Stable Boy (2)
He'd met enough nords in his voyages and back home to know how they usually behaved about these things. it wasn't even like he was the only khajiitt in all of skyrim.
The Goddamned Dovahkiin
Only extenuating circumstances had let her pass through the gate that first time; nothing sort of dragons attacking was justifiable to these racists nords.
A Well-cumming Into the Tribe
You looked forward to seeing less nords here, and more civilised people. right now you were in the mountain range of cyrodiil - on the outskirts, and you spotted a tent in the distance.
For the Stormcloaks!
Something that never appeased the soul of the non-nords within its walls. whether you were an argonian or dark-elf, you lived with the constant sensation of cold creeping around.
Swift Justice
The poor argonian can do little to block or even dodge any of the attacks as the nord's attacks. blow after blow connects with his scaled stomach as garl shoves his opponent up against one of the bulkheads.
Adventures Of Dorrin 03
"skyrim is for the nords!" the bearded man shouted. "for the nords!" echoed a small group nearby.
Skyrim, Arga's Story: Chapter 2: The Depths of Darkwater
There were three hunched over creatures, paler even than the nords, and carrying cruel, curved blades that were black as the night.
Not That Quiet
He could feel this nord's erection throbbing against his rear. even through their clothes, the feline could feel the man's size as it sawed in between his cheeks.
The Secrets of Solstheim: Beginning of the Pack
It had to be skaal, the village that the nords had established here on the island.
Skyrim, Arga's Story: Chapter 1: Arrival
They barely glanced at him before going back to their conversation, something about the nords and the jarl. they were quiet enough that he couldn't get more out of them than that.
The Lusty Argonian Shade
But skyrim was full of nords, and she'd be in whiterun by daybreak.
“Wabbajack The Cat” A Story inspired by Elder Scroll’s IV: Oblivion
Mud-scales sighed and expected it to be the end, for the last thing he saw as he closed his eyes was the glint of the nord's sword being drawn from its sheath, but suddenly out of nowhere he herd a familiar voice say, "bad nords!