Why I Shot Him in the Face
As an adventurer, i have endeavored to serve both skyrim and the people of whiterun in the months since arriving on your frozen shores.
Gnoll Brigand: The Adventure (Prologue I)
Many tales you've heard follow the lives of subservient warriors who serve their masters by slaying their enemies, or the masters who have all of their riches in a massive stone keep, whose servants believe themselves to be free while they serve.
Ghostbin
serves as abi's introduction.
Cell A114 (Chapter 3)
Tee was happy to serve greg and insisted he remain being served by him because the rest of the servers took his presence badly. the wolf was so interested in him that after a while he left his post to sit at greg's table as he ate.
Lake Krystalvasser - Part One
The contrast served to remind the bull why he forsook the latter in the favour of the former, how the country could never compare with the city.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 17
Seshi was the name of the swordbearer who had served under molokhn. he served besegrare now, and was eternally grateful. he was a timid wolf, and his time serving besegrare's predecessor had been a stressful one.
Ocean Depths part 16
They were natives, if history served correctly. beings that lived off the earth and only advanced as far as they needed to survive. but once the settlers came everything changed for the better and worst.
A Biography of a Human: Eclipse
I shall serve you as i have done with great aha'hor!" followed by a chorus of more allegiances of loyalty in a wave that blew my fears away.
The Autumn Wood, When two spirits meet
I served everyone and only my mother thanked me. then, i served myself what remained of the food and sat down at the table at last.
Vast, Our World and Our Resolve - Prologue
The sixty-year-old woman was no stranger to the visceral fight-or-flight response that was taking effect, having served numerous tours in no fewer than four anti-insurgency wars, at times on the ground alongside the men and women she commanded.
The Ultimate Prey
Eyes peering onto the grey sky and dark woods, the puffy snow still drifting lazily onto my pelt, i saw a small copse of trees that would serve well to give me my coffee break.
Seeds of a Glowing Ember - 01
"how may i serve you?" "you have heard of my husband?" the countess asked. "my condolences," the priest said automatically, and then he added, "i hear he died of a broken heart from the passing of your son."