This is a little idea that hit me while I was sitting around listening to music and I hope you guys like it. But I must warn you that it is like a play... the characters thoughts will be colored in red, the narrator will be normal white letters... and other people speaking will probaly be in green... anyways enjoy.

The Harvester


As I put my mouth on the skooma pipe and take one more puff I slowly start to feel the effects washing over me. Wave after wave of soothing ecstasy numbs the pain within my right arm, chest, abs, and my legs. To say that I triumphaly defeated the encounter with three storm astronachs would be a lie. I barely came out with my life and a broken body… and I have no doubt that my right arm will never return to it’s proper state.

The broken figure holding the skooma pipe leans against the rock it was sitting next to. He looks up to the sky and a raindrop falls on his face.

It seems that my bad luck never stops… oh well…

The broken figure slowly started to lose its conscience and slowly starts to slip away from this world and into the realm of dreams.

Ha ha ha ha… is this it Milo? Are you can going to just sit back and let the darkness slowly consume you?

Who the hell are you? And if I want to die it’s no business of yours.

That is where you are wrong mortal. I am the great Shegorath… the lord of madness. And you and your pitiful excuse of exsistance belongs to me. Now hush… and enjoy the peace and tranquility as long as you can… it will probably be the last time you can.


Yeah it's a small post but I am multy tasking so it's kinda hard to make it long. Anyways thanks for reading and Kudos.

Here is the next update... it's rather short as well... and the same rules apply here as well. The red is the character speaking, the green other characters speaking, and the white is the narrator.

The Harvester



The darkness… it petrified me… but it also gave me peace at mind like a dream. But was Sheogorath a dream as well… or did he really visit me?

Having trouble making out reality or fiction? Have you really sunk so low Milo? No matter… either way you will serve your purpose and you will learn to love it.

The mad god’s hypnotizing voice started to slowly sink in to the confused man’s brain.

Purpose? Whatever you have in store for me you can save it for another. I am no one’s puppet… especially not yours.

Now now… aren’t we being a little rash. You do not even know what is instore for you. How can you turn down a offer made by a god?

How can I turn down a offer from a god? Easily. I know of your followers… of your champions and I know that they all meet a fate worse than death. And I will be no different... I rather take my chances in oblivion!

Ahhh… but you are different mortal. You may not realize it but there is a dark seed growing inside of you. It’s slowly blossoming and it shows promise… either way you cannot deny me. Now hush human and embrace the shadows once again. When you truly awaken you will find yourself different… but do not despair or panic… just remember it’s a gift from me to you.

Truly awaken? Is this nothing more than a dream?

No… this is much more than a dream… but don’t concern yourself with this… now sleep… I grow weary of this discussion.

The confused mortal started to lose himself in the darkness again… and peace and tranquility washed over him once again.

Here is another rather short update.

The Harvester

The man sitting on the ground slowly began to open his eyes.

What the hell? My arms!

The man’s arm had red burning marks on them. They almost look like if they were branded.

What the hell is wrong with them!?

Don’t despair… and remember… this is a gift from me to you…

Aagghhh… take your gift back! I don’t want this cursed thing.

I am afraid you have no choice in the matter… ha ha ha… enjoy.

Damn you! Why me!

The angered man kept screaming into the night sky. He eventually with time gave up his futile efforts. He sat alone under the night sky until dawn began to approach. He then slowly got up from his resting place and began walking down the path that lay before him.

He came a cross a forked road… one lead to the wilderness and the other lead to Balmora. Without glancing at the sign between the forked road he began making his way to the city of Balmora.

Once he came near the town two guards who were keeping watch of the entrance of the city grew silent and stared at him with both fear and menace. They kept watching him until he walked passed them. Too afraid to say anything but with enough knowledge to know to stay quite they let him pass.

The man slowly made his through the crowded streets of Balmora and into the Seven Plates Inn where he slowly walked towards the bartender while grabbing everyone’s attention. He dropped ten pieces of gold on the counter and gently grabbed the keys to his room from the young mistress.

He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He took of his worn out and ripped shirt and drop it ontop of a chair.

He then let himself fall ontop of the soft bed.

This has to be a dream… it has to be.

Hey it's me again and hmmm... well now that the intro is done I think I am going to cut this crappy form of writing. So from now own the narrotor is dead (thats right! He is barried in my backyard), there will be more focus on the character, and sheogorath talking will be green... but that is it. I guess I am going to go back and write like on my old stories... well atleast no the failures anyways (Abyss ). Ok than... thats all... I will come back with an update shortly... hopefuly.

The Harvester



Sleeping are we? No… you will not rest and you will not escape your fate. Now is the time to embrace my gift!

“Gift? Branding me is a gift!? You made me an abomination and I am too embrace that… you truly are the mad god.”

You dare question me again? Fool! I will make this world burn! This world owes me and now it’s time for the harvest… to collect that witch belongs to me! And you will be my harvester!

“I will not be used by you and I will not collect your harvest for you!”

Is that what you think? Did you not wonder what those marks in your arms are? Did you not noticed they spread farther than just your arms? Those marks are where my essence runs through you.

“Your essence running through me? As if you are a part of me?” Milo slowlfully and dreadfully whispered.

Wrong mortal… you and I are almost as one. And you will do my bidding without question. Now silence and witness the great and terrible power of Shegorath!

Milo’s body rises through the air and starts to glow a sinister red. It then stops and falls to the floor. His body is now completely covered with the marks that decorated his arms and back.

Milo tries with all his will to scream… to shout but he is a prisoner trapped within his own mind… it’s as if his body had a mind of it's own and he is made to watch every one of it’s move.

He watches in horror how his body rises from the floor and with a flash a mighty sinister scythe appears within his hands. A small evil smirk appears within his face and Milo knows all to well what is to come.

Hmmm I wonder what sick and twisted events are going to unfold in this one... whatever happens, I'm sure I'll enjoy reading it

Let the insanity begin!

Yes... let it begin! But unfourtuantly the insanity will be more sevierely later on. In the meantime enjoy this bloody update.

The Harvester


“No! Stop!” Milo screams as loud as his lungs allow him but it’s all in vein. His screams echo within himself as if the world was deaf to him. “What the hell are you doing to me Shegorath!?”

I have done nothing… and you should not worry about me but more on what you are going to do… enjoy the show.

Milo’s arm reached for the door and swings it open and starts walking towards the mistress of the inn. He passes through the dark hallway and into the main bar where many of the other daily customers did not pay much attention to the man holding the scythe… well at least not until he butchered the mistress of the inn.

Milo try to scream at the mistress to get out of the way but it was out of his control. He silently watched as how the scythe went up in the air and how the mistress screamed right before it came down slashing her vertically. The blade first cut through her artery vain sending a burst of blood to Milo’s face then the blade cleaved through her shoulder blade and clavicle. After that the blade slowly gutted her sending all of her innards splashing to the floor in it’s own pool of bubbly red blood.

Many of the customers left running out of the bar in a crazed panic but some of the rougher customers unsheathed they’re blades in an instant and descended on Milo.

Milo swinged the mighty scythe and cut down some of the attackers but there were to many and the ones who were not sent to oblivion thrusted they’re blades deep into Milo’s flesh.

Everything fell still for a minute as if time itself stopped. The attackers and Milo seemed to be trapped in a pose. 7 blades and they’re wielders seemed to be the only thing holding up the pierced man up. Blood squirted out of the Milo’s mouth… and one of the attackers noticed the look within his eyes. They were not the eye’s of a heartless creature… it was the eye’s of some one who has lost all… the eyes of someone engulfed in sadness and pain.

The attackers withdrew they’re blades and let the broken and pierced figure fall to the ground.

“I am no ones puppet… no one.” With that said Milo slowly closed his eyes and tried to embrace death.

You are wrong again mortal… and this is not the end of the road for you… the harvest has yet to began!


Thanksss for reading.

Very fun descriptions Indeed I will say you're the master of sadisticism in this forum. You definitely deserve it!

I await you're next update.

Hey thanks for the compliment... anyways here is another update that I have been working on for a while now. Enjoy .

The Harvester


Why? Why wont you let me go? Do I really mean that much to you that you would stop me from dying?

Your worth exceeds far beyond what you could imagine mortal for reasons still unknown to you. I would not mind indulging you with the reasons why but there is still much left to do.

Why wont you tell me now?

Because your tasks are not yet completed… you are not completed. I will break you and assemble you. You shall learn to see the world for what it truly is and then you will be whole… and once you are complete there will be no more clouds hazing your view… no more secrets lurking in the darkness. But until then you shall live and you shall die over and over again. Now rise and accept your fate.

“My fate… my fate is too serve you? To follow you’re every command? That cant… that wont be so.”

You are right. You’re fate is not to serve me… but your defiance has more than wronged me and now you will pay the price.

“The price… what else can you do to me that you have not already done?”

Not to you Milo but to those around you.

The mad god’s voice echoed in the darkness… and then Milo’s small grasp of tranquility was torned apart. A strange feeling of devastation and panic started to slowly pierced and spread through him. Little by little they’re affects became more and more fierce. The darkness started to vanish and a blurred vision of blood began to arise. Soon a sound of distanced voices began to crawl within Milo’s ears and then within a flash Milo let out a deep gasp of air.

His vision still blurred and the scent of blood intoxicating his brain Milo tried to rise from the cold floor he was laying on. As soon as he made a movement throbbing pain took hold of him. Milo tried to ignore it but the pain was to consuming. Heat started to build up in his body… he could feel gaps within himself slowly shut close but not without they’re affects. Wave after wave of horrific pain washed over Milo as if he was drowning in sea of lava. The only means to find relief was to scream… to let out what was bottled up inside.

The attackers tumbled over one another within the bar. The man they had just slaughtered and saw die started to spasm and twitch violently. A horrific sight… the man was covered in his own blood and that of the ex mistress of the in. His eye’s opened wide and he took a deep gasp of air. His body started to spasm more violently than before and the man tried with all his strength to rise from the floor but it was beyond him and his body caved in.

Some of the attackers had backed all the way against the bar’s walls. There eyes observing an atrocity beyond words as smoke began to mysteriously appear around the horrific figure before them. His wounds started to grow shut but the man… the creature began to scream in complete and outer anguish. His screams echoed within the horrified attackers mind over and over again. Screams that would send chills even to the fiercest and heartless of all Dremora.

Thanksss for reading.

Good thing that doesn't happen with normal healing magic... I would get sick and tired of hearing screams of anguish everytime I heal in Morrowind or Oblivion.

Then again, this is basically ressurection...

Nice stuff, yet again.

Hey man I like the color coding used within this one, makes it easier to read and keep up with, less confusing.

Sorry I didn't catch this and comment earlier, you know its nothing personal when I don't have time to comment Man.

Thanks Metal Mallet for being the only one who keeps checking on my story and responding. So yeah... kudos for you. By the way Kiln I know you are always bussy so no problem... plus you know how busy I can get sometimes with our little project. Anyways that is enought of me mumbling... so yeah... here is another update but unfourtunatly I did not get to far in the actual story on this one so I am going to try and moved along this story a bit faster next time.




The Harvester



Little by little the pain started to slowly melt away. Milo’s muscles started to slowly stop spasming and the smoke around him slowly started to evaporate from sight.

Milo’s carcass lay on the floor without movement and his attackers were still dumbstrucked by what had just taken place. Some of them were in the floor gasping for air as if their lungs were stolen from it. The carcass on the floor started to move… and to the attackers misfortune the horrific figure stood up and grabbed hold of its scythe.

One of the poor missunfourtuante souls went with the only option he had left… he tried to make a run for it. He jumped over a broken table and made a run for the door but before his foot ever touched the ground his head was sent flying through the air and his decapitated corpse fell untop of the broken table. Blood oozed down to the floor… and it started to spread… the dark red blood reached Milo’s foot and as soon as it touched his black leather boots he disappeared into the air.

“Why? They have done nothing wrong!” Milo’s voice dreadfully echoed within his brain.

Ahhh… but they have. They went to the wrong place at the wrong time. And ontop of that they will serve as a lesson to you.

“What lesson! There are no lessons in slaughters or in massacres. Those men died without a cause… they probably have a family or maybe even children and you made me cut them down without remorse! They deserved better than that!”

Is that what you really think? Then it seems you have not learn the lesson yet. Tell me Milo… how many more are going to die in order for you to learn? Will it take these 6 poor souls? Or maybe 20? Perhaps it would take the entire village.

“No… please… just leave them be…” Milo tried to whisper.

No? It seems you have not even began to grasp the lesson… that is really a shame.

Milo’s carcass appeared again within the bar. He had appeared right out of the darkness and right in front of one of the 6 remaining attackers. Milo’s scythe went up in the air and it came slashing down on one more of the victims decapitating him. Milo watch it all… he saw how the blade penetrated the skin on the victims neck… it slowly made a gash in his neck and it kept getting bigger and bigger as the blade sinked deeper and deeper. It not only cut the artery vain but the jugular vain as well sending a tremendous amount of blood bursting out of the man’s neck until his head was completely severed from the corpse.

The other men were now is a state of a complete panic. Milo’s carcass stood in front of the bloody mess that was once a man. He slowly started to gain some control over himself. “Why? Why? Why you monster? They have done nothing! Nothing! Why?”

Milo’s voice started to increase in volume slowly but steadily until it came to the point where he was screaming as loud as his lungs could muster. He kept repeating the same things over and over sounding more and more like a lunatic every time.

But then he grew quite once again… he lost control. And the remaining 5 were cut down relentlessly. None of them ever had a chance to defend themselves… they were all slaughtered simultaneously in a second. The walls, the floor and even the tables inside the bar were all drenched in they’re red bubbily blood… severed body parts laid all across the floor… a horrific sight never before witnessed in Balmora... and hopefuly never again.


Thanksss for reading.

I think you must really enjoy describing these death scenes don't ya?

Not a problem with me though, the descriptions are vivid, which is a good thing.

Yeah I do. I try to use what I have learned from anatomy into the death scenes and I guess I am doing a good job with them .

This next update is diferent from the previous ones. I sacrifised some specific detail for lenght and to get along a bit faster in the story. So yeah... I hope you still enjoy it and that it's as deliteful as the others.

The Harvester

You… you monster! Ha ha ha… you butchered everyone in the room? How could you?

“I… I didn’t… I did not kill them… you did… you possessed me.”

Did I? Or was it just you thinking that it was I?

“Quit messing with my head you monster!”

Monster? As I recall these men died by your hand… not mine. Ha Ha Ha…

“Shut up… Shut Up!!!” Milo started screaming as loud as his mortal lungs would permit him.

“By the nine!! You… you monster!”

3 guards stood by the inn’s door with they’re weapons drawn. One of them removed his helmet as fast as he could and three up at the end of the hallway. The other two started to progress towards Milo. “Your crime is beyond any redemption! You may not be permitted to live. May the nine have mercy on your soul.” In an instant the lead guard and his companion charged towards Milo… all in vein.

Milo quickly moved into action. He readied his scythe and slashed vertically at his enemies. The blade of the scythe effortlessly cut straight through the bone mold armor the lead guard was wearing. The guard feel to the floor dead… the second guard took the opportunity to attack. He kept charging and jumped in the air while trying to bring his blade down at Milo’s head with all his might. Milo simply moved to the side and let the guard and his blade fall straight on the floor on top of his brethren guard.

Milo raised his scythe up in the air and let it fall down… the tip of the blade pierced through the guards back and through his spine. The guard let it out a loud desperate scream of pain before growing silent and taken by the shadows.

Milo put his foot on the dead guards hip and pulled the scythe out of his back… blood squirted out and splashed over Milo. He was now completely drenched in it’s substance… dried blood was stained in his face making the horrible markings in his body even more horrific. And even Milo’s torso was still wet with the blood of his previous victims.

Milo turned to face the hallway… he started making his way down the dark and cold corridor and towards the door to the inn. The third guard was standing against the far corner petrified… his armor was stained with his own mess… his stomach spasm again as his eye’s fell upon Milo.

But he did nothing… he reached for the door and slowly pulled it open… he walked outside and took one last glanced of the atrocity he had left behind in the inn before walking towards the open streets.

As soon as Milo took a deep breath he was blasted against the wall by a lightning bolt. He slowly fell down and hit the cold stone floor… he looked up to see a dark elf mage in a dark blue robe with her hands ablazed in lightning.

“Damn you Shegorath! Why must you do this! Wont those men back there enough for you? What more can you possibly ask of me?” Milo kept repeating in his head… he could not comprehend what the mad god wished… what does he want?

Why? Because you must learn. Pay attention boy! Think! Why did those men back there die?

“Because you killed them!”

No… I am afraid you still don’t get it.

Milo stood up from the ground and grabbed unto his scythe as tightly as possible. The sorceress hands started to glow an electric blue again. She waved her hands towards Milo and another lightning bolt sliced through the air. This time Milo slashed the bolt with his scythe… then it started to absorb the spell… the scythe started to glow a hypnotizing blue and electricity was trying to escape through the blade so Milo swinged around and made a slashing movement towards the sorceress. The electric bolt was sent back at her with twice the force… not only was she blasted by the lightning but she was sent black flying in the opposite direction where she crashed into a crate crushing all of it’s contents. The intensity of the spell was so fierce that blue particles could still be seen in the air where the spell had traveled.

Milo’s carcass started walking down the cold stone streets of Balmora. “They died… they died because you killed them!”

Not this again! When will you learn! Think! Think!

“They died because they were weak! They died because everyone is disposable! Is that what you want to hear! They died because there lives were of no value!!!”

Yes… you finally got it! Now learn the lesson… you are just liked them. You can die at any given moment. Why? Because you are weak… you are of no value… you are disposable. And in order to change that you must grow strong! You will have to learn the true meaning of power and embrace it!

“… they died… they died to teach me this? It’s not right”

Can’t you see? There is no right or wrong. There are only actions and consequences.

Milo fell still… his body unable to move. He stood in the middle of the stoned bridge with no movement. It was as if his body was completely cut off from him. But it was not Shegorath… it was not even the effects of the lesson he had just learned… no… it was a spell.

Milo try with all his might to look at the cause of his paralization… he succeeded in moving his head slightly to the side but it was enough. Enough to see the sorceress he thought dead smiling. A smile of complete and absolute joy.

Just then Milo felt something warm running down his chest. It was an arrow that had just pierced through his chest. Then another… and another.

“NO! Stop! He is mine!” A voice that demanded respect echoed in the wind. Such a powerful yet delicate voice.

“Who’s voice is that? Such a voice…” Milo looked to his side to see the sorceress. He never noticed before how truly beautiful she looked. So delicate… but yet so strong… so magnificent. Her eyes were a fierce red… ones that Milo had never seen before. Even for for a dark elf her eyes were so incredibly fierce.

Her face shinned again with the same smile as before… a smile of pure joy. She waved her hand and sent an ice ball of tremendous size crashing into Milo. The power of it was so fierce that Milo’s blood froze cold. He was sent flying into the deep blue river that divided Balmora into two.

Nothing could be seen… blood fogged the river’s surface and Milo’s carcass was washed away by he current.

Damn, I wished they had scythes in TES. They just look so bada**! Another nice post.

I wonder if this Dunmer mage is going to be significant in this fic...

Ehh what Mr Oven just said! A truckload of updates and I´ve been away and busy lately.....but it´s really enjoyable reading and I like it very much!