Doing this again!
1. For each of the 10 first people answering this journal, I will put their avatar and the three deviations I like most from their gallery on the list!
2. If you answer, you have to do the same in your journal, putting the tagger on the first place. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone.
EiraWhen Rolff Stone-Fist woke, the first thing he did was check for a hand resting on his chest as he did every time.
And as with every waking moment, he sighed when he realized that the person who owned the hand he was looking for had left him six months ago. “Eira,” he thought as he climbed out of his warm bed for the cold room. “I miss you so much, my dear Eira.”
The shadows were long in his small house as he puttered around looking for a bottle of ale or mead. He had been living in Candlehearth Inn until his older brother, Galmar, complained that it made Ulfric Stormcloak look bad that his housecarl’s only living family lived in an inn. Galmar had gotten him this place soon after. It wasn’t much, not like the nice house he and Eira had shared, but he supposed it was better than nothing.
Finally, he found a half-empty bottle of Honningbrew mead and sat down to drink it while he waited for nightfall. Rolff rarely bothered being up during the day any m
Season Unending"Dammit, Ulfric got here first," General Tullius groused as he dismounted.
There were two horses bearing the Windhelm colors already in the High Hrothgar stables as the Imperial contingent filed in. With Tullius, Legate Rikke, Jarl Elisif, Jarl Balgruuf, their housecarls, and Ambassador Elenwen's mounts included, the small shed was overly full. The Greybeards had no need for horses, but they had the building for their rare visitors. It was highly unusual for them to have this many guests at once.
"Of course he did," Elenwen said as she smoothly dismounted. "He's much closer than we were, he has a smaller contingent, and he had to be here first to prove his worth."
"He's also not going to be happy that the ambassador is here," Rikke murmured to Tullius. Elenwen smiled, not acknowledging the legate's words. "You know how much Ulfric hates the Thalmor."
"What was I supposed to do, Legate?" Tullius replied lowly. "She's higher ranked than me and has every right to be here. I couldn't exact
Taking Care of Business - Part 1Part 1: How to Hunt a Sabre Cat
It was another typical day in the Cistern. Thieves were lounging around, either waiting for it to get dark enough to go on a job, resting from returning from a job, or trying to fence their illegitimate goods. Brynjolf was walking quickly past the members, ignoring them instead of his usual good-natured banter. The redhead was focused on talking to Mercer Frey as soon as possible.
"Mercer," Brynjolf said as a way of greeting when he got to the Guildmaster's desk. "I need to talk to you about Maven Black-Briar."
"Maven can go fuck herself," Mercer snorted, not bothering to look up from his ledgers. "I have enough to do without bothering with her."
"It might be a blessing if she did," Brynjolf said bitterly. "That woman just sent an invoice down here saying that she is going to increase her cut of our profits to fifty percent."
"WHAT?!" Mercer exclaimed, finally looking up. Rage painted his face. "Her cut has always been ten percent."
"I know, boss," Brynj