Post by simonstormcloak on Jun 18, 2013 6:51:51 GMT -5
This forum is dead. I've been the only person active here, and even though Will said a whole YEAR ago that he'd get more active, nothing has happened except for a single comment left in August! If anybody is reading this, please help! Get active on this site! Someone, please!!!!
Post by simonstormcloak on Sept 28, 2012 16:22:10 GMT -5
Hello viewers. I have been writing Skyrim fanfic for around half a year now, and I'm not going to stop. But I would like to officially announce that I am DISCONTINUING stories on this site. If you want to read more of my works, then head over to fanfiction.net and find me, SimonStormcloak. Nobody posts on this site anymore, and fanfiction has a MUCH larger archive of Elder Scrolls stories, over 1700, in fact! So I would like to say, as for my works on this website, This is the End. I am LEAVING. Goodbye. *Puts on ring and disappears*
Post by simonstormcloak on Aug 3, 2012 20:23:05 GMT -5
The next morning we continued along the road until I saw a large stone temple across the river. "Ralof," I said. "What's that?" "The stone temple? Bleak Falls Barrow. Big for a barrow. Full of Draugr, it is." "That's what they say in Hammerfell. Except that all we got are ancient structures left to us by the Dwemer." "Must be hard to explore with all their creations." "What? No, There's not much in there. Just a few zombies and rats." "A zombie? What's that?" "Kind of like a Draugr. But no armor and no weapon. They're rotting corpses that moan and walk around. Lots of them in Cyrodill." "So... Not deadly then?" "Quite the contrary. They can punch and claw. Most adventurers can handle them, but I've seen a few running out with a few zombies after them. But the guards always put them down." "Let's keep going." We kept along the path, and eventually Ralof came to a stop. "These are the Guradian Stones." He said, pointing to three large tall stones, one with a carving of a wizard, another with a hooded man, and a man with a horned helmet and an axe. "That's the warrior, the thief, and the mage." "Oh, you mean like birthsigns?" "Huh?" "You know, the Tower, the Steed, the Atronach..." "Yeah, the stones! You put your hand on it, and you're given powers!" I was astonished. How did he not know about birthsigns? "Yeah. You're born under them, aren't they?" I said. "No..." "Of course! I was born under the Tower! What about you?" "Well, I was interested in magic when I was little, so I got the Mage, but now I'm a warrior. But you can only touch a stone once, so I'm stuck being a wizard with a sword. "So, pick your sign carefully. Or else you'll be stuck being a phoney forever." "Okay." I said. I walked over to the Warrior stone. I put my hand to it and... Nothing happened. No blinding white light or big blackout, nothing at all." "Hmm." Said Ralof. "If you're 'born under the Tower', maybe it just can't change it." "It's funny," I said, "How things change in different parts of the world." "Yeah, born to be Tower, I guess." Eventually we came to some stone and wood walls. Well, not really stone and wood, more like a little portion of a wall for people to get a view. "This is Riverwood." Ralof said. "A cozy little town on the border of Whiterun and Falkreath." "What hold is it actually in?" I asked. "Well, let's say right now I'm in Falkreath." He took a step into the town. "Now I'm in Whiterun." He said. "Come on, let's find Gerdur. She's my sister, owns the lumber mill with her husband Hod. Got a little child, too. Name's Frodnar." I took a look around and from what I saw, it was a pretty decent town. There was a Blacksmith shop to my left, General store to my right, and a little bit ahead there was an inn. In between the Inn and the Trader I could see a few houses. Right in front of the Smith to my left, there was a wooden path leading to the mill. "A Dragon! I saw a Dragon!" What? I turned to my right. In front of the Trader was a house with an old woman up front. A man with long dirty blonde hair and a muscular build went up to the woman. "What? What is now, Mother?" "I-It was as big as a house, and black as night! It flew right over the Barrow!" She saw it too? The man didn't seem to be showing any suprise. "Dragons now, is it? If you keep rambling on like this, everybody will think you're crazy." "Sven, I'm not lying! It roared and flew straight away! You didn't see it?" I was about to cut in when Ralof grabbed my arm. "Let's try not to draw any attention to ourselves, okay?" We went to the mill where there was a big man in a white tunic working the mill. Down below cutting wood was a blond woman in a green dress. "Gerdur!" Ralof said. She looked up. "Ralof! Why are you here? Are you on leave-" "Gerdur, Gerdur! We're fine. Is there someplace we can talk without being overheard?" "Ah, yes. Follow me." She led us to a tree stump, then turned and yelled to the man at the mill. "Hod, get over here!" "What is it woman? Sven drunk on the job again?" "Just get over here!" Hod looked down and was clearly suprised by what he saw. "Ralof! What are you doing here? Er, I'll be right down!" We waited awhile and Hod got over. "Now, Ralof." He said. "Why are you back?" Was there some family arguement? He didn't seem too friendly. "Yes," Gerdur said. "We heard Ulfric had been captured." Oh, they were just worried about him and Ulfric. "Sit down." He said. "It's a long story."
Post by simonstormcloak on Jun 23, 2012 22:01:14 GMT -5
Thalmor Embassy, 31st Frostfall, 4E201 Helvir ducked as a shock spell hit the wall above him. He jumped forward and broke the mage's neck. He picked up his sword and ran forward. He still wasn't quite used to the Steel Imperial sword. It was sharper, but shorter and heavier than his preferred Iron Longsword. But the sharp edge did come in handy. His Iron sword probably wasn't enough to get through the Gilded Elven Armor that the Thalmor had. That's one room clear, about... three to go. Helvir ran out to catch up with the Legate Fasendil at the entrance. "Legate," He panted. "The room's clear. No sign of Elenwen." "Damn." Fasendil said. "Let's move on. She's here somewhere. Shke has no other place to escape to." Elenwen was the High Elven Thalmor Ambassador for Skyrim, sent by the Aldmeri Dominion to keep the peace. "Alright. Let's go on to the next room. Helvir, get Julius and Draconius." "Yessir." Helvir went into a cleared room, where Draco and Brutus were doing a double check, just to make sure. "Oh, hi Helvir." said Julius as Helvir walked in. "The next room's clear, just so you know. Anything in here?" "Yeah. There were a few hiding out. We killed 'em. "Good. The Legate needs us to regroup and move on to the next room." "Sure thing, just give us a moment." Brutus walked over to a closet. "Must've forgotten to check here..." An Aldmeri Assassin jumped out of the closet and stabbed Julius in the chest. "SHIT!" Draco yelled. He grabbed the Assassin and threw him into a wall. "You stupid elf... You'll pay for this!" Draco brutally beat the elf until there was blood coming from his eyes. "That'll teach you not to kill my friends!" He plunged a dagger into the Assassin's neck. Helvir was attending to Julius, who was bleeding out. "Oh gods, Julius..." He stood up. "I'm sorry Draco... He's gone." Draco wiped away a few tears. "Not a surprise. I've had a lot of friends killed." "It's alright, Draco. Come on, the Legate's expecting us." The two ran out of the building and into the next, where some of Fasendil's soldiers were clearing out the first room. Fasendil came out of the second room, covered in blood. "I think- I think I saw Elenwen. She's... In the next building. The- The Solar. But there's mages. They almost killed me. So, unless you absolutely hate magic... come on!" They fought their way through the building, until they reached the last room. In there was Elenwen, in full Malachite Glass armor, surrounded by about four mages and ten warriors, all dressed in Gilded Elven Armor. "Well," Elenwen said. "It seems that you were lucky enough to fight your way here." The Aldmeri warriors drew their swords, the mages readying spells. "It's a shame that you had to start this attack, but certainly not a shame that we have to kill you. In fact, I'm going to quite enjoy this." Fasendil came running into the room. Nobody noticed his short absence. "General Stormcloak is here." He informed everyone. Ulfric Stormcloak came into the room, dressed head to toe in Steel Nordic Armor. His helmet was pure steel with two long horns. "Elenwen. Nice to see you again." "Ulfric. Didn't expect you to live this long. I guess I underestimated the power of the legion." "Even more powerful with Stormcloaks in it. "I think not. Your 'Legion' didn't do too well in the last war." "That was then. This is now." "Then I guess you still believe in this silly 'Talos'." "The whole reason of this." "Well, I'll have you know it's impossible for Talos to ascend to godhood. There are only Eight gods." "Don't you mean seven?" "Huh?" "Arkay was a man before becoming a god." "Well, I guess I never really took that into account..." "Talos is mighty!" Yelled one of the Legionnaries. All the Imperial Soldiers charged. Helvir cut several Thalmor down before coming face to face with a warrior. "Come at me, Nord." He sneered. "You know mer are superior to men." "In your Low Elven Dreams!" Helvir charged. He swept upward, missed, then slashed the elf in the shin. "FUCK!" Swore the elf. He landed on his face. Helvir dug his sword into the elf's back. The Elf was screaming in pain, but Helvir had moved on, so he couldn't hear him.
Post by simonstormcloak on Jun 22, 2012 16:09:01 GMT -5
Fort Greenwall, 17th Last Seed, 4E401. Helvir stoked the flames and turned to his friend Jorvar. "It's a really cold night." "What did you expect?" Said Jorvar. "It is Skyrim, after all." "I guess so. But somehow, this fire isn't warm enough." "Maybe it's burning out. Want me to go get some wood?" "Sure, maybe that'll help." Jorvar grabbed an axe from his tent and went into the woods. A few minutes later, he came back with two logs. "Hey, Helvir?" "Yes?" "The men you kill... Do they haunt you?" "Well..." "I mean, only a beast kills without feeling, right?" "I guess. But if we didn't kill them, they would've killed us." "They say you get used to it after a while. I don't know if that's good or not." "Who knows, really..." Jorvar was cut off by a horn blowing. "Imperials." Said Helvir. He grabbed his Waraxe and ran to the gate. Jorvar stumbled to grab his Warhammer and sprinted to the south flank. Imperials were coming out of the forest on horseback. They were led by a huge Legionnary in heavy armor. The general stood at the gate of the fort. "Helvir, get to the Northeast turret! Falin, Right flank! Hvelga, guard the front gate with Nura and Hvort! I will be at the front with Aelvan and Jorvar! Droth and Vulan, I need you to make sure nobody enters through the back! The rest of you, Defensive Formation!" The Imperials charged on horseback. Helvir readied his bow. Remember training, he thought. One second, find a target. He locked on to a Legionnary staying behind with a few others. Two seconds, take aim. He made sure not to break his line of sight. Three seconds, draw. He drew his bow and focused. Four seconds, Hold your breath. He did so, helping him concentrate. Five, Fire. It hit the target straight in the neck. The Legionnary fell off his horse and bled out quick. Helvir then noticed that the enemy was almost breaking through the main entrance. Hvort was already down, and Nura needed some help. Helvir jumped down from his position and drew his axe. He swung and hit an Imperial in the chest, spun around, dodged a sword attack, disarmed one, then chucked a dagger at another, using the disarmed Imperial as a human shield, being pelted by arrows. He threw down the body and grabbed an Imperial's arm. He punched the Imperial in the face, kneed him and then broke his neck. Jorvar wasn't having nearly as much fun. He swung at an Imperial, missed, hit the wall and broke his Hammer. He reacted by smashing that Imperial's head in the wall. One crept up behind him, a fatal mistake. Jorvar twisted the man's wrist and plunged a dagger into his eye. Aelvan fought off several Imperials before being cut down, and the general had gone to fight at the back gate with Droth, as Vulan had been killed. The fight went on for several hours, and by the time the battle was over, only Falin, Nura, Jorvar, Helvir and the General were left standing. And the survivors also had tremendous wounds. Falin had lost an eye, Nura was out cold, Jorvar had a large cut on his back and the general was near death. Helvir seemed to be the only one unwounded. Afterwards, Nura was resting in the tents, Jorvar was writing a letter home, the General was planning, and Falin and Helvir took a walk. 'Dear Helena,' Jorvar wrote. 'I have been in the Rift for two months, now. The weather is cold as always, and the Imperials are relentless in trying to take Riften. Jarl Ulfric has promised reinforcements, but that was two weeks ago. We were attacked today, and the results were devastating. I've been here so long, I've forgotten what day it is. Morndas, right? seventeenth of last seed, fourth era, two-hundred and one. I wonder how we've managed to survive this long. I hope this war is over soon. Don't we all? Maybe I should retire. But I can't for that would be much too cowardly. You Bretons don't know courage like Nords. I'm running low on ink, so I must finish. I love you, -Jorvar.' Jorvar finished his letter just as his quill ran out of ink. Meanwhile, Falin and Helvir were having a discussion in the barracks. "A courier told me that Ulfric was captured." Falin said. "The Jarl? How?" "Exactly. That's where it gets weird. He was near Darkwater Crossing when a bunch of Imperials jumped out of the woods and ambushed him." "How is that weird?" "Well, General Tullius led the attack..." "Tullius! That scoundrel..." "Also, Ulfric gave up without a fight." "What? How Cowardly of him! I hope he had good reason." "Oh but he did. He was greatly outnumbered, and he knew he wouldn't win." "So much for his 'Death or Glory' reputation." "Yes, but now it gets very strange. The courier told me that a dragon attacked and destroyed the town." "A... Dragon? That can't be! Are you sure the courier wasn't-" "Drunk? Yes. I asked him. He said he'd been dry for three days." "Did Ulfric escape?" "Fortunately, yes." "Well, that's... Crazy." "Of course it is! But we shouldn't tell anyone until it's confirmed." "We should sleep now. Hopefully there won't be an attack tomorrow." Falin and Helvir went to their bedrolls. Tomorrow should be better, Helvir thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Rift Imperial Camp, 18th of Last Seed, 4E201. Legate Fasendil woke up to the smell of Roasted Rabbit. "Mmmm... Rabbit?" The missionary Draconius answered. "Nah, Venison." "Hmm? All the way out here in the Rift?" "Yeah. We found a whole bunch of 'em in the forest. Turns out, the Rift isn't all swampy marshland. Look around, and you see a lot of trees." "Well..." Fasendil grunted and got up. "I've never really got to explore much, with all the raids and stuff." Fasendil pulled his cuirass over his shirt, and put on his boots, bracers and greaves. "You know what I've noticed, Draco?" "Yeah?" "Our armor doesn't have pauldrons. Have you noticed that?" "Well, our soldiers in Morrowind have pauldrons..." "Yeah, same in the Imperial City. But here? Like, seriously. With Nordic armor, your arms are always exposed. Yet nobody seems to care." "It's kept us alive so far, right Commander?" "I guess. But last night's raid didn't go too well." "You've got to admit, they're really tough." "Definitely. Sometimes I wish I was on their side." Draconius was appalled. "Fasendil! How could you say that?" "I can say it because..." He paused, then looked up. "Because I hate the Thalmor." "Don't we all?" "It's not just that. This Empire is a puppet. A puppet of a stupid Dominion from a stupid Province that hails a stupid race." "Commander, you're a-" "High Elf? An Altmer? You think I don't know this? You think I want to be a stupid f**king ELF? I want to be a Nord, an Imperial, even a Gods-Damned Breton! I do NOT hold with the Dominion's Ideals. I do NOT support them at all! I hate this stupid Empire, this damn puppet of the Thalmor! I may be an Elf, but at heart, I'm a Stormcloak!" The whole camp was staring in awe at Fasendil's sudden outburst. It wasn't everyday a High Elf Legionnary hates the Dominion and likes the Stormcloaks. After a long moment of silence, Draco laughed. "You can't be- Hehe-serious, right Fasendil?" "You don't think I'm serious?" He said. He went into his tent, and came out a few moments later with an Amulet of Talos. "Oh yeah," He said. "I'm serious."
*** Fort Greenwall, Noon. Helvir was getting tired. The only exciting he'd seen all day was a Bear chase a Rabbit. The Rabbit got away, and Falin killed the bear and took it's pelt. Before he decided to doze off, Nura, who was reading a book, looked up and shouted; "Helvir, look!" Helvir stumbled for his bow. "What is it? A Troll?" "No. A horse!" "What in Oblivion..." It was a gigantic convoy of Imperials. Led by General Tullius. "Oh no... Everyone out! Imperials!" The general rushed out of his tent with his enchanted battleaxe. Falin and Jorvar came out of the fort. "Everyone up to the gate!" Said the General. "Oh gods..." "By the Nine!" The convoy was composed by eight carriages full of soldiers, not to mention about fifty men on horseback. With them were about thirty Alik'r warriors. Also, there were about sixty Dunmer. Beside General Tullius was the High Elf Legate, Fasendil. And on the other side was Legate Rikke, with a smile on her face. The General stepped forward. "Well, well. General Tullius. No reason to send the whole legion on us." "That's not what we're here for. Ulfric?" Ulfric Stormcloak stepped out from behind Tullius, dressed in full battle armor. The Stormcloaks at the fort also noticed that some of the Imperial Soldiers that were in the carts and on the horses were fellow Stormcloaks. "Do not worry, friends. I'll explain it all on the carriage."
*** Now, are you wondering why Ulfric is suddenly with the Legion? I bet you are. And I bet you've figured it out already. Fasendil, by now a huge Stormcloak sympathizer, had rallied Imperial Legates to have a council meeting with General Tullius. Over the course of a few weeks, the Legates swayed him, and so Tullius pleaded his case to the Emperor. Titus said that he couldn't send Legion troops from Cyrodill, and that Skyrim had to make do on it's own. General Tullius then seeked help from Hammerfell, who happily agreed to send troops to fight the Dominion. The Tribunal in Morrowind took a little persuasion, but eventually they agreed. Now, Skyrim was ready to eradicate the Aldmeri Dominion. *** "Fellow Nords, Imperials, Dunmer, Redguards. We are gathered here today to fight an evil. An evil worse than Jagar Tharn, worse than Mehrunes Dagon, worse than the God Alduin himself! We fight an evil called the Aldmeri Dominion. "These Altmer, these stupid, snobby Thalmor, they think they're so much better than us. Today we will prove them wrong! "It has been thirty years ago today, that we went to war with this evil. But we were caught off guard, and so we must not do so again! And so on this thirtieth of Frostfall, Fourth Era Two Hundred and one, we go to war again! My friends, WELCOME TO THE SECOND GREAT WAR!" The crowd cheered at Ulfric's speech. Over five thousand warriors, fighting for their freedom. Beside Ulfric was the King of Morrowind, Helseth Hlaalu. Along with them was an ambassador from Hammerfell. General Tullius was beside Ulfric, with Legate Rikke at his side. On the other side of Ulfric was Galmar Stone-Fist. The army had assembled in front of the Thalmor Embassy, with their swords drawn. A Thalmor General came out of the Embassy. "By the Eight..." "The NINE, you mean. Right?" Said Ulfric. "What in Oblivion is going on?" "This." said Tullius. He drew his bow, shot, and hit the Thalmor Soldier straight in the eye. It was the first shot of the Aldmeri War.
Post by simonstormcloak on Jun 7, 2012 21:49:34 GMT -5
When I was a child back in Elinhir, my father told me tales about Tiber Septim, or as he called him, Ysmir, and how he conquered Tamriel with his voice. I knew that Tiber Septim was the first Emperor, and that he ascended into godhood, but I never really understood that part about the voice, or as father called it, a Thu'um. Now I did.
It came out of nowhere, flew across the mountains and landed on the tower. "Sentries, what do you see?" Said the Captain. Everyone drew their swords. One Imperial cut a Stormcloak's binding loose and gave him a spare sword. "DRAGON!" One of the Stormcloaks yelled. The headsman was so suprised he fell down. He got back up, but then the dragon yelled, "Yol Toor...SHUUUUUUUL!" Breathing fire on the 'Shuul'. The headsman fell down. It shouted something else, but I couldn't figure out what it said. Flaming rocks fell from the sky, and a pile of wood fell on me. "Guards, get the townspeople to-" General Tullius shouted before the Dragon killed his horse and made him fall down. Suddenly, the wood was lifted off of me. "Hey, Kinsman! Get up! Come on, the gods won't give us another chance!" Ralof the Stormcloak pulled me up, and dragged me, half-conscious, towards the tower. Once we were in, Ralof closed the door, and before me stood Ulfric Stormcloak, Ungagged. I noticed he had a beard, which made him look older. "Jarl Ulfric," Ralof said, "What is that thing? Could the legends be true?" Ulfric responded with a more brave tone. "Legends don't burn down villages." Such heroic words yet so little time. "We've got to move. Now!" Ulfric shouted over the sound of destruction. "Let's go! Up through the tower!" Ralof said to me. We ran up the stairs and found another Stormcloak, saying "We just need to move some of these rocks to clear the-" The wall burst open and the dragon shouted "Yol Toor Shuuuuuuul!" On 'Shuul', a gout of flames came out of his head. Ralof tumbled down the stairs. The dragon flew away and Ralof came back up the stairs. Pointing to the hole in the wall, he said "See that Inn on the other side? Jump through the roof and keep going!" "Jump through the wall? Are you crazy?" "Go! We'll follow when we can!" I grunted and jumped through the wall and into the Inn. It was an amazing feat. Im alive, I thought. Then I saw the blood on my leg. Oh gods... I broke my right leg. I limped downstairs and saw the friendly Nord Imperial (Hadvar, was it?) trying to get the child Haming to take cover. On the ground lay Torolf, bloody and defeated. "Haming, you need to get over here, NOW!" Haming finally listened to Hadvar and took cover behind the broken house with him. Just in time, for the Dragon had landed and yelled 'Yol Toor Shuul'. "Oh gods, everyone get back!" I took notice that there was an old man in Iron Armor with Hadvar and Haming. The fire from the Dragon killed poor Torolf. "Gunnar, take care of the boy!" said Hadvar. "I need to find General Tullius and join the defense!" "Gods guide you, Hadvar." Said the Old Man. "Still alive, prisoner?" Said Hadvar. "Stick close to me if you want to stay that way!" We ran past Torolf's corpse, behind a house. "Stick close to the wall!" At that moment, the Dragon pegged one of his wings into the ground and burned an Imperial Soldier. The Dragon flew away and we ran to the gate. General Tullius was leading the defence. I saw Vilod and Ingrid on the ground, but not dead. Thank the Gods for that. Tullius yelled at Hadvar, "Into the keep, soldier! We're leaving!" "It's just you and me, prisoner. Keep moving!" "I don't think so." said a voice from behind me. Ulfric Stormcloak stood, axe in hand and covered in blood. "Follow me, Torgen." I immediately complied. I ran with Ulfric down into the keep, and I met with Ralof and another Stormcloak. "Jarl Ulfric," I said. "How do you know my name?" "Well," he replied. "When I was in the legion, I-" Just then, the top of the keep collapsed and rubble covered both doors. "Shor's bones..." Ulfric took his axe and sawed off my bindings. Ralof handed me a sword. "Here. Gunjar, follow me. Jarl Stormcloak, lead the way!" Ulfric led us to the gate, where Imperials where fighting the Dragon. He told us to stand back and he yelled; "Fus... RO DAH!!!" He blasted the gate down while the soldiers ran for cover. "What was that?" said Tullius. "The Thu'um. A blessing of Talos." replied Ulfric. "You stupid Nord... TALOS DOES NOT EXIST!" Me and the Stormcloaks ran through to gates and ran for our lives. Once we had run a fair distance, I turned around and saw Helgen, by now a smoking pile of rubble. The Dragon flew away and I turned to Ulfric. "Where to?" "You should go to Riverwood with Ralof. I'm returning to Windhelm with Gunjar to make sure everything's alright." "Okay. Let's go." Me and Ralof traveled along the ruined road. "That was some creature," he said. "I wonder if Hadvar made it." "Maybe." Come to think, I hadn't seen Hadvar since he told me to come along. He might have been killed by the Dragon, but I wasn't sure. "Maybe the dragon killed Tullius." "That would be a blessing. But I think that he probably escaped." We ran along, talking about life and such matters. By nightfall, we were about halfway along the road, roasting some rabbit in a campfire. Ralof told stories about Draugr, undead nords who killed anyone they saw. I told him about growing up in Elinhir, and how I came to Skyrim. "You came home." he said. "Just because I'm a Nord doesn't mean I can't be from Skyrim." "Where's your family from?" "All over Tamriel. We originate in High Rock, but then my early ancestors traveled to Morrowind, then Skyrim, that's where my Nord heritage starts, and lived in Valenwood for a short time. My Great-Grandparents lived in Summerset Isles until the end of the Oblivion Crisis. Afterwords, they moved to Hammerfell, where they started a family in Dragonstar. My mother moved to Elinhir when she was a young woman. There she met my father, a miner from Skyrim. I lived in Elinhir until now. I have no contact with my family and I can't risk to go across the borders again." "A family of Nomads, eh?" Ralof said. "My family doesn't have much history. We originate from Markarth, but most of my family is from Riverwood. I grew up there with my sister Gerdur. Hadvar was one of my best friends, you know? Until after the great war. When I joined the Stormcloaks and he went Imperial, things changed. We became rivals. A house divided can not stand. Mark my words, some day the war will end. Which side will win, I do not know. Nor do I know if I will survive. I just hope that we can bring this conflict to an end. I don't want to lose the empire, but I don't want it to be a puppet of the thalmor." I nodded in agreement and took another swig of mead. "Elves really aren't that bad. My best friend in Elinhir was a Bosmer, and occasionally I got to see my Altmer friend in Sentinel." "Why do you call them 'Bosmer' and 'Altmer'? Why not refer to them by their common name? Wood Elves and High Elves. It's much easier." "When you live in Hammerfell, you learn that using correct terms for names really helps. A Bosmer may take offense at being called a 'Wood-Elf', so we natives refer to them by their true name." "It's almost eleven. We should get some sleep if we want to make it to Riverwood tomorrow.
Post by simonstormcloak on Jun 7, 2012 21:09:49 GMT -5
Yeah, so... The Earth connecting to Skyrim idea didn't really work out. I mean, as much as I love skeptical Irish people, it's an idea I need to can. So now, I'll be focusing on the Last Dragonborn, which seems pretty nice to me. PEACE OUT! :-)