Ven wasn’t much for talking. He had learned this over the past few days but she was always there, always present. With one eye green and the other eye blue it wasn’t difficult to see when she was watching and listening. And she was always watching. Wat...

It was late, most hunters on the boat were asleep but Ven could not shut her eyes. She lay in her hammock listening to the sound of the wind and the rain hitting the wood above her. Somewhere further down the line of swinging beds, she heard someone so...

Out on the sea, waves dancing for miles and miles ahead. It was a view Ven had always loved. She was practically raised in the water so she didn’t mind the long journey to the New World. So far the Commission had been everything she had wanted. A life ...

Ianthe walked the streets of Vivec City, hips swaying to the sound of the night, eyes closed and face lifted to bathe in the light of her beloved moon. She didn’t need to open her eyes to see everything. All was open to her. Centuries had passed and pe...

Ianthe, a name whispered in the dark. A name on the wind, gone as soon as it’s spoken. Ianthe, smooth like absinthe and just as intense. Cool to the tongue, fire to the mind. Ianthe.

There once was a Dark Elf assassin, who loved large tubs to take baths in. Her lover all wet? Her favorite sight you bet! Together they soaked in the basin.

Feet, pounding against the dry cracked ground, heart racing from adrenaline. The chase. She was focused, honed in on her target. They would not escape her blade. Tirsani kept her breathing steady so she would not tire before the one she was pursuing.

The bell struck 9, ringing loudly throughout the castle to let all know the guest of honor had arrived and the banquet could begin. Sybella was draped in a gorgeous blue gown that made her eyes pop and her waist look incredible. She stared at herself i...

Naryu was the exception. She was the only person Tirsani let close, the only person that she wanted to be touched by. How their courtship had begun was strange and the continuation of their relationship perhaps even stranger. They had met saving Mournh...

It was a hot day in Deshaan. Heat and ash mixed in the air and settled in the back of her throat, a taste she was familiar with. It was the same everywhere in the shadow of the Red Mountain, it’s lava became the lifeblood and the doom of all Dark Elves...

Lady Sybella had been back at the Wayrest court for a few weeks now and she was settling into her usual routine. That mostly consisted of bedding Emeric but she was also the lady of misrule which she had turned into a title for herself from the nasty r...

The journey to Wayrest was long, not uncomfortable in her luxury carriage, just long. If Emeric was going to constantly have her traveling all over Tamriel only to summon her back when he missed her(which was often) then he would certainly pay for her ...

Sybella woke to the sound of loud voices coming from downstairs. She rolled around in her silk sheets, refusing to acknowledge the morning. The noise continued. She groaned. It was far too early for wine and that meant she shouldn’t be awake.