A book filled with the unwritten stories of the people of Skyrim. (probably will be one chapter long one-shots.)

This book is mainly going to be my thoughts of Skyrim, on characters, landscapes, quests and just general life in Skyrim. I've played over 400 hours of Skyrim, and have discovered some dark things. So I'm deciding to share them with you. There will be spoilers, I have warned you. Talos be with you.

A collection of several short stories that come to my mind. The contents of this book of tales include (but are not limited to): Character backstories, non-Mage story arc character appearances, utter ridiculousness, and perhaps even previews of works yet to come, as well as the occasional character interview. (Better summary later; this is all I've got for now.)

I don't know what I did to deserve this. Sundering of my soul, the destruction of all I held dear. Well, that's a bit dramatic, but hey. I've got to tell my story, don't I? Though I'll admit... perhaps the savior of the world isn't quite so honorable as she should have been. Let's get the exposition over with-- Why in all of Tamriel did I sell my goddamn soul?! ------- Hello! This story is currently being rewritten as Moonlight's Eclipse. It's quite the improvement! Take a look at my profile if you're interested! -------- Highest rankings: #1 in Brynjolf (01/05/19, 09/18/23) #1 in Scrolls (06/22/18) #1 in Skyrim (09/13/20, 11/02/22) ------- Morning Star=January Sun's Dawn=February First Seed=March Rain's Hand=April Second Seed=May Midyear=June Sun's Height=July Last Seed=August Heartfire=September Frostfall=October Sun's Dusk=November Evening Star=December ----------------------------- Original description: Are you kidding me? I went to Riften for a break. Being an adventurer isn't exactly an easy job all the time. Yet the first thing I do is get mixed up in the Thieves Guild. I must be a damn genius. Contains suggestive themes, strong language, alcohol use, and heavy descriptions of gore. Rated PG-13. ___

Neyya never knew life outside her small Valenwood village, so life becomes one big adventure when her old one is burned down. Daro'maka has grown tired of the lack of economic opportunity in Elsweyr, and has moved to skyrim in order to make gold and support her family. Ragnarok isn't your average Orc. With twice the size, three times the strength, and a quarter of the intellect of the average, his disownment is disguised as a right of passage, and he searches for meaning. What happens when the three are thrown in a pit of fire together? The most efficient and awkward group of misfit friends emerges.

Hazelle Vereith, a sixteen-year-old aspiring warrior, ends up with a lot more on her plate than she ever imagined when she contracts the terrible and almost incurable disease Sanguinaire Vampiris - the disease that turns humans into the nightwalkers she's always been taught to fear. She's kicked out of her home, forced to find a place of her own when she's septimless, forced to accept the fact she has to resort to inhumane tactics to stay alive, and forced to fend off the organization determined to rid vampires of Skyrim.    After all, how's a vampire to survive in a world of humans?

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....

Though his appearance may be strong and unyielding, a certain member of the Companions finds himself fallen prey to a girl...but is she really the prey?

It was one girl's dream to be a warrior when everyone in her small village wanted peace, but the predicted danger set the wheel of fate in motion. The murder of High King Torygg that divided Skyrim, the prophecy of the "World Eater", Alduin, and the manifold divisions that have wrought such damage upon the land unravel the tales of the one to defeat them all. "In their tongue he is called Dovakiin: Dragonborn." *I do not own Skyrim. Skyrim belongs to BETHESDA and the cover belongs to Lindsay Stirling*

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.