalmor guards, armed with greatswords.
She felt a nudge from behind. “Move it, Prisoner,” The guard snarled. She took a breath, and stepped into the Maximum Security building.
The room was borderline pitch black, with the only available light source being a few half-melted candles that hung in each cell. Speaking of the cells, there was two levels of them on each side, and they were much smaller than any she had ever been in. They looked to be incapable of fitting even 4 people into a single one, and contained nothing besides a floor of stone.
She was fo…
The Golden Ash Yam Tournament: Fire League
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Welcome to the Arena!
To commence the Golden Ash Yam Tournament, we're going to be heating things up with the Fire League!
Out of these four combatants, only two can move on a step closer to becoming the Fire Champion, the rest will be going home, possibly in a box.
Our first match will be the lovely Sariel Steelfang, versus the sharp tongued Calvus. Is there more to Calvus than a pretty face? Will Sariel's yelping be enough to walk away from this one? Have I gotten my notes out of order?
I think that I might have actually...
Meanwhile Nelganis Kanir will be pit against Helvian Traven, a woman who needs no introduction, after she mopped the floor with her last opponent. Though her last opponent wasn't a reality bending, mas…
The Fall of the Aubeanic Reign (The unused chapters): Chapter VIII - Let them have no quarter (Part 3)
Landyt grinned and stepped forward, prompting her to sink even more and back away. His slowly dacaying body stunk of death and decay, his deathly aura made her skin crawl as if her own body was decaying in recognition.
"How disapointing... I was expecting you to have a little mroe spirit to crush..."
Mona said nothing as she froze on the spot, he head went blank as she accepted that she wasn't getting out of this, her stomach began to churn as she forgot her plan, the millions of the solutions that she'd have if she was an observer in all of this...
Gods... What she'd give to be an observer, so that this and what was likely to follow would be happening to someone else.
"Melisa... Take this bitch and her little pet back to the cell block..." La…
Stories of the Fallen - Just An Old Man
Notice: If you want to credit someone for the inspiration for this short collection of stories, I'm afraid that honor can be traced back to Kenyon. Since I'm honestly quite unoriginal, I've decided to follow his idea in making epilogues of characters who simply seemed to fade away with the passing of time, even if they seemed to have a rather clear ending. This set of blogs is also supposed to mark the official end of the Fallen series, which I was unfortunately unable to continue after a few accounts of headbutting that I have since recognized to be of my own doing, as well as a handful of other assorted events that caused conflict in the intended sequels to the story of the thirteen Fallen as well as my presence within other RPs. Through…
Nightloom: Part II - The Doctor
Natilyn slowly stirred to the scent of rotten meat and vile alchemy brews. The smells invaded her nose and forced the Bosmer to gag on the overwhelming aromas. She tried to reach up and cover her nose, but found her wrists to be held down by restraints. The same went for her legs and torso.
She was strapped down to a cold, ebony table in the center of a brightly lit room, which was filled with cabinets overflowing with alchemy ingredients and empty vials, some shattered and some smudged. The counters were also littered with broken and rusted tools and the tattered of remains of what she assumed were the clothes of other prisoners.
She looked down her body and past her feet to see that she wasn’t alone in this room. An elf dressed in the trad…
The Golden Ash Yam Tournament
Welcome my bloodthirsty children, to the ultimate test of strength and skill...
The Golden Ash Yam Tournament!
Twenty of Tamriel's most vibrant citizens have submitted their champions to triumph or to provide an amusing spectacle as they're brutally slaughtered.
Seperated by five groups, Fire, Ice, Lightning, Air and Earth, these twenty champions will fight in grouped matches, in single leg matches as they make their way through the elimination process, until one remains.
The groups have been selected randomly and are ready to be presented.
Fire groups' fight will begin on friday, so if you see your champion in that group, get ready to celebrate... or pray. (Delete where appropriate)
The combatants are selected, they are armed, grouped up and r…
Any really slow RPs out there?
Yeah, Datadragon here, just wondering if there's any RP or upcoming RP that's going to be really slow, since I haven't quit RPing here yet, even though I seem to be quite inactive. It's just because I can't follow, and I don't wanna tie anyone up if they happen to talk to my character, which will put a giant brake on the speed of the story, just because of one guy ... it won't be fair.
So just felt like writing this. My hours are real bad, to be honest, since I have almost no time to myself due to school and such, so my RPing window's really small. Therefore I can't really do any fast paced RP till late November, which is pretty damned bad. But I'm still interested in RPing, just that I can't find one where I won't be slowing it down.
Yeah, …
"Sagan af Tórvald" (Torvald's Tale) - Part Two
Equipped with an axe; to cut down trees and cape; to keep him warm. Torvald set out to the edges of Falkreath forest south of the village. His mother had asked him to get some more firewood, since they were running low and Rorikstead wasn’t exactly densely populated with trees. Torvald relished the opportunity. He was alone, and could do everything at his own pace. A nice hike to the woods would do him good.
It took about half an hour to see Falkreath forest rise up from the horizon. Torvald sat down on a mossy stone for a second, to make sure his beige puttees weren’t loose. And also tightened the knot on his cow leather shoes, just in case, subsequently he pushed the knot into the shoe so that the string didn’t dangle out. After he’d done…
Story: Myths of Mundus: Dark Pilgrimage - Chapter 22: The Last Dance
It all happened within the blink of an eye, within the split millisecond of darkness all of Arlas' beastly enemies were in the air, leaping through it as they got ready to pounce. Valeria blasted a lightning bolt straight into Ymir's face, however, the Nord proved resistant to it, simply snarling as the electricity singed his nose. He pounced straight on top of the Altmer, bringing his claws up into the air and driving them down, hoping to send them straight through her throat.
Valina struggled under the Werewolves large feet, the toes of which wrapped around her forearms, firmly keeping her pinned down. The Altmer wriggled furiously, scuffing the back of her heels as she kicked along the ground, trying to get any form of leverage to escape…
d20 RP
I plan on making a d20 system RP. The d20 system is the system of dice rolling used in Dungeons and Dragons 3.5 and is an open source. It is difficult to make the initial system, however, and I also need to roll for so many actions. So, that being said, if anybody has experience with the d20 system and wishes to assist me, I would appreciate it. Anybody who thinks this is a great idea, please announce your opinions. So far it is a part Oblivion (Classes, some skills), part Syrim based (Everything else) system. If you think you can help create the system, it is on Google Docs so I can share it with you. I will make a backup, however, just in case. I will likely make a few dungeons and a loose story, but it will be mostly freeform. I will po…
The Elder Scrolls Sandbox Arena: Tanion Nelthar VS Isis Steelfang
Good people of the Sandbox Wiki, welcome to the Arena!
Greetings!
Here men, mer and beast characters, from various canons shall go head to head, for the community's favor and prove their superiority in strength and skill!
Please make sure that you head to the bottom of the page, after you finish reading this week's Arena as I have a special announcement.
This week, I want a good powerhouse fight, so I looked to the two most powerful families around to find two powerful and yet still interesting combatants to satisfy my wimsical desires.
I'm of course talking about The Nelthars and the Steelfangs.
Let us waste no time, in the Blue Corner we have...
Tanion Nelthar
The Dragon Princess herself and a mutant to boot, Tanion is an agent of the Nelthar or…
A farewell
Hello.
As you may know, I'm one of the administrators and a breaucrat of this wiki. But I am afraid that I have to move on, as times have changed. The Sandbox was a good thing for me once upon a time, but that time has passed.
Do not get me wrong; I like this community, and I want to contribute into improving it. But, I am afraid that I do not feel the same way. I do not feel the same motivation to be here anymore.
They say that nothing lasts forever, and that is the case for me. But with every end, there is a new beginning, and I have to seek it out beyond this wiki.
To make it as short as possible, I am resigning from this wiki altogether, and returning here for me is more than unlikely. As I said above, I do not feel the same way anymore, a…
Souls of Tamriel - The Last Vampire
The air was cold. It was harsh, biting, and left no respite.
There were two people here on this island. It was an insignificent shard of rock and ice that poked up from the waters of the Sea of Ghosts; nobody could ever consider living here under normal circumstances. But these were not normal circumstances.
One of them was a man, dressed in black plate armour. It was an ornate suit, with a great many engravings, and it was lined with fur. His face was deathly pale, his hair an ashen grey. Upon his head there wasa crown of sorts, with jagged contours spiking up and down around it. His expression was one of sadness and longing, his face weary from the weight of time.
Lying on the ground in front of him was a second figure. She was a woman, unc…
Nightloom (Part 1) - The Arrival
Natilyn was awoken when she was thrown rather harshly up against the cold, wooden wall. Her eyes snapped open with a gasp before she went tumbling down to the floor with a loud oomph!
She glanced back up and looked around, trying to recollect the events that had happened before she had slipped into unconsciousness. The room around her was, for the most part, empty. The only things that it contained were a few half-melted candles that dimly lit the room, and few scattered pieces of molded cloth and rusted chains. There were also many rows of splintered and rotted benches made also of wood. She then looked down towards her hands and feet, which were held together by a pair of binds.
“Prison boat,” Natilyn muttered, shaking her head. “Gods dammi…
Launch of my Progress Recording Blog
Today, I created an article titled Cestus, for more elaboration on the weapon commonly used by my character, Counts-His-Coins. With an enormous amount of help from Lazarus Grimm, I eventually managed to FINALLY add an image, which, me being the noob I am, had trouble with. Many thanks to Sir Grimm, he's answered all my questions, and helped with anything I needed, etc. I also edited my character page for Counts a bit, as there were some time continuation errors that needed to be addressed, and grammatical errors.
- Creation of the Cestus article
- Editing of errors in Counts character page article
- Learning more about functions on the Wiki from Sir Grimm
A face from the past
Sorry I haven't posted in a couple days! Was busy with real life stuff!
Here ya go tho!
RP Idea: Half-Gods of Tamriel
So everyone, with the unfortunate death of The Walking Dead, I am going to be making a new RP to fill its place. I decide that out of the 4 I said I was going to make in the future Half-Gods was the one to make first.
Some of you may remember the other Half-God RPs GMed by Miraak Obama, well, this RP will not be following the same story. I am rebuilding the entire lore of Half-Gods from the ground up. It will take a few days for me to write everything down in the blog, so bear with me.
- 1 History and Premise
- 2 Gods
- 2.1 Aedra
- 2.1.1 Altmeri Pantheon
- 2.1.2 Bosmeri Pantheon
- 2.1.3 Bretony Pantheon
- 2.1.4 Dunmeri Pantheon
- 2.1.5 Imperial Pantheon
- 2.1.6 Khajiiti Pantheon
- 2.1.7 Nordic Pantheon
- 2.1.8 Reachmen Pantheon
- 2.1.9 Redguard Pantheon
- 2.2 Daedra
- 2.2.1 Bosmeri Pantheon
- 2.2.2…
- 2.1 Aedra
Nine Masks for Mother Ashna (Part 3)
Okay, so, I realised this may take a bit to pick up, as I haven't even introduced the main villian yet, so bare with me until it does.
Forelhost was a short trip from Riften, but it seems like a journey to Dacian. Mainly because Ira and Jean-Claude had started a polite conversation in attempt to get to know each other, forcing Dacian to retreat inside his thoughts if he wanted to maintain his sanity. He did not know why the discussion of trivial things bothered him, but it certainly did.
The carriage could not have stopped soon enough, and when it did, Dacian practically threw himself out of it.
“Come.” He beckoned to Ira and Jean-Claude, looking up that path at the ruin. “Let us be swift.”
As they headed towards the ruin, Jean-Claude deci…
Corelas and Tobias buddy cop story.
With four hours on a train to Glasgow, my mind began to wander all over the place. I figured I'd start putting the thoughts down on paper.
This is a non canon exert based on an idea that was tossed around during the original LoN, between me and Cicero is Cray Cray where Tobias and Corelas are put together in a 70s cop style story.
How does that work? I have no idea and I'm bloody writing it but just bare with me. :P
IC, Imperial City, a place of vice, sleaze and the worst kinds of villainy that you can imagine. A crime wave has swept all across the city and only the Imperial City's finest can keep it at bay.
Facing this grim reality, the Imperial City no longer needs lawmen, it needs heroes and where else better to look than to Sgt Corelas Adi…
Nine Masks for Mother Ashna (Part 2)
Alright, so, I guess that's technically two in one day, since I posted the first at one in the morning, but I wanted to get another done, and this one is much longer. Besides, I doubt any of you can find these without me telling you, so I'll keep it secret until tomorrow.
“What are you doing?” Dacian demanded, yanking the boy by the scruff of his neck up into the carriage, out of the luggage hold.
The Breton lad didn’t have a reply, he simply lowered his silver eyes to stare at the floor, trying to disappear. He had similar bone structure to Dacian- androgynous features, pronounced cheekbones, a long, slender jaw, but everything else was his mother’s. Namely the eyes and hair- silver and green, respectively
“Jean-Claude, you answer me thi…
The Chronicles of Rashka: A Fangful Evening
So, for a long time now I have been wanting to write something different than the serious or the dark and gloomy plotlines I usually come up with (being a dark and gloomy person myself, it is perhaps not all that surprising). But from time to time, the sun shines through that thick sheet of grey clouds in my mind and allows me to come up with some rather bizarre and funny ideas. My first Morrowind character I made was a Khajiit I named Rashka the Bastard. I depicted him as a man who never could get enough from fighting, drinking and women. Especially the women!
Long story short: Rashka is an irremediable womanizer. He's very talkative and manages most of the time to talk himself out of even the deadliest of situations. That also makes him …
Making Do
“Promise me you’ll live on Julie. At least for a little while…”
“I’ll live on until my debt to Hircine is settled, Set. Then I’m gonna do it. It’s the best I can do…”
“Okay…That will have to do…”
Julie shuddered as she pushed a branch out of her face. She moved through the Nibenay Valley with purpose, knowing she was reaching her destination. She gripped the handle of her sword and stopped to catch her breath for a moment, panting slightly, Julie peered through the foliage, looking up into the sky at the clouds far above her.
Are you and Miri watching over me right now? Julie thought, continuing along the faintly marked trail through the woods.
If you are, then you know what I’m ready to do. She scoffed and rubbed the back of her head, blinking…
The Elder Scrolls Sandbox Arena: Sebastian De Rochefort, Samuel Selano and Arnor Gray-Dawn VS Urzoga, Elisa D'artagnan and Jaffina Masked-Eye
Good people of the Sandbox Wiki, welcome to the Arena!
Greetings!
Here men, mer and beast characters, from various canons shall go head to head, for the community's favor and prove their superiority in strength and skill!
Have you ever seen a pickpocket get chased down and beaten to a bloody pulp by a guard? It's tremendous fun! Last week I was buying some fruit from a market stall and I saw some clueless lump doing a runner from Johnny Law, so I discretely stuck my foot out and tripped him up, ha!
Anyway, I was hoping to recreate the experience here, by pitting a vigilante, a Penitus Oculatus agent and a common guardsman against a Thief, an Assassin and a Bandit. Oh what fun we'll have!
In the Blue Corner we have...
Sebastian De Rochefort
A qual…
Nine Masks for Mother Ashna (Part 1)
Okay, so, I said I'd be doing a story about this guy fighting this guy, but I got much more positive feed back on this idea, so I trashed the old one. Besides, I wanted to do this more anyway. It takes place roughly seventeen years after Return of the King, and follows the story of some of the stuff Dacian does that is mentioned in the epilogue, and also ties up his remaining sub-plot: the bizarre and goofy dreams he was having since Part 2 . This was a pretty big RP for me because it was my first omega one with some of y'all, and I had a lot of fun with it. So, tell me what you think in the comments section and all, whether I should continue, if you give a shit etc.
Anyway, here goes nothing.
Markarth drifted into view out from behind t…
A Letter of Loss
She. Won't. Stop. Help!
Also! Take a shot whenever the word Time appears! I dare you!
“She’s done what!?”
“L-left your majesty. This note was handed in by her daughter.”
Maria sighed in frustration, running her hands through her long hair whilst she paced around her throne room, her son following her movements with his eyes. Even he remained quiet, fearful of his mother’s wrath.
“What does it say?” Maria asked through gritted teeth.
The guard glanced to the floor, nervously rummaging in his pocket, stalling until he finally pulled out the note written in long flowing handwriting that was surprisingly neat.
“Y-you won’t like it ma’am…”
“I don’t like a lot of things but I still face them head on.”
Like my husband…
The guard nodded and began to read…
A pie a day...
Keeps Sunnys nagging away...
Here is the next part of this Aube Sequel I never had a name for...
Maybe you guys could come up with one! xD
Enjoy! \o/
Julie pushed open a rickety wooden door and stepped out into the dazzling sunlight. Gulls squawked and the light danced off the waves. The smell of salt hung in the air and the small ship rocked alone in the middle of the ocean. She was on her way to High Rock, posing as a worker undercover to spy on the heroes that were trying to reach the last of the Blade Masters. If the group managed to do that, the Emperors last remaining heir would reunite the world and relight the fires of hope within the people. Julie turned and placed her lunch for later on a small but sturdy table by the entrance to bel…
More Aube! yay?
Man, so back when Martini and I were together, and I wasn't around here, I continued writing on my own in my little spare time.
My ideas were flowing since I was still obsessed with Aube at this point. The end result?
Over 60 pages of my own unfinished sequel which I am going to post here over the next few months!
Enjoy mateys! :D
Also, wherever you see '~EoC~' it was the end of the chapter in my handwritten notes before I typed them up. So I think you are getting a bundle of 4 in one tonight, since they are rather short! XD
“I want you to meet someone, Julie.” The Red Headed Queen murmured in the halls of her underground castle. The throne room was large and lavish, decorated with the banners of the Order of the Red Lily. The Breton glanced a…
The Elder Scrolls Sandbox Arena: Wolfida VS Helvian Traven
Good people of the Sandbox Wiki, welcome to the Arena!
Greetings!
Here men, mer and beast characters, from various canons shall go head to head, for the community's favor and prove their superiority in strength and skill!
Here in the Arena, we like to help people settle old grudges, by the getting everything out in the open. Usually by beating the ever loving crap out of one another. That's why we're going to be pitting a Werewolf against their sworn enemies, the Silver Hand.
Let us see, for in the Blue Corner we have...
Wolfida
A former Vampire, gone Werewolf, jeez, talk about jumping from bandwagon to bandwagon... Wolfida was formerly a Dark Brotherhood Assassin, which makes me wonder if he's ever seen anything through to the end. He rose to t…
Honest Hearts (Part 2)
This is the 2nd part of a very old blog I posted here in the Sandbox, except that it'll cover more than one POV/Point-of-View per part
It was raining heavily, as he walked towards the city of Bruma. The rain was so heavy, it was as if the sky itself was weeping over a loss or grief.
The man made his way over to the old city of Bruma. Bruma is a primarily Nordic city, which is reflected in the architecture. It is always relatively cold and snow-covered. The city's population includes followers of the Divines as well as those who follow the traditional Nordic Pantheon. Unfortunately, it has fallen into severe disarray since the White-Gold Concordat. Being the center of the Great Chapel of the youngest of the Nine Divines, Talos, which dominate…
War of Succession - Prelude
Well after months of writing (took that long because I am kind of lazy) I have finally finished the first chunk of my first story series, War of Succession. The first 4 chapters are the Prelude Saga, telling the story of how the Mede War of Succession started in 4E 202 after the death of Emperor Titus Mede II. Most of it is written following Augurius Mede, the second son of Titus.
Because I like to have my stories in article form instead of blog form I don't have the ability to hear the opinions of people about my stories. So I decided to make this blog to see what people think, as I am interested in feedback. If there are any suggestions or opinions that people have about them.
Prelude-
- War of Succession: Assassination
- War of Succession: Cons…
Arenia's story part 3
Arenia woke up with a major headace.
"Hey, boss the brat is awake." A bandit said.
Arenia looked up and saw a tough looking Orc looking down at her he wore steel armor and he had many scars on his face.
"Where am I?" Arenia asked.
"Your in our camp dumbass." The Orc said.
"You leave the tent our friend here needs a little talk."
The bandit nodded and left the tent once he left the Orc sat down on a chair.
"So what is a Bosmer doing in Hammerfell?" The Orc asked.
"None of your business." Arenia said.
The Orc got angry and punch her across the face it hurted but Arenia ignored the pain.
"You better be glad I let you live after what you did." The Orc said.
"Maybe I can hold you for ransom and keep you around for a while but for now when I tel…
The Elder Scrolls Sandbox Arena: Dacian Bellamy and Diana Draci VS Kay and Levi Draci
Good people of the Sandbox Wiki, welcome to the Arena!
Greetings!
Here men, mer and beast characters, from various canons shall go head to head, for the community's favor and prove their superiority in strength and skill!
Welcome back to the Arena, this week we're going to be doing something a little different. This week we're going to be putting two couples against eachother. The catch? We're also going to be doing our own spouse swapping challenge!
Will true love conquor all? I guess we'll find out!
In the Blue Corner we have...
Dacian Bellamy
A welloff Breton Noble, gone Necro, Dacian was born and grew up in High Rock but didn't seem to care for their customs. I'm quite surprised that the pompous arse didn't fit in, maybe it was the whole bein…
Aftermath 2: Kjalek's Cessation
Aftermath 1
Kjalek liked this cave. It was dark and cool, yet comfortably dry. A good a tomb as any. He removed his battered and ruined armor, piece by piece. It was rusted and dented and cracked. Charred and melted and twisted. The ruins of a once resplendent plate of steel, just as he was the ruins of a once good man. Or was he ever able to lay claim to the title of hero? More innocents than villians had fallen before him, in the end. He had betrayed everything he had dreamed to be. Everything he had tried to be. Just as ruined as the armor, but at his own hand, rather than that of his enemies. He had been a general, a sellsword, a father and husband, a sellsword again, a general again, a twisted ruin of bloodied flesh and bone, a traitor…
Story: Myths of Mundus: Dark Pilgrimage - Chapter 21: Impass
Vallina charged up the staff in her hand, slowly aligning the tip of the staff's head with Arlas' heart. If she was going to kill this little bitch, she was going to do it right...
A small smirk grew across her lips as she readied the charge, her eyes reflected the pulsating red light on the tip of the weapon as she got ready to discharge it. Eventually, the weapon had reached its maximum charge and Vallina fired it, however, she was pre-emptively hit in the back by a spell, most likely a spark or a weak ice spike, causing her to fall forward and misfire, hitting the altar beside Arlas as she threw herself down to the ground to avoid the projectile.
The Altmer slowly pulled herself up, growling and shaking her head in disgust as she did so, …
The Elder Scrolls Sandbox Arena: Torsdolk Ghost-Wolf VS Ragnar Heljarchen
Good people of the Sandbox Wiki, welcome to the Arena!
Greetings!
Here men, mer and beast characters, from various canons shall go head to head, for the community's favor and prove their superiority in strength and skill!
Welcome back to the new and improved Arena! This week we plan to pit two Nordic Leaders against one another as barbarism faces civility. Will a sharp whit prove to be more valuable than a strong arm?
Let us see, for in the Blue Corner we have...
Torsdolk Ghost-Wolf
A stoic, burly, Nord Tribal Torsdolk is the eldest of three brothers, who rose to the respectable position of a berserker at a young age. With no direct descendants, he treats his Nieces and Nephews like his own direct family. His family was descimated by Clan Cave-B…
A two player RP
Hey, guys Akatosh here and I just wanted to ask something I plan on doing a two player RP I did with another person and it was pretty fun I'm still trying to find out what the RP should be about so if you are interested please comment or send me a message.
The Fall of the Aubeanic Reign (The unused chapters): Chapter VIII - Let them have no quarter (Part 2)
"Shit!" Mona hissed, trying again...
Clunk
and again...
Clunk
and again...
Clunk
Clunk
Clnk
Each knock made Niall's stomach fall another inch and tighten even more. The Dunmer felt an emptiness overcome him as his stomach burned with worry, his eyes welling up as his mouth went dry as if the moisture had evaporated and had transferred to his eyes.
"N-No! It can't be..."
Mona spun around and saw the state that Niall was in...
"Those pirates might have keys!" She gasped, running over to the nearest one and searching his pockets. Niall began to pace around, slowly bringing his thumb to his teeth and nibbling away at the white, flaky skin.
It was then that he noticed something, something that should have come to his attention sooner...
The doors, even the …
Strategy RP
I'm thinking of creating a new RP, similar in many ways to Tamriel Total War, and also like Skyrim: High King. I wasn't actually part of TTW, so I don't know how similar it will be. One thing that I know will be different is that you won't control your character as much as in TTW. Instead of saying "Pelagius tells his steward to organise a meeting." and then "Pelagius says 'I declare a new law'" it will simply be "Declare a law that...."
There will be 3 main 'attributes' and several smaller ones.
Supplies: Interchangeable with money, this is pretty simple. This is used for everything, from training soldiers to boosting moral.
Population: Influences how much money you make, how much your army grows. Not actual population, but a rating.
Moral/Fe…