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The thu’um slammed Toy, conveying more emotion and memory than words. Her apprentices looked at her with confusion and concern but she turned away from them, stumbling into the hall where she could endure the influence of that damn elf alone.
Toy of None.
“I will always be,” she agreed, her tusks bared.
You rejected Kynareth and embraced a new Mother, and now are servant of neither. Right the wrong you did long ago, and let Yol cleanse you at last.
Toy slammed her fist against the wall. “Damn you and your dragons, elf.”
“Sister, who are you talking to?” Babette asked, leaning around the corner.
Toy’s face smoothed a bit and she looked at the little vampire girl. “The Greybeard’s dog thinks he can command me from his mountain. But I
The Elder Scrolls: Dragonborn Legacy - 5
Farengar smiled, his purple hood temporarily obscuring all but his short, greying beard. “Turning mage at last, are we, Razella Smith? I always thought you’d have talent as one.”
“Though I admit I have found the schools of Restoration and Alteration of great use to me in my adventures, Farengar,” Razella smiled with a twinkle in her eye, “I highly doubt it. I love my sword arm far too much for that.”
“A Nord at heart as ever. What can I do for you, Harbinger?”
She pulled a folded piece of paper from her satchel. “An assassin carved this symbol into one of my Companions’ faces. I was wondering if you might be able to identify it. I am told it’s likely a house sigil.”
Farengar pulled out that arcane contraption he called ‘spectacles’ and placed them on the bri
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It was still new to her, the knowledge that she would never again see a sunrise. She would never again hunger, her beauty would never fade. Wrapped in bearskins and armed with her bow, she walked to the top of one of Skyrim’s massive hills and looked down upon her new home. Snow and forests and rivers all stretched out before her. This was her future. She would bring the truths of the daedra to this frozen land and spread Molag Bal’s blessing to the worthy. For she was a Daughter of Coldharbor, the first to be born for an age.
Tremere wrapped her hand around the pendant that her parents had left her before sending her on her pilgrimage—a raven’s skull. It would help to ward away fire and protect her from the sun. But it would not save her if she was caught too long in its unforgiving rays. She thought back to the ceremony that made her what she was. None of the
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“Stop moving it!” Majora barked, “Look, just hold the damn thing still.”
“Forgive me, Harb—shield brother,” Ria replied. Even after all these years, she was still a sensitive thing, and the attack and untimely death of Njada hadn’t helped. Ria managed to steady the silver platter while Vilkas held up the lamp.
The shaggy Nord scoffed. “It’s not a symbol.”
“I’m not sure,” Razella said, pacing back and forth with her arms crossed, “It is rather sloppy. Look at that curve there, that doesn’t look like a random cut.”
“Well it’s not a bleedin’ shadowmark,” Majora groaned, but his eyes were serious, “I…have not seen it before, but I have seen marks like it.”
“Where?” Razella leaned over his
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Orthjolf worked the oars with those powerful arms of his. He was fond of threatening to rip people’s arms off when they angered him, and he almost looked like he could. He was still sore about the way Majora has nearly tricked Nerien into coming near his neck, and Toy could see the embarrassment kept about him, despite his long practice of hiding such things.
It was he that broke the silence. “Quit gawking at me, Orc. Are you really that bored?”
“No,” Toy answered, inspecting her healed brow in the reflection of her dagger, “Just considering the many ways you could die. When you think about it, you could die in even more ways than I could.”
“Not really,” he replied, “We’re immune to poison, cold, disease, and that little thing you mortals call ‘old age’.”
“Yes, but then you can add many forms of light magic and not to mention the sun to that list,” she repl
The Elder Scrolls: Dragonborn Legacy - 1
The sun glistened against the mammoth’s hide, almost tantalizingly. It was like she could already smell the blood beneath its fur, just waiting to be leaked out. Most of her kind were utterly vicious in the hunt. But she was patient and quiet, creeping up on the beast and panting thirstily. The mammoth lowed and turned its head, its trunk poking cautiously at the grass. It pushed at a bush, a green eye glinting in its direction. The beast roar as something seized its trunk, leaping onto its head with terrible claws.
The werewolf’s claws tore into its ears, teeth chewing and digging at its neck. Razella was overcome with euphoria as she tasted the first of the blood, holding on stubbornly as the mammoth thrash about. But then she heard it, rapid and heavy footsteps.
He had been atop the nearby hill, against the wind. A giant, uglier than usual, with a bald head and a puffy grey face beneath his inhumanly small eyes. A mammoth tusk club dragged the groun