Aldmeridominion Stories

Please note: all places, weapons, races, concepts, factions, etc. are copyright of Bethesda Game Studios. I update this story every day/two days This is the story of J'harr, a general in the Imperial Legion. Him and the soldiers he commands find out about a secret Dominion plot to bring about the destruction of the Septim Empire. The story takes place in 4E 522, after the defeat of Alduin, the disappearance of the Last Dragonborn, the Massacre of the Isles, the Apocryphal Treaty, and the Crystal Concordat (the last 3 of which I will be addressing in another series). It takes place in the Elder Scrolls universe. Enjoy!

Ana has always lived a relatively simple life. In fact, she never wished for anything different. But whether she wishes it or not, Ana's life is thrown into chaos when a dragon attacks her beloved hometown, Helgen. This is "hopefully" the first of a series of all the races of Skyrim. If you like it, please vote, it'll let me know I should continue. Enjoy!!

Hammerfell, the desert land of Tamriel, has been plunged into war. The Royalists, allies of King Anaku, fight to join the Aldmeri Dominion and the Rebels who fight to retain Hammerfell's independence. It only takes one man to change the course of history.

This is my first time doing a ONe-shot book...Hopefully this works? REQUESTS OPEN Acceptable Requests include Reader x Character Character x Character Oc X Character Girl x Girl Guy x Guy No lemons No Smut Only Fluff Child!Reader x Character Acceptable for Father/Mother roles

Arasha spent the earlier years of her life with her father, Moth gro-Bagol, in Markarth learning how to work a forge. Despite her father's want to be removed from the orc strongholds Arasha yearned to learn more about her people. When she grew old enough she left the keep in search of the different orc strongholds trying to reconnect with the other Orsimer. The more time she spent with them the more she became like them. However unlike most orcs she earned her living stealing it from others. This worked perfectly until she met the orc chiefton Burguk, who caught her pick pocketing him and demanded they either marry or he took one of her hands. Not being able to defeat an entire stronghold she agreed to the marriage and traveled back to Markarth to summon her father to their union. While they plot a way for her to escape the chiefton's proposal she meets a handsome thalmor stranger who may provide the help she needs. Disclaimer: Don't own the pics, just my oc. Enjoy <3

Shoriba is a Khajiit raised in the harsh lands of Reaper's March. It was there that she learned to use a sword, and it was there that she found work as a mercenary. She fell into a group led by a Khajiit named Dro'bil and kept the keep of Greenhill safe from bandits. When Dominion soldiers take the mercenaries job, they are forced to disband, sending Shoriba far away from home and onto the island of Auridon.

"Every year it comes as no surprise that the 24th of Midyear, the birthday of none other than Tiber Septim, will cause some stirring on the Summerset Isles." My name is Lavendir. I'm an Altmer, born on the 14th of Hearthfire, and raised in the Summerset Isles. Many would call me a dissenter, but I would call myself a liberator, of sorts. After all that they have done, the Thalmor have become my greatest enemy. And I will stop at nothing to try and end them. *I only own my main and supporting characters, Bethesda owns the elder scrolls universe and all relevant canonical characters and lore! **This story is the backstory I created for my Skyrim player character ***Cover photo is a little doodle of Lavendir, drawn by me :3

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 as the Desert Viper. I have led campaigns, have killed more than I kept count of, and generally, am someone you shouldn't really piss off. The last battle I'd fought was when Hammerfell chased out the Aldmeri Dominion. I harbor a particular hatred for them after all they'd done to my country. Even years later. So when they attack Skyrim when I happen to be there on a trip, of course I get involved. After all, simply sheathing a sword doesn't change its nature. It remains what it was forged to be, waiting for a new reason to be withdrawn. And it looks like I have one now to unleash all I'd locked away these past few years. I am Sha'ir al'Arakh. And this is my story.

~4E202~ How strange it is for a single event to set off a chain of events that would change Nirn forever, for Provinces to be sent asunder, for Empires to fall, and for an entire continent to be set alight in the wake of war. Unlikely alliances are triggered in a chain reaction, resulting in a strife that sweeps across Tamriel like a merciless plague. Armies will destroy the land, soldiers will dig endless graves, and spells will leave scars on Earth and minds for generations to come.

There are a lot of cool poems that I have come across while playing the Elder Scrolls games so I decided to collect them all in one place. They will be from Skyrim and Online mostly but also maybe some from Morrowind and Oblivion. I did not author and do not own any of the works here, I only collect and copy them.