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Book Two, Chapter Thirty: You Learn to Give and Give Again

It has been nearly two months and I’ve still not heard from either Trygve or Onmund. Trygve has not responded to my correspondence and Onmund has not sent any. Lydia feels that I should be the one to initiate contact with Onmund, as I am the one whose actions have compromised the integrity of our relationship. Continue reading

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Spectacular Fan Art XXXV: Xeri (Patreon/Commission)

I wrote this several years ago in a fit of writer’s block. I do not have writers block now–in fact I am working steadily on the next chapter.  However, it seems appropriate to repost since I now have artwork from the amazing memai to accompany it. Enjoy!

Whatever prowess Dragonborn Elspeth demonstrates in battle, she owes to the formidable Xeri Tharys, her irreverent and sardonic trainer and mentor, who was also her father’s trainer and mentor.  Continue reading

Book Two, Chapter Twenty-Nine: Strangers on this road we are on

This chapter picks up from here.

“No, no, Dra’Zita was born in Cyrodiil, in Bravil. Never been to Elswyr, never really wanted to. This one has much family, many friends here. Elswyr would be strange, just as strange as it would be for Yarah and Ser Bedyn.” Continue reading

Book Two, Chapter Twenty-Eight: You Must Know Me

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.

This chapter picks up from here. Continue reading

In the Meantime III: Onmund’s Solace

Author’s note: I triple pinkie swear that I will get back to the main story immediately. But since I can’t stop thinking about what’s going on with other characters I figure I might as well share my thoughts with everyone. Anyway, enjoy!

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It was late afternoon when they arrived in Windhelm, Onmund’s stomach growing tighter with each step once the city walls came into view. He’d been eager to take jobs that would get him out of Winterhold, but now the memory of his last time in Windhelm with Elspeth was suddenly fresh. Continue reading