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  • The Prodigal Son

    The welcome had been warm enough to thaw the frost in his joints, building up from the year in the North. A year.At the start, it had seemed an impossible span of time. But standing on the other end, looking back on the past twelve months, Ragnvaldr could see it as nothing but a brief episode in h...
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  • A Son Among Thy Sons

    Sundas, 17th of Last Seed, 4E 201 It is always strange to hold a new journal in my hands, the pages unblemished. Hadvar found it, this old mess of leather and parchment, in his uncle's home and gave it to me to make up for the one his fellows took from me upon my arrest. Pages and pages of informati...
  • Echoes of Dragonfire

    With faded blue eyes, he watched the filmy surface of the pond, nearly orange as it reflected the light of the rising sun, as it rippled lethargically as the wind coursed across it. All the world seemed caught and held, trapped in that moment of dawn-kissed stillness. The breeze carried gentle sound...
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  • Alcarien's Accounts | Chapter 10

    ARRIVE AT WHITERUN
  • Alcarien's Accounts | Chapter 9

    At first, I did not recognize the name that Hoster used to regard this strange horseman. I was focused on our mission- to report the danger to Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun- and frankly quite irritated by the distraction. Did Bilandis and Hoster not understand the urgency of the situation? It was hardly...
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  • Alcarien's Accounts | Chapter 8

    The idyllic village I had pictured in my mind when fantasizing about a life in Skyrim held few differences from Riverwood. A fairer, greener town I had not ever imagined. Quaint homes were perched on the gentle hill, and the honey-slow river babbled nonsensically as it made its course just beyond th...
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  • Alcarien's Accounts | Chapter 7 | Ending Edited

    If following Hoster made me a fool, I did it only because he was being a bigger fool. Of course, hindsight makes situations clearer, and I can see that I would have done the same thing in his situation, but at the time, I thought it was nothing but silliness that bade him return to Helgen. Still, th...
  • Alcarien's Accounts | Chapter 6

    The room we found ourselves in was deserted. It appeared to be some sort of barracks, with beds lining one wall and a makeshift armory upon the other. The latter interested me much more, and I rushed to it. Taking a sword in my hand, I turned back to my companions to find them much in the same state...
  • Alcarien's Accounts | Chapter 5

    The spectacle at the town gates had me mesmerized, spellbound. In retrospect, though, I had no idea the significance of what I was seeing. On the carriages being brought into town sat two of the most powerful beings in Skyrim, though their respective powers came in quite different styles. But beyond...
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  • Alcarien's Accounts | Chapter 4

    Helgen was only just stirring, awakening all around me as I made my way into the town. The sky was gradually growing lighter, and as I turned my gaze towards it, the orange of the sun blazed wildly from beyond the stone, the trees, the mountains, seeming just within reach in its intensity. Shielding...
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  • Alcarien's Accounts | Chapter 3

    Being the child of a well-to-do Thalmor ambassador, I have never been a stranger to the pompous. My mother, in her stark black robes, was often surrounded by ingratiating politicians. I can remember in my childhood thinking she looked like something of a mother duck with a long train of needy duckli...
  • Alcarien's Accounts | Chapter 2

    ((Hello! Chronicler here with a quick note. When I began writing this, I was a bit overenthusiastic and posted Chapter one PRIOR to posting the Prologue/Table of Contents. Poor planning, and I have only just recently corrected it, as of 2/28/14, by swapping the text and title of the blog posts for m...
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  • Alcarien's Accounts | Chapter 1

    The youngest son of a prominent family residing in the Imperial City, I was raised with expectations of every benefit and no responsibility. My eldest brother would inherit my mother's titles as well as his duties, or if not him, my other older brother. and I had only one job: behave respectably. An...
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  • Alcarien's Accounts | Prologue

    Table of Contents found HERE   Prologue  Being an old elf of failing memory and having a story of great importance and perhaps greater length, I have long felt the need to share my tale; however, I have also felt that my aging tongue lacks the necessary skill to recount it all as it happened without...
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