This is an embellished screenshot by my friend Jowain on DA (jowain.deviantart.com). He has a vision of Miraak that I have never seen. This particular work shows a humanity in him that few, if any, would ever see. Enjoy, and be sure to check out his other work. Not only is he a fan of Miraak, but he has some memorable vampires, and his deep sensitivity has allowed him to write some very touching pieces.
Warning: Sexual situations. Not suitable for children.
Selene opened her eyes slowly the next morning in no rush to wake up. She lay silently, listening to Brynjolf’s soft snoring and looking at his sweet face. The stress of their travels and the constant battles had worn on him, and a few lines were starting to form around his eyes. Not that it mattered; he was still the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
A/N: This chapter contains major spoilers for the Dragonborn DLC.
Selene and Brynjolf went back to Raven Rock and traded some things they had picked up on the road. Glover mentioned a group of hunters at Frostmoon Crag that they might trade with, and they decided to stop there on the way to the Skaal Village. They rested for the night and headed north the next morning, stopping at Brodir Grove that night after fighting and killing some bandits who had made camp there. Frostmoon Crag was a hollow in a rocky hillside about an hour’s walk north of Brodir Grove. When they got there, Selene got a surprise.
Nchardak was a huge dwarven ruin about a mile north of Tel Mithryn. It was just offshore and reachable by a wide bridge. Ramps wound around the five exterior towers and led to the main tower in the back. The once-magnificent stone and bronze structures were crumbling beneath their feet after several eruptions of the Red Mountain and centuries of being battered by the sea. As they crossed the bridge, they were attacked by bandits.
Selene and Brynjolf spent the night in the shelter of Saering’s Watch and went up to Benkongerike the next morning. The map and the pillars leading up to Benkongerike indicated that it was a Nordic ruin, but from the outside, it just looked like a cave. It faced the ocean and afforded a majestic view.
Selene and Brynjolf spent the night in the Greathall as guests of Fanari Strong-Voice. A few of the villagers came in to introduce themselves, thank Selene and Brynjolf, and hear their story. They were fascinated with the Dragonborn and her defeat of Alduin, as well as the quest she and Brynjolf were currently on. The Skaal were unlike any Nords Selene had ever met. Frea had talked about how they lived with the land instead of from it, and talking with the others, Selene finally began to understand what she had meant. They took only what they needed from the land and gave back whenever they could. They were as likely to plant a tree as to cut one down, and they made a point of thanking the All-Maker for everything they consumed, even water.
When they returned to Raven Rock the next afternoon, the town was all but deserted. One lonely guard patrolled the town square, and he didn’t have much to say; he didn’t know what was going on, but he was determined not to let it keep him from his duty. Selene and Brynjolf went into the Retching Netch, but it was also empty. They made themselves at home anyway, settling into the room with the big bed and grabbing drinks—wine for Brynjolf, tea for Selene—from the bar. They relaxed for a couple of hours, making a point not to sleep, at least until they had visited the shrine of Kynareth, and had some cheese and dried meat (and a very large sweetroll for Selene) before heading out again. Sure enough, they found pretty much the entire town at the Earth Stone, working on the temple.