The Shadow Out of Blackmarsh
Of blackmarsh.
The Mixing of Blood
Lissen was back at their hidden den in the blackmarsh, the rest of their offspring with her. letne was their oldest and he'd been having luck with the girls of the nearby village.
Introducing Espiona
Because i already went to blackmarsh and they said they haven't slightest idea where it came from. i've heard every excuse from hist mutation to branded by sithis. if you want to take a stab at it, be my guest.
Omnipocalypse: Sithist's Corrupt Champion
He was a fucking argonian and this was the fucking blackmarsh. he had literally just hatched from an egg! the crud he'd washed off of his face was the goo from inside his own egg. dammit, what was it that baby argonians ate? sap?
Night of the Wereotters
The blackmarsh wasn't a good place to spend the night for those with a vivid imagination; the trees were old and gnarly, foxfires would lure travellers into the swamps as if guided by an icy, malevolent consciousness.
ShadowScale: A love story
The blackmarsh branch of the dark brotherhood values these argonians greatly and believes these argonians are born closer to sithis then any other race/sign combination.
Keema's Adventure: Olfrid Battleborn
Although she felt a sort of kinship with him now, like athis was her brother of sorts, she certainly did remind her of his brother back in blackmarsh at least.
Overcasting 3: Chapter 2
Distance from blackmarsh indeed! i..." quill grumbled and scoffed but the attempt at outrage weakened every moment she thought it over. " okay, i get the distance thing. maybe.
A Voluptuous Lizard's Adventures in Skyrim: Corrupt Dragonborns
No matter, she'll just have to get rid of them, she had a bit of experience fighting off bandits when she was in blackmarsh, this was going to be no different. "told me she's waiting for me... they never wait... that child isn't mine..."
Autumn Hours
How i wished i could go with her to blackmarsh. but now was not a time for regrets. now was a time to make egglets. i withdrew and plunged in again - and withdrew a third time, only to sink deep and feel her contract, and make slick my belly.
Part 1: The Naming Ceremony
"I remember the day I was named," the Argonian said. His face, stained with red-like-blood, stared into the hearth. His amber-brown eyes caught the glimmer of the flame. "I only remember it because I was taken from my home before my tribe could name...
Keema's Adventure: Silver-Blood Mercenaries
"we should go to blackmarsh sometime... ngh... get ourselves to an argonian brothel...! shit... i don't even know if there are argonians like this hot bitch!" atar said as he and his men pulverized her and breaking her mind with their cocks.