I still have, in my never-ending collection of drafts, a Dawnguard-based story. I plan on posting it some day, but in the meantime, all I have been able to accomplish is paying people to draw some of the characters for me. This is Sabrina Dae Cantor and Prisca Isabela Cantor by conspiracylil over on Tumblr. I’ve had art made of Prisca before, as she is the story’s main protagonist, but the more I think about the story, the more I’ve developed Sabrina’s character as well. Initially, she was only supposed to make a brief appearance at the beginning, but she’s slowly become more prominent. Continue reading
This chapter picks up from here.
Trygve was only too happy to be back in the Rift. One night in Ivarstead with Gwilin, a chipper and garrulous Bosmer with whom Trygve maintained occasional intimate contact, changed his calmly stoic (some would say smug) demeanor into outright, albeit subdued, delight. Also, the tables were turning on the events that happened in the Pale and Elspeth could no longer hold the disintegration of her relationship against him. Continue reading
It was true what they said, Solstheim didn’t have weather, just ash. The women pulled their scarves tighter around their faces as they trudged toward the fort. The lulls in the storms were long enough to gain some momentum, but when the winds blew, the ash whipped around them, settling into the cracks and creases in their clothing and skin. It was terribly unpleasant and Evangeline was beginning to regret pushing them to go to the Fort. Continue reading
Who’s your granny? Continue reading