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To Become a Villain... A pair of blazing amber eyes watched over the frozen, dead land that was Skyrim. A pair of ashen hands perched upon a stone railing, long, claw-like nails drumming along it as the figure watched the crimson hued world. She had enough of dealing with the Sun and the wretched band of mortals who called themselves the Dawnguard. A stale breeze began playing with the loose strands of her auburn hair, tickling her face, making her frown. She was the destroyer of the sun, the new Empress of Tamriel, a living nightmare, and the Herald of the Daedric Princes, Sheogorath the prince of madness, and Molag Bal, the prince of domination. Blessed with immortality from not only her Vampirism, but from Sheogorath’s tether, binding her to his realm, made it nearly impossible to completely kill her. She always came back with a vengeance, sending out her clan to wreak havoc on those who dared to harm her. She was an adept fighter, skilled in combat and magic, making her deadly tTo Become a Villain... by The-Serene-Mage
Shadow of the Night: The Demon Within ch.1
Lythnar wiped the sweat off of his brow with a silken cloth as he attempted to control a small spark of fire with his other hand. He smiled to himself and started to play with the spark allowing it to get to the size of a small apple.
"Enjoying yourself, are we?" purred a feminine voice.
Lythnar flinched in fright and gazed over his shoulder. The spark left flickering away as his concentration broke.
"Sorry, master Sallaria I was having a little nostalgia over the use of these fire spells," Lythnar muttered as he turned to face her.
"You are a student of Arcane no longer," Sallaria fumed as she took a few steps closer "You are a child of Shadow and a master of demons You use the Dark arts, not some sissy mage spell you call skill," she added.
Lythnar sighed and placed a hand over a dark violet crystal hanging from his neck,
"It's not easy changing your way of life in a heartbeat, master " He said with a grimace.
"Curiosity killed the Springpaw, the Hunter got its prey,
Shadow of the Night: The Void Seer ch.1
Light streamed into a dark room, resting on a solitary figure laying in a fetal position upon a bed. The figure was female, her hair a shine less black from malnutrition; her skin stripped of all color from days laying in darkness. Besides the rogue ray of sunshine peeking in, the only light in the room was a set of glowing crystals filigreed into a silver staff.
The female groaned out in pain from her malnourished body and in annoyance over the sunshine disturbing her from her from her sorrowful slumber.
"Shad'ara, sitting there in solitude, refusing to eat is not what Valdimirr would want you do, light rest his soul…" said a female voice coming from the doorway where the sunlight streamed in.
Shad'ara groaned again and pushed herself weakly into a sitting position, gazing at the trespasser in her solitary confinement with dim fel green eyes.
"Sallaria, go away and leave me to my sorrows…" Shad'ara said as she fell back to lie on the bed once more.
Sallaria placed a hand on her swolle
Sedric stood in the Main Hall of Lakeview manor, working with a strange ancient Dwemer contraption, occasionally muttering some things to make note of under his breath. He picked up a pair of pliers and reached in, removing an intricate spring to study, but as he brought it close to his face, it fell from his grip and rolled under his work table.
Sighing sharply, Sedric crawls under the table to reach for it, the tiny metal spring being difficult to see even for a Vampire Lord. When he finally finds it, the front door slams open,
“Hey Sedric!” Vaesha called, causing Sedric to bump his head hard on the underside of the table, the spring falling from his grasp once again.
“Son of a-!” he hisses in pain and annoyance.
Vaesha smirks at the comical scene of Sedric on his knees, holding his head, her chuckle earning her a growl from him.
“Did the little princess bump his head?” she asked in a tease.
Sedric turned and glared at her before rising, a hand rub
Just a Mortal With a Smart MouthI stood overlooking an ancient grand hall reeking of stale air, blood, and rotting flesh, watching as the vampire I had found in the crypt I was exploring spoke to her father. The aura he radiated in sent the dragon blood flowing within me to ignite my nerves, there was something sinister about him, he was no normal vampire.
“Now tell me,” echoed the strange vampire’s voice “who is this stranger you brought into our hall?” he asked.
I looked back down to where the vampires stood in the center,
“This is the woman who rescued me, my savior…” the female vampire replied.
Even from where I stood I could see the strange vampire furrow his brow,
“Come closer mortal, I wish to speak with you. Now!” he ordered.
I took a deep breath, soothing my nerves fired up by my dragon blood and walked down the ancient steps, keeping my eyes trained on the vampires gathered throughout the hall. I stopped until I was roughly several feet from the v
The Broken Crescent ch.1
"Lekyra, I am heading to Bowerstone Castle for an audience with king Logan, make sure the floors are swept, washed, and waxed before I return," Reaver commanded to a young ebony haired woman twirling his favored Dragonstomper .48 gun on his index finger before placing it back in its holster attacked to his leg...
She looked to the man as he fixed his excessively tall top hat on his head before grabbing his favored cane, rapping it twice on the door frame before waving his hand in a pampas way as he left. She then examined the floors; they were filthy from the days of heavy parties and people tracking in mud from the Millfields. Some of the tiles were cracked the required to be repaired and sealed with a special resin and left to dry before she could wash and wax them. Pulling her hair into a high not before tying a red lace handkerchief around her head and tying her red and black maid-outfit into pantaloons for easy maneuvering, Lekyra moved over to a small sitting area to move Reaver'
Shadow of the Night: Mist of Shadows ch. 1
“Sallaria, what’s wrong?”
Sallaria sighed sharply and turned to face the voice’s owner,
“Everything, Aellon, everything!” she snapped. Aellon sighed and took three cautious steps into the room, eyeing his sister’s mood before deciding to sit next to her.
“Why do you say that?” Aellon asked, hoping he wasn’t going to set of his sister’s emotional bomb of fury.
Sallaria looked her brother in the eyes, her Fel-green eyes vivid with rage,
“Why?” she questioned with her brow raised “Here is why!” Sallaria shot to her feet, her fists clenched tight to the point that her hands started to bleed “I was finishing up a Mastery Ceremony for Shad’ara, ready to go home when Ungar the Ogre headed buffoon decided that He was going to rip me away to Orgrimmar because I was needed by our beloved Warchief!” Sallaria’s form quivered in rage before she slammed her fist into the wall.
Day of the Twilight Solstice Prologue
In the Port town of Shade-light, rested a temple dedicated to the Skylord of Night. There, his followers would spend their lives spreading the word of Twillon. The temple was one of the smallest throughout the land, and responsible for placing the town upon the map of Sky-Jewel, the country where Shade-light was established.
Each temple had a High Priest or Priestess to commune with the Skylord associated with the Skylord of each temple. But in the capital city of Skystone, the High priest was the true leader of the temples throughout Sky-Jewel. The High Priests of Skystone were part of the Eastern Sky Council, the ruling group for the eastern side of Sky-Jewel.
Just as the High priests of the minor temples looked to the Council for guidance, the council would look to the dreamer for leadership. The Dreamer was a woman with a blessing from all five Skylords, she was chosen as their avatar, and voice amongst Sky-jewel. The Dreamer was the true ruler of Sky-jewel, she chose which High Pr
The Elemental Wars Mykah heaved a heavy sigh as he gazed down at the map of Sky-jewel, studying the marks where attacks of Elementian troops were reported. He stood straight, removing his gauntlet to rub his sore, and tired eyes before pinching the bridge his nose as he felt a headache starting to setting in. He wasn't accustomed to war, he was raised in a peaceful era, where the now late Dreamer kept ties with the neighboring kingdoms and safeguarded the land of Sky-Jewel. But ever since the span of months known as the 'Twilight Solstice' things have been weighing heavily on not only his shoulders, but the other High Priests of the Skylords.
But that wasn't the only thing that was bothering him. He and his wife, Sereth, were expecting their first child. He was more thrilled to be a father than the day he was named High priest of Twillon. With a heavy sigh, Mykah made his way towards a balcony overlooking the city of Skystone, the smells of the Autumn seaso
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