THE PEOPLE IN THE ZR CHAT TOLD ME TO POST A THING SO I’M POSTING A THING
I wrote this months ago and never finished it. It’s based on the Gauldur Amulet questline from Skyrim, but I don’t know whether or not to call it fanfiction because who really knows about the Gauldur brothers and what is canon even.
Still unfinished but I SAID I WOULD POST A THING.
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When whispers of the ancient legend made their way to her ears, we looked upon the world in dismay. For even though old stories never die, most turn away from those who tell them. But her heart held no fear towards the warnings we had placed, and she was too foolish to recognize danger. We watched as her eyes blazed with the fires of determination, and she called her legion to share in this glory of unraveling a myth that was to stay forgotten.
By dying torchlight, she waded through bone and crypt-dust, taking gold from the eyes of dead men. We heard the screaming of ghosts in the night, heard cries for her blood to repay what she had stolen. The sky was painted white with anguish, swallowing the stars. Their tears fell over her skin, and she bathed in them, baring her flesh to those who wished to destroy it.
Months passed, each one bringing a new flock of the spectral dead who cursed her name. They brought fire under her feet, summoned otherworldly beasts to tear her in two, and afflicted her with fevers that left her pale and blind. She left scorched trails of death in her wake, never falling to it. Spirits whispered in our ears of blood pouring from her eyes, indentations of teeth decorating her skin, and moments when she could only shout at the heavens in her pain.
We turned our eyes from her for a time, as she reminded us of our reckless, tenacious youth. Though shreds of humanity - remorse - persisted within us, we also carried the memories of brighter times in our souls. In her future, we saw us, and we saw pain.
I wrote this months ago and never finished it. It’s based on the Gauldur Amulet questline from Skyrim, but I don’t know whether or not to call it fanfiction because who really knows about the Gauldur brothers and what is canon even.
Still unfinished but I SAID I WOULD POST A THING.
-x-
When whispers of the ancient legend made their way to her ears, we looked upon the world in dismay. For even though old stories never die, most turn away from those who tell them. But her heart held no fear towards the warnings we had placed, and she was too foolish to recognize danger. We watched as her eyes blazed with the fires of determination, and she called her legion to share in this glory of unraveling a myth that was to stay forgotten.
By dying torchlight, she waded through bone and crypt-dust, taking gold from the eyes of dead men. We heard the screaming of ghosts in the night, heard cries for her blood to repay what she had stolen. The sky was painted white with anguish, swallowing the stars. Their tears fell over her skin, and she bathed in them, baring her flesh to those who wished to destroy it.
Months passed, each one bringing a new flock of the spectral dead who cursed her name. They brought fire under her feet, summoned otherworldly beasts to tear her in two, and afflicted her with fevers that left her pale and blind. She left scorched trails of death in her wake, never falling to it. Spirits whispered in our ears of blood pouring from her eyes, indentations of teeth decorating her skin, and moments when she could only shout at the heavens in her pain.
We turned our eyes from her for a time, as she reminded us of our reckless, tenacious youth. Though shreds of humanity - remorse - persisted within us, we also carried the memories of brighter times in our souls. In her future, we saw us, and we saw pain.
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