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• Sigurd's Saga, The forming of the fellowship (part I)

  by Jake Dassel November 21, 2012
  As the ancient steel drove through my newly forged cuirass, I realized with grim humor that I was about to die for the second time.  The warrior now pulled the rusted blade out and raised it for the final blow, but before he could do so, a green-shafted arrow stuck into his neck with a satisfying th...
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• Sigurd's Saga, part ten: Into the barrow

  by Jake Dassel October 2, 2012
  Bleak Falls Barrow. A tomb of the ancients. A tomb of my brothers. Ransacked by bandits. As I made my up to the ancient fortress, Two lowlifes accosted me at a crumbling watchtower, standing tall in the snow. The poor fools drew steel and charged with disregard to their own safety, hoping to scare m...
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• Sigurd's Saga, part nine

  by Jake Dassel September 15, 2012
  PROLOGUE----- A single guard stood watch over the sleepy village by the river, watching the sun set, the man was unaware of the small figure slip through the gate, heading towards the inn.  "I shwear! ash big ash a houssh!!" A burly, blonde nord in a leather jerkin wrapped in a blue sash was regalin...
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• Sigurd's Saga, part eight

  by Jake Dassel September 7, 2012
  As we loaded up on supplies, Ralof had questions,"Who are you? I've never seen one with such skill and ferocity in battle who is also a healer of your caliber! I have only heard tales of men such as you in the oldest of tales." I chuckled, "Believe it or not, but I come strait from those tales, my f...
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• Sigurd's Saga, part seven

  by Jake Dassel September 7, 2012
  "Get down!" Ralof hissed, "He may come back!" I looked up in the sky, but the dragon was already winging gracefully over a far-off valley, presumably looking for more villages to devour.  "I still can't believe we made it out of there friend," Ralof wheezed as he leaned against a tree, "we should ma...
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• Sigurd's Saga, part six

  by Jake Dassel August 25, 2012
  The warrior dragged the door shut as flames continued to engulf the unfortunate souls still out in the courtyard, I looked to the warrior, who was in conversation with the lord from earlier. "Jarl Ulfric, could the legends be true? was that really a dragon?!" the young man didn't want to believe it....
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• Sigurd's Saga, part five

  by Jake Dassel August 25, 2012
  Sovnegarde holds no place for cowards.  As soon as the thief's name was called, he made a run for it, spineless wretch didn't make it twenty feet.  A priestess of Arkay approached the headsman's block and had just started our last rites when one of the young warriors shoved his way past the guards o...
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• Sigurd's Saga, part four

  by Jake Dassel August 24, 2012
  I awoke to the rantings of a prisoner, bemoaning of his misfortune,  I glared up at him, with a bleary eye and attempted to knock him off the wagon, when I noticed my hands were bound, and my armor stripped.  As I got my bearings I noticed one of the nordic warriors I had aided staring at me smiling...
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• Sigurd's Saga, Part three

  by Jake Dassel August 24, 2012
  Thank the gods the old landmarks are still intact, without them I would have been lost hopelessly in the wilds.  Skyrim is still as untamed and dangerous as it was in my time, I'm gladdened to see some things have not changed.  Along the path to Darkwater Crossing, I met an amusing sight,  Three hun...
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• Sigurd's Saga, Part Two

  by Jake Dassel August 4, 2012
  The cold mountain air went down like a knife in my throat, after centuries of stale, musty air in the crypt, the brisk east wind came as a painful bliss,  I lay there for hours, just breathing.  My mortal body, however, needed other nourishment, and I soon found my way down the mountain I had ascend...
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• Sigurd's Saga, Part one.

  by Jake Dassel August 2, 2012
  My name is Sigurd Favnesbane, I was once a mighty tongue, known throughout Skyrim for my voice. I fought alongside the great Skorm Snow-strider in the last Elf war.  Although Skorm has been dead for hundreds of years, I still walk among the living.  My tale begins when I was assigned to a simple sco...
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