#karelle

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"Where did you get these clothes? A Riften street peddler? The material quality is atrocious! Look at how poor the fit is, and that's just the start! You'd cause less offense wearing a potato sack around town."

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Karelle being grilled for her heinous crimes against fashion by sisters Taarie and Endarie, the owners of the Radiant Raiment in Solitude. They have a keen eye for clothes and are very eager to point out the crippling flaws of any outfit they didn't make themselves.

This was an idea that has been rattling around my head and it took me a while to sort out as a picture.

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"Are you sure you don't want to ride Vahl for a bit? It's still a long way to the inn." asked Karelle, turning slightly in the saddle to look at the mage walking slightly behind.

"No, thank you." replied Avrin. "Horses have never been my thing. My parents tried to teach me back on the estate when I was younger but I got thrown off once and that was the end of that."

"Didn't you say your sister trained them?" asked Karelle.

"Yes, and to her credit she was very good at it. To the point where she'd spend more time with horses than people. It kept her out of my way so that was fine by me."

"Doesn't stop you from trying again though. Vahl here is well behaved most of the time - I can even lead him so you don't have to do anything." said Karelle, patting the side of her mount.

"Ah, I'm happy to keep my feet on the ground. Besides, it never looked very comfortable to me."

Karelle smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Better than having your teeth rattled in a bumpy carriage. But suit yourself. Just don't be complaining about sore legs tonight!"

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Karelle's not feeling too happy. Normally she wouldn't shy away from company but not this time. Perhaps a contract went wrong, or she had an argument with her annoying mage friend…

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For better or worse, she's not a subtle woman.

Here's Karelle, happily posing for the annual somewhat spicy picture.

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I've been struggling with ideas for full pictures lately, so the old fallback is to just draw Karelle, this time skulking around at night.

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Market day and Avrin has set up his little stall to sell his wares. Potions, powders and poultices to cure and revive! Put some pep in your step and vigor in your figure! All guaranteed from an Imperial University trained and certified alchemist!

Karelle seems rather interested, though watch her - she has deft hands! She'd probably pay him back eventually out of guilt though.

This one was a pain because I insisted to put a roof on them. So there's a lot of diffused shadows under there to mute things down a bit more than normal and a couple of tricks to keep the focus on Avrin and Karelle rather than the other people.

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Keeping on with following Karelle's early days in Skyrim! By this point she has spent a winter over in Falkreath town doing odd jobs and being bored out of her mind. The next spring she started to head back out to hunt and fish but when returning to town she caught sight of two Thalmor agents. Upon eavesdropping, her heart sank to learn that her past was catching up with her.

Originally she fled north at the very end of the Empire-Aldmeri Dominion war. Thalmor troops had waylaid her family and accused her father of being an Empire spy, using his merchant work as a cover. A fight broke out and her father was fatally stabbed and her family detained.

They managed to escape but Karelle burned with vengeance. She managed to track down several Thalmor camps and bagged trains and killed all those she thought responsible or got in her way. It caused quite a stir and soon she had to say goodbye to her family and head north. The war ended shortly after but now the 'neutral' Thalmor agents had plenty of time and a favourable peace treaty in which to pick up all their loose ends, including a certain dunmer who caused a them a lot of trouble.