It's finally FINISHED! Through trial and hardship, can one broken Dunmer find redemption and peace for his tortured soul? Rated T for mild language, drug references, violence, torture scenes and mild angst.

The Divines and the Daedra finally decide a way to end their bitter hostilities: they are each to become mortal and battle on Nirn, the last surviving faction will be restored to their immortality. Chaos, blood and death ensure.

A gifted Dunmer...a rampaging Dremora...the Necromancer's Amulet...and the fate of Cyrodiil. Head for the hills 'cause this party's gettin' wild!

A song, hopefully funny, and to the tune of Be Our Guest, from Beauty and the Beast. Reviews welcome.

Morrowind novelization attempt. A prisoner is deported in Vvardenfell, for reasons seemingly out of her humble reach. How will she deal with this strange new land, especially when she finds herself unwillingly responsible for its safety?

My name is Jo'Rawlith, and apparently I'm the only competent being in all Cyrodiil. No one else could possibly help out around here, oh no. Need something done? Just come to me. That's what everyone else does. It's like I'm always jumping flaming hoops...

[AU] The Nerevarine has failed. Blight storms ravage the skies over Vvardenfell as the Ghostfence buckles before the coming of Dagoth Ur's monstrous hordes. All rally to this, the final reckoning, for this is the hour... when dreams and destinies collide.

With the fall of the Septim Dynasty imminent, can one woman give hope to the fractured Empire? Starts slow, but picks up. Rated for death etc.

Meet Nerevar in his new incarnation, not a noble, not a warrior and all but a hero, and follow him on his way from pettiness to grandeur if he ever finds it. [WARNING: read disclaimer first]