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Whiterun
The first thing I noticed about Whiterun was the smell.
Not the pleasant pine and snow scents of the mountain wilderness, but something more complex—wood smoke and horse leather, cooking meat and human sweat, the underlying musk of a city that had grown organically over centuries. It...
The mill wheel's steady rhythm provided a backdrop to our conversation as Hadvar explained what had happened at Helgen. Hod listened with the stoic attention of a man who'd seen enough of life to know when to take impossible stories seriously. Gerdur asked sharp questions—about Imperial...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker. Interlude 4
Scene: Hebert Residence, Brockton Bay Docks
January 3rd, 2011 – 10:52 PM
The house was too quiet.
Danny Hebert sat at the kitchen table, hunched over a cold cup of coffee that had gone untouched since the moment he poured it. The small kitchen smelled faintly of salt and engine grease from his...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker. Interlude 3
Scene: PRT ENE – Armsmaster's Workshop, 11:14 PM, January 3rd, 2011
The lighting was dim, save for the multi-monitor array casting a pale blue glow across the cluttered workbench. Toolkits, power cells, and half-dismantled drone parts lay pushed aside — temporarily forgotten. Armsmaster stood...
The first breath of free air hit me like a revelation. Clean mountain wind, carrying the scent of pine and snow and something indefinably wild. No smog, no industrial chemicals, no underlying stench of a city slowly rotting from within. Just... purity.
Behind us, a pillar of black smoke rose...
The keep's stone walls offered blessed relief from the chaos outside, though not from the heat. Even here, smoke crept through cracks in the masonry, and the distant roar of flames was a constant reminder of what lay behind us.
"Stay close," Hadvar warned as we descended into the keep's lower...
Yes
Half and half, if I didn't like how an try did rsult, I usually rewrote the prompt to adress the weaker points of the narrativee, or add more info.
Half and half again, I tend to start with a definite idea of where I do want the plot to move, but the AI tend to guess well what I'm trying...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker, part 6
Scene: Wards HQ, mid-evening, January 3rd, 2011
Somewhere quiet. A break room off the main common area. A moment of calm.
I sat on the edge of the plastic chair, clutching the steaming mug Vista had handed me. Hot cocoa. It was too sweet, but it was warm, and that mattered more.
Vista sat...
The dragon was impossibly massive, its black scales drinking in the pale light as it circled overhead like some primordial god of destruction. When it opened its maw, the words that poured out weren't just sound—they were power made manifest, reality bending to an alien will.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker, PHO interlude
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Thread title: [Breaking] New Cape at Winslow?? Lightning, Bugs, Hammer??
Started by user: HeroNerd42
Date: January 3, 2011 – 6:58 PM (EST)
OP: HeroNerd42
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Helgen was smaller than I'd expected—a modest town built into the mountainside, all stone walls and wooden buildings that looked like they'd been standing for centuries. As our cart rolled through the gates, I noticed the Imperial soldiers stationed everywhere. This wasn't just an execution; it...
Note: generatd in Claude Sonnet 4
Taylor Hebert: Dragonborn Awakening
The smell hit me first—not the rotting refuse and industrial cleaner of Winslow's bathroom, but something else entirely. Pine needles. Wood smoke. The metallic tang of snow in the air.
I kept my eyes closed, afraid to open...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker, Interlude 2
Interlude: The One Who Watches
He walked among mortals like a shadow that had learned patience.
Not unseen — no, that trick was for younger things. He was seen when he willed it, forgotten when he did not. And today, no one looked twice at the old man in the long gray coat, tapping a cane...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker, part 5
I didn't expect to be walking into a lounge with beanbags.
But here I was.
Vista led me through a quiet corridor deeper into the PRT's secure wing. No more labs, no more doctors. Just clean floors, white walls, and doors that locked with soft hisses. She didn't talk much, and I didn't feel...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker, part 4
They called it "intake."
It sounded sterile. Clean. Like something that happened at a clinic, not after you'd shattered a steel locker door and walked out of a storm with a myth in your hand.
They took me to the PRT building through a side entrance, off the books. I didn't see any other capes...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker. Interlude 1
Interlude: The Watcher in the Rain
The storm was not hers.
Not yet.
He stood across the street from Winslow, under the canopy of an old bookstore whose neon CLOSED sign buzzed faintly against the darkened glass. The rain soaked through his coat, ran down his neck, pooled in his boots. He...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker, part 3
The longer I waited, the calmer I felt.
Not the calm of peace — the calm of control. The hammer pulsed against my thigh like a second heartbeat, steady and deep. The bugs around me had settled, but not dispersed. They were waiting, just like me.
For once, I wasn't the one backed into a corner...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker, part 2
The sky had turned dark by the time I walked out the front doors of Winslow. I didn't know how long I'd been in the locker. Minutes? Hours?
The air was different. Heavier. Charged.
I clutched the hammer tighter. It didn't feel like a weapon. It felt like… an extension. A part of me. I didn't...
Threadmarks: Taylor finds Mjolnir in the locker, part 1
I couldn't breathe.
Every inhale scorched my throat with bleach and bile, thick with the stench of rot and death and cruelty. My lungs screamed. My skin burned. My mind—my mind was unraveling.
They left me in here. Sealed me in. Trash, dead animals, used pads, broken glass… and me.
I...