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You are the last of your race, the mythical elves who once guided the other races to the light of civilization before being outgrown themselves. In this realm, you and your fellows were constructed from the Currents to act as guides and mentors. On one hand, this granted elves a significant...

Warhammer Fantasy: A Princess of the Borderlands 2250, Landing Part I The year is 2250 by human reckoning. To the elves of Ulthuan, it is the 87th year of the reign of Finubar the Seafarer. Sigmar's empire lies in tatters, riven by civil war. Kislev and Grand Cathay form an unbreakable bulwark...

A/N: WHAT WHAT! A fic that isn't a Worm fic? Well, I do hope you all enjoy this, it's something I wrote, and then put on the back burner for the rewrite, which has just started. I found it was rather fun, and feel like posting as I finish chapters this time. By jove! I think I have something...

The Asur. The High Elves of Ulthuan. The self-professed Shield of Civilization. The Guardians of the Vortex. Upon their magically-infused island-continent of Ulthuan, most of the High Elves live their lives in relative safety and comfort, but the call of war often draws them away to risk their...

The Asur. They are an enigma and a mystery for much of the world. They are the legions of silver-clad warriors that emerge from the seas aboard great white ships, and who march into battle in perfect martial glory and splendour, laying waste to all foes in their path. Few who have faced the...

Of course, I am tired of reincarnation stories, have you ever woken up with pointed ears? Or Elf ●●●● My name is Aria Elice Isabella Owl, and I am a common forest Elf girl. But that wasn't always the case, because I have memories of a previous life, one were I was both male and human, and...

Within the vastness of space, a rogue planet was traveling at speed faster than any planet ever had a right to be at hundreds of lightyears a second. It had a moon that shone a bright light in the absence of a star. The heat required was produced by the planet itself. It was a planet rich with...

Springs. Rotors. Diodes. Wires. Silicon Chips. Shafts. Gears. Pistons. Valves. Pulleys. Blades. Belts. Wheels. All of these components worked in perfects synchronization with each other to do work. Yet all of this still needed a human in order for them to function...

Intro: This is the personal log of Aldmeri Jen, Combat Archaeologist. As my nickname (provided by some tipsy colleagues) suggests, I am an Altmer archaeologist who finds herself in far too many dangerous situations on dig sites. And sometimes other places where relics may be found. I have a...

The personal log of Aldmeri Jen, Combat Archaelologist # 18th day of Second Seed, 4th Era, year 201 I arrived in Solitude this afternoon, after a pleasant and uneventful voyage. As expected, I received a message by courier from my old colleague shortly after disembarking, along with some...

Gun Elf Prologue The Elf with a Gun A thin gray mist settled over the wooded valley, blown down from the mountain tops by the dour, chill winds. Like most of the Kingdom of Spear, the valley was heavily wooded, with trees littering the landscape and not much else. The skies were gray and...

Synopsis: A young Elf girl is kidnapped, experimented on, and (almost) disposed of. Disclaimer: If anything sounds familiar to you, it was probably inspired by whatever it is you’re thinking of. This is a horrific mashup of different sources of inspiration, such as xianxia-ish stuff and fantasy...

Once, you were called a hero. Then you decided the fames and fortunes was not for you, you erased the memory of the world of you ever being famous. Once, you were living in peace, a princess took a liking to a peasant and suddenly- You were in love. "My king, the party of heroes have...

You are Idrir, one of the dispossesed and cursed by Khaine. And you are alone. When your hunting band had left you to die against the Gors of Laurelorn it had taken all of the ability imbued in your cursed blood to see you save your life. You knew at that point that there was no more room...