"My lord?" a lesser clan member eased himself into Sedric's study, appearing nervous. Sedric glanced up from his paperwork, his fingers laced together as he looked expectantly at the lesser Vampire.
"Well?" he arched a brow "speak,"
"I-It's the lady.... S-She's gone mad!"
Sedric almost wanted to laugh. hadn't the clan realize that Vaesha isn't exactly on the sane side? He retained his composure "and... What is the Lady of the Castle doing that has labeled her as 'mad'?"
"She's threatening to gut anyone who comes to close to her! She almost did so to another clan member!"
Sedric pinched the bridge of h
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Of Silenced Fangs and Family Prologue
Vaesha leaned against a pillar in fort Farragut, watching Lucien Lachance pace around with a gloved hand to his chin. He stopped and faced her, his expression blank, but Vaesha could sense the emotions he tried to hide.
" Everyone inside the Sanctuary must die!" Lucien said in a low voice.
Vaesha had spaced out and didn't catch what Lucien had said before; she looked at him with adrenalin running through her veins, her heart pounding.
"Ocheeva, Vincente Valtieri, Antoinetta Marie, Gorgon Gol-Bolmog, Talaendril, M'raaj-Dar, and Teinaava. All these family members must die." Lucien continued.
"B-But I don't want to kill them
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A Storm in Solsthiem ch.3
The Wind stone was located between Miraak’s temple and Skaal Village, its green light shooting towards the sky gave it away. Just like the Earth stone, people slaved away working the stone and muttering in empty words. Taking a deep breath, I located my new shout into the front of my mind, building up the power to convert it into a shout. Without a Dragon Soul to teach me how to release the shout, I was forced to rely on my training with the Greybeards.
‘Focus on your skills, Dragonborn… Then use them to project your new shout as an extension of your voice,’ the words that Arngeir had spoken to me upon my training
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Coming Home
Riften was a bustling hub of people. A far cry from the dank, rundown lakeside town it used to be. The town that Lotharion Sangelien remembered clearly, the rundown town where beggars lined the streets, and merchants struggled to make ends meet.The town where the Thieves Guild called home. The Thieves Guild. The mere thought of it caused a bitter rage to rise within Loth. He and his long lost twin sister were starving on the streets, trying to survive when the Thieves Guild stepped in. Rather, a Thief by the name of Brynjolf. The Nord had taken him and his sister in, giving them food and a place to call home. He had given him a family. But it was all ripped away from him and Loth lost the only other family he knew, not even knowing if his twin lived or not. Loth was utterly broken by Brynjolf’s betrayal. He had no place to go. No family to rely on. Until he met a certain jester by the name of Cicero. The crazy Jester introduced him to a whole new family, The Dark Brotherhood; Loth