skyrim armour

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.

A passionate cook transports to a medieval world where Magic and Mystical creatures exists. He regret not being able to reach the apex of cooking back on earth before he got transported. But now that he is on a totally new world with unknown ingredients, will he be able to continue his dream of making unbelievable new dishes? But there is always a catch, how can he serve dishes as a monster? With his modern knowledge and dishes from Earth, what will be the impact on this brutal and underdeveloped world? You will never look at ingredients the same way ever again! ‐----‐-------------------------------------------- Hi guys! Author here! I am new to writing, So pls. be gentle :p i just want to share my passion of cooking in writing format. As a fan of webnovels, its my dream to make one of my own.

Is it wrong to love someone you just met? Is it wrong if it’s another woman? This is a love story between two women who met by chance. Set in modern times in Europe. Nym- a 26 year old woman. Tall and chivalrous, but is she willing to share her darkest secrets with someone she barely even knows? Will her past be brought to the light and will her lover leave her after learning it? Charlotte- a lovely young woman from The Alps. 24 years old; innocent and extremely nice, but will this lead to her ruin? Will she accept that everyone isn’t as nice as she thinks? Thus our adventure begins

The world ended. Zombies and monsters rose. Cities crumbled. And Merek? He woke up in the apocalypse with a job that lets him create armor for lingering souls—spirits without bodies, desperate for purpose. Turns out, the dead don’t rest easy. Some are angry. Some vengeful. Others? Just lost. When Merek binds them into steel warframes, they don’t just fight... they evolve. Now, he leads a legion of the undead—ghosts in armor, bound to him by oath and fate. Faction leaders call him mad. Warlords want him dead. And God? If He’s watching, He’s not talking. Merek was supposed to die with everyone else. Instead, he got a support type job no one’s heard of... and a shot at rewriting his pathetic Earth-life. In this world, only the fittest survive. And Merek? He’s got undeads in steel at his side.

In a cruel world where the strong thrive, the weak are left in the dust, only waiting to die. Protagonists are one big example. They are blessed. They have the knowledge, strength, ability, luck, or even wealth to back them up. However, what does a mere disposable background character has? Loi Krist, someone with no talent and affinity with anything, is treated less than livestock. But he persevered and kept living on all for the sake of his family. Yet, his family was falling apart as his poisoned mother slowly drifts to the underworld. As a last-ditch effort, he decided to risk his life going to the region of death, searching for the rumoured Artifact of Life that can turn his fate around. The region of death, a cold biome that is home to many vicious monsters, has taken many lives. The cold burns on his skin yet he kept moving, even on the verge of death. However, just like any other adventurers, he succumbed to the cold and died. Seconds later, he is suddenly greeted with a familiar scene. Miraculously, he went back to the past with all of his memories intact? And he has seemed to gain some sort of ability to extract the plot armour of various characters in his world. Talents, Abilities, Affinity, Cultivation, Knowledge, Anything that can make him stronger and allow him to survive in situations he shouldn't are plot armour. And he will extract them all from the blessed! -------------- Original Novel. The cover isn't mine. Email me at [email protected] if you are the owner and you want me to remove it.

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.

Rio never expected an orphan like him to be the reincarnation's king of a magical land named Neferty. After being taken to another world by Revan, a parrot who turns out to be the king's aide, he joined a journey to collect eight holy armor to overthrow the evil tyranny that rules Nefertyland. Could Rio bring back prosperity and peace to the hearts of the people of Neferty? Then, why is Revan considered bringing the wrong person?

Camila Wilson was stranded on her way to the city... when she taught that there is no way out, Clinton Johnson came to her aids. she refused to stay at the hotel and ask Clinton Johnson to take her home with him. she leaves without having the chance to say thank you and goodbye. she plan to make another visit to his mansion... but who knows! if this visit will seal their fate!!!!

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"