Skyrim Glass Armor

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.

Seorang Author Webnovel muak dengan komentar para pembaca yang berkata bahwa MC sangatlah plot armor, Akhirnya Author tersebut menamatkan Novelnya dengan Ending MC Novel tersebut bunuh diri.

A man with a lifelong martial arts background, raised in Asia due to his family's profession, moves to the US for education and work. He discovers Historical Medieval Battles through a colleague and becomes deeply passionate about it. He trains hard and becomes skilled enough to represent his country. During a competition, his armor fails, and he's struck in the head with a two-handed axe, seemingly dying. But is this truly the end?"

In the era of humanity's cosmic expansion, an unprecedented threat emerges: hostile, interdimensional combat organisms invade, unleashing catastrophic destruction across the solar system. To counter these enigmatic beings, humanity develops formidable technologies, including battle cyborgs, enchanted armor systems, and bio-parasitic light warriors. Yet, while the external pressure propels humanity's technological prowess to its zenith, it also fractures humanity's ideals and unity, plunging civilization into deep division. A tale of survival, innovation, and the cost of progress unfolds in the face of an existential crisis.

The hero returns to the empire a dragon’s corpse dragged back. Armor askew. They trudge their way back body tired and broken. Home. They expect gratitude. They expect many things like a higher title. What they did not expect was to become the Royal Guard for the First Princess of the Ixmtaraza Empire. Isabella Desdemona. The hero is pulled into confusing politics and relationships within the castle walls. While without the empires converge and allies are made that could break the Ixmtaraza Empire. 18+ for excessive violence and other triggering content.

A kingdom which was once plagued by demonic cults, and Suffered for it. They thought hunting them down would get rid of them, but the soldiers were to late. Now will the cults final will and testament be the end. Will it be demons or somthing else closer to home. _______

Glass Ballhead es un alma sedienta de respuestas ante su llegada al soul heaven, podra acaso él podra ascender por la torre enfrentandose a hordas de almas en una batalla campal de todos contra todos y descubrir la verdad sobre el cielo de las almas.

A young worker sees his end on the tracks of a train. He prays to an entity to have a second chance and it grants his wish. And he is reborn in a fantasy world of magic and mechas called Armor. But to his misfortune he is living in a game world where he is the VILLAIN. Can the young man named Rudel survive in a world where the world wants him dead for the sake of the protagonist?

Vale Nerine was a strange cake. A cake with different flavors, holding a taste impossible to replicate by human food. And this perfect creature, the perfect cake, could only be gotten by the person in him being crushed to tasteless flour. Mixed with hypnotic sweetness, leavened by a sprinkle of torture. A crack of psych, a melting of resistance, and a glass of defensive apathy. Before being baked by the bakers with precision into this pinnacle of excellence. The five forks had a change of mind. They all wanted a bite.

What is this amazing sword!!?? This Shield too!? Even The Armor!? And This Staff Has A Lot of Magical Energy Into it!? That's what the customers said to me I'm a legendary Blacksmith In my new Life selling armors, shields, swords, and even mage staff.

[Welcome to the 4th Dimension] Ari is a girl who's best friend committed suicide on her 20th. After being sent down a depressed spiral a gift from her aunt gives her a way to bring her back. Using a unique glass of milk she's sent to the 4th Dimension, a place where lost souls can be saved and returned Now with the help of a talking panda bear and some new friends she journeys through to retrieve the souls of people who have taken their own lives and save the life of her lost friend.

Journal entries of a Nobody - I found this journal in the middle of the night on my night stand - there was only one entry in it. As I live alone, I was terrified. As days went by, I found more entries in the journal... then i was scared but I started to believe in magic....The cover of the Journal is Pure Black Leather with the terms Angel & Demon stitched on it with blood red glass-like thread - Thus, MAGIC!

"Awareness" is a dark-themed dystopian novel set in the fractured world of Nova Terra, where humanity's thoughts are no longer their own. Bound by the oppressive grip of the Hotep-glasses worn from birth that manipulate perception and suppress free will-people live in unquestioning submission. But for those known as Familiaris, whose glasses are cracked and distorted, fragments of a forbidden truth begin to surface. These cursed individuals are shunned, feared, and pushed to the brink of madness as their fractured vision reveals the lies holding their world together. At the heart of the story is Kaduri Chazoi, a curious boy who grows into the masked symbol of rebellion, Eleven. Torn between his humanity and his mission, Kaduri leads a desperate fight for freedom against the tyrant Dux, whose traumatic past fuels his obsession with absolute control, and the Veraces, a faction of Familiaris who will stop anyone from toppling the system they fear will plunge the world into chaos. Brimming with psychological conflict, moral complexity, and high-stakes action, "Awareness" explores the fragility of truth, the cost of rebellion, and the unyielding courage it takes to break free from chains-both seen and unseen.

You were the most beautiful under the heavens, a peerless beauty that could topple cities and nations, acclaimed as the most beautiful woman of the age. Did you think no man was worthy of you? You were wealthy enough to rival nations, with power that soared to the heavens, second only to none and above tens of thousands, standing at the very pinnacle of the world's order, where no one dared to meet your gaze? My name is Chen Dong. I could save your lives or take them just as easily.

A Girl ran through a forest shrouded in a deep fog. She was a young swordsman with long blue hair flowing behind him as she moved. Above his hempen clothing, he wore light iron armor and an iron forehead protector. The sword in his right hand, though somewhat small, was sturdily made. Why she was running and who is she a great mystery just started.

Amid a joyous Christmas celebration, friends Jayson and Nikolai along with their workmates, find themselves in the middle of a storm. Jayson woke up inside his friend's video game, which he soon found out was with him in a cell next to his. They were rescued by Malik, and joined the Imperial Legion, reuniting them with familiar faces, their co-workers and boss: Francis, Nica, and Oscar. Together, they find out that they shared the same last memory, and discover they've been transported to Skyrim in different times. Under the guidance of Oscar and Francis, Jayson and Nikolai venture on exhilarating adventures led by Malik. The Civil War looms, testing Malik's loyalty when Olly, a friend of Malik, and a Dragonborn, enters the scene. A tragic confrontation ensues, resulting in Malik and Oscar's demise and Olly's sudden departure after succeeding in eliminating General Tullius. In the cold landscape of Winterhold. Porcia sends Glenn, Maricar, and Erica on a quest to Pyeath Shadowthorn, unveiling Olly's emotional turmoil. Meanwhile, the mischievous Sheogorath weaves chaos for his amusement. A new vampire lord emerges, thanks to Sheogorath. Sheogorath unites Miraak and the vampire lord. The group of Jayson, Pyeath, and Olly himself embarks on a quest to unravel the truth, guided by the Elder Scroll of Ethereal Harmony. At the iconic 7,000 steps, tensions escalate between Olly and the groups of Pyeath and Jayson. Sheogorath soon reveals his orchestrations, warning of an imminent uprising by Miraak and the new Vampire Lord. In response, the "Frost Fall Alliance" is born, uniting the group against the looming war in Skyrim. They face challenges, mysteries, and internal conflicts, striving to maintain harmony amidst the chaos.

Here's a brief synopsis of "The Secret Library of Dreams": Luna, a curious and adventurous young girl, discovers a secret library of dreams hidden within an old, mysterious shop. The library contains glass vials filled with the dreams of others, which Luna can enter and experience for herself. With the guidance of Professor Orion, the shop's enigmatic owner, Luna learns to navigate the dreams and discovers a world of wonder and magic. However, as she delves deeper into the dreams, Luna begins to realize that there is a darker force at play, threatening to destroy the fabric of reality itself.

Deep within the enchanted forest of Lyrinvale lies a shimmering lake, whispered about in ancient tales. To Crown Prince Caspian, it has always been the stuff of myths—until dreams of a mysterious girl lead him to its shores. She is Ellara, bound by a curse that ties her to the woods, her existence shrouded in magic and sorrow. Drawn together by forces beyond their understanding, Caspian and Ellara unravel secrets that could upend both their lives. As royal intrigues clash with ancient prophecies, and forbidden magic sparks between them, they must confront the truth: some destinies are meant to be rewritten, even if it means risking everything. A tale of love, magic, and the courage to defy fate, Whispers of the Glass Lake is a spellbinding journey into a world where dreams hold the key to freedom.

"Alright, listen up, you ungrateful peasant readers. Yeah, you, sitting there, thinking you know better than me about my story. Just because I threw in a little—just a little—plot armor, everyone loses their minds. Like, come on, you dumbshit! It's my novel. If I want my characters to survive an apocalypse by tripping over a conveniently placed banana peel, then so be it. Go ahead, call it lazy writing. Call it bullshit. But I know you love it. You can’t get enough of my endless, godlike creativity. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise." That was what I just typed in a fit of rage before pressing enter and sending it out as an announcement. They will rage, I knew. They will be infuriated, obviously. But I was living for that. However, then… this one weird comment pops up, it says, “Wanna change the storyline of billions of novels with your plot armor?” "Great, another joker." But whatever. I’m intrigued. So I click. And, holy hell, my computer screen goes haywire, flashing like a rave in a mental asylum. A shadowy figure appears, all mysterious and ominous, like it's ripped straight out of one of my more “experimental” chapters. And before I can blink, it says, “Welcome to the Plot Armor Agency. Your services are required. Your task: Rewrite reality.” Plot Armor Agency Server : https://discord.gg/bZJ5v6jA8B Also on RoyalRoad.

Beneath the glittering surface of Arcadia Corp.'s gleaming skyscrapers, a web of secrets, betrayals, and ambition tangles. Emma Hayes, an industrious but unremarkable administrative assistant, finds a cryptic note in CEO Adrian Cross's office: "Trust no one." What begins as a puzzling discovery plunges Emma into the high-stakes world of corporate espionage, where her loyalty and courage are tested at every turn. Adrian, the enigmatic CEO, is fighting his own demons: protecting his late father's legacy, unraveling the treachery within his company, and dealing with a betrayal that cuts close to home. Drawn together by a common enemy, Emma and Adrian form an unlikely alliance-one that sparks undeniable chemistry amidst the chaos. The deeper their partnership, the greater the danger. For every clue Emma uncovers, the saboteur tightens their grip, threatening not just Adrian's empire but also Emma's life. Can two people from such different worlds learn to trust each other before the walls of the glass tower come crashing down? Or will the secrets buried within destroy them both? A tale of love, ambition, and redemption, Beneath the Glass Tower weaves romance and suspense into a fast-paced, gripping tale that keeps readers on the edge of their seats.

This is my life, a life of glass filled with imagination but without any memories. However, what shatters this fragile existence is the cold stone of reality thrown by fate. I don't know where to start, but the end feels inevitable. It's not a happy ending, but at least fate is showing me some kindness. Still, I must begin somewhere.

After a life full of failures, she thought the end was just… the end. But she wakes up in an ironic twist—as a hedgehog! Resigned to a second life behind glass, she’s unexpectedly adopted by an idol~ In the warmth of his apartment, the unlikely pair form an unusual, heartwarming bond.

In a dark night a skinny male walks out of a house shaking with iron armor on and a long diamond sword he walked forward and began scavenging with a torch in his left hand his with people in black robes with crossbows in their hands and a banner with a weird symbol in it follow this man closely i watched intently as i reported it to a gang located in a warehouse.

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

(A/N): Support me with your power stone for WPC 254 Author a simple man with a simple life suddenly died and was given a chance to be reincarnated into another world by one of the strongest Primordial Goddess governing said world, of course under the condition that he must protect said world from monster's called outers, with that in mind he was gifted a single cheat, a free weapon, knowledge on the outers and a one-time use to train in a scenario creation room as long as he wants, but little did he or the Goddess knew at the time, that after he comes out from that room his power would have far surpass the Goddess. P.s: The art is not mine all praise and rights goes to the artist