ArteRegret

"No, this one is tired of how you all handle him." I growled between my teeth at Delvin, who was trying desperately to keep me from leaving by blocking the exit from the Ragged Flagon."Mate, look. We all know you 'aven't been treated the way you ought have been, but we know now. C'mon. give it a chance." he was pleading."Oh let him go, Delvin. We don't need the unwilling fluff ball leading us if he doesn't want to." i grit my teeth and hissed from Vex's words."You see? Nothing will change. This one sees that and understands." i turned on my heel and barged through the hidden cabinet in the back, shoving open the door into the cistern. Bryn...

"There is absolutely no way you fought a spriggan. I couldnt fathom you surviving a run in with them." Hadvar laughs at my acclimation."No! I absolutely did. Theres so many in Valenwood, you wouldnt believe it." I stubbornly glare at him and walk ahead."So wait." His tone turns serious for a moment. "You lived in Valenwood?""Yeah. What would make you think different?""You said, back before the execution, to send your remains to Cyrodiil, not to Valenwood." It suddenly dawns on me and i hesitate before talking again."I lived in Valenwood before. My Da was a wood elf and met my mom when she was a traveller there. She was visiting from Cyrodi...

My face was met with the snow harshly, the cold wearing on my already sore body from Dagon's torture."Here," his voice boomed around me as i stood up and looked at his shrine, a stone figure of his form sitting above a door, massive and not near as terrifying as the real prince. "Your final task before i relenquish you to cause disaster to this world. Consider my razor a gift." I now noticed the two other men standing opposite the alter from me, both looking as if they were looking at a rabid wolf. "Kill the two and ill release you from my hold." I felt his words ring in my mind and dove for the razor floating above the alter, the moment m...

Hadvar stares me down for a minute, going from the sword in my hand to my uncommon stance. "Well, I guess that will work." he suppresses a chuckle and walks forward to the door, pulling on the chain that lifts the gate."What do you mean by you 'guess that will work'?" we start roaming down the hallway that stops at another gate. "Is it that bad?""Well, I'd venture to guess you've never used a sword in your life. would I be right?" I shy away and glare his direction. "Ahh. See there? I'd be right." he giggles and stops, his attention directed through the gate. with a lower voice he speaks towards me "There are Stormcloaks in there; stay beh...

Walking into Skyrim was the most degrading thing ive done with my life. Sure, if i had walked in as one of the Justiciars taking my place amongst my ranks, i would have been more than thrilled to be here. Being as i was a prisoner of the people instead, being taken up to Elenwen was not an enjoyable time. Sitting in her solar in prisoner garbs as she looked down, perching on her desk."Cindanwe, you know you're one of my dearest friends, but my hands are tied. The head emissary has the orders that you are to be exiled under surveillance. The best i can offer is a station with one of our Justiciars." she sympathetically crouched in front of ...