Flashback continued: On the creation of the Order of the Nine One year ago, The Throat of the World “I completely agree with my friend here,” Brynjar gestured to Vulthyrol, smiling at the latter’s growl- “dragons are indeed the most powerful and capable of all races on Tamriel. But we have completely forgotten our… Continue reading The Legend of the Frost Chapter 4 : The Storm Breaks
AN: Sorry for the late update. But life must continue, and life rarely gives any of us the liberty to do as we please. Thanks for all the support and reviews. I’ve read them all and will address them separately later on, in the next chapter perhaps?! Depends if there are good enough number of… Continue reading The Legend of the Frost,Chapter 3: Developments
Crags of Tel'Naier, 17 years ago "Now I see why you had so stubbornly insisted on my presence," the elderly man said to his elven friend as they watched the latter's young protégé. The elf smiled, stretching his left hand to pat the side of the massive gold dragon against whose expansive chest they both… Continue reading Dragonborn, Chapter 5: Developments
Chapter 4: Betrayal May 19th, 1901 T.E Ivarstead The last two months since the Battle of Greenspring Hollow had been hectic to say the least, for Eragon and his expanded corps of senior officers. Their area of responsibility had been expanded to cover the whole of the Southern Approaches to and from the Brodding Kingdom.… Continue reading Dragonborn, Chapter 4: Betrayal
The Pale, Skyrim 24th of Frostfall, 4E 409, Early morning. When she came to, she found herself in a cave, lying on soft furs, with a campfire heartily cracking away somewhere to the left and behind her, warming her legs. She could feel her sword, Zirael, lying by her side. Clearly whoever had found her,… Continue reading The Legend of the Frost, Chapter 2: New Allies
Chapter 3: The Invasion The events that followed a week later would take everyone in the military hierarchy by complete surprise and would cost the deaths of thousands... It all started on the 23rd of March, 1901 T.E, barely two days after Eragon and his unit had settled down in the town of Ivarstead. Late… Continue reading Dragonborn, Chapter 3: The Invasion
Welcome to Penstrokes- a blog that will cater to the occasional drive that consumes me to pen my thoughts and ideas and try and give them life... I am a fanficiton writer and most of my written work has been in the Inheritance Cycle Universe under the name of binayak95... I hope to bring other… Continue reading WELCOME!!
They had found her, once again, it should not have taken her by surprise, they always did find her- but she had managed to hide in this world for the longest so far, four whole peaceful months.
This is one of my earlier attempts at fanfiction, a crossover between The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim and the Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini. Riverwood, late night. September 15th, 1897 T.E It was late at night, the sun's absence should have meant that the world outside should have been hidden under a veil of darkness, but it wasn't so. For the moon was in full bloom, casting a pearly white light over the town and the surrounding countryside. The town itself was completely still. With only a few hours till dawn, everybody was resting, everybody, that is, except for the night guards and the young blacksmith who was hammering away at a plate of red hot steel beside his roaring forge. The young man in question couldn't sleep at all, his mind haunted by strange images and sounds for the last few days. The fact that he was unable to recollect any of his dreams only made it worse, leaving him with a sense of approaching doom. His uncle and cousin were due to return by the next day's afternoon from their trip to the northern mines... He hoped that they were safe and that they had made profitable deals. He allowed the chest plate of the steel armor he was crafting to cool down, it was almost done, and allowed his mind to wander. It had been three weeks since they had left, leaving him in charge of the forge and the shop for the first time. He felt he had done reasonably well... having received and completed orders for three sets of light scale armor and several new battle axes - a very popular weapon for hunters and mercenaries in the region. Thinking of weapons led him to the shop and thence to the display rack behind the main counter where a brand new steel warhammer awaited it's owner. He had completed the weapon on the previous night, as a gift for his cousin. It would suit his combat style and his heavier build... So much like uncle Garrow's... The shaft he had wrought out of a thick heavy branch of seasoned oak, whittling it with a draught till it had achieved his desired measurements... He had then taken the wooden shaft and dipped it whole into a tub of molten copper- steel alloy producing a thin but strong layer. He was sure that the shaft would block the heaviest of weapons and not buckle. The hammer itself was one solid piece of tempered steel, the finest he could produce with a large round face, with the edges slightly curving inwards and a thick spike on the other end with a through hole in the middle for the shaft. The heavy head was balanced by a ball of lead on the other end of the shaft, about the size of a large apple. Overall the weapon was about four feet tall. He was very happy with the… Continue reading Dragonborn, Chapter 1
Chapter 2: Beginnings March 19th, 1901 T.E Therinsfjord Both cousins had quickly risen through the ranks, thanks to both their prowess and strong moral fortitude. Very early on in their careers, the cousins had to part ways- Roran preferred to fight with both his feet planted firmly on the ground, with his brothers in arms… Continue reading Dragonborn, Chapter 2: Beginnings