The Septim Empire has fallen. The Meades now rule a corrupt illusion of its former glory. Skyrim is at war with itself. Ancient evils have rose again this time more powerful than ever before. Now its up to three heroes, a Dark Elf thief, a Half- Wood Elf Half-Nord Mage , and a Khajiit Assassin. Now are the days of a empire torn. Now are the days of the Dragonborns.

*based off the skyrim romance mod* Kira is the dragonborn unknowingly. After the attack on helgen she finds herself escaping death and stumbling into something new. During her journey to train, she begins to win hearts of men, especially a stuck up ranger. Not only will she better her strength, but she must strengthen her heart for what is yet to come.

Two centuries after the Dragonborn's quest to save Tamriel and the failed Stormcloak Rebellion, Skyrim is once more thrown into chaos, and the Jarls and Kings of Skyrim fight for their lives in a bloody campaign for power.

Cyrodiil, Fourth Era 202. A land ravaged by unrest, political infighting and the scars of the Great War. Imperial Legion veteran, Dragonborn and scion of the Septim bloodline Servius Crixus is the only one who can save it from the Aldmeri Dominion: but will he truly save it or deliver it into their hands? Part four of my ES series, rated M, sequel to The Dragon and the Bear.

He couldn't bring Skjor back for her,but he could give her a piece of him that would last forever.

After her mother and sister were murdered at their home in Cyrodiil, Alexandria Valandrus attempts to find refuge in the new land of Skyrim. She must find a way to get back for the things that were taken from her which oddly consists of the help from a thief and a rebel king.

[Semi-AU.] "Kopraan Hil Sil Mun!" I stood between Alduin and Arvakr, my shout flowing out on what I was sure would be my dying breath. Even though it would be the end of me, it would also be the end of the World-Eater himself. My eyes closed tightly as the mist surrounded him, knowing he was about to scorch me. I could do nothing more than this.

Like everyone else, Ulfric Stormcloak imagined the Dragonborn to come as a strong-armed Nord in a blaze of glory. Instead, she slipped in with the cackle of magic, becoming both something of a worst nightmare and something of a trusted friend.

What if there was more than one Champion? What they weren't a prisoner, but normal people who wanted to protect what was dear to them? Like Alyeid explorers running from their past or homeless wanderers looking for where they fit in? Not all heroes are heroic. Takes place but does not always focus on the Oblivion Crisis.

Sawaquiamora is a Khajiit pirate down on her luck. First she lost her ship, and now to boost her remaining crew's morale, she has to smuggle goods to the Stormcloaks, who happen to hate any non-Nord's guts. On top of all that, she has to hire a Breton mage on death row to protect her pirates from the Aldmeri Dominion. Could things get much worse? Yes. It's called dragons.

Fragments from the journals of the last Dragonborn, written around the year 202 of the fourth era, and now translated, insofar as it is legible. Much of it seems to be tales of the history of Tamriel, or of certain races dwelling upon it. Other parts pertain to the opinions people had at the time, and the rest is made up of opinions the writer, the Dragonborn, had.

A year free and the Reach is celebrating. But a new enemy is on the horizon and when he strikes at the heart of Cicero and Eola's families, it'll take all their resources to fight back. That, and help from some unlikely new friends.

When a family heirloom turns out to be much more than thought, a young man will travel a treacherous path through Skyrim to discover its origins and uncover a secret lost for millennia.

This one is bored, and happened upon a journal and some quills. So she might as well write, no? If nothing else, she can (hopefully, if she survives that long) look back on these days and laugh. Hopefully. She probably will NOT live that long. But she can hope. If you are reading this because you stole it from her, Zhaaniri will be VERY angry. ((Collection of one-shots))

Herold is a bright young lad who lives in dragon bridge, but when his home is attacked by a dragon he loses everything. He is pulled from the fire by a mysterious man with the power to shout a dragon apart. what will Herold do now?

Another old Skyrim one. A little drabble based on an old writing prompt.

Another old Skyrim one. A bit of a drabble about one of the most under-appreciated Skyrim NPCs - the humble Courier.

Another old Skyrim fic. Female dunmer Dragonborn and Paarthurnax share a moment.

Another old Skyrim fic. Female dunmer Dragonborn and Farkas. Also some drunken carousing with the Companions.

I found some old Skyrim fic I'd never uploaded. So here you go! I really wish you could marry Brynjolf in the game. But you can't, and this is how I cope with it.

A mute Altmer named Falnaro is chased from his home on the Summerset Isles by the Thalmor for his stubborn refusal to take sides either for or against them. His whole family is destroyed and he flees to Skyrim in hopes of not being found and being able to avoid war. Instead he is thrust once again into a position where he shall shape the fabric of Nirn itself. Yaoi be warned!

Le conflit en Bordeciel fait rage. Rajoutons à cela la menace que représente les dragons, la vie n'est pas de tout repos surtout lorsqu'on est le Dovahkiin. Ses choix et ses actes peuvent tout changer. Fiction Skyrim, Dovahkiin féminin.

Having hunted down the dragons and killed Alduin, the Dragonborn has absorbed dozens of Dragon's souls. And they're not happy about being killed by their Brother. Part of my "What if the Dragonborn regrets what (s)he's done?" phase.

ESO story. Brave. Bold. Heroic. Sometimes it's not all it's cracked up to be. The tales told by soldiers are a little darker than the tales told by bards.

An envoy has been sent to the unforgiving land of Skyrim.