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Specimen 176- Consciousness successfully transferred. Specimen 177- Consciousness successfully transferred. Specimen 178- Consciousness successfully transferred. The list was truly staggering not in just its length but in its implications. To the Templar, it was heresy. To the conclave, it was sacrilege. To the Judicator...it was necessary. With a dash from a blue, scaled finger the list moved again going further down till the same appendage stopped the page's scrolling. Specimen 253- Consciousness successfully transferred. Specimen 254- Consciousness successfully transferred. Specimen 255- Consciousness successfully transferred. They

A novel by Quintenious Varecien Distributed by the Tamrielic Writers guild-Imperial city Division. Mass produced in conjunction with Black horse carrier. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- An unnatural calm had settled over the Topal bay. The seagull's cries were silent, and nary even a rat scurried across the stone harbor. It was unsettling to many and it seemed even the waves had somewhat calmed; the once high crests now only gently lapping across the arenaceous shore and along the hulls of the powerful wooden vessels docked there. With a fla

The remainder of Verick's journey had proved to be far less eventful than the day prior, and, for that, Verick was thankful. He continued his brisk pace along the Green Road, his attention far less focused on the surrounding vegetation and wildlife and instead, directed towards the long object hidden within the folds of his cloak. It had taken a small amount of time, but he had managed to take the leather baldric and sheath that had previously held his steel sword and managed to make enough changes to it that it would accommodate Verick's new blade with little trouble...until he could get a proper one that is. Since the moment Verick had ret

It was the starting weeks of the first seed. The landscape that had once been covered in a blanket of white snow now began to be replaced with lush grass and foliage. Flowers of every color bloomed through the forests and fields along the green road, their pleasant scents filling the air, causing the young blade to take a deep breath, letting every scent and smell of the landscape fill his senses. It washed him in a sense of calm; all of it, from the pleasant smell of flowers to the sounds of nearby wildlife that gave the man a curious glance before skittering off into the woods. Verick's journey since he had left the Imperial City had been

The White-Gold Tower; The crown jewel of the Cyrodillic empire. For millennia it had stood proud, it's very tip brushing against the white clouds that rested high in the sky, and it's shining surface reflecting the golden rays of the dawning sun. The Tower stood as a beacon of hope and security for the empire's citizens, its protective shadow casting over the city with the setting and rising of the sun. Within the great halls of the Tower stood the greatest assembly of knowledge in the entire empire. It's shelves holding ancient tomes from as far back as the first era and, locked away deep within the athenaeum, rested the legendary Elder Scr

They have finally come for Bezanji, the feline thought to herself as she hurriedly scrambled about her small room, quickly throwing provisions and documents into a small satchel while her sensitive ears listened to the pounding on the front door below her. She nervously bit her bottom lip as she rapidly made her way to her desk, an inkwell and a quill sitting next to each other while a half finished letter sat neatly on the wooden surface illuminated only by the soft glow of a candle. She grabbed the quill and quickly dipped it into the ink before hurriedly scrawling onto the letter This one must hurry else she is caught... they pound on Be