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I redrew one of my favorite screenshots of Stella, my BG3 OC! :)
I like how my Stella screenshot redraw is turning out :)
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I started a multi-chapter fic tonight... I'm thinking it'll be various scenes in mostly chronological order from primarily Urayna's POV. (For those who don't know, Urayna is my player character from TES IV.) Here's what I wrote tonight... TW for canonical sexual harassment.
I realized I've been taking Urayna's story too literally... I've been underutilizing the power of metaphor.
My dear friend, @ulenehlervu, drew my Oblivion OC, Urayna. Thank you so much, Jay! It's such a beautiful drawing. :') <333
"May the holder of the fourth key know the heart thereby: the Mundex Terrene was once ruled over solely by the tyrant dreugh-kings, each to their own dominion, and borderwars fought between their slave oceans. They were akin to the time-totems of old, yet evil, and full of mockery and profane powers. No one that lived did so outside of the sufferance of the dreughs. I give my soul to the Magna Ge, sayeth the joyous in Paradise, for they created Mehrunes the Razor in secret, in the very bowels of Lyg, the domain of the Upstart who vanishes. Though they came from diverse waters, each Get shared sole purpose: to artifice a prince of good, spinning his likeness in random swath, and imbuing him with Oblivion's most precious and scarce asset: hope. Deathlessly I intone from Paradise: Mehrunes the Thieftaker, Mehrunes Godsbody, Mehrunes the Red Arms That Went Up! Nu-Mantia! Liberty! Deny not that these days shall come again, my novitiates! For as Mehrunes threw down Lyg and cracked his face, declaring each of the nineteen and nine and nine oceans Free, so shall he crack the serpent crown of the Cyrodiils and make federation!"
— Commentaries on the Mysterium Xarxes, Book 4
One of the Urayna doodles from tonight. :) I want to keep working on it, but I like it so far.
WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by my dear friend @lavampira to share a WIP. Thank you, Dani! <3
I'll tag @creaking-skull , @ervona , @fllagellant , @isayashai , and @dadpilled to share a WIP too if they'd like. :)
'The world is so beautiful.' Urayna thought as she looked around her. She'd hiked from Chorrol to Cloud Top seeking the book Fingers of the Mountain for Teekeus. After she'd retrieved it, she realized how high up she was, and felt inspired to climb even higher. She was near the Cyrodil-Hammerfell border now, and from her height, the view was amazing. The Dragontail Mountains were to the west, speckled green with trees she could just barely make out and sparkling white at their peaks. And to the east she could see all of the forested Colovian Highlands sloping downward. Chorrol, which had seemed so large and impressive while she'd been walking its streets, looked like a model she might see for sale at its market from here. The sunset was the most impressive sight of all though. The sky glowed orange and pink, its brilliance only contrasted by a few distant gray clouds. Entranced by its glory, Urayna sat on a relatively flat rock to watch it and catch her breath. The air was thin here, and she needed to take deep breaths to feel satisfied. It was fragrant too, she noticed. She closed her eyes for a moment to appreciate the scent of it. It smelled damp and earthy, sweet, floral, and herbal, and a little animal. While her eyes were closed, she noticed the sounds around her as well; the chirping of insects and birds from every direction, and the occasional rustle of grass or leaves. She opened her eyes again and saw that the sun had nearly set completely. The pink had disappeared from the sky, and the orange had receded and faded, replaced by a dusky blue and the evening's first glittering stars. As she watched them sparkle, she considered camping there for the night. Now that the adrenaline from her climb up had worn off, she was feeling sore and sleepy, and sleeping outside didn't bother her; she was more accustomed to sleeping outside than inside. The couple bear pelts she carried with her everywhere could make any place feel soft and warm. But she was hungry, and craving something warmer and more filling than the light fare she'd brought with her. As she stood and stretched, she wondered what Emfrid had cooked for dinner tonight. Last night it'd been roasted potatoes, carrots, and onions with gravy; her mouth watered at the memory, and she started making her way east down the slope toward Chorrol.
"My true name? Milady, I am no one. No, no, my parents named me Know Wan -- or was it No Buddy? What matters it? It matters not. How may parents give name to that which they know not? Ah! I believe that was the name, Know Not. I have been the Nightingale for so long I do not remember, since, oh, last month at the very least -- or was it last week? All my memory goes into song and tale, you see, Milady. I've none left for myself. I'm really quite dull. Where was I born? Why, Knoweyr. I plan to settle in Dunroamin when I get there ... but I'm in no hurry." "I see. And will you then marry Atallshur?" "Very perceptive of you, Milady. Perhaps, perhaps. Although I find Innhayst quite charming too, at whiles." "Ah. You are fickle, then?" "Like the wind, Milady. I blow hither and yon, hot and cold, as chance suits. Chance is my suit. Naught else wears well on me." Barenziah smiled. "Stay with us awhile, then ... if you will, Milord Erhatick." "As you wish, Milady Bryte."
— The Real Barenziah, Volume 4
pose reference: Joan Armatrading by Clive Arrowsmith; lute reference: Medieval Lute by Drees Nick.