Lexicon Receptacle Skyrim

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.

In the world, every book was more than just a collection of words. It was a vessel of latent energy, imbued with ancient knowledge and untapped potential, people could unlock special abilities by reading books but power depended on emotional and intellectual resonance of the person with the books he or she read. The more understanding you had about the books you read, the more stronger you get. The power could be gained after awakening a lexicon. Lexicons were leather-bound tome adorned with intricate golden filigree and strange symbols that shimmer in the light. The cover was worn, with cracks and creases etched into its surface like the lines on a wise elder's face. The lexicons were large measuring approximately 12 inches tall and 8 inches wide. The color of the leather binding was a deep, rich brown, while the pages within were soft, creamy yellow.  The first lexicon was said to have been made by an ancient order of mystics, who infused the book with their collective knowledge and power. Over the centuries, sorcerers created ritual techniques to create personal lexicons where people's knowledge gained through the books they read became their power. Slowly and steadily the personally created lexicons drew knowledge from the minds of its wielders and molded it into their power.  There were three types of lexicons; the ones that contained magical text, the ones that contained fictional text and the ones that contains non-fictional text and historic text. Among these three main types of lexicon there were rare lexicons which came with unique powers, world-altering powers. In spite of of all these books came the forbidden lexicons that were mostly not awakened but learnt. The forbidden lexicons were hated by societies and were banned from use of people. There were also limits and risks with use of awakened lexicons which was termed 'lexicon fracture'. It was experienced when people had mind breaks from wrong usage of their awakened lexicons. Our main character rises from the lowest to highest in spite of the mockery that "He was never meant to even have a Lexicon." Follow the story for more...

Neither Skyrim nor the art is mine, and I claim no ownership. (if asked I will remove it) Those that serve the mistress of Night are known as Nightingales. Thievery, cunning, and ambition are characteristics that makes up any Nightingale. Born into the guild and raised to steal and cut throats, Rava is the best weapon in the arsenal of Nocturnal, too bad his talents are wasted being a glorified bouncer. Now with his chance to truly live the life for himself, he might decide he's not too keen on continued existence in the infinite void after death

In the ethereal realm of Mythos, where the boundaries between imagination and reality blur, the mythologies we once deemed fanciful now pulse with life. Here, gods stride alongside monsters, and faiths interlace like threads in a cosmic loom. Their journey unfolds against a backdrop of mythical creatures, as well as myths and legends. The Kingdom of Solaris, its spires kissed by celestial light, stands as both sanctuary and crucible—a beacon of enlightenment and aspiration. Within this hallowed domain, twelve luminous souls tread the marble halls of the venerable Solaris Academy. Each hero bears a celestial bond—their essence entwined with a Constellation. These astral patterns, the “Constellation System,” bestow upon them singular gifts: a symphony of abilities, a lexicon of powers. As the aspiring heroes navigate the labyrinthine corridors of Solaris Academy, they grapple with destiny’s enigma. Will they ascend, their Constellations ablaze with purpose, unlocking the vaults of cosmic wisdom? Or shall they falter, their divine potential dimmed by doubt and shadow? Thus, their saga unfurls—a symphony of trials, a tapestry of legacy. For within their footsteps lies not mere legend, but a Divine Legacy.

After waking up without sight, arms or legs a little slime will have to face the strange world he finds himseld in by growing stronger and protecting the ones he care about. Will he be able to live a peaceful life or be crushed by the expectations of everyone around him? (This is my first book so please don't expect much) (yes there will be grammer errors because English is not my first language) (I do not know all of the lore or information regarding Tensura or Skyrim so don't be hurt because I missed something or did something wrong)

Somehow, I don't know how for sure, though, I've been sent to the world of my favorite game, Skyrim. The longer I'm here, the more I notice that this world is real. Not simply realistic, but real. Everything I do has an effect on the world, either good or bad, especially in the case with the storylines. I love Skyrim, but I'm not going to be able to survive here, right? How do I get out? Getting out isn't even the beginning of my problems. The longer I stay here, the more I realize – things are different, and not necessarily for the better. -------------- As embarrassing as this is, this is a Skyrim fanfic. It's probably permanently in progress, as I'm mainly just using it as a drawing board to practice writing storylines for games. Writing it out is just a fun way I've got for going about it. I've also written this in a style so that people who haven't played any of the Elder Scrolls series of games can read it as well. I warn you, though, there's a *lot* of words. Side note: I've also got this story on other sites/apps, in case you want to read it there. -------------- This is also a challenge to That Guy Right There. This is a combination of how I would write the fanfic you made, along with the fact that I got tired of waiting for the author, That Guy Right There, to finish his story, "Living Skyrim." It's pretty good, y'all should check it out. However, Guy's mc is an asshole, so I warn you now. The puns he makes are also kinda bad. So I challenge you, Guy. I'm gonna write my version of how it'd go, and you finish yours (unless you died.) This is a direct copy from my work on my other accounts on various reading/writing apps. Check that one out, too. It doesn't matter to me which you support, cuz I'm not monetized by any. I'm just the writer, man.

***WARNING!! BL! YAOI! BI CONTENT! SMUT!!! MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. *** Also, please feel free to give me some feedback. Try to see if anyone’s interested or places for improvements. Thanks! Posting to Royal Road —————————————————————————— In a world of myth and magic, where reality was bent by mana and the divines, powerful mages ruled and dominated the world. They set and manipulated the rules and laws to their liking. Many fell prey to their wants and desires. Others fell over into their graves from wrongly crossing a mage. It was almost impossible for the common folk to do anything about their treatment. It was best to steer clear. The common folk were not well treated, but they were not the bottom of the barrel in their society. Slaves. Slaves were the outlets to those in higher society. They were vented upon the deepest desires and fantasies of the privileged, or became objects of their cruelty. Once bound, it was difficult to escape. The consequences to freedom were dire. Curses of the divines were not to be messed with. There was a unfortunate man dealt an unlucky fate. When he was starting to be able to finally walk, he was already forced with the burdens of his terrible family. An unwanted product from the trysts of his promiscuous father, his fate was sealed when he taken in instead of left abandoned at the orphanage. Hated and disgusted by his step mother and step siblings, he was scorned and beaten daily. He was nothing but a trash receptacle for their abuse. His father was no better. His only intention was to sell him into slavery for some gold coin. His wife only agreed to take in the bastard for the greed of money. He was forced duties around the house, and later on when he could lift a hoe, he was forced into the hot sun laboring in the fields. They worked him hard and fed him little, but the boy was born with gifts of the body. He outgrew his peers and siblings, already stunning with premature charm. He told himself to keep working. To put up with his so called “family” and their abuse. He waited for the day he came of age. Then could he finally be free from his horrid old life and be able to build anew. But he was naive and foolish. He never thought his blood father would sell him into slavery. His little gratitude to his father for creating him and keeping him was no more. He cursed his father. He cursed his step family. He cursed at the world. But he could stop his becoming of a slave. He would become a slave of pleasure. And for many years he stayed as such. Until he could no longer. A terrible night almost led to his death. He made up his mind that night. He ran away and was cursed.

Dear brother, Are you okay? I've been following you, and your mindset and behavior since moving to Lexicon… pains me. You used to be kind and gentle. Now you seem… cold, ruthless, and kind of insane. I know this place is dangerous, and the missions here are difficult, but… I can't think of one that would change someone so much. While change is good… I watched you run to your hotel covered in blood with a huge smile on your face. You were super banged up, so the smile was already unnatural. And… it didn't look like monster blood. Did you kill someone? ... You're a labyrinth of mysteries I don't want answers to. But I'm visiting you anyways, so please don't kill me, kay? Your loving stalker, sis. — "Dearest sister, Since you were forward with me, I'll return the favor and answer all of your questions in turn. To answer your first question, I now lack empathy for everyone besides you and am legitimately insane. If that [pains] you, you've never bought a health potion to intentionally break your own arm." — A monster hunting level up story with a different caliber of mc with wild concepts you've never read before.

Ian mencoba memainkan SKYRIM secara VR tapi tiba-tiba kapsul VRnya bermasalah dan kemudian meledak dan bereinkarnasi dengan 2 permintaan. Ini adalah novel pertama saya dan merupakan novel pemenuhan keinginan jadi jangan berharap banyak. Tags : Overpower, Magic, Litle-RPG, Slice-of-Life, Academy, Harem, Adventure, Lite-System, World-Traveling Gambar sampul bukan milik saya jadi jika itu milik anda dan anda ingin saya untuk menggantinya cukup beritahu saya Link gambar: https://www.peakpx.com/en/hd-wallpaper-desktop-akirq

Died and ended up in your favorite game "Skyrim"? No need to be sad. Did Sithis give you the system? You can worry. Did he instruct you to create a brotherhood from scratch, not only in Cyrodiil, but also in other worlds? It's a breeze, the system sends an invitation to join my "Notifiers". Soon the black hand will rule the worlds, Sithis himself is on our side, we have nothing to fear! Glory to our Father of Terror! (Attention!!! English is not my native language)

After his father dies in the civil war, Soare does everything in his power to stop the tyrant Ulfric Stormcloak from becoming the king of Skyrim.

Emma Fox is your average video game playing, introverted college girl, with a group of friends that used to challenge each other at playing various games, especially the Elder Scrolls series! But when her friend Jack ropes them into playing his completely altered version of Skyrim, things get weird really fast when a storm knocks them unconscious and they wake up in Tamriel. Now Emma and her misfitted group of friends have to learn how to live in a world that they thought they knew, while also trying to survive long enough to see the real world again. (In this story, there will be comedy, adventure, potential romances, 18+ themed content, gore and violence, some dark topics, and more.)

A child is brought to Jorvaskr and raised among the warriors there, a sibling to the twins Vilkas and Farkas. Born a child of the Daedric Lord, Hircine, she ends up the Quarry of the Wild Hunt. The worst part? She's trapped in his realm, the Hunting Grounds. Finding her way back to Nirn may cost more than she knows. (Elder Scrolls V fanfiction)

Maou is a young human created by orcs, his "quiet" life is interrupted by the extraordinary.   *Status: Stoped. One should expect: fights, blood, war, blood, love, blood, magic, blood, torture, perhaps a little terror.  The character is strong physically and will develop more in the magic. Church with references to Catholicism, with regard to good and evil, the mythology of angels and demons, but with room for more things. Notions of appearance, height, beauty, will only be described at the time of contact with human civilization because in the orc civilization it is different ... (I find it disturbing to make him find a female orc the standard of beauty). For magic: outside the standard (elemental) other that are based on other stories, games, etc. (Eragon, Skyrim among other exceptional things). *The current status: Stoped, I can resume and rewrite this project after fanfic: lycan has completed. *All Rights Reserved copyright.

Long ago, precisely 124 Duo-Septuaginta-Sescentillion (or 1.24 × 10 ^ [to the power of] 2021) years ago, a magical researcher hoped to survive the big collapse. Anything with a start has an end. Matter can not be created nor destroyed. Through deductive reasoning, it is believed that the universe has an infinite cycle of big bangs and collapses. A scholar extended his life using a self created immortal technique. Immortals have always dreamed of godhood, and if there ever was a god; they would have merely been someone who can survive one universe's death and live in the next. No more, no less. How many times have the universe experienced this big bang though? I, the author, personally think time is infinite and has always been. However, If it was possible, wouldn't the universe be covered in gods from the infinite amount of time that has already passed? Becoming a god is impossible. Living forever is impossible. However, what about an idea or information? The once simple scholar had a dream to live forever, however, it changed. The magical researcher's idea was to transmit knowledge to the other side of the abyss. One might think that the simple scholar was now a philosopher questioning life, but the law of parsimony simply says '*The simplest explanation is usually the right one*'. --- A/N: I have been brain storming and writing the premise of this story for about 5 days on my computer. I decided I would post some chapters online, and saw a tycoon contest going while I was inputting my story into the Inkstone system. I decided to change gears and intent of my story from a empire building story into a more tycoon focused one. Ended up re-writing before I uploaded this story. I think it will end up more realistic this way after thinking of the competition others who want to build an empire and what not. It will be profits first. Empires need to crush competition for a monopoly, but my end goal is now a tycoon who only cares for profits and not the territory outside the fence or border of his domain. The vetted interests in a tycoon are different from a mayor or emperor. You could say there are similarities to an empire and a tycoon, but the goal and focus are different. If an emperor runs out of space, he needs to conquer and care about respect and his people. A tycoon can just build up and down and layer things as they please. All tycoon construction is done through a controlled and planned economy, while an empire typically uses a branching distribution approach. Growth is usually organic or independently controlled from branching units or power in empires. Nothing stops the tycoon, not when you have a tycoon that invades all fronts, even the monster and alien economies. Everyone is a target, even bugs have meat to eat, and all intellectual creatures will be an audience in the tycoon's targeted ad campaign.

Alex Reynolds is a typical history college student, more interested in pizza than arcane knowledge. When a chance encounter in a forgotten corner of the university library leads him to a mysterious, ancient book, his life takes an unexpected turn. The book, covered in strange symbols and written in an unknown language, seems to hold incredible power. As he delves deeper into its secrets, Alex discovers a hidden world that exists beneath the surface of his ordinary life. With no magical heritage or training, he must learn to harness the book's power while navigating the complexities of this new world. 1 Chapter every 2-3 Days.

In a world full of abilities, levels, etc. Itoshi Ito, an 18-year-old boy, is a student who lives his life with a loneliness and doom for not having his (Ginta Receptacle), even though he tries to get it at all costs. Because he doesn't have a Ginta, he always got low grades and lost his battles against other students. However, for some strange reason, in the middle of the night… maybe a Ginta fell from the sky for him with different goals I would say. -------------------------------------------------------- — Chapter Length, around 1K-1,5K words. — Release Schedule will soon be 2Chapters a day. -------------------------------------------------------- +100 Power Stones = 3Chapters In a day. Or… +1k Collections = 3Chapters In a Day.

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.

Follows the main character through his rebirth in skyrim and him taking the role as the dragonborn named dragneel.

What If TALOS was the MAIN VILLAIN of Skyrim?

In the frozen land of Skyrim, a Dragonborn Atmoran embarks on a journey to uncover the secrets of being Dovakhiin. As he battles fearsome dragons and delves into long-forgotten tombs, he discovers his unique ability to harness the power of a Thu’um or shout. Along the way, he must navigate through political intrigue, forge alliances and ultimately decide on the fate of Skyrim and her people. Will he rise as a unforgettable legendary hero? Or will he succumb to the temptations of a power unmatched? The fate of everything lays in his hands.

I want to tell you a tale about an poor unexpected soul getting herself reborn in the world of skyrim, but being the first Hybrid (Neko). She will also face many challenges like "raising" an dragonborn and don't forget meet a couple amazing werewolves & Vampires. She will also meet others similar to her like souls who was reborn into Skyrim too. This is her story Our feline Valentin Whose Claws are fierce!

I'm gonna start off by saying this is a retelling of my most recent vanilla Skyrim playthrough, with some reconstruction on how I imagened the characters (including the player) would have reacted to the situations, and how the NPC's would have reacted to the choices made by the MC (my Character) ----------------------------- Will be doing mostly main story, depending if I feel like it or if I have enough time, I will do dlc's too. ----------------------------- keep in mind, I won't be changing all that much in the main interactions between my character and the NPC's during the major plot points, just the moments in between. (travelling to and from quest points and side quests.) will not hold back on the mature content so just a heads up, it might get edgy at times, might not, we'll find out together.

Hopefully you enjoyed main character gets sent to his favorite game to survive should be good twist for you

God gives two people the Job to travel across the Multiverse and fix deviations in the main timeline of each universe, starting in Skyrim to act as the opposing force against Alduin after the accidental death of the Dragonborn.

This is a story of a guy that got reincarnated as his Skyrim character.

There are times in a man's life when opportunity comes knocking. It's whether we open the door that matters. Follow Devin Roberts as he accepts a destiny far greater then he is ready for... So, I messed up. When selecting novel type, apparently I was supposed to select fanfic there. I thought it was under genre. My bad guys! Sorry Webnovel! I tagged it as a fanfic of Skyrim at least. Hope that's good enough. Anyway wish me luck and sorry for super short chapters. I'm writing on my phone and having hard time with inspiration.