The spark
Folcwine and S'fara chatted happily as they walked the road to Whiterun 'I like it, it's something every true Nord should aspire to wear!' 'What? A dead bear?' scoffed S'fara 'It's the uniform of an officer in the Stormcloak army!...
Tales of Victory... and Embarrassment
nords and their obsession with a glorious death. didn’t anyone want just a normal death these days? “where is your friend anyhow? this would be a tale best spoke from his lips!” “uuurrrgghhhh….”
Shadow of the Clouds Prologue
Shadow of the clouds Prologue It was late march, snow fell on the upper slopes of Mount Hokai, the lower slpoes were clad in a cold og. Blades clinked together in time to the relentless march of the guard, the scarlet and viridian banner of the...
The Argonian Chronicles: Rising of a Storm Part 2
The Argonian Chronicles Rising of a Storm Part Two Dian "Quick, into the keep," Hodvar said. He pushed open the door and I dove in, skidding on the cobblestone floor. Hodvar followed quickly after. Flames filled the doorway as Hodvar tried to close...
Chimerical 101
“aren't you nords the seafaring people?" “only when we aren't being oppressed by you imperials… so no, not really." fjorn grins. “i don't appreciate you pointing out my condition." nish remarks. “what condition? being an imperial?"
Love Across Skyrim part 2
The aged nord's voice rose, the metal that was in his hand now resting in the fire, "do we mean nothing to you now!?!" "i wasn't at the battered mare!" fjoel interjected, "i was with head of a caravan securing a purchase of our dyes!"
Slutcat and Sworddog #27
Slutcat said, fully expecting these old men to be as racist as the nords below. "naked," he corrected her. "oh. well, hey. a girl's gotta show off a little, you know?
The Life of Arga 2: Dangerous Passage
At least four obvious ship captains, two of them nords, one of them a redguard, the third one a khajiit.
Walking Dead
Heracles huffed as he retrieved his spear and a few coins from the nords by his feet. "i admit i was expecting more of a challenge." talrikir searched through the small camp in the front room.
TES ADVENTURE: Elseweyr: Prelude
I look away trying not to smile or blush, wouldn't be very nordly of me to let her see me all oogly.
Sabhira's Daughter #40
Mead is on special tonight, and bahriba is our bard for the evening," ashasha called out as a few nords filed in. "who's on table duty tonight, bahriba?" "dahlavi, but she's not feeling well ashasha." "table duty?"
Self Defense
"skyrim belongs to the nords, not you, boots!" he swung, and i responded. my forearm shot up and twisted the truncheon out of the way, and i grabbed his chest.