Inhuman | Chapter 09: The Village Council [old edition]

Said the rat elder, sounding stern. 'uh - of course -' began sean tediously. 'this plan is too dangerous,' objected another elder, a brown-spotted hare with drooping ears and saggy jowls from the other end of the table.

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“J’Dash and The Child of Darkness” A Story Inspired by Elder Scroll’s IV: Oblivion

**"j'dash and the child of darkness"** **a story inspired by elder scroll's iv: oblivion** out in the open dry grass planes of what looks like elsweyr, a khajiit dressed in a noblemen's green and blue silk outfit with gold trim was running as fast as

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The Hero of Kvatch - A Prequel Fanfiction

(A fanfic of a fanfic - yeah. I know. Stupid brain made me write this after my first playthough of Oblivion. I blame Kaz.) Dearest Kitten, Your mother wrote to me and told me about your plans to join the Imperial Legion. You've always told me how...

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Dragon Tri-Lover (preview)

"good morning elder," talon rumbled his greeting to her. "is it ready?" now that i think of it, i didn't know what was the elder's true name was. i only knew her as 'elder', hrm; maybe i would ask her one day.

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Skyrim Dragonhearth

This is my first time writing a story and posting it online. I consider myself to be quite a novice when it comes to writing. I hope you enjoy the story and I would appreciate any critique you can offer. ** Skyrim Dragonhearth part 1** My father has...

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The Assassin's Dark Tales-Chapter II: Virgin Taste

#3 of elder scrolls after sneaking from the sewer at dusk, swift-knife swam through the gutters, out of the city, and soon enough stumbled into a camp of bandits nearby.

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Anequina

**Anequina:** **The Merchant Kingdom** "You speak of Anequina with such an interesting view! Yes, this one is from Anequina. Beautiful kingdom too. This one thinks you have never been there to call it a desert." - Keirgo ...

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The Asassin's Dark Tales-Chapter VI: Snake in a Crate

#7 of elder scrolls sitting in an abandoned shack built in the poor water districts of the imperial city, swift-knife sat quietly, his cloak over his head as he dipped his claw into the mutilated body of a dunmer who use to work in the imperial trading

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