Part 3: The Arena Blademaster
But even then, nobody acted as though there was anything wrong with the dark elves keeping saxhleel prisoners. fleet had previously taught bloodies a word to describe this. it was 'unfair'.
The Elder Scrolls: Foxfall, Fruitfall - Vol. 1 of 4
Translated here from jel, the tongue of the saxhleel. context places the origin of these carvings somewhere between 3e 428 and 3e 432._ volume 1 ~ ~ ~ the lizard-folk are fruit. fruit of the hist trees.
A Saxhleel Story: Prelude
#1 of a saxhleel story a prelude to ej's life story it was a typical night in the marsh. the two moons hung brightly in the sky illuminating a small rain soaked village. the native lizard folk milled around, going about their typical nightly routines.
Part 1: The Naming Ceremony
The red-eyed not-saxhleel then had a white toothy smile. that was the last thing the hatchling remembered: the red eyes and the white smile.
A Saxhleel Story: prologue
The night was warm, and a light breeze rustled through the branches. The moons shone bright in the night sky. The torches around the village crackled. It was (almost) a night like any other in the marshes, but something was amiss, something not quite...
Part 2: His Bloody Face
_'You were taken by Dres slavers when you were young?_' The Argonian nodded to the question. He sat down at the small table and took a sip from his goblet. _'Did you ever return to your home?'_ 'Not for a long time,' he replied as he put the goblet...