#nord
A Silence stirs within the people,
As the King anoints his knight.
The man of righteous renewal,
From the very start.
So it began,
His journey across Tamriel.
Searching for a way,
To save his people.
Armor of White,
Spear of the dragon.
He comes to fight,
Those who oppose him.
His only distraction,
A fair maiden.
With lips of ruby,
Hips of curve.
She can ****** anyone,
Then rob their home.
She sneaks within the night.
Only to serve.
Nocturnal the Daedric Goddess of the Dark World.
Evergloom shail it be.
When they cross paths.
Each night they meet...
So goes the Son of Skyrim,
Being tricked.
By the anointing Imperial.
Mother of the Pack.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
This land.
It's strange to me.
It's cold like Solstheim.
My mother wouldn't tolerate this!
The breeze danced,
Bringing an icy feel.
To skin so pale.
Hailed to be a Nord,
With Ancient blood of Talos.
With Ysgramor's spirit.
In war.
I must find my way back home,
To the Ashlands.
First,
I will adventure here.
A journey holds the key,
To experience.
I am Jaedin,
Daughter of Alaken,
And Calina.
My village is of the Skaal.
A great evil has come,
It has set over this place...
They say dragons have returned,
What might be in store,
For a young Nord?
Exiting my ship,
I say Hello and Hail,
To Skyrim.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC