Spectacular Fan Art XVIII: Xeri Tharys (Request)

Rave-Gray over at deviantArt was taking requests to draw original characters to celebrate her birthday so I took her up and since I’m sure everyone is sick and tired of looking at Elspeth, I asked her to draw Xeri Tharys, the warrior, granddaughter of Balam, the revered wise woman of Narsis.  The womer most of you know as Elspeth’s crazybitchmentor.  I am so very pleased with this.  She looks menacing, but also sort of weary.  Although I am certain she would fervently deny that, I think it suits her character.

Check out Raven-Gray’s dA page.  She’s got some incredible work there, especially that of her own original character, Kethavel, who has an incredibly rich and imaginative back story.

Book Two, Chapter Fourteen: Birdie in the hand for life’s rich demand

(A/N: I’m sorry this took so long.  I’ve been doing so much writing for the exciting things coming up that I’ve been neglecting these A-to-B chapters that are needed to get us there)

“Henrik was my half brother actually.  His mother was an Imperial woman my father knew in Cyrodiil.  He went to visit her on one of his yearly trips and there was his baby.  This was before the war.  Then, when she died, my father brought him back to Skyrim.  Then he met my mother and they had me.”  Trygve stopped his horse and scanned the area.  He was leading them off-road and trying to get his bearings.

Greetings and Salutations XIII

I hope everyone is doing well.  After spending last weekend with my brother in Chicago, this week is shaping up to be a much better week than last in terms of coherent writing.  Before that, I’d been having a lot of creative surges, coming up with ideas on how to pull all the strings of my story together.  In a way, I guess I was meeting my writing goals–but everything was all over the place.  Now, I just have to sit and pull all the words together in a more organized fashion.

The new chapter will be posted soon, over the weekend I expect.

Book Two Chapter Thirteen: Counting days and building walls, bells ring so’s to warn

In your tales you have many names for her: Al-Esh, given to her in awe, that when translated sounds like a redundancy, “the high high,” from which come the more familiar corruptions: Aleshut, Esha, Alessia. You knew her as Paravant, given to her when crowned, “first of its kind,” by which the gods meant a mortal worthy of the majesty that is killing-questing-healing.”

~Morihaus from The Adabal-a

“You know how much I love Skyrim, really and truly,” said Xeri, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “but shouldn’t this ritual take place in Imperial City where—at least, where the statue of St. Alessia once stood?”  She frowned and pulled her cloak tightly as she looked around the snow-covered clearing.

Greetings and Salutations XII: Many Worlds Skyrim

Well, TES lore is a big wibbly-wobbly lorey-worey thing. ~Memai

A/N: This post contains spoilers for readers not caught up through the story.

I finished my next chapter and will probably post it some time tomorrow.  To the disappointment of several of you, it will not be a Trygve-centered post (although I can assure that plenty more Trygve information is forthcoming).  Rather, it’s a lore-based chapter, one of my many attempts to bend the Elder Scrolls universe to do my bidding.