Skyrim Idgrod The Younger Novels & Stories

“How is this even possible?” “Welcome back, my lady” a voice says behind me and I abruptly turn around to see a man. He looks old, very old and his entire head is covered with black hair, a staff in hand. He looks familiar but I can swear that I have never seen or heard of him before. “Who are you?” “You can call me idrid” “ he responds, “I am the keeper of the dragons” “I do not know you” “Of course my lady, you do not know me but I know you more than you can even imagine. I have been waiting for your arrival for years now. I begged the gods to keep me alive to behold you one more time before I join my ancestors”

Yolanda and I sipped Shamayim coffee sweetened from the sugar mills of the South as Jarngrimr whistled a skaldic lay of Freida and Ottar the Boar. She seemed to fancy Hyndla, the dwarven giant crone who helped Freida and Ottar, once her human champion, now in her service immortally like Adonis in Meditteranea to Cybele. Jarnja sang of how Ottar and Freida met:

The bone shattered on impact, leaving the shoulder a mess of blood and torn flesh. The night air filled with Gregory's screams. As he teetered on the edge of consciousness, Gideon pulled out the spear and raised it again. "Please, sir, spare me!" Gregory finally broke, fear evident in his face. "Now you're afraid?" Gideon's face twisted with contempt. Fighting through the pain, Gregory begged, "Sir, we've never met before, so there must be some misunderstanding. Why are you attacking the Yovarian Guild?" "'Misunderstanding'?" Gideon's rage erupted as he drove his spear through Gregory's left leg. "I am Gideon Snow of the Snow family of Goldspire. Now, do you understand why I'm here?"

“More importantly, how the hell do we prepare for something we know no information about?” Troy’s mind goes into its own limbo as more voices begin to emerge. Questions and comments from his group foil around him but within the confines of his temple, it all becomes faint, white noise. After a few moments of letting that pressured sound submerging through his subconscious he manages to speak but just before he darts his look at Forevine. “Forevine, what do you want to do after you graduate?” The question not only shocks the others but also Lutas who leers his gaze at the fire prince. The dwarf thinks for a moment and the rushes his answer from the depths of his throat. “There is a recon squa

It was the bitterest one he had taken ever, but it tasted like herbs, so it might be safe. "You did well ... closing that portal as soon as they baited you here," the swordsman said. "Who are you?" Arth had to ask. The man smiled. "I knew it from the first time I saw your blue eyes earlier ... your father and I grew up and battled alongside each other until that war came ..." he sighed. "I am Grand Knight Edric Godthorn, a true friend of your father since our childhood." Edric turned towards the long-haired man who was looting the dead demons. "That one is our silent but a determined accomplice. You can call him Hunter Jack."

It wasn’t the arm of a man; it was the metal arm of a machine. … “Leris, give me a body count.” “6 killed in the blast, Centurion sir.” “Names?” “Hrundig, Thadeus, Paul, Matthew, James and Tiberius.” After hearing the names, Trosdig suddenly shouts and stabs his sword repeatedly on the corpse of a barbarian. He suddenly calms down goes kneels down on one knee and begins muttering prayers. I don’t understand the prayers but I hear the words “strength” and “perseverance.” “All-Father Odin, give me the strength to persevere in leading my men” Leris whispers, as he walks past me. I hear Trosdig repeating the same words again and again until he begins to sob. We all look away; no one can comfort

Chapter 39 "All right! It's all over." William stood up. "Sir." Tamson Morgen also stood up. William looked at Tamson in surprise. "Sorry! Please explain to us, who you really are," asked Tamson, confusing Lili. William looked at Tamson. "What do you mean?" "Master! Don't overdo it on my lover," said Lili. "Master who claims to be William, why wear Lord Mose's heir ring."

A massive wave of dark, corrupted cosmic shadow magic erupted from his skin not the warm, starry shadow he usually wielded, but a cold, poisonous void that turned the stone floor beneath his boots to ash. He slowly stood up to his full, towering height. He drew the dark, corrupted broadsword at his hip, a blade forged from necrotic shadow and turned to face me. His hollow violet eyes locked onto mine without a single trace of emotion. "Gideon... please..." I whispered, my voice trembling as I took a half-step back, my heart pounding against my ribs. "It’s me. It’s Lyra." Gideon didn't answer. He raised the dark broadsword, pointing the blade directly at my heart.

His silver hair revealed his was likely older than Alexander but was definitely not as old as Proximo and the other two elders that I had not been introduced to yet. "I am Dimitrios Ariti. I am your Elder of War. I will help you navigate and strategize your battles." He bowed as Alexander did. I gave him and answering bow as I had Alexander. The other two men stepped up as one. They looked nothing alike or else I would have felt as though their synchronized movements indicated something familial. They were both seemingly the same age as Proximo. The man closest to Alexander smiled and introduced himself. "I am so thrilled that you have finally come Your Majesty. I am Christos Galatos. Elder

The memory flickered, breaking apart under the weight of my rage. And then, I saw a face. One of them stepped forward, his features illuminated by the dying light of the sun. Dark hair. Sharp jaw. A smirk that made my blood run cold. Recognition slammed into me like a blow. “No…” I breathed. But there was no denying it. Gideon’s son. The firstborn of the Head Pack Elder. The one groomed to become the youngest elder of the Vyrclaw Pack.