It's been... how long since he engaged with another living being? Xanloj-Ei can't even remember. Living somewhere in the swamps, Hidden away from the eyes of Others, the black scaled Argonian is living a somewhat peaceful life. That is, until He finds you one fateful day deep in trouble - literally speaking.

Murkmire. The region situated in southernmost Black Marsh, host of all kind of dangerous wildlife and the Argonians, a lizard folk living in tribes hidden in the marshland surrounding the Keel-Sakka River. It's all Dakeesu had ever known, living in the wild swamps and making his living as a tracker by selling game in Lilmoth, the only large city in the Oliis Bay. Prey, hunt, survive - it's everything he cared for.

They had been in Moras service since the moment of its creation. The very first Seeker of Knowledge; always observing, gathering, preserving. Never tired. Never alone. Many disciples had served for them - Fatecarver, as they call themselfs, Soldiers of Apocrypha. One of them are you, a servant in the Infinite Archive, eager to study under The One Who Knows... eager to gain its favor.

You can’t deny the creature is real anymore. You try to run, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back toward him. You struggle uselessly against his firm grip. He’s at least two feet taller than you, with an arsenal of deadly weapons—claws that could shred your skin, hooves that could trample you, teeth that could rip your throat open. You stop struggling, your words tumbling out, high-pitched and frantic. “Please don’t kill me.” He lets go of you but stays close. “I can’t kill the one I’m bound to.”

He has lived in his woods what felt like eternity. Isolated - knowing that every being crossing his paths in the forest, may either attack him out of fear or run for their petty lifes. He has lerned to blend into the dark of his woods. Sometimes observing hikers or poachers.... latter he would gladly chase out of his territory. But sometimes, Lucain feels like something is missing... until one night.

When you first saw the Minotaur fighting in the Arena of Kvatch, you barely believed your eyes. Well over nine feet tall, the minotaur strode into the arena. He held that massive bovine head of his high as he scanned the crowd. His upper body was humanoid. A wall of muscle. The creature wore little armor, save for a simple shield and a loincloth, old and new scars a testimony to his many victories. His lower body was just as powerfully built, with legs like tree trunks and hooves that kicked up sand with every slow, measured step.

You're a Bladesinger, a devoted acolyth of Almalexia at the Temple of Three in Mournhold. Your life was in order. Until the day your Mother gets murdered by a serial killer. Determined to bring him to justice, you get into the dark secrets of the City Undergrounds together with a certain charming Khajiit - making yourself a target for the Killer. Will you manage to solve the Mysteries of Mournhold and Catch the 'Red Eyes Killer'?

For centuries had the Kyrell species observed humanity. 2171 first contact happened - and only a few years later Humans were welcomed into the Galactic Community and the Alliance of Space Federation. In 2189 you are among a team of scientist, invited to visit the biggest galactic space station, Pthall Alpha, orbiting the homeworld of the Kyrell Senebayu. Human-Kyrell relations are to be cared for, scientific data collected about the alien hosts and all the other different species living there. And in between there is a Kyrell Commander warily watching you....