In the Meantime IV: Trygve’s Contrition

“All right! Here we go!” Ollrod slammed his hands on the table, picked up the cards, and began to shuffle. “Who’s in?”

Vori raised her hand and turned down her wrist, finger pointing down toward the pile of coin. “If you’re gonna play with the big dogs.”

“I’m in.” Trygve brought his mug of ale over to the table and took a seat next to Vori, who grinned at him. Continue reading

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Spectacular Fan Art XXXV: Elspeth and Trygve (commission)

Greetings and salutations! What better way to kick off the new year than with some lovely fan art of Elspeth and Trygve by Kiki. I am looking forward to a year of writing–fan fiction and otherwise. I am finishing Trygve’s latest chapter TODAY.  Continue reading

In the Meantime II: Trygve’s Lament

This chapter picks up from here. It was supposed to be short, but it kind of got away from me. #sorrynotsorry

Two funerals in one day was excessive and Trygve, who always had much respect for temple priests and priestesses, developed an even more profound reverence for them today. Although Alessandra, Riften’s priestess of Arkay, prepared the bodies and delivered the ritual prayers, it was Dinya Balu who conducted the more personalized services. Despite being a priestess of Mara, she seamlessly invoked the spirit of Kyne, the Divine to which both Lilija and Iona were devout. Continue reading

Soundtrack: Trygve Wartooth

Apparently, there WAS a reason I couldn’t update over the weekend. Turns out that an impromptu trip to the gym to swim laps will knock you out early if you didn’t plan for it. Anyway, as I edit and work, I’ve been rewatching Riverdale, which is a show that should have been a terrible failure but somehow works. The use of music is particularly apt and one episode ends on a song that rightfully belongs now to Trygve. Video and link to the lyrics after the break. Continue reading

Book Two, Chapter Twenty-Six: Everybody’s Waiting for a Fall

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