Sequel to Resilience. With two WindClan cats dead and one RiverClan apprentice brutally injured from a horrible attack, the two Clans are too busy fighting each other to do much of anything against the actual cause. If peace is going to reign once again, it's going to be up to a group of unlikely allies to save the day.

Brightfur just wanted to be a medicine cat. Her mentor, Ravenwind, has very different ideas on what that means- for her and for ShadowClan. With Ravenwind controlling her every move and more than willing to kill to keep it that way, Brightfur will need more than just luck to live to tell the tale.

In Altmer society blood is everything. And finding that the blood of dragons lurks in her veins is only the beginning for Kiir'Dun. On a journey of self-discovery, our young Altmer mage is forced to turn her back on everything she knows to survive and realizes that it isn't always blood that makes a family. Story-line follows beginning of the game, but diverges from there.

After a ruthless attack from all three Clans, ThunderClan has been destroyed. Only six warriors remain, imprisoned and forced to work as slaves by their captors. All hope has deserted them, but still, they are desperate to revive their lost Clan. No matter the consequences.

Bards sing about fire-breathing Dragons, warring mythical races, and magnificently bloody combat. But sometimes, it is the most humble of stories that ends up making the best song.

As Alduin re-entered the world, destiny chose a Dragonborn. That Dragonborn, Daren Novak, wishes destiny would have given the decision more effort. After realizing he alone is nowhere near equipped or skilled enough to save the world, he seeks out the help of the most powerful mage in recent history, along with others who join along the way.

With a harsh Leaf-bare on the horizon, the Clans are in a bad way. Petalkit is growing up under the stern gaze of her father, Ravenfur, when suddenly everything changes. Stuck in RiverClan until WindClan can produce enough catmint- something no Clan has in these temperatures- Petalpaw must learn what it means to be a medicine cat, even so far from home.

Sandkit wants to look pretty for his apprentice ceremony, so he wears berry paint; Lightkit feels alone in RiverClan for her messy pelt and gruff demeanor, save for two elders, and strives to outdo Rosepaw; Hoptail's known who they are all along, but they're hesitant to tell their mate, Mintpelt; and Smallkit of ShadowClan is scared to face who he really is- is it a tom at all?

After a group of rouges attack ShadowClan in cold-blood, a sickness sweeps through the Clan and kills their medicine cat. When a dark and brooding young tom named Reaper asks to join the Clan because of his healing skills, ShadowClan warily accepts. Little does the Clan know, their new medicine cat has the scent of death berries underneath his claws...

The Companions have been massacred. Aela broods in Jorrvaskr, overcome with grief, leaving only a raw recruit to take on work. But a Bosmer on a dying horse is making for Whiterun, looking for atonement. And maybe, under the wide spans of that ancient hall, there is hope for renewal.

StarClan hasn't spoken in moons. Trust between the Clans by the Sea is dwindling. A strange force stalks the groves and prairies of the clan's territories. Amidst the rising storm, four kits are born that must find their own path to saving their home and kin. (possible mature themes)

In the year 102 of the 5th Era, the stability of Third Aldmeri Dominion has once more threatened by the recent rebellion perpetrated by Jarl Bjeld Free-Winter of Windhelm. Meanwhile, twin novice Khajiit inspectors in Whiterun solve a mystery of an infamous serial murder case, which has then expanded into a much broader scheme; a scheme that might change Skyrim once and for all.

All Snowkit wants is to become a loved and appreciated warrior of FrostClan. But, her white pelt is a curse and only one other cat has the same coloured pelt: the forest's most feared cat, Cloudfur. Why is that a problem, you ask? That's her father. When most of her Clan fears she will turn out like him, how is she supposed achieve her dream? She must prove them all wrong. R&R

Look for four: the flightless to fall and darkness to gain, cold to lose and inferno to reign. Those were the words whispered the night of his birth. Now there's nothing left. Or so he thought.

The mountains have remained motionless long enough. They rise to a time of turmoil and strife spurred on by dubious informants, renegade soldiers, ignorant fighters, and suicidal leaders. And into this perfect storm one strange cat bares her fangs and defies logic to make for herself a home for now and all time.

Four thousand years before Alduin's return, the war-torn land of Skyrim has finally fallen under the control of the men known as Nords. But they are not alone in the place they call home. Skyrim has always been a field of battle for those in it, and in this era, history will be written in the blood of whoever stands in its way. None are safe.

In a single moment, he stares at the man who took the life of his son. Amid the strangling sorrow, all that's left is vengeance.

After a ruthless combined attack from all three Clans, ThunderClan has been destroyed. Only six warriors remain, imprisoned and forced to work as slaves for their captors. All hope has deserted them, yet still, they are desperate to revive their lost Clan. No matter the consequences. [Adopted from Claudaujay]

When Peliah, heiress to the House Dres slave-dealing dynasty of Morrowind, falls in love with one of her father's Khajiit slaves, the bodies of her Dunmer suitors begin to turn up mysteriously decapitated. Some call the killer "The Lopper." But Peliah prefers to call him "The Liberator." [Based on the in-game book appearing in Skyrim, Morrowind, and Oblivion]

It's year 5E 152, a hundred and fifty-two years since the Empire's downfall. It is when the Third Aldmeri Dominion has gained control over almost whole Tamriel. Technology is advancing rapidly, and the Dominion forces have grown further stronger with their latest invention: firearms. A Nord, an Argonian, and twin Khajiit siblings take their roles to be involved in a great uprising.

Medicine cats pride themselves on being able to save their clanmates. This is why the first loss is hardest. This is why the first loss hurts the most. **T for gore/blood**

A Dunmer vampire hunter and the Khajiit vampire he failed to slay find themselves imprisoned together in the Deadlands, neither hoping to survive without the aid of the other. This is not the story of Martin Septim or the Hero of Kvatch. This is the story of Saraven Gol and Zudarra the Bloody, allies by necessity and heroes by circumstance. Contains violence and some gore.

The story is old as Skyrim itself; the dragonborn is made to kill dragons, to eat their souls and keep the foul beasts from ever returning. They are enemies, now and until prophecies end and the stars begin to fade. Dragons will ever only destroy, only cause pain. Nothing will ever change that. Not even a hatchling with cute red eyes that just squeeze this dovakin's heart. Right?

After Cicero bothers the Listener too much about killing someone, the Listener gives Cicero a challenge: Don't kill someone. Be a thief, instead. Hell, go to Riften and join the Guild. It's a surprisingly productive challenge.

WindClan has never been the focus of any prophecies and the aftershocks of the Great Battle and Storm still rock the Clan. When WindClan's deputy, Harespring, is found dead and curled around a young kit, traitors will be exposed and dark secrets will be revealed. Who is Flightkit, exactly, and why was WindClan's loyal deputy found dead by her side that fateful night?

Life after Grelod's death was easier, simpler, yet it was not enough for Aventus. At the age of thirteen, he convinced the other eight orphans to escape Honorhall Orphanage once and for all. Young and naive, they did not realize what was written for them in the Elder Scrolls. War and dragons will ravage Skyrim, and none will be spared. WARNING: Violence and abuse! HIATUS LOST MUSE!

An elven woman rises from a sarcophagus before a young man's eyes. She has but one goal: to revive a Dragon Priest from the dead and herald in a new age for the Dragon Religion. He has little choice but to follow, if only to protect the world from her venomous wrath.

Melyna is a Dunmer. So she can't help but find it strange that her family are Khajiit. Skyrim's Thieves Guild may hold the answers to her questions about her past, but she'd love to know why the Guildmaster hates her so much, and why the senior members give her such strange looks. And she's a little worried that if she uncovers the truth about who she is, she'll wish she hadn't.

Daniello Erisso is young liar hunting to find an ancient Daedric artifact; a mask of bewitching words, and convincing speech. With such power, his will would be unstoppable, and his influence undeterred... Yet, the boy's reckless abandon for unholy magic shall guide him down a dark path. A place where the absence of his conscience, and perhaps even his soul, are one in the same

Peregrine is a nonchalant member of the Thieves Guild, hiding from the overwhelming responsibilities of being Dragonborn, but becomes ensnared in the Dark Brotherhood and perplexed by its mad jester.

When her father dies in mysterious circumstances, Sissel finds herself adopted by an equally mysterious adventurer. She's determined to uncover the identity of her foster father - but her search for answers may put her life in peril. And the truth about why he took her in might be far darker than she ever imagined.

After a chance meeting on a moonless night, a khajiit that stalks the shadows and an elegant, yet deadly dunmer struggle to stop a group of mages fiercely determined to resurrect their fallen leader.

Four souls journey to the north at a time of crisis. Dragons have returned and threaten the land. Now Skyrim's fate lies in the hands of foreigner, a kind Argonian who wears a killer's mantle. He must rise and become the greatest dragon slayer the world has ever known, and he must do it against all odds… for there are those, in the name of justice, who would see him die trying.

Five people begin their own stories, finding their way in the world. But lives rarely leave each other untouched, and paths that run as high as they can, will sooner or later cross. When they do, some walk together, and others will do all they can to push the other off the path and into the depths. Reviews are much appreciated, members and guests, but please keep 'em spoiler-free.

Kara Stormblade made a deal with a devil. She cannot die, her enemies fall before her increased strength and speed, her wounds heal almost instantly. But for the first month of every year, she serves Clavicus Vile. These are the tales of those months.

Failing to complete a destiny is one thing—but to turn your back to it deliberately is quite another. The free lands are enslaved and the world is perishing, suffering, burning. What future awaits the bleak of hope and heart, with heroes corrupted by ambition and lust and the Dragon Wars come anew—when the world's greatest dragonslayer is the right hand of the World-Eater himself?

The world turns against Winterhold, and the skies turn dark. A hold stands against a nation. Allies are summoned and armies made. Blood freezes on the ice, and fear freezes men's hearts.

Kureeth knows something is rotten in Whistling Mine. As the place's fortunes increase along with the rest of Winterhold, resentment builds and old tensions flame up. The bitter winds wail, the snowdrifts build, and in Skyrim, there's always something waiting just beneath . . .

Misery: it knows many names. Loved second best by her mother, treated like an outcast by her Clan, tortured by the apprentices, all because she isn't like her "amazing" sister. This is Whitefang. In a battle with Riverclan, she makes a promise, one that will forever twist her destiny. Will she keep it? Or live the life of happiness she's always wanted?

Desharo has lived with a trading caravan for years. When outside of Windhelm, his most valued possession is taken from him. He goes into the city with hopes of getting it back. What he receives, however, is far more valuable...and dangerous.

Is the Tribe the only group of cats in the mountain? No, there is another group far north. These cats have no connection with their ancestors and have slipped into an immorality so deep, their ancestors fear they will never recover. But one cat has had enough of this life, she is tired of being discriminated and used. And she wants a legacy that she can be proud of.

Deep within Cidhna Mine, vengeance burns hot in the heart of Joslyn Elbert. The Dragonborn has taken everything from her. Madanach might be dead, the Forsworn routed and dispersed, but hope will never die while Joslyn lives. The Forsworn cause will rise, and the Dragonborn will feel the pain of defeat before she meets her end.

Nothing in life goes easy once you've met the Dragonborn. Join the battered hero and her increasingly mismatched allies—including an ex-Thalmor agent, an old war foe, and an ambitious young Archmage—as they foil a vengeful trap, hunt down an assassin, and fall through worlds to halt a twisted invasion.

"You have many names," the old crone continued. "Did you know you've gained another?" Bartimaeus, in the centuries after 'Ptolemy's Gate'.