Sequel to The Price of Vengeance. Time keeps marching on, regardless of who it tramples in its passage. And yet, most people don't notice how its route is always a circle. Civilizations rise, and fall. At the end of the day, that is the one truth: change is the only constant. My name is Sha'ir al'Arakh. My men know me as the Desert Viper. I have led campaigns, have killed more than I kept count of, and generally, am someone you shouldn't really piss off. The last battle I'd fought was when Hammerfell chased out the Aldmeri Dominion. I harbor a particular hatred for them after all they'd done to my country. Even years later. So when they attack Skyrim when I happen to be there on a trip, of course I get involved. After all, simply sheathing a sword doesn't change its nature. It remains what it was forged to be, waiting for a new reason to be withdrawn. And it looks like I have one now to unleash all I'd locked away these past few years. I am Sha'ir al'Arakh. And this is my story.

A sequel to the first book, Down the Dark Path, Shadows of the Dark Path, seeks to answer the unanswered questions at the end of Down the Dark Path from the perspective of a new character in the same world. Back at Helgen, the twins Halund and Halvar, the sons of Hadvar the Imperial Warrior are witnessing their first ever execution. Explore the journey of Halund through the land of Skyrim as everything goes horrendously wrong in Helgen as Alduin appears and wreaks havoc on the village. Follow him on an emotional journey of great hardship and ultimately revenge.... Also a special thanks to Zahkriiven, for pointing out and correcting the mistakes that I had made and still am making....

This is a Skyrim Fanfiction depicting the story of the Dark Brotherhood quest-line through the life of a male Nord called Ivarr...with a modified story line, of course. Ivarr is an adventurer by profession, Dragonborn by nature and good at whatever he does. He loves sneaking up on people and shooting arrows in their knees. But during one such adventure, Ivarr meets a young boy named Aventus performing a dark ritual called the Black Sacrament and gets pulled into a mysterious guild - The Dark Brotherhood and a new adventure begins.

Ven was nine years old when a raid destroys everything she knows and loves. She knows only one word to identify the people who did this, but that is quite enough- Imperials. A decade later, while returning from Cyrodiil, she is captured by the Imperials at the border and is sent to her execution unjustly. However, she meets the Stormcloaks, who fight for freedom from Imperial rule, and escapes her death thanks to a dragon attack, while learning she is not alone in despising the Empire. Ven is now going down a path of revenge and will stop at nothing to see it through. However, will it destroy her in the end? Or will she find peace instead? This is the story of the main quest line, followed by a much modified Civil War quest line. To my fellow authors Adhyanth and Malgeres for all the encouragement, input and motivation you give me. And to those who care enough to spend their time reading this, thank you. The sequel The Fall of Empires is here: http://my.w.tt/UiNb/1AC1Co5nKx

*A tale set in the world of Skyrim* *The first in the Arch-Mage Trilogy* The Dragonborn has disappeared. Alduin has yet to be destroyed. Rowlen Mabierre, a Breton, joins the College of Winterhold in the hopes of becoming powerful enough to do what the Dragonborn did not. However, his ultimate goal is tossed aside when he and his classmate discover something hidden deep within Mzulft. Meanwhile, the Arch-Mage of the College embarks on a journey across Skyrim.... Disclaimer: I do not own any of the media images used in this story. The plotline and characters mentioned in this story belong to the author. The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim is a copyright of Bethesda Game Studios. Mature content: Profanity and violence, sexual themes. Reader discretion advised.

Helvia Abgrall, a naïve and restless young Breton farm girl, leaves her comfortable and uneventful life at her family's farmstead in High Rock in hopes of attending Skyrim's College of Winterhold, as she longs to learn more about magic and how to use it, as well as to improve upon her own natural aptitude. However, she's anything but prepared for the journey that lies ahead of her. She's inexperienced, clueless, nearly incapable of fending for herself, and her lack of common sense is almost unreal. However, she's determined to make a better life for herself than the one she had before, and her resolve alone might just be enough to help her reach her goal. Well, that is, if things were going in her favor to begin with. There is another force that seeks to divert her path to a less pleasant venue, and it is far stronger than she is. In order to keep herself from losing sight of why she even left home in the first place, she'll have to stay ahead of a surprisingly powerful, on-the-rise faction in a foreign land - and she won't be able to do that alone. This aspiring mage will travel alongside pickpockets and pariahs, mercenaries and monarchs, and many more intriguing inhabitants of the province of Skyrim on the way to achieving her dream - and, just maybe, she'll befriend a few of them along the way way. But her path will not be an easy one - at least, not the one that she's hoping to take. She will have to make sacrifices and learn to adapt to unfavorable outcomes, and, in the end, she may learn that following her dreams might not be in her best interest.

"You seem awfully melancholy, ma'am. May I ask what's ailing you?" He is sincere in his words, but I know he's just asking to be polite. "Aye, the better question is what isn't troubling me," I mutter gloomily. Before the kind Bosmer can respond, his rude Nordic friend interrupts. "You look like you just crawled out of a cemetery. Are you sure you aren't one of those draugr come back to life?" He laughs and claps the Bosmer on the back heartily. A humorless smile plays on my lips, "Don't worry, friend." I put extra venom into the word 'friend.' "I've been dead far too long to come back to life." ••• Winter Iron-heart is a Stormcloak soldier with a heavy weight on her shoulders. She carries the burdens of guilt, sorrow, and regret. After helping the Stormcloaks to victory, she should be happy. Relieved. Joyous, even. But Winter can't forgive Ulfric, her fellow soldiers, or herself. Herself especially.