Chapter One

There once was a land of mountains and evergreen trees that stretched so high, you would think they were touching Mundus itself. There wasn’t a place in all of Nirn that had snowfall so abundantly. The land’s name was Skyrim, and she was situated in between High Rock’s crags in the west and Morrowind’s volcano in the east. To the south, Skyrim was separated from the imperial seat of Cyrodiil only by the Jerall Mountains. Beneath the mountains was a cave system appropriately named the Serpent’s Trail which eventually emerged on the northern side of the mountain range to a path called the Pale Pass. Savis Indoril covered his head as he ducked below the cave exit, finally having arrived at the Pale Pass two days after leaving Bruma.

Update

I’ve currently got the first few chapters of The Blessing of Akatosh planned out. I’m just really slow at writing as I want to choose my words carefully to convey what’s important.

I also started on the 28 Days of Character Development prompts, but some of those will have to come later as they contain spoilers. I’ll post the ones I can post now though, so they may be out of order. Which I mean, isn’t a big deal.

Anyways! That’s all!

Prologue

Savis’s clammy hands trembled. His forehead was dotted with tiny beads of sweat. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. What was he doing?!

He examined the jewelry box once more, but still could find nothing peculiar about it. It was crafted with dark wood, possibly walnut. He lifted the ornate lid; inside was no different, just a hollowed-out box. There were four tiny pegs on the bottom. Maybe he needed better lighting.

Update

Hey, guys!

I hope everyone is doing alright!

I had stopped writing a while back because I was running an Elder Scrolls Online guild and it was eating up too much of my time.

Unfortunately, I can’t even find the notes for the story I was working on, which is okay because I didn’t plan it very well in the first place.

Keeping with the theme of this blog, I’ve decided to scrap the crappy story I had started and rewrite one that’s been planned out and isn’t me mostly fumbling around in the dark.

That’s soon to come! Stay safe! God bless!

Chapter Eight: Mercer’s Plan

It took them a day to finally return to Whiterun and after staying at the inn, they journeyed forth with the sun at their sides. They passed by the Loreius farm, but by this time, the carriage had long since been removed. The guard, however, still patrolled the road for potential bandits. When Sattilde and Brynjolf passed by the gravel farm road, Sattilde took a quick glimpse at the farmhouse on the hill.

Chapter Seven: Gallus’s Journal

“Was it strange?” Sattilde held Brynjolf’s arm over her shoulder, helping him to walk the road to Winterhold.

“Was what strange, lass?” He winced.

“Seeing Karliah again.”

Chapter Six: Where the End Began

“I’m answering your summons.” intimidated, Sattilde took another step back. “You call me Dragonborn.” the robed monk put his hands in his sleeves, “What does that mean?”

“First, let us see if you truly are Dragonborn. Let us taste of your Voice.”

“Taste… my Voice?”

“Yes, use your thu’um against me.” the old man bowed.

Chapter Five: Scoundrel’s Folly

The road started off similar the way it had a couple of days ago, without the Alik’r warriors, and with more wolves which were swiftly dealt with by Sattilde. She rested at Ivarstead once more and made it unharmed to Whiterun by the evening.

Chapter Four: I Will Come Back

The road back to Riften seemed to drag on for what felt like a week. Sattilde’s thoughts were preoccupied with what she would tell Brynjolf, and whether or not she should reveal her ability to use the thu’um.

Chapter Three: I Can’t Believe It! You’re…

Sattilde entered the meadery, greeted by a man cleaning his blade of blood, with two dead skeevers on the floor. She closed the door behind her, to let him know she had arrived. In front of her, a wooden counter stretched across the room with three stools for those that wanted to sample mead. Against the wall behind it were shelves of bottles of mead for tasting. At the left were several kegs to sample the different varieties available. At the right, where Sabjorn had just finished killing some of the aforementioned pests, she could see barrels upon barrels of mead ready to be transported to buyers across Skyrim.