The walk from Ilinalta’s Deep back to Riverwood was the worst yet. The fight in the dungeon had taken so much out of them. And after something only sort of vaguely resembling sleep on the bedrolls that had belonged to the necromancer’s they’d killed, they were determined to get back to the Sleeping Giant Inn, where Trygve promised they would stay for one full night. She knew he didn’t want to, that he would keep pushing himself, stealing only bits and pieces of sleep here and there. Continue reading “30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 8”
“Is that blood?”
Trygve turned and inspected her robe more closely. It was indeed blood. Shaking his head, he let out a trembling, worried breath. Continue reading “30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 7”
I’m going to fall a bit behind on these challenges over the weekend since I will be switching the focus to posting the rest of chapter 25. But, in the meantime, here’s another moment in the life of modern-day Trygve and Elspeth.
“As military governor, I have full authority to conscript any able-bodied citizen I see fit to serve and if Elspeth refuses, I have the right to compel her to serve or throw her in jail if she refuses.”
“No you don’t!” Balgruuf was most displeased at this. Continue reading “30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 5”
This prompt got a little long. And a little modern. And I appropriated other people’s characters. oops. Continue reading “30 Day Writing Challenge Day 4”