Author Archives: Brandi Untz

Tara gripped the railing and took a deep breath. Calm down. You need to calm yourself down. She could feel waves building up. Can’t let those loose. Not here. Tara was standing on the top-most balcony at Frostcrag Spire. A small circular balcony, just under the top roof. The view from here was spectacular. SheContinue reading “4E 200 – Frustration”

Algar opened the sealed parchment Tara had handed him and read the message. Tara tapped her foot nervously, caught herself, and stayed still. Algar looked up from the parchment and studied her with his red eyes. Tara couldn’t read his expression. He looked at the parchment again, then back at her. “Shara will show youContinue reading “4E 200 – Whispers”

“Your voice is soooo smexy,” Tara hiccupped at Colin, owner and proprietor of the Tap & Tack Inn and Tavern in Bruma. “THAT’S IT! Off to bed with you,” Eris, Colin’s wife, said. She grabbed Tara firmly by the arm and pulled her off the bar stool she’d been sitting on. “Hey!” Tara hiccupped again.Continue reading “4E 200 – Numb”

The bandits attacked them from all directions. Tara and Freta were camping in the Great Forest, near the western edge, having found a small clearing surrounded by the gigantic oaks, pines, and other trees Tara didn’t recognize, that made up much of the forest. The clearing was a ways in, far from the road, soContinue reading “4E 200 – Anguish”

Tara woke with a start. She reached out next to her…no Freta. Sitting up in the tent, she rubbed her eyes and got her bearings. They were camping near Fort Farragut outside of Cheydinhal. They’d been camping a week. Cheydinhal was getting expensive and jobs hadn’t been as easy to come by. Three months intoContinue reading “4E 200 – The Girl of My Dreams”

“I love it!” Tara exclaimed. “It’s…perfect.” She beamed a huge smile at Freta. Freta leaned in and gave her a lingering kiss. “Nothing like good steel. Check the markings.” Tara lifted the steel war axe and slowly examined it. Most of the markings were what she’d seen on axes throughout Cyrodiil. Then, she spotted it.Continue reading “4E 199 – Good Steel”

Freta sat on a stump on the other side of the campfire, across from where Tara sat on a similar stump. “What are you thinking about?” she asked. “Fire.” Freta studied her. “Not the campfire.” “No.” Tara took a deep breath. “Burning scrolls. Old arguments. Sorry.” Tara ran her fingers through her hair. She heardContinue reading “4E 199 – Stars and Moons, Passion and Fire”

The Nord woman removed her helmet and Tara felt her heart skip a beat. “Where did a Breton like yourself learn, ‘The Dragonborn Comes’?” The Nord asked. She set her steel helm down on the table where Tara had just sat and grabbed the other chair. Blonde hair, the color of honey, spilled down herContinue reading “4E 199 – Honey Blondes and Wooden Swords”

Mira watched the sunlight flash off of Tara’s hair and felt a pang of jealousy. Such a striking red, as if fire and passion had melded into one. Mira’s own black hair felt dull in compassion. She watched her little sister giggle and point at the chickens in the yard. “Chick! Chick, chick!” she giggledContinue reading “4E 186 – Calm and Fury”

“Shut that Breton up!” bellowed the Orc. Tara stopped mid-verse of Ithguleoir. “What did you say?” she asked. The Orc, Shum gro-Ulfish, stared at her, “I said, ‘Shut that Breton up!’” He took a swig of his drink, mead by its amber color. “Tired of your mongrel voice.” “Tara. Don’t,” Barlin said to her. “He’sContinue reading “4E 199 – You Wouldn’t Like Me When I’m Angry”