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It sounds like you are driven. I think that attitude will definitely get you somewhere. Keep us updated.

Parts 1, 2, and 4 are entirely drafted. 2 is definitely the shortest, so I may end up combining it with 1 and post that as a whole. Then again it's likely I'll be posting the entire story as a whole at one time, split into 4 parts.

Chant for the Fallen
The duty of the soldier
Is a truly heavy burden;
War is not romantic
As it’s written in our poems;
A career of watching friends die
In the name of your nation;
Fighting wars and foes
That are not of your creation.

In death there is reward
And lively celebration;
For battle-fallen peace is found
With the gods’ admiration;
Mourn the dead of war
Honouring each soldier’s sacrifice;
But be joyous for the warriors
With The Lady and Father in paradise.

Hail Odin! Hail Freyja!


norsegodcalls

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Grandpa, a veteran of the Korean War, a man who lived with Alzheimers, has passed away as of September 8th 2017 at roughly 9:48 P.M. Gods watch over him...

I have a positive story I made in Skyrim.

My player, Immir, is a skeleton. He experienced death and escaped it, then chose to use his new life for the good--become an adventurer and help others and experience the world for himself unlike he ever could before.

One day Immir traveled down the streets outside Falkreath. Two saber cats lay dead on the ground, and blood followed in a trail to a tree. Immir crept his way over and followed the trail.

Against the trunk of the tree, bleeding and deeply breathing, an orc sat and glared at Immir. He claimed he was old--that it wasn't worth him living anymore and he wanted to die a good death in battle. But Immir rushed to him at this statement for the man was still fairly young. He told the Old Orc he himself had gone through death and it was not worth the pain. There was so much more the Old Orc could do, and Immir wouldn't let him go. He sat at his side, and instead of saying his death tale, he simply told the Old Orc of all the great things he did after coming back. He told his best and most amazing adventures, about finding and befriending his unicorn, marrying his husband, and seeing the world in every way he wanted and never thought he could.

The Old Orc had relaxed at this. Sun had gone from rising to setting by this time, and he knew Immir wouldn't let him go. He asked if, since he was still in pain, he could stay at Immir's house for the night. Immir agreed to this and brought the Old Orc back to his manor to heal him up.

By the next midday, the Old Orc still lay in his bed, lazing away like he never had before. Immir smiled at this, knowing the man had earned his much-needed rest. The Old Orc awakened, enraged that he slept so late and even more so that nobody woke him as would have been at a stronghold. Yet Immir told him this was fine to sleep and that in his house, anyone was welcome to rest after such a fight. His husband cooked up a meal and shared it with the Old Orc and began conversing, Immir joined them, and the Old Orc spent the day relaxing: a thing he had not done before.

At night, the Old Orc prepared to leave. He felt as though he was wasting his time--that he should not sit around and mooch off these people.

Immir saw him preparing to leave. He stopped the orc and told him not to go. He thought back to the bandit raids and the giants attacking the manor and offered the Old Orc one thing: if he did not want to be a burden, and since Immir wanted him to be safe, he could be the housecarl and steward--stay at the manor and protect everyone with his life, fighting and still living peacefully. He could balance everything from relaxation to adventuring and still be safe, get what he needed, have a reason to keep living, and still possibly die in a fight so he could have a worthy death.

The Old Orc smiled at this. He bowed to Immir, drew his weapon and stuck it into the floor. "I'd be honored to serve you," he said. "Thank you for everything."

From that day, the Old Orc lived in the manor with Immir, Asgier, and their two kids, protecting everyone with life and limb and learning to enjoy everything to its fullest.

Finished the first round of edits. My brain barfed up enough to get... somewhere. Not far, though... I'm disappointed but I know the time will come when I'll be able to finish this at last.

I've got my entire Halloween costume now!! biggrin On Monday I'm going to dress up to school in it since it'll be Media Monday, and I'm being Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls.

I admitted a lot of stuff today. I also cleaned off my art desk and I'm feeling good about admitting things. It's going to get better. It is better already. smile

*FADES AWAY INTO THE EARTH, SURROUNDED BY DIRT AND FIRE WHICH TAKE MY VERY PLACE AND FORGE THE WORDS UPON MY GRAVE* IT'S DONE!!!!!!!!!

Ascending Death (6,067 words)