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Chapter Six: The Argonian
A blinding flash of light, and the ancient dagger clattered to the floor. He gaped at the spot where his colleague once stood. Aside from the dagger and the gem, there was no tangible proof that a man named Arniel Gane had ever existed.
The Argonain twitched his...
Chapter Five: The Veteran and the Youth
“I can’t stay here.”
Ianto’s pickaxe halted from its swinging arc as he regarded at the young Bosmer. Erasmir gripped his own pickaxe in his hands, but its weight seemed to drag him down. The elf’s wiry build was not suited for mining, Ianto thought...
Chapter Four: The Whelp and the Warrior
“Again! Keep your form together!”
Shani glanced at Janus watching her toil, swinging at a practice mannequin. She assumed he could understand her struggle, maybe - none of the Companions used war axes, so perhaps it was hard for them to teach her...
Chapter Three: The Refugee and the Deserter
Trigger Warnings: Violence and Discussion of Rape/Non-Consent
The graht-oak had rooted. Whispers joined the rustling of the leaves. Falinesti had failed to move from its northern roost when Hearth Fire had come and gone. Why? The unknown change...
As a perfectionist by nature, research is critical in my opinion. I research until I'm absolutely sure if a topic I would like to incorporate into a fanfiction would be appropriate or not. I pay particular attention to the speech of characters, idioms, slang, etc. Speech that conforms to our...
Chapter Two: The Imperial and the Redguard
Tankards clinked and jubilant conversation filled the tavern as its occupants slowly wandered away from sobriety.
“Janus, how many have you had?” the Redguard nudged her friend in the ribs. “Can you still play it?”
The Imperial in question...
Chapter One: The Bosmer and the Altmer
“Hello? Is someone down there?”
The young Bosmer spoke what he supposed was a proper voice for an Imperial teenage girl, though he was uncertain as to what sort of accent one might speak in Cheydinhal. It was quite close to Morrowind - perhaps he...
KENNINGS
or
TITLES OF THE GREAT
Upon gathering here, you have chosen to embark on a journey.
It is a journey of many, of diversity tenfold.
It is the journey of those blessed and burdened with a remarkable destiny.
Their names are those you have heard before.
Though their personal names may...
Myth is a story, a legend, a lesson, a history, a culture, a creation.
So too do I hope to weave my talents, be they of written word or drawings, sculpture and art.
Hello to all. I am Myth, a simple storyteller inspired by Nirn.