#falinesti

[yansurnummu]

ok now I'm getting out my red string and pins. I'm calling it now next dlc is gonna be falinesti

#yans stuff #elder scrolls online #eso #probably i will be proven wrong but i want it so bad!!! #heres how falinesti can still win

[uesp]

"All cities are Falinesti, as it was and as it always will be."

--The Shared Urbanity Theorem

Image depicts Windhelm, as well as Falinesti if you accept the Shared Urbanity Theorem.

#uesp #the elder scrolls #lore #elder scrolls online #skyrim

[tastesoftamriel]

Greeting dear Talviel! I was wondering if you have any recommendations for werewolf friendly cuisine. A lycanthropic friend of mine suffers from an awful lot of bleed over effects particularly around food, so onions, garlic, avocados, raisins & grapes, and mushrooms are out. And while I know my compatriot would be content with a simple steak or fish, I also would like to be able to ensure they're able to enjoy some wider flavor expierences as well

I was commissioned to write a tome on werewolf cuisine some time ago. As this was privately commissioned, I can only provide excerpts, provided below.

'Werewolves are equally respected and reviled across Tamriel, and are associated with the Daedric Prince Hircine. Contrary to popular belief, older werewolves are perfectly sentient and in control upon shifting form. While clumsy paws deter shifted werewolves from activities as complex as cooking, many werewolves across Tamriel incorporate food into their transformation rituals. The reason I call them rituals is that, to some, transformation is a sacred gift from Hircine, and it is a precious time to commune with the Daedric Prince whilst enjoying the freedom of taking wolf form. 

Transforming is, rather than being a curse, a cause for celebration, and the preparation and consumption of offerings both to fellow wolf-kin as well as the Lord of the Hunt has become standard practice by proud werewolves around Tamriel. These food offerings give us a glimpse into the werewolf psyche; what food we consume is indicative of what we value and what nourishes us both physically and spiritually.'

'The following dishes are a selection of personal favourites belonging to many werewolves of every race across Tamriel. These dishes are consumed before, during, or after shape-shifting, and reflect the richness and variety of Tamrielic cuisine whilst being unique to werewolves and followers of Hircine.

Venison-and-rabbit steak tartare: With whole raw goose egg

Grilled cow’s heart and tongue: Sliced thinly, and served medium-rare with blood jus dipping sauce

Juniper hare stew: With red wine and herbs

Beef carpaccio: With capers and wild honey

Gryphon steak: With Cloudrest-style béarnaise sauce

Riverhold coconut-grilled surf and turf: With moon sugar chili dipping sauce

Guar mince gratin: With spiced scuttle and guar blood sauce

Veal saltimbocca: With Cyrodiilic cured ham and wine

Ancient Falinesti timber mammoth meatballs: With meat gravy'

#the elder scrolls #tes #food #cooking #asks #werewolf #werewolves

[nientedenada]

The Peasant Princess Rewritten (by an Actual Peasant)

Developed from asks originally on @norieleanduril into a post for r/teslore. I rewrite one of my least favourite ESO stories.

Preface by Alys Thierry, Scholar of Breton folklore.

Some years ago, before the War, I enjoyed the rare privilege of making a journey into Valenwood as an interpreter of Aldmeri languages for the Imperial envoy, Falco Attius. As a student of folklore, I was excited to speak with the locals about their regional tales and customs. Sadly, very few Dominion citizens felt comfortable enough to speak to an Imperial stranger. I should have expected that. There were few times that we were not accompanied by a pleasant but uninformative justiciar.

I had some rare successes with a handful of mer who were either daring enough to brave our justiciar's glares or so unobservant they did not notice them. Most memorable among the latter group was an Altmer footsoldier stationed in Falinesti who not only answered my inquiries but a few days later slipped me a letter to further elaborate on his answers.

This curious document was written in the common dialect of the Isles, consistent with the author's peasant-class background, but is peppered with more formal words and expressions. It would seem the author is imitating more erudite authors, with questionable success. I do hope the author was not punished for his association with me. He was very helpful in expanding my understanding of Altmer culture outside the hallowed halls of academia or court.

_____________________________________ Most Honoured Nebarra Lady,

You asked me if the mer of Summerset actually enjoy stories like The Peasant Princess and I was sorry to say I had never heard of it. But after we spoke, I went looking in an old library and found it. It's a very old play and indubitably one of the worst stories I've ever perused. It begins with a beautiful young servant girl whose mistress dresses her up as a princess to go to a ball. There, she meets a Kinlord who falls for her, and then when she tells him she's not actually a princess, he rants at her for tricking him. Then she realizes she should just be a servant, because her family are servants. The End. No wonder I never heard of this story before.

Sure, this is how it might happen in real life. But that doesn't make it a good story! I suppose this play was commissioned by some smug official to try to show the public a good moral exemplar. Town-reeves always put on the worst public entertainment.

The tales the common people actually enjoy back home are stories about clever farmers or labourers who run circles around their landlords and priests.

So, I have decided it would be meritorious to rewrite this play’s ending so that it may educate the reader in full about our traditional Altmer culture.

I'm keeping this part:

Narrator: So great was Virenire's beauty, she caught the eye of the young prince. Forgetting all decorum, he went over to her and asked for a dance. And so the prince and the servant girl danced for a good portion of the night.

Prince: I've never seen such a beautiful mer. Tell me, who are your parents?

Virenire: Oh, dear prince, I feel I must be honest. My parents are poor peasants, and I but a serving girl to a wealthy mistress.

Narrator: Gazing upon the beautiful eyes of such an entrancing mer, the good Prince came to a startling realization.

Prince: Why, I've been tricked! Here I thought you were a noble mer of good standing, who I might court and one day wed. But you are a mere servant girl.

Now, this prince isn't going to marry a servant girl, of course, that would never happen. And he isn't a nice person, anyway, claiming she tricked him when she told him the truth the moment he asked. We need a better ending here. Virenire needs to use her brains and get what she deserves. It's time for her to turn in her Mistress.

See, the reason Virenire is at the Ball dressed up as a princess is that her Mistress wanted to show her how abject and low-class she was, even if she wore a beautiful dress. She was set up to fail by a woman who didn't care about her or the Prince’s feelings. But the main character of a fairy tale should be quick-witted, so here's my new edition of her response.

Virenire: Oh dear prince, I would never have dared trick you. I am only here at my Mistress' command. If she designed a slight against you, forgive me my ignorance. I am just a simple serving girl who knows her place and does as her lady tells her.

The prince then takes out his anger on that viper Lady Teryldil, who is called away to the capital to face the displeasure of the Prince’s Kinship. Virenire keeps all the jewels and the dress, which she later uses as a dowry to marry a decent young man she'd already had her eye on.

The story is now greatly improved, and think I will petition the village puppeteer to do a performance next time I'm home in Auridon.

You also wanted to know if there was a Valenwood version of this story. I asked my Spinner friend Galethor, since he is a master of all Valenwood lore. He says he has never heard such a story but if it was set in Valenwood, the serving girl would reveal to the prince that she is a long-lost offshoot of the Camoran family, the prince would marry her to secure his claim, and together they’d start a new Civil War for the throne at Elden Root.

He may have been joking, but doesn't that sound a lot like the chapters on Valenwood history in the official Dominion textbooks?

Your Honoured Informant,

[Name Redacted to protect the author's identity.] _____________ Notes:

The Peasant Princess, A Play in One Act is subtitled A demoralizing tale surrounding the Altmer's adherence to tradition. And boy is it demoralizing! It's a lesson taught to the people to keep in their place.

But I wondered if this is really the sort of story that the peasants themselves would tell. Enter Norieleanduril, Noriel for short, who previously has been my voice for the common Summerset folk. With Noriel I try to avoid the usual character tropes (mine too) of Altmer scholars, aristocrats and justiciars, and instead present a more down-to-earth perspective of life for the regular person in Summerset, who has some of the prejudices and beliefs taught by the priests and upper classes, but with their own perspective. (Though he's probably 100 percent sillier than most regular Altmer.)

#tesblr #elder scrolls online #niente fic #altmer

[headcanonrepository]

A Breton Primer (circa 2E)

A collection of lore and headcanon I use for my ESO fanfiction.

Bretons as a race come from the interbreeding of the Direnni and the Nedic people they conquered. This gives them more innate magicka than other races of men, but obviously that distant past is a cultural source of shame/anger. (Lorebook for further reading)

(Headcanon) Verandis, as a noble Altmer who has ancestral lands in Rivenspire and is old enough to have seen this personally, was very likely part of the Direnni Clan in his mortal years. In any case, his current position as an Altmer noble in Breton lands is probably a sore point to many Breton nobles (possibly moreso than the vampirism, but I doubt anyone would openly admit that).

Culturally and technologically, Bretons are a mixture of a few different periods of IRL British/French history. (Disclaimer: I'm not a historian, I just live here) There's elements of Tudor architecture (C15th/16th) in towns, early medieval (C11th) ideas of chivalry and knighthood, platemail from (about C16th), some 'castles' which are more like French chateaus (C16th), some castles which are more like English fortifications (C12th), the political landscape and court structure of late Tudor/Elizabethan era Britain (late C16th). (Then of course, you have more modern attitudes towards sexuality and gender and the working classes - it's a fantasy world, you don't have to be entirely period accurate!) Generally, shooting for something that wouldn't seem out of place in the Tudor era seems safe, but there's a lot of flexibilty.

High Rock is really well positioned for exotic imports/trade routes. There are definitely shipping routes from Sentinel to Evermore - it's practically a purpose built channel. More adventurous sailing merchants would probably brave the route from Summerset (and even further afield like Falinesti) to Daggerfall if the money is right. Northpoint is probably less prosperous as a shipping point, as it mostly only serves shipping to Solitude and neither has particularly high-value goods to be worth the danger. Overland, Evermore to Chorral (via Craglorn) would be a good route to trade Cyrodilic goods...until the Three Banners War broke out, that is.

Underwear! I really couldn't find a good source for medieval underclothing (mostly because it's not the kind of thing you write down - people of the time would not have thought twice about their undergarments and wouldn't have thought it interesting enough to make a note of). Physical evidence of ordinary clothing is hard to come by, since it's worn to destruction (fabric was expensive) and even finer clothing that was cared for more doesn't stand up to hundreds of years of damp, decay and moths easily. I mostly cheat by using 'smallclothes' or 'underclothes' and refusing to elaborate further, but if you want to play it safe, there would probably be a thin cotton or linen shift underneath clothes (partly to save skin from scratchy woolen layers, partly for warmth). There is possibly a surviving medieval bra but historians are still debating that.

Indoor plumbing. Not likely. For most people, water would be drawn from a well or other sources. There's evidence that piped water exists (fountains and such) so particularly rich Bretons might have access to plumbed water inside their own home? But they also have servants to fetch water so probably not. I'll leave toilets to your imagination, since ESO seems to not have evidence of outhouses or nightsoil men and it's fiction - no one poops in fiction, anyway.

#breton #elder scrolls online #possibly a part one - depends if I think of anything else #feel free to ask anything more targeted #headcanons

[ervona]

also thinking about a new hero for Daggerfall as I think the 'ghost helper' was a bit too niche and in her element, who will be a bosmer-redguard. I've been thinking about the trade relations between Rihad, Anvil and Falinesti so they're from one of those cities... it's just the time to go deeper into those provinces, I have more minor ocs in there like Gentleman Jim's family in Hammerfell, and my Telvanni mercenary's family in Valenwood...

#oc tag

[norieleanduril]

Noriel, what are you doing for the Witches' festival?

I went to a bunch of parties in Falinesti dressed as an Ayleid lich. There are a lot of creepy ghost stories about Ayleid lichs, locally, because all these nasty Ayleid wizards apparently fled here to hide in the woods after the slaves in Cyrodiil revolted against them. I don't know if you know but Ayleids were just Altmer who had wandered from Auri-El's light, so I had the height to be a realistic one, unlike this Bosmer guy I met at one of the parties who was also dressed as a Ayleid lich, but a relatively tiny one. I felt bad for a few minutes that I'd overshadowed his costume, but then we called ourselves the Lich twins and he joined us on our party crawl.

Firion dressed as a very attractive spriggan, which is always a favourite for the festival, both In Valenwood and back home in Auridon. The Valenwood spriggan costumes are somewhat scantier than the ones tolerated back home, which I suppose is officially an example of the superior deportment of the Altmer people, but I have no complaints about the alluring Valenwood spriggan I went home with.

Firion, of course, I mean, Firion. Not some other lady.

#witches' festival #tesblr #I believe sexy spriggans must be a mainstay of Tamriel fancy dress

[nightinngales]

"The moment they get to Falinesti, Eres doesn’t plan on leaving their room for a week. It’s been nearly a month since their first time, and this is only the second time since then that they’ve managed to have any chance to enjoy their newfound intimacy. The first had been a stolen moment in a tiny little room at a tavern in a backwater town just north of Kvatch, nearly two weeks ago."

do tell...

LMAO you should know by now i don’t write smut that well. your imagination is probably better than anything i could write about it sgdkkf

#vigilance series

[ehlnofay]

I'm curious about Arabella's whole deal so... acrobat, barbarian, monk perhaps

Acrobat: What keeps your character going? What are they in this all for? For fun! Arabella is a pretty fundamentally selfish person and seeks anything that will give her interest or pleasure. On a deeper level, though (and one she will never verbally acknowledge), she craves security, in whatever form she currently believes that must take. She constructs herself around her vision of safety (and inevitably causes huge problems on the rare occasions that that vision has to change.)

Barbarian: What does your character fear? Do they face their fears, or avoid them? This is a weird one... because she doesn't, really. Arabella employs the masterful coping mechanism of Nothing Can Hurt You If You Recreate Yourself Into Something That Can't Be Hurt, and as a result she doesn't really feel fear per se. It doesn't serve her, so she got rid of it. She does still have things that make her feel unsafe on a purely stimulus/response basis (being asked too many questions, feeling trapped literally or figuratively) - but there aren't many of them and they tend to bypass fear's emotional and behavioural indicators directly into fight or flight. (She finds this very annoying. If she could completely scrap her physiological adrenaline response she would; alas, this is a bit much even for her.)

Monk: What was your character’s childhood like? How was their family? Surprisingly, it was pretty normal. Arabella grew up in Falinesti with her parents, several siblings, and a thriving network of family friends (and family friends of family friends, and family friends' relative's ex-wife's daughter's family's friends, and so forth) and they all lived reasonably average lives. Arabella was quite close to her siblings, less so to her parents; they still had a good relationship, but her parents were very involved with a political underground that Arabella was not particularly invested in. Roughly ten years prior to the events of her questline, Falinesti experienced several spontaneous fires. Arabella has not seen any of her family since their house burned. She's a lot more interested in politics these days.

#thank you for asking about herr <3 I've been writing her the last couple of days so she is On The Brain #words can't describe how unhinged she is. I love her #oc tag #arabella #ask

[captain-of-silvenar]

When will Falinesti return from the war...

#shady speak #tes #eso #i'll enjoy the new dlc #but damn if i wanna see a good bosmer dlc

[yansurnummu]

My toxic eso trait is that every time a new dlc looms on the horizon, I'm like WHERE is falinesti!

#yans stuff #where is she!!! #there's so much mystery going on about it in the AD zones u can't tell me they weren't planning to feature it somehow #it would be a perfect way to do a bosmer update!! new wood elf furnishings! motifs! CENTAURS #i know we're probably not getting it this time as there's already speculation about cyrodiil and spellcrafting? #which spellcrafting would be cool if true. kinda :/ about more cyrodiil #nothing against cyrodiil just. it would be nice to see somewhere new #i just want more redguard and bosmer content tbh

[uesp]

"The Wood Elves of Falinesti feared our fading bones would wander, so they sought us out and carried us to the Bone Orchard. Here they interred us beneath shrines to Y'ffre, ensuring we would never be forgotten. Because of this, none of us can die."

--Olphras

#UESP #Lore #The Elder Scrolls #Elder Scrolls Online

[rjalker]

trying to make pride outfits in ESO, this time with Clothes™ (the kind you can only find by stealing from containers, for some stupid fucking reason.)

I'm listing out the specific colors I have, obviously, if you don't have these colors yet, substitute them with the next closest match. They really need to add more colors.

in no particular order at all:

using Corseted Shirt and Trousers and Tails

MOGAI: Shirt: craftmaster gold, dungeon victor turquoise Pants: Starlight gold, soul gem purple, sulfur pools yellow

Nonbinary: Shirt: obsidian black, soul-gem purple, Pants: obsidian black, julianos white, sulfur pools yellow

Trans: shirt: New Life Cerulean, hyacinth pink pants: lamae white, hyacinth pink, new life cerulean

Pride: Shirt: khenarthi red, senche-tiger orange Pants: sulfer pools yellow ,falinesti green, new life cerulean

Agender: Shirt: obsidian black, forest footpad green Pants: Obsidian black, hist green, polished steel gray

Xenogender: Shirt: Recipe reaper red, starlight gold Pants: new life cerulean, quester yellow, potency blue

Aro: Shirt: essence green, jute green, Pants: obsidian black, julianos white, volunteer's iron

Ace: Shirt: pillager purple, obsidian black, Pants: Obsidian black, julianos white, pillager purple Aroace: Shirt: Senche-tiger orange, quester yellow Pants: julianos white, eyevea blue, new life cerulean Lesbian (sunset) shirt: senche tiger orange, Khenarthi red, pants: master advernturer purple, clothier purple, sould gem purple

Lesbian (sappho poem) Shirt: forge ember red, dolmen deep blue, Pants: sulfur pools yellow, hyacninth pink, falinesti green, Polyamorous: Shirt: Smith steel blue, khenarthi red, Pants: thalmor black, eyevea blue, recipe reaper red,

#ESO #The Elder Scrolls Online #Rjalker plays ESO #ESO give us more colors challenge #so many colors look completely different on different materials >:(

[nientedenada]

The Thalmor in Valenwood

Originally posted in r/teslore in response to the question: "In TES: V Delphine mentions that Wood Elves have as much reason to hate the Thalmor. What reason does Wood Elves have to hate the Thalmor?"

Delphine doesn't actually say that the Bosmer in general have reason to hate the Thalmor, just that Malborn does.

Don't worry about Malborn. He's not a dangerous character like you, but he hates the Thalmor at least as much as I do. He's a wood elf - the Thalmor wiped out his family back in Valenwood during one of their purges that we never hear about.

The other source we have on the fate of Malborn's family is J'datharr's Note, written by Elenwen or one of her subordinates:

Malborn is not his real name - he's now been identified as a survivor of a family of traitors who were all believed to have died in a fire in Falinesti.

And from those facts spring a thousand fan theories.

I think fans over-estimate Bosmer discontent with the Dominion. To begin with, the Dominion was brought about by an allliance between the Altmer Thalmor and certain Bosmer factions.

The Great War says:

In 4E 29, the government of Valenwood was overthrown by Thalmor collaborators and a union with Alinor proclaimed. It appears that Thalmor agents had formed close ties to certain Bosmeri factions even before the Oblivion Crisis. The Empire and its Bosmer allies, caught completely off guard, were quickly defeated by the much-better prepared Altmer forces that invaded Valenwood on the heels of the coup. Thus was the Aldmeri Dominion reborn.

Lathenil of Sunhold offers up a more-detailed analysis of how Valenwood was taken by the Thalmor in Volume IV of Rising Threat:

Before my efforts could come to fruition, the Thalmor struck: another coup, this time in Valenwood. The Empire was not prepared for the Thalmor's subterfuge and stratagem.

There are those who claim the combined Altmer and Bosmer forces greatly out-matched the Empire, but this is a farce. This short, savage campaign was won by the Thalmor even before first blood was drawn. They waited and watched their enemy, they chose where and when they would attack. The Thalmor were able to bring the full fury of their small contingent of Altmer and Bosmer to any of several Imperial strongholds.

Contrary to the posturing of the Empire's generals, the Thalmor did not command greater numbers. They had better spies and greater mobility, and knew how best to use them. This is the menace that the Thalmor represent! They are cruel and merciless, but they are no fools! They are devious and subtle, and so very patient.

So, Lathenil agrees that there were Bosmer members of the Thalmor take-over.

I think that there are two pieces of evidence for Valenwood being way more pro-Thalmor than a lot of fans imagine. One, the Dominion's successful takeover of Valenwood was a huge surprise to the Empire, and the short war against the Empire to take Valenwood was won without tons of Dominion troops. That suggests the populace was pretty ok with what was happening, though it's likely they just didn't care one way or another.

The second is that in the run-up to the Great War, the Thalmor were able to kill every Blades agent in Valenwood and send their heads to the Imperial City as part of the 30th of Frostfall Surprise. They were able to take the Empire by surprise with an attack from Valenwood territory into Colovia. That level of counter-intelligence and control isn't something you'd expect in a territory with lots of resistance to the Thalmor.

Malborn's family possibly dying in a purge doesn't say much about the general Bosmer population's issues either. Because there were purges in Summerset itself. To quote Lathenil again,

They overthrew the rightful Kings and Queens of the Altmer. I remember the revulsion and horror that took hold when word reached me - that this dementia had gripped my homeland. Once so proud and majestic, many of our great race actually embraced this insanity! Then the first of many pogroms descended on Summerset Isle. They slaughtered any who were not "of the blood of the Aldmer." A fine excuse to purge the dissidents, as well - the Thalmor have never been ones to waste such an opportunity.

and from The Great War, regarding the years after the Dominion was incorporated.

Shortly afterward the Aldmeri Dominion severed all contact with the Empire. For seventy years they were silent. Most scholars believe there was some sort of internal strife in Alinor, but very little is known of the factional struggles that went on inside the Dominion while the Thalmor consolidated its power in Summerset and Valenwood.

The Thalmor hunted down refugees from the Dominion and half-bloods in Sentinel (per Fasendil and the Keyes' books) and Balfiera (per Keyes).

But we don't conclude from those suggestions of mass bloodshed that the Altmer en masse hate the Thalmor, so why should we think that of the Bosmer?

The average Bosmer could have an entire range of opinions about the Thalmor from hating their guts, to not caring about them one way or another, to thinking them the saviours of mer. And we have almost nothing to tell us what the popular mood is right now in either Valenwood or Summerset.

ETA: One other data point if you're interested in Valenwood under the Dominion. There was an Imperial-funded rebellion there at the time of Lord of Souls.

It’s much worse in Valenwood—our supplies are no longer reliably getting to the rebels there. Sixty were caught and executed last week, along with four of our own men. There’s a leak we [the Penitus Oculatus] don’t know about, someplace. They know too much about our movements.

That's as of 4E 48, no indication of how serious and expansive a rebellion it was.

Second comment.

One other source I had at the back of my mind but couldn't find last night. Summerset was funding at least one Bosmer tribe during the War of the Blue Divide in 3E 396:

During the black year of 396, when the Parikh tribe began their rampage through southeastern Valenwood with the aid of powers from the Summurset Isle, Lady Benoch fought the futile battle to keep her tribe's land.

Words and Philosophy

The general account goes straight from Summerset and Valenwood at war with each other in 3E 396, to the Dominon being founded in 4E 29, with no hint of how any common ground was found in between. So, the fact that Summerset had an alliance with at least one Bosmer tribe even during the war is really interesting. Certain parties in Summerset were already scheming with certain parties in Valenwood, maybe not the same groups that would unite in the Dominion, but the Bosmer weren't united even then.

Another follow-up comment

Understanding the Thalmor coup in Valenwood begins with knowing Valenwood's terrible position under the Empire. The Pocket Guide to the Empire, an official Imperial publication that tried to be optimistic in nearly all its other sections, had nothing positive to say of the later Septim Empire's presence in Valenwood, characterized Valenwood as a failed state, and warned that there were signs of some upheaval coming.

Current Events: The political weakness of Valenwood has been evident for more than twenty years now, and the Bosmer seem resigned to this state of affairs. The land is considered by most to be a mere geographical designation without any political purpose. If there is honor or pride, it is with one's family or clan. National feeling, never strong, seems to have died. The tribal council has not met in decades. Valenwood appears to be adrift.

And yet there are signs of other forces stirring. The Wild Hunt has been sighted for the first time in over five hundred years, although to what purpose is not yet clear. Falinesti, the "walking city" of trees, has rooted itself for the first time in recorded history. A new Bosmer prophet has arisen, known only as the Precursor, who preaches that the old Forest God Y'ffre is returning with new gifts for his favored people. Whether these are isolated events, or signs of some great change coming to Valenwood, remains to be seen.

Was "the Precursor" related to the Thalmor spies and allies within Valenwood, possibly? Or are they separate, but manifestations of the same spirit of unrest?

Anyway, there definitely have been Bosmer who oppose the Thalmor in Valenwood, but there are also Bosmer who supported it and they have been very important to the creation of the Aldmeri Dominion.

#tesblr #tes lore #Valenwood #Thalmor #niente lore

[gwilin-stay-winnin]

Snippet Someday

Tagged by @ladytanithia. Thanks for including me in all these silly little writing memes :D

Once again, I don't know anyone who I can tag, so whoever wants to participate should go right ahead!

Rules: Revisit an old fic (or earlier chapters of your current WIP) and share a snip from:

Your first chapter

Your favorite chapter

Your most challenging chapter

Or, if you don't write longfic, feel free to share your one-shots. Provide as much or as little commentary as you want.

I only have the one fic up on ao3, so I'll be pulling from that one :3

FIRST CHAPTER – The Ruins

The first chapter of my story was written when I hadn't even begun to think about what followed it. I think I got about four chapters in before I starting conceptualizing story events to strive towards as I wrote, which I really should've done from the beginning. Would've helped the first few chapters feel more connected and complimentary to the rest of the fic. Never too late to go back and rewrite those puppies, though.

Unsure of what else she could do, Fari sat and waited, resolving to watch them for however long it took until she could safely slip away. To her, there was no more grueling task than that which necessitated patience, but she was no fool. There were five of them and one of her; there was taking risks and then there was risking it all.

FAVORITE CHAPTER – The Departed

I just feel like I hit my stride in this chapter. The goodbye scene between Temba and Gwilin is solid. Gwilin gets to talk about what it was like to become aware of his socioeconomic status as the child of immigrant farmers, then rips a giant fart. Wilhelm gets all riled up and it's fun as hell. It's a charming portrait of Ivarstead, more than anything else. Plus the pacing is pretty good.

From the corner of her eye, she watched as Gwilin lifted his right leg almost imperceptibly, and released what could only be described as the loudest, most ungodly string of flatulence to ever materialize within their mortal plane. It echoed through the inn's ceiling and drowned out Lynly's lute playing for the entire five seconds throughout which it transpired. Kynareth herself wept. "Oh, for Talos' sake!" scolded Wilhelm, at the sight of the mute laughter they both erupted into. "Us not having any guests isn't an invitation for you two to do away with decorum!" Gwilin responded by letting out a dainty toot.

MOST CHALLENGING CHAPTER – The Hunting Trip AND The Salt and the Wound

These are tied for having been complete hell to write. After going over The Hunting Trip for a few days I feel like I ended up with something pretty good, but I never really landed on a version of The Salt and the Wound that I liked. It's definitely due for a heavy, heavy revision.

"Come with me, Gwilin," she urged. "There's nothing for either of us here. We'll see everything together. We can be on a caravan to Camlorn one day and a ship to Falinesti the next. You can draw the people we meet. I can sing to you each night next to the fire." She looked down at the hand she'd curled into his, and her voice grew soft. "We'll make love, and it'll always feel like the first time…"

#tag game #writing meme #tesblr #depictions

[keeninghearts]

1E385. Falinesti.

Luci, my dearest--

It quickened my heart to hear from you. Through the blockades, the Hunt, Marukh's newest directives, the more stringent and pressing by the day -- to still know that your shop is still open, that you are still carefully

Luci--

The world grows old and I still think of you.

Luci--

My beloved! What a whirlwind! What an adventure! To hear from you, at last

Luci--

My glorious Luci.

Luci--

My dearest Luci. How much I have fallen, for you, for you.

I close this letter with a kiss to the hand, if you will pardon my indiscretion.