I, Kisvar, the only known Dragonborn, have defeated Alduin in Sovngarde. I joined the side of the Stormcloaks in the Civil War, and the Empire is subdued once and for all. Skyrim is at peace, and I am renowned across the Nine Holds. You might think my life has slowed down some now, right? That I'm taking a well-earned break from adventuring? .... No. I make my living as an adventurer, and in secret, as the Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild. I thrive on adventure and attention. You wouldn't take a break from breathing, would you? Didn't think so. Now I'm starting on a new quest, one that started with two strangely-dressed men and an order to kill me from some person named Miraak....

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, she's anything but prepared for the journey that lies ahead of her. She's inexperienced, clueless, nearly incapable of fending for herself, and her lack of common sense is almost unreal. However, she's determined to make a better life for herself than the one she had before, and her resolve alone might just be enough to help her reach her goal. Well, that is, if things were going in her favor to begin with. There is another force that seeks to divert her path to a less pleasant venue, and it is far stronger than she is. In order to keep herself from losing sight of why she even left home in the first place, she'll have to stay ahead of a surprisingly powerful, on-the-rise faction in a foreign land - and she won't be able to do that alone. This aspiring mage will travel alongside pickpockets and pariahs, mercenaries and monarchs, and many more intriguing inhabitants of the province of Skyrim on the way to achieving her dream - and, just maybe, she'll befriend a few of them along the way way. But her path will not be an easy one - at least, not the one that she's hoping to take. She will have to make sacrifices and learn to adapt to unfavorable outcomes, and, in the end, she may learn that following her dreams might not be in her best interest.

Book One of the Honor and Glory Trilogy After training for over a year to fulfill her destiny as Dragonborn and defeat Alduin, Ylva knew she would need a challenge. Joining the Companions in Whiterun seemed like the only guild she could ever call home. But she still doesn't feel quite settled. None of the Companions know she's the Dragonborn, the savior of Skyrim. And she doesn't want them to know. What would they say if they knew? Would they respect her? Or would they hate her and tell her to leave? Would they scoff at the idea that a woman barely into her adulthood had been the one to save them? Maybe not all of them, but Vilkas, one of the most respected members within the Circle, and one of the most honor-bound men she has ever met, can't seem to fathom that thought. Because of this, Ylva doesn't know if she could ever tell her new family who she truly is. NOTE: I do not own Skyrim, the Companions, or any of the dialogue from this game. This is a fanfiction and a fanfiction only; I only own my original characters and dialogue. Sequel: To Kill A Dragonborn

Recueil des différents livres présent au coeur de Bordeciel. Au cours de mon aventure avec Aegon, je vais ramasser bon nombre de livre racontant l'histoire de Bordeciel. Retrouvez ici les différents livres que je trouve et qu'Aegon lit dans son aventure. Hauts Faits:

Il y a longtemps, mon père était un héros, dans les contrées de Bordeciel. Partout, son nom était à la fois craint et vénéré. Il en obtint même le surnom de "Pyro-Barbare". Il m'a entraînée, m'a aimée, et beaucoup d'autres choses. Puis vint un jour ou son nom fut souillé. Peut-être à cause de l'influence de Daedra ? Ou peut-être d'un simple homme jalousant ses nombreux pouvoirs. Cela fait 20 ans que mon père a disparu. Mon frère, Ma'Rakha, est parti à sa recherche et à disparu à son tour, tandis que Lucia est devenue prêtresse et voue ses journées à s'occuper du reste de la famille. Ma mère...enfin, mes mères sont devenues dépressives. L'état de notre famille se dégrade, et il ne tient qu'à moi...de la ressouder et de partir à la recherche...du Pyro-Barbare, quelques soient les obstacles que je rencontre.

This is an Alduin x Female!Dovahkiin story. Down below are some things you should view before reading this story. This story will contain the following: Emotional Themes Pregnancy Fictional Shouts(ones that are not in the game) Death Drinking Sexual Themes Here are some things I would like to say to those who read this fanfiction: Kind Comments are Welcomed! Questions are Welcomed! Thank You for reading my story!

Sérana, est une jeune vampire... Jeune, non elle est plus vielle que vous ne le pensez. Enfermée dans une crypte depuis plus de deux ères avec un parchemin des anciens qui se révèle être la clé d'une prophétie contre le soleil que son père veut à tout pris la voir se réalisée pour enfin mettre un terme à la tyrranie du soleil. Cette fiction est basée sur le jeu The elders schroll 5 j'ai nommé: Skyrim. J'essayerai d'être fidèle au jeu bien que des foies je prendrais quelques libertés au niveau de l'histoire ou autres. Et si, cette fois-ci, nous voyons l'histoire d'un autre point de vue. Et si, cette fois-ci, le héros n'était pas le dovahkiin mais Sérana.

Ah bob lennon et ces chansons voici les paroles

Sa'cha, née khajiit mais élevée en tant que nordique, traverse Bordeciel à la recherche d'un voleur. Cependant, elle ne s'attend pas à vivre tant d'aventures, elle n'était qu'une simple fermière et pourtant... Une histoire reprise du jeu The Elder Scrolls V skyrim créé par Bethesda

Femke, a Nordic-Bosmeri woman, has come to Riften to start over. She thought she was ready for adventuring in the big, wide world outside of her meager home in the mining colony of Dawnstar. She couldn't have been more wrong. After several mishaps and roadblocks, she stumbles to Riften, footsore, hungry, and with no money to her name, in hopes of finding some good, honest work. But no one seems to trust her because she has elven blood. Turned away and alone, she is found by two members of a mysterious organization operating within Riften. One, a Nordic man called Brynjolf, takes pity on the poor human-elf and offers her a job, and if she does well, a spot within the "Guild," as he puts it. NOTE: If I owned Skyrim, I would have no need for writing fanfictions just for the heck of it. I only own Femke and my original dialogue. Everything else is credited to Bethesda Game Studios.