Hey guys! I'm Collygon! A blogger here on LL... wait. Dang, it's been such a long time that even I forgot! Just kidding.
Been a while, huh? Six? Seven months? Bah! Who cares. The point is, I'm back and resuming with something simple. If you've been following my tumblr, then you'd know I've been doing a series called: Restitched.
Restitched is a series focused on the redesigns of my characters, show casing their new appearances with stories about their past, present, or future. These stories are ALL CANON! Some are pretty meaningless, and just meant for fun. Others are a big deal, previewing some important plot points in chapter 4. Of course, reading these are not required, but I hope they excite you for chapter 4. One thing to note: some of my character's appearances actually changed again after their restitched post. Not a big deal, but you will notice some changes in Act 1.
So when is chapter 4 coming? Well, I'm considering this post as the "start", but the prologue won't come for about a month. Why is that? Well, I've been thinking of how to best do my uploads going forward. I don't want an inconsistent schedule like last time. So I decided to release posts bi-weekly, or every other week. Since 2 weeks from now is Halloween, I want to make a Halloween post instead of a The Frost of Ages post. The Halloween post won't be just a dump of lewds (Honestly, if you're gonna make a special holiday post, make it an actual special post.), it'll be a legit story, which is why I don't want to do it at the same time as TFOA.
That being said, TFOA Chapter 4 prologue, act 1, and act 2 are already done. I also have another short story that I'm waiting to post. I really though it'd be out by now, but I wanted to release it at the same time as something else, and that something else takes time. When that short story comes out, it will delay the next post by ~2 weeks. I'm going to be very adamant about this 2 week thing, try to anyway.
Anyway, enough of that. I hope you like these stories.
Hunting for Sport
Featuring: Taeyva and Davey
Davey: Shit, shit, shit!
Davey: How is that thing keeping up with me?
Davey: It's a damn tree, for crying out loud! Shit, shit, shi-
Davey: Oh no... Please stop! Plea-
Davey: Errr... Wh-heheh, oh my...
Taeyva: Quit ogling, creep. Look at me and listen.
Davey: ErUhm... R-right... I-
Taeyva: Kill for sport again, and I'll do the same.
In her official reveal, Erinye materializes upon Molag Bal’s shrine in Markarth. Her hunt has taken longer than expected, but soon she will finally reach her prey. All she now has to do is slaughter an army of The Hunger between them.
In the recesses of Markarth's tombs, Molag Bal's Altar shudders as a burst of magic explodes around it.
The Hunger, ordered to guard vigilantly, draws its sword and immediately charges towards it.
Erinye: There you are...
Erinye: That is not going to work.
In an untraceable blur, Erinye lunges forward, summoning a spear out of thin air. It passes through The Hunger's armor effortlessly and without a sound.
Erinye: Too slow.
The Hunger collapses to its knees. It struggles on the floor as the slick ebony over its knees and feet slips across the blood pooling on the ground.
Erinye: Enjoy the pain you feel now.
Erinye: My spear has yet to work her true magic. But you already know that.
Erinye: You knew I was coming. it's why you were put here. I have to give her credit; I though I was stealthier.
Erinye: But it doesn't matter. Her's, and this era's, time has come.
Featuring: Talen and Isabel
The memory never diminished in Talen’s mind; for five years he made sure of that. Now that he wants it forgotten, it burns brighter than ever before.
Talen: No! Let her go!
Isabel: T-Talen... I-I love you so much!
Vampire: Ah, you'll make an excellent addition to our ranks, little one.
Isabel: D-don't. Please.
Talen: Let her go! Don't you dare touch her! Isabel!
Talen: Isabel! Noooo!
Isabel opens her eyes. She blinks; she doesn't know if her eyes are closed or open. Everything is dark; a black that consumes the nothing that surrounds her.
Isabel: What the... Where am I? How did I-
Voice: Well, well, well... You're here early.
The rays of dawn stream into the bedroom of the Blue Palace. Talen sits up after a sleepless night and casts a forlorn stare to the ground.
Every night is the same. If it was just a dream it would be easier; if it was just a dream, it wouldn't be real.
Featuring: Mike and Vorn
The Battle for Riften stole many lives and left more in shambles. Mike knew that being a member of the Dawnguard meant this hardship would come, but he could never be prepared for it. He doesn’t think he ever will.
Vorn: Ahhhh... Great job, Mike!
Mike: Gee thanks. I'm pretty sure if I lose to Davey one more time I'm gonna be broke.
Vorn: Well, I'm not complaining. You always pick my favorite.
Mike: That's because you're the only one who drinks it...
Vorn: Maybe. Either way, Davey won't have his winning streak for long.
Vorn: I'm rooting for you, Mike.
Mike: I'm sorry, Vorn.
Mike: I'm going to miss you.
Mike: I'm not going to try and move on. Not yet.
Mike: Not until the very last fight. I'll make sure you're a part of it.
Mike: One way or another.
Innocence Among Intolerance
Featuring: Dennis and Taeyva
To question one’s belief is to make that belief stronger. But some would say the strongest belief comes from blindness. It is when the eyes are opened that change begins to occur; unfortunately, that is not something everyone can do. For Dennis, it is something he will be forced to.
Forsworn: Die, Vigil!
Dennis: Not likely! Hrah!
The forsworn's blade bounces against the ward, blasting his arm back. Dennis immediately lurches out, landing a finishing blow on his opponent.
Dennis pants, standing over his fallen adversaries.
Dennis: Damn it... These bastards can fight. I-
Dennis cuts off as a green glow begins to resonate in the tent beside him.
Dennis: What the...
The glow brightens as it's maker emerges. Stepping out beyond the shadows, a young girl in forsworn armor and covered in warpaint, speaks out with a hiss.
Taeyva: You move, you die.
Dennis gulps. He drops to one knee and crosses his arms in front of him. He slides his mace back to it's place on his waist.
Dennis: You... You're just a child...
The girl grimaces. A snarl escapes her lips, revealing teeth pointed like fangs.
Taeyva: And you're a murderer.
Dennis: You're right. Yes. But listen, more of my group are coming and they won't like you. I need you to hide, okay? You're just a kid. This doesn't involve you.
Voice: This only involves her, Dennis.
Dennis whips around in shock at the familiar voice of his leader.
Dennis: Wait, Carcette... No! She's just a kid!
Carcette: Oh no, she is much more than that.
Carcette: Men! Restrain the child! We're taking her in.
One Last Job
Featuring: Gerruck, Elyvaea, and Olivia
Life takes people strange places, in strange ways. How one decision can lead to joy or misery is life’s greatest wonder; and life’s greatest fault. As much as Gerruck tries to, he can’t see the wonder anymore; while all Olivia sees is a fault of her own.
Elyvaea: Here we are! Riverwood!
Gerruck tilts his head to Elyvaea. She seems overly excited for what should be a pretty basic job.
Gerruck: Why are you so eager for this? This was literally the last job on the board.
Elyvaea shrugs whimsically, giving a hopeful smile.
Elyvaea: You never know what you're gonna get.
Elyvaea: I don't know, I just have a good feeling about this one.
Gerruck: If you say so.
Elyvaea: We don't have to do it you know.
Gerruck shakes his head. He can't quite figure it out, but while Elyvaea has high hopes for this job, Gerruck can't quite shake a feeling of unnerve.
Gerruck: Nah, we should do it. I trust your gut more than mine.
A smirk crosses Elyvaea's lips.
Elyvaea: Alrighty! Let's go!
Candlelight flickers in the heavy air of the winking skeever. With a shaking, clenched fist, Gerruck pounds the table.
Gerruck: What else was there, Olivia? What?
Olivia can't match his glare. This is as much her fault as it is his, yet their feelings of regret can't be more different.
Olivia: I don't know, Gerruck. I don't know.
Featuring: Castalia and Malkor
A dream is more than someone’s life desire; it is what makes their life what it is. And no one’s dream is worth less than another’s. Unfortunately, not all see it that way. With a dream stolen by destiny, Castalia accepts her role; but she’ll never stop wishing for otherwise.
Castalia: It's beautiful. Secluded and dark, I could hide here forever.
Castalia sighs deeply. She turns her head timidly, biting her lip.
Castalia: We... we could hide here together, you know.
Malkor, leaning against a cold, stone pillar, smiles reassuringly. He casually straightens up and glides to Castalia.
Malkor places his hand against Castalia's cheek. Despite the cold air surrounding them, her body fills with warmth.
Malkor: Of course we can.
Malkor: When this is over, everything can go back to what it was.
Castalia: I'd love that.
With closed eyes, Castalia lets out a breath. She feels her body alleviate, as if she had been holding that breath for years.
Malkor: As would I.
As would I...
As would I...
Castalia opens her eyes. The dream fades and the heavy stone walls of her room snap back into place around her. She breaths in, feeling the pressure fill her once more, puts her head in her hands...