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I.. forget what I was gonna say lol. Guess that happens when you write. It felt good to write again, though. Anyway, here's some garbage Elder Scrolls fanfiction:

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Aurel knew he really should consider moving closer to Whiterun. The jangle of the freshly-earned Septims in his satchel served to remind him of that. He wasn’t exactly relishing the thought of sneaking past that bandit-infested tower while the guard wasn’t looking again; one of these times, he was going to be caught.
Boots crunching in the fresh snow, he squinted, green eyes straining to see farther in the fog. It was an unusual occurrence. The cold often left the air crisp and biting, too thin for fog. At least the storm had been short-lived. He’d rather not stay in the Bannered Mare if he could help it. Being the only Altmer in the city earned him a number of stares, even if there were other elves there. And the way that one Talos priest eyed him…

Whiterun was still preferable to Riften, however, for a number of reasons.

He felt his ears perk before he registered the distant crunching of snow, the metallic clanging of armor. He stopped. Heart pounding, he held his breath, listening. Eyes scanning over the tundra, he cast a wary glance over his shoulder and summoned a cluster of embers from his palm. He hoped it wasn’t a group of bandits. The sight of a mage’s flames was usually enough to deter a lone thief.

There was barely anyone in sight. The distant, golden gleam of elven armor caught his eye, a group of black-robed silhouettes walking just ahead of the armored figures. Thalmor. Even worse than thieves.

His heart jumped into his throat. His legs twitched with adrenalin, his body about to begin fleeing of its own volition, but he forced himself to breathe. It was very unlikely that they’d even spotted him. Even if they had, given that he was an Altmer, they were likely to leave him alone. That was one advantage his race granted him in this frozen, Nordic land.

But what if they recognized him? What if they had been one of the ones to..?

No, no. None of the individuals that knew his face would “lower” themselves to patrol the roads, let alone step foot in Skyrim. Besides, those agents were too far away for him to have heard their footsteps. Whatever was potentially after him was closer, and he couldn’t afford to divert his attention on the elves that probably hadn’t noticed him.

A groan echoed from somewhere to his left. He jumped, whipping around to face the source of the sound. At first, he was unable to spot anything of interest. But as the embers sparked into flames in his palm, the firelight shone off of a set of dirty, bloodied armor. It outlined a man’s face and figure, distinguishing his fallen, writhing form from the shadows of the trees behind him.

Aurel hesitated. His first instinct was to help the man, but this wouldn’t be the first time he’d been fooled by the “injured traveler” trap.

It was the darkening, red stain in the snow beneath the man, the way he stilled, that spurred the elf into action.

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The Elder Scrolls © Bethesda.

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I.. forget what I was gonna say lol. Guess that happens when you write. It felt good to write again, though. Anyway, here's some garbage Elder Scrolls fanfiction:

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Aurel knew he really should consider moving closer to Whiterun. The jangle of the freshly-earned Septims in his satchel served to remind him of that. He wasn’t exactly relishing the thought of sneaking past that bandit-infested tower while the guard wasn’t looking again; one of these times, he was going to be caught.
Boots crunching in the fresh snow, he squinted, green eyes straining to see farther in the fog. It was an unusual occurrence. The cold often left the air crisp and biting, too thin for fog. At least the storm had been short-lived. He’d rather not stay in the Bannered Mare if he could help it. Being the only Altmer in the city earned him a number of stares, even if there were other elves there. And the way that one Talos priest eyed him…

Whiterun was still preferable to Riften, however, for a number of reasons.

He felt his ears perk before he registered the distant crunching of snow, the metallic clanging of armor. He stopped. Heart pounding, he held his breath, listening. Eyes scanning over the tundra, he cast a wary glance over his shoulder and summoned a cluster of embers from his palm. He hoped it wasn’t a group of bandits. The sight of a mage’s flames was usually enough to deter a lone thief.

There was barely anyone in sight. The distant, golden gleam of elven armor caught his eye, a group of black-robed silhouettes walking just ahead of the armored figures. Thalmor. Even worse than thieves.

His heart jumped into his throat. His legs twitched with adrenalin, his body about to begin fleeing of its own volition, but he forced himself to breathe. It was very unlikely that they’d even spotted him. Even if they had, given that he was an Altmer, they were likely to leave him alone. That was one advantage his race granted him in this frozen, Nordic land.

But what if they recognized him? What if they had been one of the ones to..?

No, no. None of the individuals that knew his face would “lower” themselves to patrol the roads, let alone step foot in Skyrim. Besides, those agents were too far away for him to have heard their footsteps. Whatever was potentially after him was closer, and he couldn’t afford to divert his attention on the elves that probably hadn’t noticed him.

A groan echoed from somewhere to his left. He jumped, whipping around to face the source of the sound. At first, he was unable to spot anything of interest. But as the embers sparked into flames in his palm, the firelight shone off of a set of dirty, bloodied armor. It outlined a man’s face and figure, distinguishing his fallen, writhing form from the shadows of the trees behind him.

Aurel hesitated. His first instinct was to help the man, but this wouldn’t be the first time he’d been fooled by the “injured traveler” trap.

It was the darkening, red stain in the snow beneath the man, the way he stilled, that spurred the elf into action.

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The Elder Scrolls © Bethesda.