Niolenyl was just an ordinary Bosmer child, until she was taken and forced to grow up far too soon. Molded into whatever her captors needed, she became a silent wind- a swift, deadly cut of the throat. They commanded, and she obeyed. Until the day she chose not to.
IMPORTANT: (This story is undergoing a complete rewrite and everything will be subject to change) Elder Scrolls 5 Skyrim is property of Bethesda, I own nothing. Credit for cover photo by: Logogami This story is an action, fantasy, romance fanfiction, and a "what if scenario" between the Last Dragonborn and an Altmer...
Aeyrin's and Bishop's adventures continue in Skyrim and beyond as old and new threats still hound their steps. There are many questions left unanswered and many loose ends still untied. Will there finally be some resolution for the incessant problems and will there be a vision of peace on the horizon? This is a direct...
Aeyrin and Bishop continue their journeys through Skyrim, trying to deal with the looming threats in their path. The Province is still ravaged by the dragons, as well as the war, and both new and old enemies still hound their steps. Their adventures are far from over whether they wish it or not. This is a direct conti...
Aeyrin is a cleric raised in the chapel of Stendarr in Chorrol. When she leaves the safety of the hallowed halls on a pilgrimage, her journey takes her north into the province of Skyrim. The land, however, proves much more traitorous than she anticipates and unfortunate events force her onto a path of a greater destin...