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 “Book Two, Chapter Twenty-Six: Everybody’s Waiting for a Fall”
Part One is here. Many, many thanks to Pyrell for some dialogue help.
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 “Book Two: Chapter 25, Part Two: Everyone is Ready to Arrive”
This post is for Wendy. No one else can look at this post with pictures of millions of my stupid original Skyrim/Elder Scrolls characters. Okay, well you can look. Continue reading “Dollmakers, time wasting shenanigans”
SpiceMonster. Strikes. Again. Back in September she updated her iconic (it’s iconic to ME, dang it) image of Elspeth and Maeve Sigeweald. And it is adorable! I feel terrible that she had to alert me to it because I lost my DeviantArt password and have not visited the site in ages! Continue reading “Spectacular Fan Art XXIX: The Sigewealds 2.0”