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The Spirit of Skyrim, Chapter 1“We don’t separate.” At first I couldn’t tell which of us said it, and it took a moment to process that the words had come from both of us simultaneously. While Brother said it through a bite of his teeth, his voice equal parts feral growl and superior snarl, I felt the edge of panic in my own.The Spirit of Skyrim, Chapter 1 by Alice-in-Black
Our journey to Windhelm took weeks, and not for the distance. Of course we’d planned to join the Stormcloaks long ago, but every step we took eastward came with an impulse to hold off the inevitable. Every distraction pursued, every ruin explored, and every mundane task a passerby might ask of us completed. A year and a half passed since defeating Alduin, and we’d been across Skyrim and back, up mountains and down caverns. The word ‘responsibility’ removed itself from our minds, and together Brother and I fell into a blissful existence of excitement and freedom. The most we did was stop in to Dawnstar every now and again to visit Brother’s ot
The Spirit of Skyrim, PrologueKarliah and KynvindThe Spirit of Skyrim, Prologue by Alice-in-Black
“The Bal Molagmer,” Karliah whispered. “Too long, the legend has been forgotten. And now it begins again, in earnest.” Hands wrapped in velvet gloves traced the lines of crumbling mortar between broken blocks of slate. This building, like all the others in the Gray Quarter, could barely even protect against the harsh elements. There was so much work to be done.
“It’s a Dunmeri tradition,” Kynvind added approvingly. Bright blue eyes sparkled at the possibilities, at the destiny they would carve for themselves and the lives they would change. “It seems right that we put ourselves to work here. Riften has the guild proper. But we have a much higher calling.”
“The ends shall justify our means.”
“Our cause is righteous. Our methods are... not important,” Kynvind agreed. “I just know, I’ve never been so glad to be home.”
They stood in silence for a few minutes, mulling o
Child of Skyrim, Day 48Child of Skyrim, Day 48 by Jasmo
Bitter cold snapped my eyes open and made my body scramble to stand. Before I even knew where I was I casted a fire cloak to combat the snow and wind.
"Alduin mahlaan," a chorus of deep voices sang, startling me even more than the snow did. I looked up around, my heart stopping in its place when my eyes fell on the rocks around me: dragons. They raised their heads to the sky and opened their wings as they spoke.
"Sahrot thur qahnaraan." A dragon on the highest peak in front of me said, all of the dragons looking at him. I did not know what he said or what was going on, it felt like some sort of ceremony.
"Alduin mahlaan," the rest of the dragons repeated as the one took flight
Child of Skyrim, Day 46Child of Skyrim, Day 46 by Jasmo
We woke early and rode out early, taking only a light breakfast. Our horses were well rested, fed and watered, as promised, and trotted along happily all the way to Ivarstead-
"Someone do something!" a panicked voice shouted. We were about to turn our horses to cross the bridge when a blue-grey dragon swooped over the village, setting my heart racing and Meeko growling loudly.
"Everyone inside!" I yelled at them and galloped to the mill where the dragon landed.
"What about fire?" a guard called.
"I'll put it out!" I shouted back, "Now get everyone inside!"