Scrolls Stories

(This takes place shortly after the first five books) (after some review the new cover for this story looks a tad bit too creepy, I will be making a new one eventually ) It has been three months since the dragonets "prophecy" came to fruition. Every Tribe was trying to adapt to the new peace, something that hasn't been experienced in years. For one particularly stubborn tribe, (cough cough, Nightwings, cough cough), they are having a rather rough time, just with the fact that they aren't constantly surrounded by lava and death. Though, one dragonet adapts slightly faster, (mostly due to not wanting to starve again), which leads to a... Rainwing, stalking him. Yeah, a Rainwing. Such unrefined creatures... - An idea just came to mind and I'm not quite sure how it would work out, anyways, I can add your Dragon's (OC) to my story, again, not sure if it would work out but I'm open to requests. Just ask and I'll take a look! - Example dialogue: (this is used in the story) Deathbringer swivels his head and stares at glory with a suprised look on his face, "wow, I did not know you could sound that nice", he covers the side of his mouth that's closer to Glory and leans toward Fateseaker, "careful kid, she's viscous", he whispers loud enough for Glory to hear while grinning. Glory shoots him a scathing look, "excuse his behavior, I'll make sure to punish him later", she says with a pissed tone while looking at Deathbringer. "Ohhh, don't threaten me with a good time", he winks at Glory. Glory covers her eyes with her claws and exhales in frustration. She collects herself for a moment before turning her attention back to Fateseaker. --- (A story about Breaking "Fate") WIP chapters are technically "finished", but I'll add more details, better grammar, etc. The edited chapters will have a (rewritten # times) at the beginning. (Just a little disclaimer, this story will have some darker themes starting at chapter 5)

Sif Still-Born is a child of legend... Literally. The story of her birth has become something of a horror story in Nord culture, meant to terrify children and warn suspicious souls away from the Daedra. But when she chooses to return to Skyrim, her father's homeland, she will get much more than she bargained for. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Skyrim, but Sif and her original story is all mine. This story had also been published by me on fanfiction.net, but it was published under the same username and written by me. Long story short, I didn't copy it. Enjoy!

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My name is Varren and I am going to tell you a tale. A tale that I made myself by my own will, which I regret as I write this now. This tale is one of tombs, evil, and remembrance. It is a simple story of how an Argonian like me set out on an adventure to a tomb that was suppose to be filled with riches. What I found there was something far worse and more dangerous than any trap or guardian I had ever faced before. This tomb held evil beyond my imagination and I did not suspect a thing. This tomb of Labyrinthian also held for me remembrance. My memories were scattered and in this barrow I found them again, for better or worse. It was also where I found the darkness within myself. This tale I weave is my own. I share this tale with you because, well, I feel this story should be told. So come, read, and listen to the horror of what happened there in that dark kingdom on that day I decided to find myself again.

A journey to reclaim a homeland is underway and a quest to slay a dragon is at hand. But on the eve of their departure, Thorin Oakenshield and his company are joined by a strange golden Elf who wields the even stranger power of the Thu'um who insists that she is the one to slay Smaug and so their quest begins. ~A humorous parody retelling the events of the Hobbit with the Dragonborn of Skyrim with a cast of characters she brought along from Tamriel, as well as several others.~

hi my name is zack and I'm 17 when I was on my way home I got hit by a semi truck now I'm in a field and I see something up ahead and boy it's big. By the way I came up with this out of my head.

"Sometimes life puts you in difficult circumstances you didn't choose. But being happy or unhappy is a choice you make, and I've chosen to make the best of things that I can." Ludwig had just been arrested in an ambush, almost excecuted, and escaped a dragon attack through a collapsing tunnel-way. Now he's been told that he's the legendary Dragonborn and must stop an ancient dragon from devouring the world. Feliciano is an enchanter, mage, and an apprentice in the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun who wishes to find what he's missing in his life. After a chance meeting, together these two will begin their long journey to save the world and find the answers that they've sought, though they may end up gaining more questions than they do clarity. A GerIta twist to the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim game.

Svenja is eighteen and has horrible luck. She's living the life of a thief. She's lived outside or in inns her entire life and is well known amongst the citizens in some holds. She has to make amends, with the little resources she has. Everything went pretty well, until Bhar'Nall, an Orc with high status, claimed her to be a murderer. A stranger on the run makes it even more of a mess, and pulls her into an adventure with more deceit, hatred and games than she had signed up for. How will she ever get out of this mess? - A story based on the game "The elder scrolls - Skyrim". The endless amount of books I found in the Skyrim world can be quite inspiring, so I decided to add to that number.

Skyrim and the whole of the Tamrielic Empire is in chaos. Skyrim is locked into a new civil conflict, and Lydia is thrown right into the middle of it. Ever since their parents were murdered in a bandit raid on Falkreath, Lydia and her sister Reydi swore themselves to become warriors; defenders of Skyrim. But when Lydia joins forces with the Jarl of Whiterun, and Reydi is jailed for a misunderstanding, Lydia discovers forces at work that are much more powerful than any Bandit. A darkness is sweeping through Skyrim. ATTENTION: I DO NOT OWN SKYRIM, THE ELDER SCROLLS OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS! BUT many parts of the story and some characters ARE MY OWN WORK, including Reydi and Bjorn, as well as the backstory for Lydia (although I do not own Lydia as a character.

Short stories about the many characters of Skyrim. Occasional violence included.

Once upon a shimmer-not in a book, not on a screen, but in the rafters of Glen Rock Hollow-there lived a tale too tender for daylight and too mischievous for silence. This is not a story of facts. It is a ripple of make-believe, stitched with scrolls and sealed in ceremony. No real names. No real books. Just Lorry, Boots, and Leebe Alice-companions of mischief, memory, and moon-thread magic. Leebe Alice was invisible once. Not because she wasn't real, but because she was shy. She watched from the corners. She hummed lullabies into bead drawers. She spun scrolls when no one was looking. But Glen Rock glowed with laughter. And laughter, as everyone knows, is the one thing invisible companions cannot resist. This tale is for those who believe in tail-flicks of truth, kazoo choruses of courage, and scrolls that shimmer only when shared. It begins in a room warmer than it should be, with a bead that rolled away and a voice that whispered, "I didn't mean to be seen."

New roleplay I decided to add to the extending list of roleplays. There is no plot to follow, just doing whatever your heart desires.

A Darien Gautier one shot. Just finished the main Summerset story line on TESO! There was one part that I wanted to write out. This was the result. I don't own ESO, or it's characters. Warning! Spoilers! Read at your own risk.

I adjusted my child's mammoth fur blanket and held him closer to me, feeling he was the most precious thing I had ever been given the honor to touch. I hugged him tightly, his head peaking out over my shoulder. Jiro kissed him on the crown of the head, starting to cry, and I did the same. I kissed him once more and whispered my final words to him, "I love you so so much, Apollo, my son."

-Before you read I want you to know that English is not my "first language". This is my first story, SO please be nice- This story is inspired by "The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim" :) In this story we follow a mysterious man in his wander in life. He would mostly spend his life in the grass relaxing and hunting. He knows no one and no one knows him. He would NEVER corporate with a person, untill one day when he bumps into a girl, this changes his life forever.

Gavan is a quiet and intelligent Bosmer (Wood Elf) who lived a city life within Cyrodiil, studying his special arcane talents that he gained at birth. Wishing to learn more about his fabled father who disappeared when he was born, Gavan ventures to the cold, unforgiving land of Skyrim where his great destiny is about to unfold and the fate of the land rest in his hands.

Chosen to be the bride of an arrogant prince, Clarisse, daughter from a peasant family is taken into the palace with strict orders from her uncle to steal the most precious jewel in the whole of Europe. The Royal Crown. Her heart gets in the way of her mission, as does many secrets that hide within the walls of the palace.