skyrim dwemer forge

In the new era of Blue Star Martial Arts, Demons invaded, and humankind was embroiled in a bitter struggles. Chu Feng transmigrated and arrived on the scene. Armed with the ways of being an overachiever, all he wanted was to once again show the spirit of a die-hard corporate slave and carve out his own piece of the world! No sooner had he been reborn than he was smeared with demons all over his face, but no worries, his golden finger had arrived! He could draw upon the Life Force of slain Demons to transform into Attribute Points, becoming stronger with limitless additions! "What to do when there are no more Attribute Points available?" "Hey, look over there, a lone Demon…" "Sneak up from behind, grab its head, just twist like this! Hey, Attribute Points secured!" … "In this world, having great strength means having everything!" "In my life, with such heaven-defying Martial Arts Talent, do you think I can become a Martial God?" "The path to the Martial God has ended; it's become nothing but old legends? Ha, the path I walk will be the new path of the Martial God!" … This book is also known as "Demons, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate!" "So Easy to Learn, I Think This Move is Really Simple" "Run Fast, the people at the front are haunted" "This Man is More Demonic Than the Demons Themselves!"

A charismatic and talented 3D modeler in his mid-20s, who finds himself mysteriously transported to a world of magic and power unlike anything he's ever known. Unlike the conventional magicians and warriors in this realm, Ailord discovers that his unique power lies not in traditional sorcery, but rather in the ability to manifest his creations from the digital realm into physical reality. As Ailord navigates this fantastical world filled with mythical creatures, ancient civilizations, and treacherous adversaries, he must harness his creativity and technical prowess to forge innovative tools, weapons, and constructs that defy the conventional limits of magic. With his modern military knowledge and expertise in 3D modeling, Ailord becomes a formidable force as he blazes a trail of ingenuity and innovation, reshaping the very fabric of this new world.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

Issac Zaid, a psychiatrist that has risen in popularity over the fact that, whoever enters his clinic, comes out feeling like 'all the negativity of their life was sucked away'. No one knows anything about this man, not even his closest friend, Soren Usoro, who has been trying to find out more about his friend by exchanging numbers with his one night stands but they always disappear the day after they were with him. It did not help that Issac is sometimes covered in bruises and injuries that looked too severe for him to have survived them or the fact that, under his eyepatch, is nothing but an almost empty socket and something glistening in the darkness. What could he be hiding? And why is he not dead from his sugar consumption yet? Five whole cakes a day is not a healthy diet! "Issac! Put that abomination down!" "Sorry, did you want some honey-dipped, chocolate-coated strawberry cheesecake with sprinkles, cherries and coconut shavings, Soren? You can have a bite. I am not sharing the whipped cream topping though." "I DON'T WANT IT!!!"

"Beast Forge? What the hell is that?" He thought while walking out of the alley. The streets were almost empty, with only the homeless wandering around, picking up anything valuable that was dropped. He walked over to join them, still thinking he needed to do this to survive. But as he bent down, a black screen appeared in front of him, with white text displayed on it. [Beast Forge system activated User successfully registered Scanning user... done User has not awakened, cannot use Beast Forge. Analyzing for possible solutions.... done Mission: Run 10 km before 00:00 Reward: Force awakening Failure: Loss of the Beast Forge system Will you accept this mission: YES/NO] discord link: https://discord.gg/zxVEsgC83Y

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic. Why isn't it in the fan-fics then? Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic. Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this. If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

In Forge of Fate, Kalem, a young blacksmith with a unique gift for forging perfectly balanced weapons, discovers a legendary material that draws the attention of powerful forces across a fractured world. As ancient races like Elves, Dwarves, and Humans vie for control of magical resources and hidden secrets, Kalem finds himself at the center of a brewing conflict. His obsession with rare materials and his newfound discovery could either forge peace or ignite a war. With rival factions closing in, Kalem’s craftsmanship will shape the fate of the world—whether for good or ill.

Ethan awakens amd is greeted by ROB. " Hey... sooo... yeah I killed you sorry. But I am compensating by dropping you into a fantasy world with a system. With no memories at that. You're welcome. Byeeee~" " Wait, F*** YOUUUUU....." 'poof' ------------------------------ This is just an idea I want to see but no one wrote about it. I'm not a good writer and would love to see someone else write this but until then you get my sh**y work. If anyone does start writing based off my idea, please let me know, I would love to read yours instead of mine.

A collection of poems of all variant genres. All sparked upon sudden inspiration and fantasy. For those who lack a voice, writing is a vent. Cover picture for this does not belong to me. If messaged about, or brought to my attention. I will remove it in all due respect.

In a realm where cultivators wield weapons bound to powerful spirits, Kai, a humble blacksmith from the outskirts, lives in the shadow of legendary warriors and their spirit-forged arms. While most dream of battles and glory, Kai finds peace in the solitude of his forge—until one fateful night when he discovers an ancient, shattered weapon bearing a faint pulse of life. As he repairs the broken blade, he awakens an ethereal spirit long forgotten, binding him to a power beyond any he could have imagined: the power to craft weapons infused not only with strength but with souls. With each weapon Kai repairs or creates, he begins to unlock secrets hidden within the world’s ancient armories—spirits with voices, memories, and desires. The crafted spirits share a consciousness that reveals the suffering of countless beings sacrificed to forge power. Bound by this newfound connection, Kai realizes his creations wield more than just strength—they hold the essence of those lost in the name of power. As word of his unique talent spreads, Kai becomes a target for ruthless factions who seek to harness his skills, demanding he forge weapons capable of dominance and control. However, Kai’s creations refuse to be mere instruments of war, and an uprising brew among the crafted spirits. Caught between warring clans and his own creations, Kai must decide if he will become a tool of destruction or wield his craft to ignite a revolution of liberation and change. In "The Celestial Forge Master," Kai’s journey becomes one of self-discovery and courage as he forges a path that challenges the very nature of power and sacrifice. With every swing of his hammer, he must face the question: will he be a maker of weapons or a creator of freedom?