Posted April 1, 2016
There’s a phrase I remember from my stronghold days. It went like this: ‘’ Put down that damn quill, Muresh. Pick up your sword. No orc chief wants a poet for a wife!’’ They tried to rub it out of me. They told me that writing poetry was for the weak, and it would be the surest way t...
Posted March 30, 2016
There rode on hunt a follower of Hicine, and one of Kyne and each said to the other that the weather sure was fine. The huntress of Kyne was a legend with a bow ...
Posted March 25, 2016
There was a man headed for Dawnstar. Don’t go there, I said, ‘cause that’s where bad dreams are. But he went to Dawnstar, slept in a bed and in the morning woke full of dread all because he went to Dawnstar. There was an elf headed for Winterhold. Why are you going there, I said, it’s too cold! The...
Posted March 24, 2016
The wolf queen rules in Solitude and the wolf queen rules alone. The dead are kneeling at her feet and she sits on a cold, cold throne. What joy or love has she? ...
Posted March 18, 2016
In the vast, snowy, middle-of-nowhere, Caelia was creating a makeshift shrine for the daedric prince. She had bought what she needed, ( several bricks of woods, and one thin square piece of wood) from Birna, Winterhold’s one and only shopkeeper. Birna had asked w...