Luck of the Draw - Adventures of a Pickpocket Ch. 2
Posted October 10, 2013
A heavy banging on the door reverberated through the Bunkhouse’s thin wooden walls. Haelga was in the middle of serving her latest customer. I was helping Svana refresh the beds upstairs. Haelga roughly put on a robe and opened the door, sleeve slipping down her shoulders, hair a mess. Generally loo...
Luck of the Draw – Adventures of a Pickpocket Ch. 1
Posted October 9, 2013
Pungent fumes of rotting food and feces that plagued and corrupted the waters of the canals wrung their way up my nostrils as I shifted between the market crowd early Turdas morning. They hadn’t bothered me for the twenty-three years that I have survived in Riften. I say survived, as living is a ble...
Retribution Ch. 15; The Path of Dawn
Posted October 9, 2013
Tarthas kept his hood up as he passed the guards. His reflection now unnerved people. His irises were not emerald green anymore they were black as a night’s sky though no stars shone from them. Thus he kept his hood low. How long would it last? They had turned black before, usually in high stages of...
Retribution Ch. 14; Transcendence
Posted June 18, 2013
Martin asked no questions on the road, which suited Tarthas just fine. He was chewing his lip over whether or not he was too late. Galloping was heard from behind, rushed and a frantic panting from the overtired horse. A farmer on a fine black stallion was coming from the road they had been walking ...
Posted June 18, 2013
Merely a decade had passed since Isran had attempted reforming the Dawnguard and all of his followers and companions abandoned his paranoid hatred. Whiterun was celebrating Lorchel’s tenth year of living in the city. An uproar of hearty cheers and laughter filled the Bannered Mare. The Nords used e...