One reason I insist on having WhiteRiver Cottage is because the kids have more to do outside, up to and including playing with the kids in Riverwood.
It's also very pretty inside and out.
The Tale of MericHe looked down at the Sanctuary beneath the Eldergleam, tears coursing down his cheeks. The Sisters lay in pools of their own blood, dun-colored robes stained with it. They hadn’t had a chance against those that came for them, who had slaughtered them and Jerbodun and Hahnu. He’d never seen a dragon die before, had never heard of mortals killing them. The Priests were lying; dragons could be as mortal as anyone else when faced with an axe. Barely eleven years old, and he now knew the biggest secret of the dragons. He somehow doubted he’d make it to twelve; his earlier life made him all too aware of the brutal world beyond the Sanctuary.
Numbly, he left the protection of the Tree, walking amongst the corpses of those that had been his friends and protectors for the last few years. Playmates, teachers, surrogate sisters…all dead. All the memories and potential, ripped away. They hadn’t known what to do with him, that night three years ago when he ran from ba
The Day the Story Died
The Day the Story Died
The world was on fire: giant towers of living flame sparked and writhed viciously. The sky was a cloud of hellish black smoke that drained all light from the sky, as a small band ran from the wake of the inferno. The air was now acrid and had long since scorched the lungs of all those who inhaled it, making one of the party who currently ran cough and gasp achingly. It seemed like an eternity that these desolate figures had tried to escape the fires that chased them relentlessly, but as to an exact amount of time, no one could say how long they had avoided it.
Finally, as the group reached a sparse place where the fire had yet to grow, the one who had coughed (a young woman with darker skin) doubled over and choked as the fatigue caught up with her. They had been trying to escape for so long, and so many had already been swallowed up by the accursed death. It was like a night-terror having been realized, making it all the more
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Take your eldest, or most currently developed OC.
Your OC started from somewhere, from some random idea that blossomed into something much greater. So here's the chance to share those awkward beginnings to their current successful (or less so) selves!
To start, tell us their name:
Telki Tailkinker....she'll tell you where Tailkinker came from, but it'll take a while.
How did you develop their name?
Names just jump to my head. I literally pulled "Telki" out of the ether twenty some odd years ago to name a were tiger cleric being played in my now-husband's DnD game. I have heard it's a real word, real name (thanks deviant) meaning either heifer (but pronounced more like tool key) if we're talking Russian, or 'strong/fast' according to some kid on deviant talking about his lion character on Deviant.
I pronounce her name "Tell-key"
Why did you first make this character?
Telki is all my uninhibited exuberance turned up to eleven. She was my very first role playing character, and my husband pretty much ran the game to turn me loose and watch the mayhem. Many nights were spent in my dorm room laughing our tails off, when I wasn't leaving him flabbergasted. This is the character that tied time in a knot by rescuing the unrescuable. Well, he gave me a time traveling ship, what ELSE was I going to do with it?
How long have you had this character?
Since my sophmore year of college....good lord, she's old enough to vote now.
Why did you keep this character/Why were they so special to you?
Like I said, she's a version of me, all the best parts and unafraid of the world. I sometimes use a bit of her verve to help myself deal with the tough things and just get it done already.
Tell us your OC's beginning development to her current development (briefly please):
Her first incarnation was a were tiger cleric of Huorn. Her latest incarnation is an irrespressable Dovahkitty bard in Skyrim. The irrepressible personality hasn't changed much, except she may have more tact and sense of responsibility now. I guess she's grown to adulthood as I have grown.
On a scale of 1 to 10, how dramatically would you say your OC changed from their origin?
Good question, were-tiger to Khajiit is a bit of a jump; cleric to avatar, not so much. As I said, the personality has probably matured a bit, so maybe a five?
Is this your main OC, or are they not as special (but special enough not to throw away)?
I will probably still be writing Telki Tales in my dotage. Here is a version of me that I can pass down to kids and grandkids, and hopefully show them how to be the best them, unafraid of what others think, and impervious to what others try to make of them.
How do you see their future?
I insist on a happy ending for all. The real world makes no such guarantees, and we need to be reminded they can happen.
Now, tag at least 3 people:
Nope Nope Nope
(Okay, Telki says if you have a character pecking your shoulder like she did mine, consider yourself tagged)