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Elisabeth Hollow
post Jul 5 2015, 09:05 PM
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Writing short fics like this keeps me sharp. There's no continuation for any of these. These will be one or two chaptered stories. I won't be concerned with word count, only the content and editing.

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A hiss of pain was all that escaped her lips before her skull cracked against the rock.

Soft shoes padded against the cobbled stones of the darkened streets as the brown-haired man fell to his knees, hand shaking. Tears sprung to his eyes as the only woman who had ever loved him lay dead in front of him, a pool of what was left of her blood creating a blackened halo around her head.

He stepped in it. Gods forgive him, but he stepped in her blood as he ran away. There were no guards chasing him, no angered shouts of mobs, voices roaring with rage as they burned down his cabin. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Roland Jenseric hid out for several days, he thought, though it had been weeks. The nightmare of finding Relfina clutched in the grasp of a vampire was toying with his brain. Nightmares of what he might have done to her haunted him. He wondered more, what did Seridur do with her body?

He had combed the beaches of Lake Rumare, finding nothing. No guards were after him, and she was simply…missing. He would not be missed because of his isolated ways. No…Seridur would attempt to find him, he knew it. Roland was only a simple man, but he would fight to the death.

The days stretched on, with him writing furiously in his journal, re-reading the silly love notes Relfina would write to him and stick in strange places in the cabin. Under a pot was a bit of parchment with a simple heart drawn on, in a cup there were several love notes, each one stuffed in hurriedly. His favorite one was a note tied to a branch of dried lavender that simply said “You’re always in my dreams.” She stuck that beneath his pillow and left it there.

Once, in a frenzy, he decided to find all of them. He tore the cabin apart, determined to find every scrap of paper her lovely fingers had touched. In the short few months they had been seeing each other, Reflina had managed to write nearly fifty separate love notes to Roland, sticking them in odd places. The last time they had visited the cabin, she had sneakily rigged a note to fall when Roland opened a cupboard door. He wept.

He was re-reading another particularly saucy love note from her, the paper creased and smeared from him folding and unfolding it, when the knob jiggled. He was lost in the words, the echoes of her intent leaving him breathless. When you pressed your lips against my neck…

A sword unsheathing caused him to jump up, crumpling the letter in his fist.

“Wait! I know what you’re here for!”

And thus begun Roland’s revenge.

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He thought about burning them. He knew that with each piece of paper that turned to ash and smoke, a little more of his soul would be released. A little more of himself would be ready to heal. But he wasn’t ready to heal quite yet. Instead, he cleaned out Seridur’s drawers and gave them to Cylben and tucked the letter away in the side table next to the bed.

It was hard to act noble in front of The Hero; the same man who killed Seridur would also bring him the ashes of the other vampires he had killed. Roland paid him straight from Seridur’s coffers; an act he felt was justified. Stepping into Seridur’s house didn’t fill the void Relfina had left, but left him with a righteous, victorious indignation. She would be avenged wholly.

Despite what he thought, he was chagrined to see he wasn’t the only one who had lost someone due to Seridur’s vampirism. Roland had found Cylben Dolvalos, Seridur’s bodyguard, hunched with his own scrap of paper on Seridur’s bed several weeks after The Hero brought Seridur’s ashes to the Order. Roland left him in peace, though Grey-Throat commented on what Roland already speculated on, nodding towards a solemn Cylben.

“They were close,” he hissed in Roland’s ear. “Seridur was his Relfina.”

Roland didn’t feel victorious after that.

Still, no amount of scrap paper would convince him he wasn’t where the gods destined him to be. He may be just a man, but he would fight with the tools the gods gave him. And the gods gave him The Hero.


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McBadgere
post Aug 1 2015, 05:49 PM
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Verrah verrah nicely done, on both counts...

Familiar quests but seen from another point of view...Excellent stuff...

Loved them!...Keep 'em coming!...

Nice one!...

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Elisabeth Hollow
post Dec 29 2015, 11:22 PM
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The soft click of heels thudded in Dovesi’s ears.

Click.

Her eyes were screwed shut as her breathing, labored with fear, hissed in and out between her teeth.

Click.

A pool of thick, black liquid lazily meandered its way towards her cheek, pressed against the cold hardwood floor in the second floor.

Click.


She clamped her mouth shut, her eyes still closed, tears leaking. Her lips trembled between her teeth, biting down to keep the pleas for her life in her mouth.

Click.

The smell of iron filled her nose, causing her to open her eyes.. The blood from Nel’s severed head had creeped under the bed. Her heart thudded in her chest as fear screamed in her head. She forced her body to stay still as the owner of the well-oiled heels dragged the tip of her shoe across the floor, catching only slightly in the spaces between the wood. There was a sigh.

“Well, it looks like Nels the Naughty wasn’t very naughty at all,” a light, feminine voice observed. The voice has a slight airy sound to it, an unmistakable sound of smugness dripped into Dovesi’s ears. “In fact, he was quite chivalrous. Up until the end, of course, when he begged me to take you instead of him.” The chuckle was scandalous.

Click.

Another step towards the bed.

“I wonder,”

Click

“If you caught,”

Click

“His expression.”

Something was tossed beneath the bed, and Dovesi screamed. She jumped up, hitting her head on the wooden bars of the bed, knocking the mattress nearly off as she scrambled to stand up. Nels’ empty sockets held her gaze, even as she scrambled past, flipping the bed on its side as she stood up in a hurry, and tripped over his body. She reached for the knob of the door, the one that led into the hallway, to her freedom…

“Oh no, I forgot to tell you,” the voice said behind her. “I locked it. Oh, and don’t bother picking it. You’ll be dead before you can even reach for a pick.”

The voice’s owner had a cruel grin on her face, one that was too wide for a small body such as hers. Her face was bare of any makeup, and her figure boyish at best, shapeless at the worst. Dovesi turned to the still-grinning woman. The blonde woman's dress had been a dark red when she arrived, and now some parts were darker than others. She waggled her blonde brows twice.

“You’re awfully quiet. I really thought you’d beg. I suppose I’ll have to make you.”

Summitmist Manor was a clean, pristine house with two floors, three, if you counted the basement. The beds were neatly made, the kegs filled with mead, and the cupboards filled with food. By the time the murderer was finished, gore painted the ceilings and caked the floors. She posed some of the guests in lewd positions, tying their limbs together with the ripped sheets. The others, she sat at the table, as if read to devour the ripped apart body of Matilde.

The door was left open later that night, when the full moons were at their highest. The Watch guard who found the bodies quit the next day and went home to Bravil, swearing to stay away from anything that resembled what he saw. Another guard penned a memoir. Deep in all their hearts, something dark lurked.

Once in awhile,a yellow-haired woman would stand staring at the house, a strange smiled spread across her face.

Good memories.

Then she would disappear.


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post Jan 10 2016, 01:41 PM
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Nicely done little horror story, Liz, with just enough from Oblivion to be familiar.

Gives a whole new meaning to 'Lethally Blonde'! ohmy.gif


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post Jan 18 2016, 10:47 PM
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Yikes! Summitmist from the other side of the knife. Good memories, indeed. ohmy.gif


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Elisabeth Hollow
post Dec 4 2017, 06:20 AM
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Debating on reviving this for Fallout.


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post Dec 4 2017, 01:29 PM
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QUOTE(Elisabeth Hollow @ Dec 4 2017, 12:20 AM) *

Debating on reviving this for Fallout.

Well you know I vote "yes." Or "aye" or whatever.
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post Dec 4 2017, 05:03 PM
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QUOTE(Renee @ Dec 4 2017, 06:29 AM) *

QUOTE(Elisabeth Hollow @ Dec 4 2017, 12:20 AM) *

Debating on reviving this for Fallout.

Well you know I vote "yes." Or "aye" or whatever.

Khajiit believes the word you are looking for is “yay”, and he agrees.


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post Dec 4 2017, 07:21 PM
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Do it. A good short story is self-contained, and doesn't really the FF background that inspired it. Except to make it even shorter, because the reader has some background you don't need to repeat.


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Elisabeth Hollow
post Dec 4 2017, 07:34 PM
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QUOTE(ghastley @ Dec 4 2017, 12:21 PM) *

Do it. A good short story is self-contained, and doesn't really the FF background that inspired it. Except to make it even shorter, because the reader has some background you don't need to repeat.

You're gonna have to rephrase that, I didn't quite catch it.


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post Dec 4 2017, 10:53 PM
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I'm approximately saying " a short story is a short story, and the Fallout part is less important". It just means you don't have to set the scene so much. In this thread the FF-ness doesn't really matter. Being your short story is enough.


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post Dec 4 2017, 11:21 PM
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Ah, gotcha.


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