Torin reached for the iron handle of the Harbinger’s door, his hand stopping an inch short as the heavy oak panel swung inward on its own.
Aela stepped out, her movements as silent and fluid as always.
She pulled the door almost shut...
2026-01-08 11:20:52 +0000 UTC View PostTorin shouldered open the heavy door of Jorrvaskr and walked into a wall of sound. It wasn’t the usual low rumble of conversation and clinking tankards. This was a full-throated roar, a chorus of cheers, jeers, and shouted encouragement that bou...
2026-01-07 12:51:10 +0000 UTC View PostI was ambushed by a series of random errands today so I didn't have time to write a chapter. What time I had left was just enough to turn something that's been bouncing around in my mind into this...
Rain had fallen earlier, leaving the stre...
2026-01-06 17:28:14 +0000 UTC View PostThe morning sun was just beginning to burn the chill off the stone of Whiterun when Torin shouldered his way through the main gate. The city was waking up in earnest, and the familiar, chaotic symphony of its daily life washed over him.
The ...
2026-01-05 10:26:18 +0000 UTC View PostTorin stood in the flickering gloom of the cavern, half-naked, barefoot on the cold stone, and glared at the robed figure with a fury that was white-hot and utterly justified.
He was, to put it mildly, not in a good mood.
The hooded figure moved through the entrance of the Broken Fang cavern like a shadow slipping into a deeper dark. His boots—fine, supple leather, utterly out of place in the dusty wilds southeast of Rorikstead—scuffed softly against the stone ...
2026-01-03 08:08:51 +0000 UTC View PostTorin walked away from the heavy timber gates of Dushnikh Yal with a satisfied, if weary, smile on his face. A new, densely packed canvas bag hung from his shoulder, its strap biting into his tunic. With every step, the weight of his purchase made...
2026-01-02 04:37:29 +0000 UTC View PostGhorbash’s frown deepened, a ridge of thick brow shadowing his eyes. “Do you even understand what you’re saying, boy?” His voice was a low rumble, like stones grinding together.
He shook his head slowly, the movement stiff from the b...
2025-12-31 08:36:33 +0000 UTC View PostSeeing that Ghorbash was well and truly in a fighting mood, Torin didn't bother with further taunts. Words had done their job. He simply reached over his shoulder, his fingers closing around the familiar, comforting haft of his warhammer.
He...
2025-12-28 21:04:00 +0000 UTC View PostAn hour later, with the sun fully risen and the morning chill beginning to burn away, Torin and Echo left their assigned lodging. Both were fully awake, the bear having finally deigned to start her day after a substantial breakfast of raw meat and...
2025-12-27 18:30:08 +0000 UTC View PostThis for those of you in my discord server. If you got a private message from me with a link, please don't click it. If you did, and you're on PC, I highly recommend you change your discord account's password.
I'm very sorry for any a...
2025-12-25 23:24:50 +0000 UTC View PostAs Torin followed the female Orc—who had introduced herself as Murbul, mother of the current chief, elder and wisewoman of the tribe—his eyes naturally wandered, taking in the stronghold’s interior.
It was just as vast from the inside ...
2025-12-24 15:50:25 +0000 UTC View PostTorin frowned, his senses snapping to high alert. His eyes scanned the surrounding trees, the rocky outcrops, the riverbank—searching for any flicker of movement, any hint of an ambush. Echo’s continued low growl was the only sound besides the...
2025-12-23 15:54:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe next morning, inside the Silver-Blood Inn, Torin sat at his usual corner table, mechanically working his way through a bowl of oatmeal. Echo was on the floor beside him, noisily devouring a bowl of meat scraps.
The routine quiet was brok...
2025-12-21 14:52:12 +0000 UTC View PostAn hour and a half later, under the watchful, impatient eyes of Torin, the guard, and a still-lurking crowd, Jorvan finally lowered his hammer. He barely resisted the urge to let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure relief. The shield was… done.<...
2025-12-20 14:50:55 +0000 UTC View PostThe next day dawned grey and damp, a typical Reach morning. In the smithy, Jorvan was pacing back and forth like a caged bear, his mood as foul as the weather.
A daunting pile of work lay before him: a stack of broken picks and shovels from ...
2025-12-19 13:24:13 +0000 UTC View PostIt goes without saying that Torin was shocked. Out of all the things one might expect upon returning to a rented room—a mess, a thief, even a particularly bold skeever—the sight of an Orc warrior-smith calmly waiting on your bed was very, ...
2025-12-18 13:20:08 +0000 UTC View PostHey everyone,
Just wanted to give you a quick update on why things have been quiet. My uncle (on my mom's side) had been unwell for a while, and since we live close by, I've been helping care for him. Sadly, he passed away yesterday, so thin...
2025-12-17 10:19:16 +0000 UTC View PostThe Nord smith, his argument with the Orc woman apparently spent for the moment, finally seemed to notice Torin’s presence. His eyes widened slightly, and a flicker of something like alarm crossed his florid face. He quickly pulled the frustrate...
2025-12-15 10:59:19 +0000 UTC View PostOne day later, as the sun bled its last fiery light over the jagged peaks of the Reach, Torin and Qasim finally laid eyes on their destination. The city walls of Markarth, the capital of the hold, rose before them, ancient and imposing, with Echo ...
2025-12-13 10:33:46 +0000 UTC View PostEyes narrowing against the spirit’s ethereal glow, Torin spoke up, his voice cutting through the spectral chill. “Alright. Who are you? And what is it you want?”
The massive, armored spirit seemed to ponder, the blue light of its form ...
2025-12-12 07:12:42 +0000 UTC View PostHey everyone,
You might have noticed I switched the pricing from USD to EUR. That's because Patreon finally lets creators outside the U.S. get paid straight to their bank—no middleman (Payoneer) needed!
The thing is, my country's pol...
2025-12-09 06:30:42 +0000 UTC View PostTorin’s stunned silence was broken by the creak of the stairs. Qasim descended with calm purpose, his curved sword held low and ready, while Echo padded hesitantly behind him, her nose twitching at the strange, cold energy in the air.
“A...
2025-12-09 06:19:39 +0000 UTC View PostThe innkeeper gave Torin a strange, sidelong look as his laughter finally died down. “Oh? And what did you imagine this place was, then? A den of cutthroats? A coven of witches?”
Torin’s laughter cut off instantly, r...
2025-12-07 06:53:07 +0000 UTC View PostTorin leaned back in his chair with a deep, satisfied sigh, pushing the now-empty platter away. It had been a masterpiece of roasted meats—thick slices of tender beef, venison seared to perfection, and even some surprisingly flavorful mutton. 2025-12-06 06:24:41 +0000 UTC View Post
After a full day of picking their way across the Reach's unforgiving, stony ribs, they were all feeling it. Torin’s feet ached in his boots, Qasim moved with a quiet weariness, and even Echo’s usual boundless energy had faded to a slow, ploddi...
2025-12-05 02:49:54 +0000 UTC View PostLife in Skyrim had a way of taking the simplest plans and snapping them over its knee. It was a land of strange twists and stranger turns, where a straightforward errand could spiral into a saga before you’d even finished your morning ale.
The common room of the Dead Man’s Drink was quiet, the way only a Falkreath tavern could be. The air was thick with the smell of stew and woodsmoke. Torin sat at his table, the new amulet cool and surprisingly light against his chest.
He s...
2025-11-30 21:49:13 +0000 UTC View PostThe small, hidden camp felt hollow now, its owner nothing but a cooling corpse wrapped in a spare cloak a mile back. Torin sat on a mossy log, the dead bandit's journal open in his hands.
He’d found it tucked in a small, lockbox under a pi...
2025-11-29 22:38:22 +0000 UTC View PostTorin’s fingers wrapped around the haft of the silver throwing axe, the cool metal a familiar comfort. His world narrowed to a single point: the golden-skinned elf staggering back, swatting frantically at the embers smoldering in his hair and fu...
2025-11-28 20:38:50 +0000 UTC View Post