Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch5About a day past when Ryvren, dressed in his new ebony armor and usual warpaint, walked into Jorrvaskr of Whiterun, Keira approached him with a smile, dressed in her usual hide armor. "Welcome, back brother. I heard you did well with your job." She winked at him, indicating the contract and maybe the troll in Dawnstar.
He smirked, following along. "Yes, I did."
She then pulled out a pouch of gold from her own pouch and handed it to him. "400 gold for the troll."
The Dunmer smirked at the sight. "I like this job." He placed it in his own pouch on his hip and slowly looked around. "Is there anything else you want me to do?"
The Harbinger thought about it as she looked down, then looked back at him. "Ask Vilkas or Alea. They might have something for you."
The redheaded dark elf then walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be back soon."
The Nord looked at him lovingly. "Be safe."
Athis gave her a thin smile. "I promise." He then kissed her lips then her forehead. "I'll be back
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch 4Ryvren just ignored the idea of the jester and just simply approached the three of them, mainly to Keira, who smile at the sight of his new archery gear. "Perfect." She then looked at him in wonder. "You still want your old sword, correct?"
The Dunmer shrugged. "Yeah. It still works."
The Listener turned to the table and handed him his iron sword that was inside the scabbard. "Nazir has a contact for you."
As he took the sword, he began to strap it on his waist and looked at the Redgaurd, who stood up and gave him a thin smile. "You're first contract is a Nord named Mikael in Whiterun."
Ryvren gave a curt nod of his head. "Got it."
"And try not to get caught. Or killed."
Keira chuckled, making the elf turn to her. "He'll do fine. Now go. The main entrance in upstair through a hall."
"Ooo," the jester sang, making them all look at him. "Our new brother's first contract!" He danced happily as his brown eyes beamed excitedly. "How exciting!"
"Um," Ryvren look at the other two in uncertain
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch 3As the other three torture victims were moaning in pain, Ryvren never felt such a failure in a very long time. He would just hang his head, thinking of what to do, but he knew that there was nothing in his power to get out of this sanctuary of the Dark Brotherhood. He was told five days had past and that the Listener was on her way and his fate was in her hands.He wouldn't care. He never feared death. He also heard rumors about the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim while he was in Morrowind, but never really paid any attention, now he just walked right into their territory. He would just roll his eyes as he would hear the jester, who was named Cicero, getting on the Redgaurd, Nazir's, nerves and the others would just laugh. "Just kill me already," he muttered as he just hung his head with his crimson eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"Listener!" The jester then cried happily.
Ryvren took a deep sigh. He no longer had to wait. His fate was near.
He then heard footsteps as near as the other prisoners
Forest of WhiteWind gently blows through the forest of white
as snow silently falls to the white blanket.
No sign of life in this forest of white as the
snow is fresh and soft with no prints of snow.
The skies are grey with clouds, hardly any warm
light of the sun can break through the darkness as
the delicate flakes float to the earth,
then become another part of the cover.
The lake is frozen over with the waterfall frozen in time.
Large, lifeless icicles is now the rushing water,
blocking the cave of solitude,
as wind echoes through the dark walls.
Trees no longer have leaves, instead they
have icicles forming on their branches.
Grass does not exist in this silent frozen world.
Only frozen, white ice.
This frozen forest may look dead.
It may even look lifeless.
But if you close your eyes and take in that one breath.
That one breath that can bring freshness to your lungs.
You slowly open your eyes,
a sight makes you frozen.
A doe with its fawn, picking at the leaves
of what is left on a snow-covered
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch 2A couple of days after becoming a Companion, Ryvren was now sent to Dawnstar for some troll problem. The walk was long and cold. Even running into some unfreindly animals and spiders, but that didn't get in his way, until he ran into a Khajiit on the side of the road with his dagger drawn.
"Give me every thing you have," the cat person hissed.
Ryvren stopped and smirked at the thief who was dressed in dwarven armor. "I suggest you walk away. Right now."
"Until you give this one your valubles," he growled with his green eyes glinting in the sunlight.
"Sorry." He was about to walk, but the theif ran to him. Just as he was about to slash at him, the Dunmer unsheethed his iron sword and ran him through, then whispered in his ear, "I suggest be careful who you try to steal from." Then tore the sword out and the Khajiit fell dead.
Ryvren smirked as he sheethed his sword and carried on his way. He could feel his blood quickly becoming cold since his first encounter.
4CD: The Beginning- Ch 8After qualifications were over and the semifinals to the Devil's Tournament was nearing, Demise was sitting in her room, worried about the up-coming events. What if Venom won the finals? What if she did lose? A smile then slowly grew across her pale face with her red eyes gleaming as a thought came through her dead mind. No, what if she lost the semifinals? The deal was only made by the finals, but what if the vampire doesn't get into the finals? Nothing could be done since that wasn't part of the deal. Everyone would win! Except for Vax. Who cared about him besides his fans?
The corpse then walked out of her room to the balcony, overlooking the beautiful lava rivers and the black and red sky. She knew that Venom was in the trophy room polishing her five trophies of her past wins and Deceit was out walking the little blue demon-dog. Now was the time to talk. She took a deep breath as she hunger head, then walked back inside to the trophy room. When she walked in, she smiled as she cros
The White ForestThe dull and gray sky
and the icy breeze,
gently blowing the tiny
flakes down to the white earth.
The lake is frozen over
and the trees are in a
blanket of white,
hiding their lush green.
No longer is there grass
as the snow is untouched,
glistening in the faint sun,
dancing like countless fallen stars.
Bitter cold is in the air
as the sun is hardly there,
but the beauty of white, empty forest,
iss definitely a sight to see.
The OsteologistThe house was quiet as the osteologist was delicately working on placing a skeleton of a cat together for his oddity collection. Everything was quiet except for the gentle tinks now and then at placing the bones in place. Picking up the tweezers and putting them down again, his brown eyes were focused and concentrated on his work as the single lamp above his head was lighting his way to success. The young man would lightly brush his black hair from his eyes and carry on working. The cat was almost complete and his heart was pounding in eagerness at his newest work and with a steady hand, he tied the tail in place, then securely tied the bones in to have them stay.
Cutting the wires to hold the skeleton together, and making the skeleton take position as if it was stalking its prey, he sat back with a smile of pride as he placed the tweezers down for good, then placed his hands on the back of his head. Admiring the newest member of the collection, the osteologist was proud of hims