Author Note: Okay, normally I don’t like to do this but I HATE this chapter. I’m not saying that for reassurance, but this is not how I wanted this chapter to turn out. But it’s done, so I’m posting it. It will move things along. I am, however, kind of pleased with the little Game of Thrones inspired headcanon I came up with. So that’s nice.
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
The Sparrows are Evangeline Sigeweald’s spies, with agents now throughout Tamriel. Initially, they were the mages who were first to arrive at Frostcrag Spire, when Evangeline’s resistance movement was still in its infancy. They were the ones who quite literally built the movement from the ground up, constructing the village, amassing supplies, gathering intelligence, and developing covert relationships with the world outside of Frostcrag. Evangeline called these busybodies her Sparrows and the name stuck as they developed a more elaborate spy network. I’ve been working on a bunch of short stories about these spies and decided to have the amazingly talented needlesslycryptic paint two of my spy characters, Mannbjorn Raven-Stone and Zephyra, both stationed in Skyrim. Continue reading