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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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Re: Misfire: Welcome Returns, sequel to 'All creatures great and small' 2b/?

[(Anonymous)]

“I pursue Alduin, the World Eater.”

The man’s eyebrows lifted at that, no doubt surprised by the bold statement coming from so small a person as Nibenor.

“A fateful errand,” he mused “No few have chafed to face the Worm since first he set his soul-snare here at Sovngarde’s threshold. But Shor restrained out wrathful onslaught, perhaps, deep counselled, your doom he foresaw.”

Nibenor blinked. The man spoke like a bard reciting ancient verses and it took him a moment to understand his words.

“Can I enter the hall of valour?”

“No shade are you, as usually here passes, but living, you dare the land of the dead. By what right do you request entry?"

“By right of birth. I am Dragonborn.”

“Ahh,” the response surprised Nibenor as joy fell across the huge man’s face “It’s been too long since last I faced a doom-driven hero of the dragon blood. But living or dead, by decree of Shor, none may pass this perilous bridge ‘til I judge them worthy by the warrior’s test.”

That much Nibenor understood. A fight. Typical of a Nord, he thought and yet his hand fell to his blade regardless. He had guessed it might come to this all along and he wished he had been wrong about that. He was hardly in any condition to fight, his body exhausted and aching from the days that had come before.
Wounds beneath his armour that twinged every time he moved, splitting open as he jumped away from the man’s attacks.
Bruises ached, more forming as the blunt side of the axe made contact with his left shoulder, stiff muscles creaking as he darted in to land his own blows. His speed was his strength and even that was dwindling.

He didn’t know whether it was through luck or skill that the man decided he was worthy, the wounds that Nibenor had inflicted fading away as soon as he called an end to their fight. Dried blood marked the wounds and the elf frowned as he backed away, racing over the bridge towards the hall of valour.

He was close now, so close to defeating Alduin for good, and he was damned if he was going to fall now.