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My name is Isaac and I’d like to ask you something. Have you ever heard of The Wandering Jew? I mean, I’m guessing not, but to those who know whom I am talking about, good for you knowing your Biblical History. The rest of you who have no idea whom I am talking about, listen up. There was a man named Ahasuerus, back when Yeshua (I’m using The Name Yeshua, instead of Jesus, because that is his actual name) was walking to the hills of Golgotha. The Man stood in the crowd, right in the front, before Yeshua marched towards his Crucification, and mocked him. Uncaring of Yeshua’s current situation. “Go faster, Yeshu

I do not own the Elder Scrolls Series...Damn. - - -  - -- - - -- - -- -- - - -- - - Shovolo was sitting on a wooden chair sipping ale from a bottle in front of the fire. He took a break from the ale to study the house. It was small, but comfortable. With a small fire to brighten the entire room. Bookshelves lined the room. Signaling that this man was not only a warrior but a scholar and a tactician as well. If they were going to have a chance. They were going to need his intellect. Tom was standing across from Shovolo, while Aela was leaning up against a wooden beam still disgruntled about being shafted by Tom to listen to this elf. "So,

After several hours of trekking, the duo had finally returned to Whiterun. It was morning and the day was about to start. Belethor and his apprentice were carrying supplies to his store in order to sell them, Arcadia was opening her doors for her customers, and Adrianne was working her forge making new weapons and armor. Tom and Onmund then partook in their favorite pastime which was to sell all of their valuables to Belethor leaving him penniless, and then buying charged soul gems giving Belethor his money back, and then starting the process over again and was immature, sure, but it was all in good fun, and they always made sure that Beleth

I have no money in my wallet, so Skyrim and the Elder Scrolls Series don't belong to me. /-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/- Tom Braider was on top of a mountain thinking about what he had accomplished. In less than a year after he had left home to come to Skyrim. Tom Braider had almost been executed, learned he was the Dragonborn, slayed numerous dragons, became Thane of Whiterun, bought a house, became a werewolf, joined the Thieves Guild, studied the way of the voice with the Greybeards, almost got killed by Mercer Frey, became a nightengale, became Harbinger of the Companions, gotten married, spied on the Thalmor, learned to control his Thu'u

Skyrim is property of Bethesda. -/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/- Skyrim. A land of ice and might. Home of the Nords. The bravest warriors in all of Tamriel. And recently, home of the long forgotten dragons of legend and lore. Alduin, the World Eater, had returned to fulfill his prophecy. To end the world and devour the souls of the Nords. However, another had come forward to combat Alduin... The Dragonborn had returned to fulfill his destiny of defeating Alduin, and that he did. After an epic battle in Sovengarde with the help of the ancient warriors who had banished Alduin to begin with, The Dragonborn had defeated Alduin, Nirn was again