#OH MY GOD CALIBLORN FOLLOWED ME??

[throughtrialbyfire]

WIP Wfriday time!!

didn't mean for this to be so late, but i hope you're all having a great week/weekend!! thank you so much to the lovely @thequeenofthewinter @skyrim-forever @boethiahspillowbook @mareenavee and @v1ctory-or-sovngarde for tagging me!!

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this week, i'm bringing the current progress of the chapter art for chapter 2 of Cycle of the Serpent! i'm very new to drawing landscapes, but i think it's turning out pretty good. most of what you're seeing is just my very rough sketch, but the road and the stone wall are technically finished! i just laid down the greenery along them, so i'm going to be working on that a good bit.

and i'm bringing an excerpt of Chapter 19! i'm still going to edit it here and there, but it's mostly ready. this scene takes place on the road to Solitude. i love how it turned out, and i hope you enjoy reading it, as well. <3

"Gods," came that same, pain-hard squeak from somewhere near the stone ruins. Emeros gingerly pulled away from the younger Mers grasp. "You don't have to follow me, but I'm going to see what's happened," He replied, rushing to the fort. He pressed a hand to the side of his mouth, calling, "are you injured?" "Oh no, just- gah- being a little dramatic, 'tis all!" Snarked back the voice, nervous chittering behind every syllable as though he were trying to be comedic. Carrion birds slowed their even strides in the skies above, lumps of fabric and armor forming the figures of corpses along the ground. Athenath tried not to focus too hard on their surroundings. He locked his gaze ahead. Wyndrelis clasped his fingers, magicka pooling into swirls of purple smoke, thinning out into lines as he scanned the ruins. Behind a bale of hay, a glowing outline formed. He gestured. "There."

The trio stepped closer, Emeros producing a potion from his knapsack as they neared the battered and bleeding form. Into their sights prodded the scrawny visage of a young Altmer, ears arching high away from his shaggy, light blond hair, lengths of which stuck out from his head like the feathers of a canary. "By Syrabane-" the boy cut himself off, swallowing hard, adams apple bobbing in his throat as he spoke. The shadows of the three standing Mer towered over him, his pulse shivering in his veins violently as he craned his neck to finally gaze upon them. "I'm- I'm fine! I'll be fine, certainly, I know my way around-" "You're absolutely not fine, and I won't have you insist a bold-faced lie like that," Emeros handed over a glass bottle as he spoke, the red potion inside swirling with the motion, kneeling down beside the younger elf. "Drink some of this, and tell me what happened." The man graciously swallowed down a large swig of the healing potion, a warmth settling in him that made him shudder. It cleared through his abdomen, mitigating most of the worst damage, it seemed. For now, his internal organs were knitting back together, and whatever deathly pallor had been in his features before slowly slipped away. He swallowed another long drink of the potion before Emeros gingerly took the bottle back, setting it aside. "You know," the young Mer heaved an anxious laugh, the sound skipping the air, stone tossed along water's rippling surface, "from the sound of your voice, I thought you were…" he trailed off, swallowed, and looked down, "…I mean-"

"Certainly not Thalmor, I hope." "Uh- no, no! Certainly, simply, I presumed you were-" Emeros raked his fingers through his chestnut hair with a heavy sigh. "Tell us what happened, if you don't mind." "There were these-" the young man grimaced, inhaling sharply. He darted his gaze around the courtyard of the ruined fort, formulating something in his muted green eyes, "these warriors. We tried to rob them, I know it was-" he turned to face Wyndrelis, the Dunmer gingerly removing the elf's arm from where it clutched his abdomen, applying Restoration magic skillfully as the other continued on his story, "I knew it was stupid, but these men, they weren't like ordinary men, they carried these-" he sucked in another sharp breath as the sound of a rib snapping back into place whipped the air, dizziness sliding his eyes up for a moment, "they carried these curved swords, and fought like sabre cats. Not even our leader could- that's him over there," he pointed to a corpse laying face-down on the stones, "brilliant soldiers, the both of them, but petrifying, and I mean- I knew it was a bad idea, horrible idea, gods, it was…"

He trailed off, breaths haggard, thick, his dark clothing soaked darker by the blood. His spectacles hung around his neck from a chain, lenses cracked and stained, his pock-marked face wearing a nervy grin as he tried to keep his wits together. Emeros, grave-faced, knelt there in the silence. He leaned back on his knee, tapping the pads of his fingers together. "And did these warriors happen to say where they were heading?" The blond Altmer shook his head. "No, sir." Turning to Wyndrelis, his eyes lightened. "Are you a healer?" When the Dunmer shook his head, the blond tapped his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "Oh, a shame, your… Your work is good, I hardly feel like I've been injured at all now!" "Good for you." Wyndrelis spoke through grit teeth. He'd need to sip a magicka potion before too long in order to regain what he'd lost here, his eyes darting to the bodies surrounding the courtyard. "I think you'll survive if I stop. Shall I?" "Um-" the blond swallowed hard, knitting his brow, eyes wide, "well, I mean, if you insist! I mean, you probably know more- I'm more of a, uh, Illusion mage, myself-" "Oh, you're a mage?" Wyndrelis pulled his palms away, staggering to his feet, brow coated in a thin layer of sweat. "Um, well, kind of."

#skyrim fic #tes v fanfic #skyrim fanfiction #tes v #tesblr #wip wednesday #oc ; athenath #oc ; wyndrelis #oc ; emeros #cycle of the serpent #bishop.txt #my writing #my art #not to spoil it but . his ass is very much not a bandit and the alik'r warriors had a damn good reason to attack his little group <3