Malgré l'ambiance lugubre et le la gravité du sujet de la réunion, la jeune Oreille Noire fraîchement désignée, a du mal à garder son sérieux...

How Astri Thorsdottir, mercenary captain in the successful Jomsbrodirs Mercenary Company ended up returning home to Skyrim. This is the diary of the 134th Harbinger of the Companions. It was found, buried under Jorrvaskr with more than few relics by the current Harbinger.

Hunfen, a somewhat overly curious Nord child, finds himself abruptly plunged into the civil war and draconic troubles of Skyrim, where he will be forced to play a major role despite himself. But he will not be the only one at the mercy of fate, as the new generation is called to accomplish great things. (rated M because of a few chapters, but most of it is T)

Tressa, the Dark Brotherhood's mysterious Listener, embarks on an unusual quest set by the Night Mother. Unbeknownst to the Listener, this quest will soon unravel far more than her own idenity...

Hunfen, un enfant Nordique un peu trop curieux, se retrouve brutalement plongé dans la guerre civile et les déboires draconiques de Bordeciel, où il sera amené bien malgré lui à jouer un rôle majeur. Mais il ne sera pas le seul à être le jouet du destin, car la nouvelle génération est appelée à accomplir de grandes choses.

I've decided to write a story based on my very first Dovahkiin, the Breton Paladin Cura! Raised in the Vigil of Stendarr, she goes on to save Skyrim in times of crisis in a Season Unending! Humble and meek by nature, Cura finds her values and general disposition challenged by the brutal world around her. *Decided to write this since Skyrim's 10th Anniversary! :)*

The past and present converge as an assassin of old reminisces on many of her past failures, as well as records the betrayal that expedited the destruction of the brotherhood on Wayrest. Perhaps she can find redemption by guiding the remnants of her organization in Skyrim.

A bored old man gets thrown into the divine playground that is Tamriel, as a descendant of a religious madman no less! Will he content himself with merely finding his way in this new world? Or will his newfound ancestry lead him to defy the vagaries of fate? Find out in this senile scribble of mine! Should you wish to descend upon the dreaded pp site do search up Rastislav156

A murdered Jarl. A menace in the night. The peace of a reunified Skyrim threatened. The rising Volkihar pursue a prophecy that whispers the end of mortal dominion – and their mysterious new champion will ensure the Dragonborn himself won't stand in their way. In a supernatural struggle where light and darkness contest, every battlefield becomes a playground of shadows…

-Summary TBA- -Second story set in the same world as my first, but not a sequel per say to that.-

A sequel to the main questline that follows the Dragonborn, who has taken the name Ysmir, as he attempts to unite the fractured Empire against the Thalmor in the years leading up to the Second Great War.

Aeyrin's and Bishop's adventures continue in Skyrim and beyond as old and new threats still hound their steps. There are many questions left unanswered and many loose ends still untied. Will there finally be some resolution for the incessant problems and will there be a vision of peace on the horizon? A direct continuation of the saga. Usually updated twice a week. (OC/Bishop SRM)

Backflash memory/dream

Tariq Ibn Ziyad a noble swordsinger and follower of the ways of HoonDing on walkabout to master the blade takes him to The old Kingdom. In His homeland, he's faced Dwemer automatons, werebeasts, mages, vampires, and other undead — all have been cleared by his sword. So now this follower of the HoonDing will cross wits with the legendary Dovah of old

Faolan just wanted to return to Markarth to free his father and spread his mother's ashes in the Karth, and maybe overthrow the Silver-Bloods in the process. Was that too much to ask for? Instead, he winds up absorbing a dragon soul and with a Nord housecarl. Is he a Reachman? Is he the Dragonborn? Is he just some idiot in over his head? Faolan must embark on a quest to find out.

To burn bright, that has been his ambition. To outshine others and leave them in his shadow. To look upon giants and think of them as mere ants in his radiance. But the harsh twist of fate, the indifferent weight of life, and the cold hand of death nipped his flames in the bud.

Balu, who had been transported into Skyrim by Akatosh and got a new Khajiit body, attempts to get settled in Whiterun. Together with his two adopted saber cats and partially with the Dragonborn, new challenges, dangers, and developments in the Civil War are coming up, and much more. Sequel to Book A ('Balu in Skyrim – awakening and antagonizing').

Nuestro heroe de leyenda tiene un deber con Tamriel y enemigos por doquier, lo bueno es que tambien amantes.

Four months after the death of Alduin, a growing evil builds in Skyrim once again. Struggling with coin—the Dragonborn, Mimzi, joins the Companions in Whiterun. Only to discover the ranks of Jorrvaskr harbour a dark secret. When tragedy hits Whiterun, the Companions leave their hall under a vengeful calling with unlikely allies to save Tamriel from catastrophe.

Rahgol isn't the ideal hero one would expect in a story, so what happens when he has to deal with Dragons returning, a Goddess that seeks to destroy it yet comes to mean so much to him, a Civil War, and Elves wanting him dead? A whole mess happens, that's what. Rated M for language and sex scenes much later. Male Dragonborn x Female Alduin!

Trio of siblings deal with one's drug and alcohol addiction. Caution: contains mentions of drugs/alcohol, etc. Also, language content. (I know it's not actually Elder Scrolls, but I can't get into my Fiction press account so it's going here.)

I got unfairly bodied by a truck, then stuffed into a frail skeleton corpse within Bleak Falls Barrow right when Alduin shows his ugly mug to end the world. Because of course i can't catch a fucking break. So you know what? As a proud lover of Sheoggorath, i'm gonna do what said Daedra does best. Become a fucking problem. Slight Gamer-Ish elements. Male MC, Serana/Dovahkiin Waifus.

An origin story of (Dovahkiin) Mimzi’s childhood before Helgen’s chopping block. Her story starts in the Pale. Orphaned and wayward. A series of tragic events. Yet this young Nord ventures onward to find the security of home.

Aela can't stop thinking about the newest member, she just knows they'd be amazing together. If the Dovahkiin can't see that, then Aela will just have to make her see. After all, Aela wouldn't do anything to harm the Khajiit. At least, intentionally. If the Dovahkiin makes her have to hurt her, then it's her own fault. Warnings: Dubcon, Aela has a penis, cross pos to AO3

Even Dragonborns have to return home for the holidays. A small break after more than a year of adventuring might do him good. His family however, never fails to remind him he's a Gray-Mane first, and Skyrim's savior second. A Low stakes, Hi-jinx story.