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Narova’s Poison

READ THE PREVIOUS STORY I made the poison that was meant to kill Narova Blackhair. She is a calamity that has descended upon Skyrim. Tossed our snowy country’s delicate balance … Continue reading

October 14, 2013 · 6 Comments

When the Blade Is On Its Way

READ THE FIRST PART OF THIS STORY Outnumbered men generally die because they don’t use the one advantage that fate affords them. Coordination. Groups of people—even well-trained, ambushing Thalmor fucks—will … Continue reading

October 8, 2013 · 3 Comments

One Bamboo Needle

After she threw Jarl Siddgeur a thousand feet into the air and watched him decorate the ground with his intestines, Narova headed back to the Reach. It was a two-week … Continue reading

October 7, 2013 · 2 Comments

Five Accounts of Jarl Siddgeir’s Death

My name is Orthon Brant, agent of the Penitus Oculatus. The following report includes five first-hand accounts of Jarl Siddgeir’s assassination on Middas, 5th Day of Hearfire, 3E 389. Siddgeir … Continue reading

September 26, 2013 · 1 Comment

A Cat and a Tunnel

READ THE PREVIOUS STORY When I woke up there was a cat sharing my branch. He was gray and black, mostly. White paws like he’d been walking in snow for … Continue reading

September 16, 2013 · 1 Comment

Watch Out for the Splash

  After I fucked Astrid, she sent me on a contract in Falkreath. Apparently, there was some tension between the Flaxen-Haired Leader of Darkness and the Jarl of Falkreath since … Continue reading

September 9, 2013 · 1 Comment

Silk and Leather

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT READ THE PREVIOUS STORY I decided to give Astrid a bit of a show. Slowly, I started unwinding the bolts of silk, starting … Continue reading

August 30, 2013 · 1 Comment

An Arrangement

Word got around about the extermination of Fort Leviathan. I rented out a shithole apartment in Markarth for a week while the rumors spread. Spent the entire time drunk, staring … Continue reading

August 28, 2013 · 2 Comments

Five Hundred and Two Dead Imperial Soldiers

READ PART ONE At eleven thirty at night—with just a half hour left to complete the contract—I stand up. Stretch each of my limbs very carefully. And then unwrap the … Continue reading

August 25, 2013 · 2 Comments

Fort Leviathan

READ THE PREVIOUS STORY I didn’t ask for a suicide contract because I have a death wish. That kind of drama makes me sick. I did it to prove a … Continue reading

August 22, 2013 · 2 Comments