Skyrim Fort Fellhammer Novels & Stories

He raised his head looking up to the cloudy skies and realized that snow had already stopped falling. Arth walked towards the left direction where the knight told him. While looking around, his eyes were suddenly caught by the Upper Ring at the center of the city. There stood the Keep where the Lord of Casterfall was living. The magnificent structure was elevated from the ground level and there were huge staircases as a way towards the Keep.

Minister Coltain brings us front and center of the rebel group, directly across the prairie from Alexander. “You will surrender the crown,” Minister Coltain calls across the gap. “Never!” Alexander calls back. His voice is a comfort I hadn’t realized I spent so many days taking for granted. Then Minister Coltain pushes me off the horse. I let out a high-pitched, guttural cry as my good shoulder takes the brunt of the fall. I’m sure it’s better to have fallen on my less injured side than the casted one, but the only thing I can think about in this moment is the searing pain winding around my shoulder, radiating down to my fingertips and up to my temple.

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

He unrolled a weathered holo-map atop a stone plinth. “Skyforge Citadel sits astride the Quickshear Gorge,” Orion said, pointing. “Nine days until the next Blood Moon. Our engineers have identified three infiltration points: the flooded aqueducts under the east bastion, the maintenance catwalks on the northern ramparts, and a hidden service hatch beneath the servants’ quarters.”

Every flick of his tongue was a claim, a mark on my soul. "Dominic, please," I whimpered. He didn't slow down. He used his fingers to stretch me, his other hand pinning my wrists above my head. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as the first wave of pleasure hit me, a violent, crashing release. Just as I felt my voice breaking, his hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my cry. "I've got you," he whispered against my skin. "I've always had you." The Ravenfall territory was a sprawling expanse of dense forest and rugged mountains. The "Chateau" wasn't a castle; it was a massive, modern fortress of glass and stone perched on a cliffside.

The VTOL cut through the low-hanging thunderclouds, touching down on the fortified landing pad of the Starfall Citadel with a heavy, pneumatic sigh. The citadel—a brutalist monolith of reinforced dark granite and ballistic glass nestled deep within the jagged cliffs of the Outer Sectors—was Rhys Stormfang’s primary stronghold. Here, far beneath the watchful electronic eyes of the High Council, the air didn't smell of corporate aerosol or cheap copper. It smelled of wet stone, pine resin, and raw, untamed wolf blood.

As time went on and on, it became much darker and darker. The old hill top slowly creped above the valley, once there stood a hill fort, now only ruins. The shadows were growing longer; the shadows of the nearby wood becoming more and more human like. I wasn't alone the swords-man was waiting in the nearby bush. His black armor blended him dark ambient. With that armor he could scare anything, I thought as I searched for the main gate. The gate was decomposing, I pushed the gate gently, and the whole once massive wooden door fell with a loud noise to the floor.

Flicking her fingers, she called upon the fox and transformed her back into a shawl that wrapped her saggy shoulders as she smashed the orb, breaking it to a thousand pieces. ❇❇❇ "I think that's the place Rai." The Raven nodded his head in approval as it swooped down to the east walls of the Palace. Landing behind a coat of bushes and trimmed trees for cover, Rai ducked down his head to let Hanji get off from his back. He batted his crimson eyes as he saw him wince in pain, his blood now oozing out from his torn bandages. "Hanji," he said. "You better know what you're doing right now. I don't think you're in the condition to do anything."

He gave off the typical sportsman vibe. Sasha too was dressed normally in a jumper hoodie and leggings with her blonde hair in a high ponytail. "La Forde is the best choice." Sasha stated, letting the rest of the gang follow her to the decided restaurant. La Forde was the only five star restaurant around Amaryllis. They held positive reviews with service, so there was never a time people said something off about it. The gang arrived at La Forde with directions from the google map and gaped at the golden coloured building. There weren't enough words to describe the building. Nobody in the gang ever came here before so everyone was shocked.

Sylvester carefully listened to Skyrim. "I ... a m... s u r e... h e...w i l l... a t t a c k... o n... t h e... n i g h t...o f... n o ... m o o n.... w h e n... h e... i s... s t r o n g e s t... b u t... w i l l .. b e... a... m o r t a l... a t .. t h e... m i d n I g h t. Y o u... h a v e... t o... k i l l... h i m... n o... m a t t e r... w h a t."