The rays of muted, overcast light crept between the cracks of the door, casting dainty lines across the stone floor. Outside, the wind howled with surprising ferocity, occasionally shifting the door upon it’s hinges, producing a soft creaking noise accompanied by a quick thud as the heavy wooden object settled back into it’s place. Unlike the fable, it was not, ultimately, the sun that awoke those sleeping within, but the wind and the cacophony it made wheezing and wailing through the crevasses and architecture of the old temple. Of course, the wind and daylight were not actively working together to awaken those within, it was sim
FoaW 24: Good News and Good Leads by aj-wisteria, literature
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FoaW 24: Good News and Good Leads
It was commonplace for people to lose track of each other over time in Tamriel. In a day and age without immediate communication, and the only adequate means of conversing either being face-to-face or via mail carriers and pigeons, it wasn’t exactly something to worry about. The person would contact you when they felt like it – and disappearing was something easily accomplished.
This is what worried Martin. A month and a half – it had been the first of Frostfall when Sid had left Cloud Ruler with the young woman in tow, heading for the Imperial City in the hopes of discovering leads on the Amulet. It was now the twentieth o
FoaW 23: Argument Clinic (Second verse) by aj-wisteria, literature
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FoaW 23: Argument Clinic (Second verse)
Anariel couldn’t remember exiting the cave – she couldn’t remember what most of the cavern looked like, to be honest – or rushing down to the hidden cave far below. The ice on her skin dulled the pain long enough for her to stay cogent, but not much farther than that. Fire was a horrifying thing, she thought to herself – even through her armor she could feel the heat seeping into her arm and deep into the tissues below. She wondered if it was just her senses that were telling her she could smell burning flesh, or if her skin was actually in that bad of shape.
“Raining cheesewheels Ana – “
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FoaW 21: The Path of Dawn by aj-wisteria, literature
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FoaW 21: The Path of Dawn
Given it was nighttime and their appointment – according to Anariel – was midday, the four made their rest at the Bosmer’s house, though Sid was uneasy and slept little save for the occasional hour-long doze. She felt betrayed in some small way, left to yet again clean up someone else’s mess, to travel through dank and dark tunnels in search of some ancient item that she shouldn’t be messing with in the first place.
Sidhiel supposed she couldn’t really blame Baurus or the rest of the Blades – except Jauffre, she sneered, as he seemed to be the sort that wouldn’t mourn the death of a mercenary &