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Mornings In the Dark Brotherhood. .:Story:. Mornings In the Dark Brotherhood.
It's around 5 am, the smell of death is still fresh... then again, in the DawnStar sanctuary for the Dark Brotherhood, it usually is.
Cevenor, the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, is starting to awaken, he's continuously stirring in his sleep. But just down the hall from his room, hushed voices, and hushed footsteps. And a quiet "Shhh~" is heard. Followed by a "He he he he he~~" Cevenor ignores it though, and continues to get just a little more sleep.
"Cicero... What is Sithis' name are you-"
"Quiet Nazir! Cicero is busy with something~"
"Ugh... Don't those idiots ever shut up...?" C
Rebellion. Chapter One Chapter 1
I don't know what's going on... I hear horses, and I feel I'm sitting in a carriage. I open my eyes, my vision is blurry, but it's starting to clear.
"Hey, you! You're finally awake." a blonde male Nord said to me. "You were trying to cross that border, right?" I nod. "Walked right into that Imperial ambush. Same as us, and that thief over there."
We look over to a brown haired Nord.
"Damn you, Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine before you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If it weren't for you, I could have stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell!" he looks at me, "You there! We shouldn't be here. It's these Stormc
The Fight for Winterhold. The Fight for Winterhold
"What's going on?!" Hachi asked his Arch-mage.
"It's Anncono! He's doing something to the eye and he put of this barrier! Help us take it down, throw everything you've got at it!" the Arch-mage said, and started casting a lightning spell at the barrier.
Hachi followed his lead and casted a rather powerful flame spell at the barrier. The barrier gave way and Hachi, Mirabelle, and the Arch-mage charged in. A
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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