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  • The Fall of Ald Skar. Chapter I

    Her once-vibrant armour was darkened by blood and soot, scuffed and marred by the marks of war. The sword she held, once-gleaming, was now sullied and tarnished; and her shield, scarred. Her face was streaked by ash and tears, and the midnight-black and wild, bouncy locks of her hair were now ash-...
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  • Mor's Lament for Alessia

    I see you still upon your star-patterned path A banner ever-burning On snow-dusted sighs I hear your laugh   From Aetherius adjourning.   You're like Secunda's light on my nose hoop here Unobtrusively allusive I withdraw more every passing year   Under summer's sun, reclusiv...
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  • Songs of the Return, Volume 9, The Tale of the Vedrfolnir

    Among the legendary vessels and crews from the massive shipyards of Jyljyrfyk to make the journey south across the whale road -  the Kaal Kaaz, the Chrion, the Sadon Reyth, the Harakk, the Fallowfire, the Jorrvaskr and the most exalted crew of our lord Ysgramor’s ship, the Ylgermet - ther...
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  • The Heart of Pellitine

        "The Trickster God has had more tales told about him than there are grains of sand in Anequina. Listen well, kittens, to another story of Rajhin, the Purring Liar. It is a true account, for it was told to this one by a friend of a friend of a friend...."   Jone and Jode gl...
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  • The Scaled River

    The sun dips with a last solemn splash Light drips and falls as I watch the final flash Time loses meaning, each season winter Happiness evaporates or gets frozen like water Crystals of love captured in time Whose details fade as the surface loses its shine The Dragon coils and uncoils with...
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  • The Chantry Dream

    Gypsy Moths fluttered like musical notes given form, their scaled wings glinting with multi-hued flashes catching the light streaming in from the stained glass windows of the chantry. Their's was a dance of joy and sorrow, an admixture of light and sound, moved to wingbeats by the voices of the sing...
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  • The Bright Star of Hope: Memories

    There is a spot high up on a balcony in the Jarl's palace of Dragonsreach that I have become accustomed to visiting. It has been something of a meditation to come here at the end of a day. From here it's like I can gain a fresh perspective on all that has happened as I gaze down at the dark streets ...
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  • The Bright Star of Hope: The Blessings of Nature

    '...I had no idea she was a woman of violence.'   The Breton sat cross-legged on grass opposite me was exactly as Danica had described; obnoxious as he was pious. His habit of putting his nose in the air whenever he felt indignant about something was irksome, as was his way of stroking his m...
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  • The Bright Star of Hope: Amara's Diary, Entry Two

    17th Last Seed, Riverwood, Whiterun Hold   My whole body aches. I feel as though I haven't slept in a week, and my wrists are red and sore from the ropes I was bound with. I feel as though I have been running barefoot over cobbled streets, and I have never in my life been so scared. Despite m...
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  • The Bright Star of Hope: Amara's Diary, Entry One

    15th/16th Last Seed, somewhere near the Pale Pass and the Cyrodiil/Skyrim border. Falkreath Hold.   This land is of a scale I hardly imagined. Not just in size, witth its soaring mountains and endless pine forests stretching off into the distance, but in terms of time too. It is as though t...
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  • The Bright Star of Hope: The Dragon

    '... and took its very soul like the heroes of old!' The Nord opposite me concluded his short and confusing tale with a swig of ale, the foam collecting on his great, grey walrus-like mustache - which he happily slurped on after setting down his mug. I shook my head in confu...
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  • The Knight of Ald Skar Chapter VI

    How I hated the sea. The smell of it stirred in me a deep loathing born of fear - a weakness - and memories of old hopes long since turned to ash. Yet now as the last tendrils of flame from my campfire, starved of fuel after burning all night,  flicker,  die, and give way to the light an...
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  • Who Am I Now?

     
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  • The Swordthane

    A flurry of wind driven snow swept through the hall as the door opened, making the hearth fire roar and bearded men turn in annoyance, their drinks interrupted and their laughter silenced. That irritation turned to expectation when they saw it was the volva at the doorway, framed by the&nb...
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  • The Dance of the Thundernach

    Absorb the starlight, embrace the moon! The ever-tanking mage's doom. Taking in a dragon's thu'um, Soul's energy's battery fighting gloom.   The Atronach sings a merry tune, When spells like flowers blossom and bloom.   After all is given in a final surge, When no spells are flung...
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  • TBC 2

    Rosayna hurried to take a look at the Bosmer's wounds on his leg and chest. Dishelved [sic] but still beautiful, she was one of the favorites at the brothel, who had learned her healing skill along with her more vocational skills at the House of Dibella. ~ The Refugees No other god or godde...
  • Skyrim

    Wind blowing over snow-laden heights Aetherial ribbons of dazzling light Twin moons rising on a frosty night Over Skyrim Snowy and white.   Frothy waves breaking on the icy shore Blue crystal cliffs echoing the ocean's roar Northern coasts braving winter's maw In the fatherland Home o...
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  • TBC

    Hello folks! Things have been exciting recently as Edana mentions in the Site Updates Noticeboard - a lot has been achieved with the last big plugin worthy of mention in the poetic edda. Now that phase is over and The Thrassian Task Force is now doing the work of restoring all the builds while...
  • Storm's Tears

    Bitter tears falling disguised in the rain Words hoarsely rolling off a diminished tongue Apathetic ears hark to words annually sung Listener and speaker both broken by pain.   Stillness, brittle and bleak, shroud violence like a pall The unspoken rings true in fractured minds, futility a...
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  • Fragment on Kyne

    Editor's note: The following manuscript appears to be an early entry in a diary found along with several like it among the belongings of an as-yet unidentified paladin of Saint Alessia who died in a lonely cave in Skyrim. I regret to report that time finally caught up with the holy warrior on t...
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  • Fragment on Stendarr

    Editor's note: The following fragment comes from a larger collection of journal entries found among the personal effects of a Paladin of Alessia. They were in a pack next to his body in a remote cave in the far north of Skyrim. Oddly, the cold had perfectly preserved his body while the corpses of th...
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  • Aedra: Tsun

    My name is Einwulf Trollsbane and I'm here today to tell you about Tsun. I've 'erd it said people in the south call 'im Zenithar and that he is different in those parts than he is in Skyrim. But that don't matter, see, because it's all just stories - the snows melt and then freeze again and in ...
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  • Werewolves: Villains or Misunderstood?

    By Hadlanter "Hadley" The Warden   The idea that Hircine created the Curse of Lycanthropy is so ingrained in popular imagination that The Daedric Prince of the Hunt has earned himself the title The Father of Manbeasts. Yet is there any truth to this assertion, or has this Lord of Misrule...
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  • Radiance Lost

    Alone, loyal but full of doubt,The shaken faith of the ever-devout,A heart-break at being cast out,Craving love while living without. The scintilla who fears not the dark,Yet ever waits for that one remark,A colourful rain-curtained spark,Bringing light to a life so stark. An emotio...
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  • Do dirt-birds dream of snow?

    With heavy heart I tread these hallowed halls,Passing marbled murals gracing walls,The splashing sound of sacred falls,A soft voice sighing gently calls. At the shrine I see an offering of words,A horn of joy from Snow-Whale herds,Sung in the tone of tibrol tree birds,Tears makes up the last two-th...
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  • A Winter's Shore

    Long ago on a winter's night, as snow fell outside my door, The wind was blowing with all its might, the hearth responding with a roar. Lonliness then was my daily plight, every day like the one before, I'd sit alone to think and write, working on a piece of lore. I lived life lik...
  • Long Winter

    In a land of endless snow, When dusk arrives too soon, Green life struggles to grow, And morning feels like noon.   Darkness is my friend, Light a memory, But when the sun descends, I still feel such melancholy.   The ground is slick with ice, The buildings smothered b...
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  • Brightest Star

    For the longest time there has been a star, Burning bright as it shines afar. Alessia's birthright gleaming near Arkay's eye, Today it went out with no goodbye.   For the longest time that star has shone, The night is darker now it has gone. What will it take to get it bac...
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  • The Bright Star of Hope: Bleak Falls

    'Answer the question, please.' I was calm but the spirit continued to fight against my will, shouting his abuse at me in that Blacklight twang of his.   'Oblivion take you, N'wah, just who in Dagon's name are you to treat me so? Just you wait, s'wit, so help me I'll...' Phantom flam...
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  • The Knight of Ald Skar Chapter V

    It is strange that I feel so at home in this land as it has almost the exact opposite of Vvardenfell. Instead of the burning hot ashstorms of Ald'ruhn, the Nords of Skyrim experience freezing blizzards. In place of the lava flows of Molag Amur, this unforgiving province boasts ...
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  • The Knight of Ald Skar Chapter IV

    At last I can see land on the horizon. After days of sea and waves even the jagged, snow-capped peaks of Skyrim are a welcome sight. I can hardly wait to stand on firm ground again and actually keep some food down. I am so hungry. I wonder if they serve Scuttle in their cornerclubs here? It will b...
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  • The Knight of Ald Skar Chapter III

    Endless sea. Nothing but the sound of the ocean from all directions and the constant creaking and rocking of the boat to keep me company. The Nord crew are friendly enough as they are used to Dunmer and our ways but I miss the company of my own people. I miss the company of her.   Esha Idra...
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  • The Knight of Ald Skar Chapter II

      This morning I took passage aboard a ship sailing from Solstheim to the frozen land of Skyrim. I write these words feeling queasy from the constant rocking and swaying of the vessel. I will miss the Retching Netch, the sounds and scents of the cornerclub so much remind me of home. I could ha...
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  • The Knight of Ald Skar Chapter I

    For The Wing, whose actions spoke louder than words. The sun sets in the west, fiery, red and angry. A cliched sentence to be sure, but reflective of my mood as I write these words. I sit here looking east to my ruined country as the darkness of night casts a spreading shadow across the blackened...
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  • Character Build: The Avatava

    “When the mighty Ra Gada first drove back the Orcs, one sect of warriors employed a fighting style so aggressive, so fierce, that the tales tell of enemies standing stunned, falling to flashing blades in a daze before they realized an attack was upon them. These champions revered Tava as well as Dia...
  • Examining the Monomyth

    In my journeys across Skyrim I have learned a great deal about the beliefs and worldviews of the various cultures of Tamriel. At first it was confusing and although often similar to the beliefs of my clan, I still sometimes found it hard to take it all in. However, I have come to view The Monomyth ...
  • Event Profile: Ranmir Wood-Seer

    In the wild reaches of Skyrim, high in the Jerral Mountains, deep in the valleys of the Velothi's or hidden in the ancient forests of the frozen north, there are isolated clans of Nords who practise the Old Ways. These ancient traditions of their forefathers stretching back to The Return from Atmora...
  • Raan Mir

    Heavy fog, a blanket, over ancient bows drape, Old trunk, gnarly branches, creates an eerie shape, Distant mountains, far foreboding, against the sky scrape, The hunted runs, eyes darting, searching for escape. Forest silent, animals quiet, the only noise a ragged gasp, Nameless horror, ancient foe...
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  • Ugolin

    Ugolin the Aspirant Name: Ugolin Surname: N/A Sex: Male Race: Breton Class: Aspirant Age: 28 Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Chaotic neutral represents true freedom from both society's restrictions and a do-gooder's zeal.  He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't st...
  • Prayer to Arkay

    When life is almost over, Like a candle burning low, An oil lamp running empty, Or a river that has lost its flow. There is one thing remaining, One final act is left, Preventing us from seeking, The welcome arms of death. Before we seek eternal slumber, Drift off into the ether, Information, diss...
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  • Mor

    That Morihaus was the son of Kyne was a solid truth... At least, according to the Song of Pelinal, that is. Yet is that true? What does it even mean to be a Son of Kyne? The Song of Pelinal also talks about Morihaus as being both a bull and a man-bull, rasing the question was Mor a literal bull, a ...
  • Morihaus-Breath-of-Kyne

    That Morihaus was the son of Kyne was a solid truth... At least, according to the Song of Pelinal, that is. Yet is that true? What does it even mean to be a Son of Kyne? The Song of Pelinal also talks about Morihaus as being both a bull and a man-bull, rasing the question was Mor a literal bull, a m...
  • Fifth Anniversary Lore Group Feature

    The fact that the Lore Group is the oldest Group on the site is not its main claim to fame. Rather, I think that honour goes to how it has acted as a resource for builders and bloggers over the years. Indeed, the three sister groups of Character Building, Roleplaying and Lore share a symbiotic relat...
  • The Fallen Hero

    Numbed, shocked and dazed, I stumbled, fell, in foggy haze, When, why, how many days? On my soul the loss heavily weighs. I remember her face, her startling eyes, Still feel her body, her breathless sighs, In my mind echoes her passionate cries, I long for yet fear when that memory dies. She lays ...
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  • The Old Knight

    Again I take up my shield and sword, I don my armour, my spiritual ward, Prepare for a battle my heart deplored, To fight or die for the honour of my lord. Into the precious day I rode abroad, Hit with a wall of sound as the crowd applaud. The helmeted knight on his horse, how I'm adored! Don't they...
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  • The Forgotten

    Streaming down brightly in a dazzling torrent of colour, As I sit under the pale blue sky and wonder, Rays of Aetherial fire, scintillating illumination, Are these beams of astral light the soul's emancipation? Here by a gushing stream upon a sun-warmed rock I sit, Gazing at the current my eye catc...
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  • A Godsend

    A special person, a gods-sent soul, a moon and star to make us whole, the Nerevarine it is her role to soothe our scars and our grief console. To the eastern clans through ash she stepped bringing hope and joy to those who wept and our bitterness and sorrow away she swept before through fire and smo...
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  • A Simple Soldier's Poem

    Corpses piled high on the battlefield, All around me soldiers died, With the legion I advanced with sword and shield, The dead were scattered far and wide. No quarter given, no chance to yield, Legionnaires were killed to either side, But this warrior's life and fate were sealed. A Decurion beside m...
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  • Morthal and Morihaus. A Skald's Tale

    'The story of how Morthal earned it's name has been told and retold so many times and been embellished over and over so often that the facts are now lost to history. But who cares about facts when all we Nords need is hot words to thaw the ice from our thoughts, eh? That it did happen...
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  • Kiss at the End

    My soul ascended up like smoke on the wind, lifted as if on the backs of birds, a final kiss from Kyne. At height I paused to look down at the fighting of my kin, my spirit peaceful as it observed the pallid corpse of mine. White and pale, gleaming on blood red snow, my eyes were glass and unseeing,...
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  • Love in an Ordinator

    Where is my sweet Dunmer queen? I have searched from Ald’ruhn to Seyda Neen. In Mournhold I looked, Shed tears in Tear, But I have lost her for good, I fear. I am just a poor Ordinator. My manner is gruff and bitter. Connection is hard, When wearing this mask, But I’d rather I died than have Hurt h...
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  • Let's Lore: The Monomyth

    The purpose of this discussion is to be an introductory analysis of the in-game book The Monomyth. This volume is, in my view, the absolute best place to start if you wish to learn more about the lore of The Elder Scrolls setting. The book itself is a collection of the most common creation myths of ...
  • The Larcenous Knight

    So this was something I wrote when playing Albino's Larcenous Knight way back in August last year. Thought I'd share, it's just a short backstory really but it was a fun playthrough. I remember when I was young I enjoyed walking the battlements of my family’s castle, pretending to be a knight on pa...
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  • Ugolin, memories out of sequence: The First and Last?

    When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world When the Brass Tower walks and Time is reshaped When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne, and the White Tower falls When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding The World...
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  • Ugolin, Memories of of Sequence: Thoughts and Implications

    The image of the "Oblivion Gate" as Silus Vesuius had called the Daedric Oht letter, was etched onto the scabbard of Mehrune’s Razor with supernatural precision. Standing in the late Silus’ house and surrounded by Mythic Dawn imagery, Ugolin examined the artefact, whilst recalling his conversation w...
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  • Ugolin, memories out of sequence. The Seven Thousand Steps.

    High Hrothgar's massive iron dooors shut behind him with a dull, reverberating clang, leaving the Dragonborn exposed to the cold, bitter wind.  Flurries of snow wrapped themselves around him, stinging his face, biting his nose and somehow finding every gap in his collar. Pulling his hood lower over ...
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  • Ugolin, memories out of sequence. The Atronach

    A perpetual mist surrounded the great stone cricle, a result of steam continuosly issuing from geysers beneath the volcanic tundra. A smell of sulfer hung thickly in the humid air, small pools of ground water rippled with the soft tremors under foot. The area had a denuded beauty, it's dull colours ...
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  • Ugolin, puppet of the gods

    Ugolin closed the book, his fingers lingering for a moment on the embossed image on the cover. Oht, the letter was called in the daedric language and to Ugolin it looked like two curving tentacle-like appendages reaching down from a flat plane, forming a frame for a single eye-like orb. If shown to ...
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