Sequel to The Price of Vengeance. Time keeps marching on, regardless of who it tramples in its passage. And yet, most people don't notice how its route is always a circle. Civilizations rise, and fall. At the end of the day, that is the one truth: change is the only constant. My name is Sha'ir al'Arakh. My men know me...
A sequel to the first book, Down the Dark Path, Shadows of the Dark Path, seeks to answer the unanswered questions at the end of Down the Dark Path from the perspective of a new character in the same world. Back at Helgen, the twins Halund and Halvar, the sons of Hadvar the Imperial Warrior are witnessing their first...
This is a Skyrim Fanfiction depicting the story of the Dark Brotherhood quest-line through the life of a male Nord called Ivarr...with a modified story line, of course. Ivarr is an adventurer by profession, Dragonborn by nature and good at whatever he does. He loves sneaking up on people and shooting arrows in...
Ven was nine years old when a raid destroys everything she knows and loves. She knows only one word to identify the people who did this, but that is quite enough- Imperials. A decade later, while returning from Cyrodiil, she is captured by the Imperials at the border and is sent to her execution unjustly. However, sh...
*A tale set in the world of Skyrim* *The first in the Arch-Mage Trilogy* The Dragonborn has disappeared. Alduin has yet to be destroyed. Rowlen Mabierre, a Breton, joins the College of Winterhold in the hopes of becoming powerful enough to do what the Dragonborn did not. However, his ultimate goal is tossed aside when...
Helvia Abgrall, a naïve and restless young Breton farm girl, leaves her comfortable and uneventful life at her family's farmstead in High Rock in hopes of attending Skyrim's College of Winterhold, as she longs to learn more about magic and how to use it, as well as to improve upon her own natural aptitude. However, sh...
"You seem awfully melancholy, ma'am. May I ask what's ailing you?" He is sincere in his words, but I know he's just asking to be polite. "Aye, the better question is what isn't troubling me," I mutter gloomily. Before the kind Bosmer can respond, his rude Nordic friend interrupts. "You look like you just crawled out...