Just posted a new chapter of a fic I haven't updated for three years. It's a series of short vignettes throughout this OC's formative years.

4E 112: Evermore, High Rock: A baby girl is born to a Breton spellsword and her Thalmor lover. Young Curinwe is going to have quite a life.

Chapter Thirteen: Seven-year-old Curinwe tries to figure out the Thalmor.

(A series of moments that make up the life of the Imperial Battlemage, Curinwe Varo. Stands alone, but is a prequel to my big Skyrim fic, "The Bonds of Civility". )

From the Preface of "Travels with the Nerevarine" by Telvanni Mistress Tivela Andrethi

Once upon a time, there was another world called Morrowind. You may think you know Morrowind, you may even live here. But the world you know is not the one in which we lived. We lived in a charmed world, where our kindly gods held back the forces of evil and their priests shielded us from hardship. The simple faith of our people never weakened and our ancestors stood guard at the very gates of hell. It was an exciting world with boundless opportunities. The Island of Vvardenfell opened up to settlement during my childhood. Most Dunmer lamented the sudden flood of outlanders, but our own adventurous folk jumped into their boats. Soon, they’d outflanked the outlanders. I recently read a Redoran school primer that claims half of Vvardenfell’s inhabitants during the last years of the Third Era were outlanders. That may be true, but the Redoran author's implication of weakness was not. The Imperial outlanders clustered in the trading settlements of the south-western coast. The warriors and mages of the Great Houses pushed ever further into the interior, remaking the wilderness under Dunmer power. Our people had the upper hand and the Empire knew it. Their merchants were here to court our favour, their labourers to serve us, their soldiers laid low in their pitiful forts awaiting a final reckoning.

The Empire’s reckoning came quickly enough. It’s a pity, though, that ours did too.

I don't know if there will be more of this, but here's the intro from my Telvanni wizard's biography of her brother the Nerevarine. Written circa the events of Skyrim to correct the flawed versions of his story circulated by the New Temple/Redoran and the Empire.

Stark-Born Chapter 3 Posted

Summary:

That's 3/4 chapters published now. The end is in sight for this project.

The Disturbance at the Waiting Door - Another of the Cases of Canon Telvayn

The great detective, Canon Telvayn, solves yet another case as chronicled by Healer Adras of the Temple. A short mystery story/Sherlock Holmes pastiche set in Morrowind. Read it on A03 or under the cut here.

In all my years assisting the Canon, it never ceases to amaze me how often he comes to the truth of a situation without leaving the Temple. Yes, on occasion, he will need to go out - the Temple requires him to perform a number of duties and Canon Telvayn is a loyal son of the Temple. But when it comes to the cases I enumerate in these records, you will notice that the Canon often ascertains the facts without leaving our temple. He will inevitably send me or one of the acolytes to check his conclusions but we rarely find him wrong. One such perfectly intuited case was the bizarre set of circumstances I am calling here The Disturbance at the Waiting Door .

The Bonds of Civility - Chapter 35 is up!

Finally, I’ve updated this behemoth of a fic. 

Summary: The Dragonborn asked for a truce. Ulfric Stormcloak asked for her hand in return. Neither of them knew what they were getting into. A whole lot of politics, drama, and a backstory involving the Great War and the Aldmeri Dominion, that's what.

Chapter 35: Delphine finally addresses the Paarthurnax issue, Cecilia hears some truths from Emilin, and Junius Varo plans to win this war no matter what. Cecilia and Ulfric have a heart-to-heart and then something more. Chapter 35

Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Ulfric Stormcloak, Rikke/Original Female Character, Lydia/Ralof (Elder Scrolls) Characters: Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Lydia (Elder Scrolls), Ulfric Stormcloak, Galmar Stone-Fist, Elenwen (Elder Scrolls), Original Imperial Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), Original Altmer Character(s), Ralof (Elder Scrolls), Original Bosmer Character(s), Rikke (Elder Scrolls), Ondolemar (Elder Scrolls), Delphine (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: beware beware the Dragonborn's Dad, Thalmor, Civil War, Canon Typical Violence, suicide torture and war crimes mentioned, Fantastic Racism, Slow Burn

"Today is the 16th of Sun's Dawn, a holiday celebrated all over Tamriel as Heart's Day. It seems that in every house, the Legend of the Lovers is being sung for the younger generation. In honor of these Lovers, Polydor and Eloisa, the inns of all Tamriel offer a free room for visitors. If such kindness had been given the Lovers, it is said, it would always be springtime in the world." - The Daggerfall Chronicles

A scholar of folklore presents the tale as she heard it from an old Breton storyteller. (I write a short fairy-tale based off a few lore mentions.)