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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

The Return to Skyrim

I crunch through the snow. Sure, I could have muffled the noise. Could have cast invisibility, too. But why bother? I was coming home to my family, and there was … Continue reading

August 20, 2013 · 5 Comments

Revenge in the Summerset Isles: Part II

READ PART ONE Asriel had rented a large set of apartments that overlooked the small cove. Nothing but windows on the eastern wall. Narova watched him for two days from … Continue reading

August 2, 2013 · 9 Comments

Revenge in the Summerset Isles: Part I

Narova Black Hair walked out of the Wizard’s Tower two months after dragging Beyte’s unconscious corpse inside of it. Her body was wreathed in silk—dozens of jet black bandages bound … Continue reading

July 30, 2013 · 5 Comments

The Wizard’s Tower

READ THE PREVIOUS STORY After Morrowind went to shit, Divayth Fyr built his second tower in the mountains beyond Solitude. Tel Fyr—his original sprawling island fortress on Vvardenfell—had been a … Continue reading

July 22, 2013 · 2 Comments

Wagon Wheel

READ THE PREVIOUS STORY Beyte turned out to be alive. But the blow to her head courtesy of Kreeves screwed with her brains a bit. When she came to, she … Continue reading

July 8, 2013 · 2 Comments

Mud and Rage

READ THE PREVIOUS STORY IN THIS SERIES Beyte moves fast, but Kreeves is faster. A mud serpent come from nowhere. She manages to duck and dodge a few of the … Continue reading

June 27, 2013 · 6 Comments

The First Dead Fox

READ THE PREVIOUS STORY IN THIS SERIES “You’re doing it wrong,” Beyte said, crossing her arms. “What’s the right way to stand hip-deep in a swamp and do magic?” Narova … Continue reading

June 24, 2013 · 4 Comments

Just Like Home

READ THE PREVIOUS STORY Kreeves tracked the burning path Narova had left in the earth. It was not hard to do. The seared shape of her footprints grew with time. … Continue reading

June 13, 2013 · 5 Comments

A Thousand Dead At Sunrise

Attack the Dark Lord’s fortress, they said. It’ll be heroic, they said. I am Ramir the Windblown—a trueborn Nord. Veteran of the Imperial Legion. First sergeant of the third phalanx … Continue reading

June 10, 2013 · Leave a comment