The sun had climbed past its peak by the time Torin reached the rugged foothills north of Falkreath. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the only sounds were the chittering...
2025-11-27 18:07:27 +0000 UTC View PostAs he strolled back through the quiet streets of Falkreath with Echo padding along behind him, Torin found his thoughts circling back to the Altmer priest.
For a High Elf, Runil had been surp...
2025-11-25 19:56:45 +0000 UTC View PostFalkreath's Hall of the Dead was a humble, somber place, nestled amidst a sea of weathered gravestones. It was a simple structure—a stone foundation with wooden walls and a thick, thatched roof, ...
2025-11-24 17:59:12 +0000 UTC View PostBy the time Torin pushed open the door to the Sleeping Giant Inn, any thought of the lunatic and the blood-red book had been forcibly scrubbed from his mind.
During the short walk back to Riv...
2025-11-22 15:22:46 +0000 UTC View PostThe next morning dawned crisp and clear. Torin lay on the dewy grass by the bank of the White River, the gentle rush of water a soothing soundtrack. His hand moved back and forth in a lazy, absentm...
2025-11-21 15:50:31 +0000 UTC View PostSeveral days later, the sun was already high overhead, casting long shadows from the walls of Whiterun. The bustling noise of the city was a familiar backdrop as Torin stood just beyond the main ga...
2025-11-20 14:46:45 +0000 UTC View PostEorlund stood a respectable distance away, his massive arms crossed over his chest as he watched Torin inspect the finished product. Compared to some of the truly bizarre tools the boy had sketched...
2025-11-19 15:03:16 +0000 UTC View PostThe great hall of Jorrvaskr was a welcome symphony of familiar noise—the crackle of the fire, the clatter of tankards, and the boisterous voices of the Companions. Torin sat at the long table, sh...
2025-11-18 14:23:49 +0000 UTC View PostI don't know why I only thought of asking now, but I'll do it anyway.
With the ending of the last chapter, the story is ready for a timeskip, to a point where Torin is maybe 15 or 16, which...
2025-11-17 10:02:54 +0000 UTC View PostThe Voice is worship;
Follow the Inner path;
Speak only in True Need.
The words on the tenth and final wayshrine were not an epic. There were no visions...
2025-11-16 13:37:54 +0000 UTC View PostThe climb grew steeper, the air thinner, but Torin’s pace was relentless. Each wayshrine was now a milestone, a piece of a story he was determined to piece together.
With roaring Tongue...
2025-11-15 14:59:49 +0000 UTC View PostAuhtor's note: feeling much better today, but yeah, respiratory infections suck....
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The two elves didn't respond with words, but the subtle, immediate tightening of their postures ...
2025-11-14 14:27:25 +0000 UTC View PostAuthor's note: please keep in mind that I have a terrible fever, and a lung burning cough today, so this chapter might not be up to bar.
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It didn't take long to find Echo. She was a...
2025-11-12 08:35:16 +0000 UTC View PostLarethil stopped a respectful few paces in front of Torin, his practiced smile faltering only slightly as he took in the young man's thunderous expression. Clearly, the direct approach wasn't welco...
2025-11-11 12:21:17 +0000 UTC View PostBefore the birth of men, the Dragons ruled all Mundus;
Their word was the Voice, and they spoke only for True Needs;
For the Voice could blot out the sky and flood...
2025-11-10 17:12:10 +0000 UTC View PostTorin opened his eyes and immediately winced, squinting against the low, golden glare of the morning sun. As his vision adjusted, he became aware of a warm, heavy weight pinning his thigh. He looke...
2025-11-09 09:46:00 +0000 UTC View PostThe night air was cold enough to see your breath, but the campfire Torin had built at the edge of Ivarstead fought back the chill with a determined crackle.
He sat on a fallen log, absently p...
2025-11-08 06:31:24 +0000 UTC View PostSeven hours later, the crisp evening air of the White River valley was filled with the scent of damp earth and pine. They had made camp a respectful distance from the shadow of a ruined watchtower ...
2025-11-07 08:25:36 +0000 UTC View PostOne week later, Torin stood in the center of Jorrvaskr's training yard, the air crisp with the promise of a new skill. Before him stood a weathered archery target, its straw-filled belly a testamen...
2025-11-06 10:17:17 +0000 UTC View PostAs Torin stepped into the mead hall, he managed only a few paces before he froze, a reaction mirrored perfectly by Aela and the twins. The sight before them was not what they had expected.
St...
2025-11-05 05:04:35 +0000 UTC View PostFour months later, the air in Whiterun felt different. It was still the same city, with the same smells of baking bread and forge-smoke, but a new, poisonous tension had taken root. Torin sat on th...
2025-11-04 03:05:12 +0000 UTC View PostThe great wooden gates of Whiterun loomed before them, a familiar barrier between the wilds and the city's ordered life. Torin’s back was laden with their spoils—bundled weapons and the small c...
2025-11-03 00:11:09 +0000 UTC View PostInside the cramped, damp cave near the White River, a man named Rorik watched in abject horror as the last of his men was crushed. The wet, final thud of the warhammer was follow...
2025-11-02 01:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostTorin woke with a groan, his body protesting the hard ground. He blinked up at the sky, where Masser and Secunda hung like twin specters, bathing the world in a pale, silvery light.
Countless...
2025-11-01 01:39:58 +0000 UTC View PostCrouched behind a large, moss-covered boulder, Aela and Torin observed their quarry. The massive brown bear lay in a sun-drenched clearing, its sides rising and falling in a deep, contented slumber...
2025-10-30 23:45:06 +0000 UTC View PostThe morning sun dappled through the ancient branches of the Gildergreen as Aela made her way toward Jorrvaskr, her stride purposeful.
Her thoughts were already on the contract—a simple beas...
2025-10-30 01:20:42 +0000 UTC View PostThe air in Jorrvaskr’s training yard was still, charged with anticipation. Torin stood with his feet planted, his warhammer and heavy shield held in a ready guard.
His expression was a mask...
2025-10-28 18:17:43 +0000 UTC View PostOkay, yeah, I felt a little guilty about that.
Walking back into my room, I couldn't shake the image of Vignar’s face. The guy just got back from fighting a war, probably dreaming of a hero...
2025-10-27 19:31:38 +0000 UTC View PostFour parts amused and six parts deeply apprehensive, Torin closed the book.
'So even Alteration, which I thought would be the safer, more academic option, can get you killed if you ...
2025-10-26 17:35:22 +0000 UTC View PostOne year later, Torin sat in a quiet corner of Jorrvaskr's mead hall, the usual clamor of training and camaraderie a distant backdrop to his focus.
His brow was furrowed in a mixture of conce...
2025-10-25 16:48:04 +0000 UTC View Post