Gwenyth’s Journal One – Coldharbour

Chapter Pic - WordPressI’ve thought about starting a journal for a while, but I never could find the inspiration; but my sister Kaawenyth told me once that I shouldn’t need inspiration for a journal. Just write what I think and feel. I replied that I’ve never been a big thinker or feeler, and she just laughed and said I was lying to myself. I guess she’s right. I mean, I’ve had the same lover since I was a child, and I’ve read every book in the Library of Elden Root—okay, not every book, but a lot of them. Mum and Da always stressed that it was just as important to be well read as it was to be good with a blade and a bow. I just never thought much about it. I guess I learned and just didn’t realize it. Huh.

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Introducing Gwenyth

I’m posting new fanfiction starting today. This is the Journal of Gwenyth Nightvale. Gwen is the product of a roleplay on Elder Scrolls Online, and throughout the story, you’ll meet lots of interesting characters created by my guildies. I hope you come to love Gwenyth as much as I do.

Don’t worry; Amelia and Kaawen’s stories haven’t stopped altogether. I’ve just got a slight case of writer’s block where they are concerned, and I hope to start writing them again soon.

Interesting side note: Gwenyth and Kaawen are sisters.

Screenshot Wackiness

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. My health is always questionable, and I’ve been doing a lot of roleplaying in ESO, so my fanfic has been pushed to the back burner for a while. I hope to post more updates again soon, but in the meantime, I thought you might enjoy some hilarious screenshots I managed to snap.

 

Uh, sir, you need to park that outside.

Sir, you Need to Park that Outside

 

Yeeeehawwwww!

Werewolf Rides Again

 

TMI

So Interesting

 

Those Nords really know how to party.

Nord Dancing

 

I, uh, . . . um . . . yeah, there are no words for this one.

Skeleton Lute

The Queen’s Eyes Eight – Prejudice

A/N: Contains explicit sexual content and nudity in the artwork. NSFW and inappropriate for children.

Kaawen and Betath were silent as they made their way through Vulkhel Guard to his house. She was sure all sorts of ideas and questions were playing through his mind, just as they were through hers. Her words, “Do you want to get out of here?” had a pretty clear meaning, at least for her. But only last night, she had said she wasn’t ready to take their relationship to the next step. Indeed, their first kiss had been just yesterday as well. Betath must be all manner of confused. Then again, so was she.

When they arrived at his house, he got himself a glass of wine and a cup of Samardan’s breakfast brew for her. “I need to get you some rotmeth, or at least some mead,” he said as he handed her the cup and sat next to her on the divan.

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Soulless Seven – Time Magic

Ch 7 - Amelia on battlefieldAt the center of the vast swamp that was Glenumbra Moors lay the site of an ancient battle between the Direnni and the Alessians. They called it a fort, but there really wasn’t much to it except for a few rotting log walls and a cave with a heavy door. Today it was teeming with people, mostly mages, who stood outside the gate, peering onto the battlefield or casting spells. A large tent stood off to one side, and smaller ones were placed nearby.

An officious-looking orc stood near the gate, and Amelia went up to her. “Excuse me,” she said. “I’m looking for whoever is in charge. I’m from Aldcroft.”

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The Queen’s Eyes Seven – Eye of the Queen

Ch 7 - Kaawen, Betath, RazWhen Kaawen opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Betath’s face. Her head was in his lap, and he was peering down at her with concern.

“Well, that was unpleasant,” she groaned painfully, gingerly touching the lump on the back of her head.

“How do you feel?”

“Terrible.” She sat up to see that they were in a prison cell. Fasion lay a few feet away, stone-cold dead. Razum-Dar stood at the cell door, and a guard lay at his feet.

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Soulless Six – Aldcroft

Ch 6 - Amelia and ChamberlainIt was raining when Amelia arrived in Aldcroft, although in her mind, even the rain couldn’t make the town more depressing. The townspeople would tell you that it was a thriving hub of the shipping industry, but while cargo ships did indeed dock there, the village itself was a sty, a few hovels centered around an open-air market and dock area, with a handful of campsites thrown in for good measure. A dozen or so decent houses were scattered here and there, but they only served to make the rest of the town seem more desolate. It rested at the southeastern edge of the Glenumbra Moors, and with Iliac Bay directly to the east, there wasn’t a lot of dry land, only a series of small islands connected to each other by footbridges. One road led out of town and met up with a major thoroughfare that connected it to Daggerfall and Camlorn. The humidity was oppressive year round, not to mention the stench of rot and fish. She had been used to it growing up, but it was amazing how being away for a few years could make a person forget. Either that, or it had gotten worse over time.

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