Author Archives: Brandi Untz

“DOVAHKIIN!” Tara and Katla stared at each other. “What in Oblivion?!” Tara said. The voice had been everywhere. A booming voice that came from above. It shook them for a moment. As if the Divines themselves had spoken. Katla looked to be in awe. She stared at the sky, looking towards The Throat of theContinue reading “4E 201 – Questions”

Tara and Katla sat outside the Sleeping Giant Inn, eating an early dinner. Tara wanted them to go to bed early, so they could leave first thing in the morning. They’d spent the day on errands. Well, after Tara had scoped the town out several times to make sure they hadn’t been followed to Riverwood.Continue reading “4E 201 – When Pedestals Fall”

tw: violence Tara crossed her arms and glared across the dinner table. The fancy dinner table of Sir Gondore Buckingsmith, father of Gaston, the noble boy Father had arranged for them all to dine with. Another pathetic attempt by Father to match her with a boy for marriage. Another attempt to get himself tied toContinue reading “4E 196 – Crushed”

Tara heard a rustle in the bushes and shot to her feet. The assassin struck, but was a split second too late. His dagger glanced off her bracer, as she managed to get her right arm up in time. With her left hand, she pulled out her axe and swung at his hooded head. DarkContinue reading “4E 201 – Wanted”

“Wow,” Tara said. “Impressive, isn’t it?” Katla said. Tara and Katla were walking up the long, stone stairs that wound their way up to Dragonsreach, the jarl’s home and, well, castle. It didn’t look like a castle in Cyrodiil, or in High Rock, but its distinctive design made a lasting impression. Rich wood pillars holdingContinue reading “4E 201 – Lost in Thought”

Tara and Katla crouched behind a rock and studied the entrance to Redoran’s Retreat. The cave had an actual door, so it was probably a former mine, Katla had said. They were northeast of Rorikstead and northwest of Whiterun. The goal was to clear out the bandits, then head down to Whiterun and claim theContinue reading “4E 201 – Building Trust”

“We need a higher point to camp,” Katla said. She pointed up to a cliff across from Rorikstead. “Let’s look up there.” Tara looked up at the cliff, then back at the farm. The spot Lemkil had pointed out they could camp for the night would be cozy, protect them from the wind blowing acrossContinue reading “4E 201 – Playing it Safe”

Tara knelt down in front of Freta’s gravestone. It was simple, like all the others Tara could see in the cemetery. So many others. Falkreath buried a lot of dead. A few citizens she’d met spoke nearly with pride over their suffering, how many they lost to war, or other great events. Placing her leftContinue reading “4E 201 – New Beginnings”

“I saw it with my own eyes,” Tara said. A mix of shock and anger danced across her face. She stood in front of Jarl Siddgeir of Falkreath. She imagined she looked a fright, having run directly from Helgen to Falkreath and then burst into the Jarl’s Longhouse with news of the dragon attack. SweatContinue reading “4E 201 – Katla Hammerheart”

Tara crouched in the shrubbery and studied the bandits. People had said Skyrim wasn’t civilized, but bandits, with a rock trap right along a major road? Truly uncivilized. Weren’t there patrols to keep these things in check? Tara shook her head. Now, she had to decide if she would try to go around them, orContinue reading “4E 201, 17th of Last Seed – A Day To Remember”