Spectacular Fan Art XXXIV: Yarah (Patreon/Commission)

Memai has done it again. This is, of course, Yarah.

Back when I first starting writing this disaster and when I assumed Elspeth’s entire story could be told in less than twenty chapters, I wanted to have a nod to my first Elder Scrolls character, the Redguard Nerevarine, Zylla. So, I added a minor character, a Redguard, who would be her descendent. At the time, it was not something I intended to reveal, except perhaps in headcanon posts. Continue reading

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Call Me N’Wah Chapter One: Present Day Skyrim and 1 Sun’s Dawn, 3E 427

The incredibly true adventures of my very first Elder Scroll character, the merchant-turned-warrior, Zylla, The Nerevarine, the Incarnate of Lord Indoril Nerevar, Chimeri king of Resdayn and Hortator of the united Chimer people as told in her own words.

Author Note: The introduction connects this story to my Skyrim fic. However, this is merely used as a framing device. The story stands on its own going forward and it is not necessary to have read my Skyrim story. 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

Your Hands Only, Disaster Mail: #4

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Your Hands Only is a new weekly(ish) feature in which our author, by way of correspondence, will share authorial insights into her creative process as she attempts to finish this epic disaster. She will attempt to keep spoilers to a minimum but there will be some so proceed with caution. Readers are welcome to submit questions and letters to elspethaurilie@gmail.com. Queries may also be left in the comments. Continue reading

Book Two, Chapter Twenty Seven: Coming Down is the Hardest Thing

This chapter picks up from here

Yarah leaned back and pinched her eyes and the bridge of her nose with the tip of her fingers. She was nearing the end of a long day of poring over Mithedi’s journals, hundreds of pages of meticulously kept research notes, ranging from theoretical analyses to experimental observations. Though the sections on physiology were far to advanced for her to comprehend fully, she discerned that he was trying to create some type of detect life spell using Bedyn’s blood. Though notably, he never once mentions his name, referring to him only as “the subject”. Continue reading