Kvasir: *Meets daedra prince*
“I’m gonna fuck that.”
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Kvasir: *Meets daedra prince*
“I’m gonna fuck that.”
“Arch-Mage Dragons have returned to Skyrim.”
*Throws down bottles*
“OH SHIT SON LETS GO PET ONE!”
“You can’t pet a dragon.”
“NOT WITH THAT ATTITUDE!”
Skyrim!verse
Garrett Hawke Skill Levels
Alteration: 75
Destruction: 100
Illusion: 50
Conjuration: 50
Restoration: 25
Enchanting: 20
Speech: 75
One Handed: 50
Light Armor: 50
The Magic Touch
The halls of the college were alive with life. Students practiced and studied magic and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. Garrett had become Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold almost five years ago and in his time he had seen an increase of students. Being a Nord himself had brought both comfort and distress to the rest of Skyrim. But conditions had improved for the college and he honestly could care less what others thought. If someone had told him years ago that he would be the arch-mage he would have laughed in their face. But now here we was watching the teachers teach and the students learn. Mentally he slapped himself. “Your not an old man who gets all happy to see young people learning your only 29.” He had told himself this over and over again. But it wasn’t so bad.
The days were getting longer and today he found himself wandering about not really focusing on much in general. He made him way toward the entrance of the college and up the rampart above the main gate and stared out across the bridge toward Winterhold. He had been here for so long sometimes he forgot there was a whole other world out there.
Skyrim!Verse
Garrett Hawke: Nord. Archmage of the College of Winterhold
Anders: Breton. Traveler and part of the Dawnguard
Aveline: Imperial. Captain in the Imperial Legion
Fenris: Dunmer. Mercenary turned Companion
Isabela: Redguard. Pirate Raider
Merril: Altmer. Traveler and studies old ruins.
Varric: Imperial. Leader of the Thieves Guild.
Sebastian: Imperial. Priest of Stendarr
my Skyrim/GoT Verse.
( yay finally got to this. since both of these verses run into each other. )
Thanks to a spell gone wrong, Ash was thrown into Skyrim along with a group of people. they were originally from Skyrim and had met Ashlyn when a sorcerer’s spell had backfired. Ash grew closer to one of the men, named Iveor, and eventually got pregnant with their twins. ( we don’t have names for them yet.) But during the last few days of her pregnancy, Ash was kidnapped by the Thalmor. they waited for her to go into labor, then took the children from her mere moments after birth. Iveor, his brother Unmik, and their friend Navi found her seconds later, bleeding to death and weak. the loss of her children broke her, and the depression that both Iv and Ash fell into, pulled them farther apart. Months later, when her son and daughter were returned to her, Ash began to liven again. Iveor and Ash grew closer, and they were all happy.
until one day when she mixed the wrong herbs and spells. it threw her into Westeros, where she wandered for a few days before finding Talia Forrester in the Ironwood. Ser Royland believed her to be a wildling, going so far as to draw his sword on Ashlyn and threaten her. Talia intervened, and Ash became indebted to the young woman. She currently resides at Ironrath as a guest of the young Lady. But Ash is still looking for a way back to Skyrim, and back to the life she left behind. ( mostly by stealing the maester’s books and copying them for her own use.)
"They're fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink,"
Hearing the wind beginning to pick up, the trees rustling more so as the group began advancing toward the two. Bow at the ready, arrow to pierce through a heart, Ali kept his ears and eyes open, awaiting for his first target.
"Hmm better, she's your little kicker," the whole castle was excited at the thought of the first pureblood born vampire in centuries. "Now you should know better than to keep secrets from me,"
Ali smiled as he in turn wrapped his arms around her while his hand reached up to caress her cheek. “What can I say? she learns fast.” He chuckled. “And who said I was keeping secrets, huh?”