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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #61

The crackling of the bonfire filled the quiet night, its light flickering across the rugged landscape. Kodlak sat cross-legged on the ground, his heavy armor set aside for the night, leaving him in a simple woolen tunic. In one hand, he held a bot...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #60

Erik pushed open the heavy doors of Jorrvaskr, the familiar warmth of the mead hall washing over him. The scent of roasting meat and the hum of conversation greeted him, but before he could take another step, a blur of fur and energy barreled towa...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #59

The Bannered Mare was unusually raucous tonight, but no table drew more attention than the one occupied by Erik Deathsong and Sanguine, the Daedric Prince of Revelry himself. Erik's laughter rang out, loud and unrestrained, his flushed face a clea...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #58

Erik’s eyes narrowed as the figure pulled back his hood, revealing the face of a Breton man with a roguish grin and mischievous eyes. His annoyance barely veiled, Erik muttered, “Sam Guevenne. Sanguine. Or whatever you choose to go by t...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #57

The rhythmic clang of hammer against metal rang through the crisp morning air as Erik worked the Skyforge, carefully refining the final edge of an ebony katana. The weapon gleamed in the early light, dark and sharp, with a subtle gleam running dow...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #56

In the quiet, mist-laden courtyard of Fort Snowhawk, Enthir held the soul gem firmly in his hand, studying the red sigils etched into its surface with growing fascination. He could feel the intricate web of magicka swirling within, responding to h...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #55

Erik stood in the dark hallway, watching with a gleam of satisfaction as the last of the subjugated skeleton warriors shuffled obediently into the fortress’s hidden basement. There was a certain poetic justice in it: this was the same skeleton h...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #54

Author's note: today's chapter is shorter than usual since I had some things to do, so yeah, sorry about that. The rest of the chapters will be as usual, 2.3k-3k words long.

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Maven Black-Briar sat alone in her chambers, the...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #53

As Babette and Nazir tested their newly acquired vampiric strength in a playful yet skillful spar, Erik barely noticed, his attention fixed solely on the ancient stone wall before him. Carved in the graceful, angular script of the dragon tongue, t...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #52

Erik leaned back with a smirk as he looked around the room, taking in the wary, suspicious stares of the Dark Brotherhood’s assassins. Their faces ranged from shock to guarded resentment, and Erik relished every tense second. 'Now that we've...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #51

Humming to himself as he strolled along the woodland path, Erik's deep voice carried the familiar words of an old tune, "Sera was never an agreeable girl… her tongue told…"

Geri trailed along happily, sniffing at the mossy ground ...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #50

Erik turned the chalice over in his hands, noting the cold, weighty metal and the spikes curling out in patterns both jagged and elegant, framing intricate engravings that seemed to pulse faintly with a sinister energy. The black-and-gold vessel w...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #49

The boat rocked gently over the dark waves of the Sea of Ghosts, a chill breeze whipping through the air as Erik and Serana journeyed towards the distant shore. Erik sat at one end, lazily watching the horizon, while Geri lounged across from him, ...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #48

Auhtor's note: I think overdid Erik's line at the end a bit, but he's a skald (viking for something like warrior poet) and I figured he needed to be a bit poetic from time to time.

Serana watched Kaiden and the line of weary prisoners...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #47

Deep within the dungeon of NorthWatch Keep, Erik stood before an Altmer mage cloaked in black robes, his presence exuding an almost tangible darkness. Slowly, Erik pulled off his mask, letting the Thalmor mage see the cold amusement in his eyes. View Post

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #46

Now draped in a worn cloak that covered his tattered rags and hid his face in shadow, Kaiden stood at the edge of the pathway, watching as Erik strolled purposefully toward the entrance of Northwatch Keep. The fortress loomed ahead, its imposing s...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #45

Erik studied his reflection in the cracked mirror of the small, dimly lit room in Dragon Bridge’s inn, his expression as dark as the shadows under his eyes. He muttered, almost to himself, "I look like I kick puppies for sport."

His...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #44

Isran woke with a sudden, desperate gasp, his hand flying to his throat. His fingers searched for a gash, expecting the telltale slickness of blood, the ragged edge of a fatal wound—anything to confirm the horror he remembered. But there was not...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #43

Serana’s frown deepened, her gaze sharp as she studied him. “But… what exactly do you mean by that?” she asked, suspicion lacing her words.

Erik let out a slow sigh, shrugging as if he were stating the obvious. “I’d like t...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #42

Serana’s gaze remained steady as she observed the two men. Erik, with his calm stance and faintly amused expression, barely registered on her sense of threat. Yet, there was something peculiar about him—a presence she couldn’t quite identify...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #41

As the embers of their fire faded, Erik doused the last flicker of warmth with a careful sweep of his boot, ensuring no trace remained. With practiced efficiency, he and Isran packed their belongings, their movements quiet and deliberate in the st...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #40

Beyond the iron gate, the trio entered yet another cavernous expanse, a realm of shadows and subtle, eerie light. The jagged walls were streaked with patches of moss and glowing mushrooms, their faint blue luminescence casting elongated, gh...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #39

Inside Falion's dimly lit house, Erik admired his handiwork on Wyrmspire. The blade, now fully enchanted, hummed with an almost palpable energy as he held it up to the flickering candlelight. Along its length, the runic inscription ᚺᚨ...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #38

As Erik and Isran approached Morthal, the path grew quieter, shrouded by mist and the shadowed outline of trees. They kept a steady pace until, abruptly, a hooded figure stepped out from the side of the road, blocking their path with an upr...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #37

It didn't take long before a thick cloud of bloody mist began to coalesce around them, creeping closer with a sinister, almost sentient intent. Erik felt a chill run down his spine as he caught sight of four shadowy figures lurking within the fog....

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #36

The vast expanse of the central plains stretched before Erik and Isran, an endless sea of gold and green broken only by the distant outline of mountains to the north. The jagged range split Hjalmarch from Whiterun, casting long shadows across the ...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #35

As Erik stepped out of the Bannered Mare, Geri trotting closely behind him, he paused at the sight of Isran leaning against the inn’s wall, arms crossed and a bemused expression on his face. The morning sun cast a warm glow, highlighting the lin...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #34

After a while of waiting, the noise of Jorrvaskr's hall had quieted, and Erik found himself lingering in the familiar scents of mead and burning hearths. His eyes swept across the carved wooden beams above, noting the history embedded in the very ...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #33

After a brief interrogation by the city guards, who eyed them warily but allowed them through, Erik, Isran, and Geri stepped through the great gates of Whiterun, passing under the looming stone archway.

Beyond the short wooden bridge ...

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #32

Somewhere in the Rift, the cold night air hung heavy, the stars muted by thick clouds overhead. A small campfire crackled softly, its orange glow casting flickering shadows across the surrounding trees. Erik and Isran sat across from one another, ...

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