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Anyone Up for Russian Roulette?

Fri Jan 30, 2015, 6:56 PM
Last night my computer stopped working.  I didn't know what went wrong.  My husband said my hard drive crashed.  Every bit of art, every family photo, every screen shot (there were thousands) all the side projects I've been working on are lost.

Years have been lost.

I was such a dumbass.  Please people, if you learn anything from me, please, please back your stuff up externally.  I could have but I was lazy. I could have used cloud, or something external.

Could have. Would have. Should have.


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Anyone Up for Russian Roulette?

Fri Jan 30, 2015, 6:56 PM
Last night my computer stopped working.  I didn't know what went wrong.  My husband said my hard drive crashed.  Every bit of art, every family photo, every screen shot (there were thousands) all the side projects I've been working on are lost.

Years have been lost.

I was such a dumbass.  Please people, if you learn anything from me, please, please back your stuff up externally.  I could have but I was lazy. I could have used cloud, or something external.

Could have. Would have. Should have.


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Empty is the Head... by Lesliewifeofbath
Empty is the Head...

The Setup:  Ondolemar and Marceline have been making their way across the countryside in search of some fat loot said to be found in Ragnvald Barrow.

Ondolemar: Marceline, for the love of Mara…

Marceline:   Again, Ondolemar? Really?

Ondolemar: *Sigh* No, darling not that. I just want you to admit we’re lost.

Marceline:    We are not lost.  The barrow is lost. And it’s not my fault that the bloody barrow is lost.  Besides, if we stand up here long enough, we’re bound to spot it.

Ondolemar:  You’re just standing there.

Marceline:    Not just standing, Ondolemar— EPICALLY standing—there’s a difference.

Ondolemar:  Ok, so while you’re EPICALLY standing—

Marceline:     With the moon in the distance and sunset and pines at my back...and my new outfit!

Ondolemar:   And a dragon—

Marceline:     Ooohhh, a DRAGON! *Clapping* I hope Leslie gets this…and my good side.  She knows my right side is my best side and yet she’s constantly—

Ondolemar:   *Exasperated* Marceline! Night is falling, our provisions are running low and there’s a bloody dragon circling below, ready to make a meal out of our horses!  For the love of Magnus, let’s go, aaallllrrreeeaaadddyyyy!

Marceline:      Why did you change it to Magnus?  He’s not exactly sexy, ya know.

Ondolemar:    *Having a rage stroke* BBBAAAHHHHH! How, by the Eight—

Marceline:       Nine, sweetie, you mean Nine…

Ondolemar:    *Throwing hands up in the air* How are you the Dragonborn?  Was there a mix up in the selection process?  A glitch by the gods? HOW ARE YOU THE SAVIOR OF MAN AND MER?  HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE????

Marceline:   *Menacing Glare* FUS RO DAH!

Ondolemar:  FALLING Thump, thack!  OUCH! Bump, crack! Oh, that’s going to swell….

Marceline:   *Peering down over the cliff* Hey, honey?  While you’re down there, can you take care of that dragon for me, please…

Ondolemar:  #&@%!!!! Yeah, sure, darling.

Empty is the Head Too by Lesliewifeofbath

Marceline: Totally worth it.


Just some birthday fun at Odie's expense.  Poor dear.

Ondolemar Copyright Bethesda Softworks.
Empty is the Head Too by Lesliewifeofbath
Empty is the Head Too
Totally worth it....

See: Empty is the Head... by Lesliewifeofbath

Skryim Copyright Bethesda Softworks.

Ohhhh Myyyyy.

Journal Entry: Sat Jan 24, 2015, 7:22 PM
So, I've writing the Courtesan Series since 2013 and I can promise you that an end is in sight.  I'm working on the final chapter of this particular series, but have decided not to write an epilogue as the adventures of Marceline and Ondolemar are far from over.

Speaking of adventures. I have been writing so much about Skyrim that I've kind of forgotten how fun it is to actually play the game.  So to that end I've picked up a few new mods and have been...uh...quite inspired since installing them.  I've already listed the links to said sexy mods here:

Guess Which Mod I've Been Using.... by Lesliewifeofbath

If you have any questions about any of the mods I use, please drop me a line and I'll gladly send you a link. 

For those of you who are waiting with baited breath for the Courtesan Series Finale, it should be out by the end of this month, early next month.  I've just been super busy with my submission to :iconthe-bards-college: Collaboration Contest.

After I write the Courtesan Finale, I will be taking a long hiatus as far as writing goes.  My family and I are planning to move to Portland, Oregon in July and as that's on the other side of the country (I'm close to Washington, DC), the move will take most of my free time.

I will still be monitoring my groups, but will decidedly need some help in July and August.

Guess Which Mod I've Been Using.... by Lesliewifeofbath
Guess Which Mod I've Been Using....
I have been writing so much about Skyrim and the adventures of Marceline that I've forgotten how much fun it is to actually play said game.

And if you're going to play it...well, you might as well go all out.  That being said, this screenie has been marked mature as I will be putting the references to what mods I've been using below.  These Mods are definitely adult themed.  If you want to know how adult themed, I will be more than happy to show you, but will not make the screenies public.

As always: Ondolemar belongs to Skyrim Bethesda Softworks©.

Rendered in Gimp 2.6

Mods Used:

Male body replacer.  The choice should be obvious (erect) but everyone has different preferences:…

This is really a sex mod.  It can be about prostitution, but not for my purposes: Skyrim Prostitution:…?

The Hairstyler:…

Amazing Follower Tweaks:…?

As I lost my good Ondolemar mod in the Great Skyrim Crash, I can't give you a link as the beloved mod is not longer at Nexus.  I'm not crazy about the one I'm using now.
Ok, so I say whatever I want and post stupid things...kinda like facebook, don't ya think?…

Happy New Year Everyone!

Wed Dec 31, 2014, 10:54 PM
New me it's just January first.  To lots of people it means a new start, but oddly I've found myself going back to my roots.

I've spent a lot of time playing Morrowind recently.  I guess it's an inspiration for the story I'm writing for the Bards College Contest.  I've also gone through and did some more editing to Nerevar Blue, my first fan fiction.

It's been a lot fun going back and playing the game.  And of course I would be remiss not to mention my favorite mod Ashlander Julan: by the extraordinarily talented kateri-t.

I love all of you and hope you have a wonderful New Years (whatever that means to you).

Right now my only resolutions are to finish the story I'm working on now, complete the Courtesan Series and clean up my shame hole (the area around my desk where I do my writing and gaming).  It's a freakin mess.  I gotta do something about that...

Anyway, be safe and have fun!

Annika Blue in Sunset by Lesliewifeofbath
Annika Blue in Sunset
My beloved OC Annika Blue looking rather epic.

Rendered in Gimp 2.6

Morrowind © 2003 Bethesda Softworks LLC

A link to Nerevar Blue Series:…
Azura Moon and Star by Lesliewifeofbath
Azura Moon and Star
The Great Daedric Prince Azura, goddess of the evening sky.

Rendered in Gimp 2.6

Morrowind © 2003 Bethesda Softworks LLC

Nerevar Blue Series:…
Cliff Racer by Lesliewifeofbath
Cliff Racer
Just a lovely shot of Morrowind's most notorious pest, the lowly cliff racer.

Done in Gimp 2.6

Morrowind © 2002 Bethesda Softworks LLC

Belated X-mas Card

Journal Entry: Fri Dec 26, 2014, 7:09 AM

I hope everyone had a very merry X-mas.  Or if you don't celebrate that particular holiday, I hope you had a very merry ____________.

Much love to everyone. And please be safe throughout this holiday season.

Marceline and Odahviing by Lesliewifeofbath
Continued from:
Chapter 13:  A Season Ended: Part I

A Season Ended Part II


“So how come you never showed this to me before, Balgruuf?”  Marceline called out to the jarl as she ran her hands over the smooth, aged wood of the colossal dragon trap.  Would this work, she wondered as she saw how simplistic the trap actually was.  As the jarl and his men approached, Marceline attempted to stifle a giggle.

“I never thought it would come to this,” he said quietly with a sigh, taking his Thane aside.  “I hadn’t seen this old contraption since I was a child.  My father would show me this while he told me stories of the beasts.” He looked over at Marceline, who had finally lost control and let out a deep-bellied laugh.  “Why do laugh, wench?”

“Because your ancestors built a bloody pillory for a dragon!”

“It works for scofflaws and it will work for the beasts in the air as they are the worst miscreants of them all, Thane,” he retorted sharply, though with a hidden smile. Balgruff then shook his head ruefully and took a deep breath, looking out at the expanse of Whiterun and the territories beyond.

“So we’re here,” Marceline said after some time. 

“Yes, yes we are.  I can’t say I’m happy for it.”

“Once this is over, you’ll have to make a choice. You were never good at choosing.”

“No, I was never brave enough to make such a choice.”

“But soon you’ll have side with one of them. Who will you chose?”

“Ulfric,” Balgruuf said with resignation.  “I think he’ll win this, Marcy, I really do. And…”

“And what?”

“Gods help me saying this, but if harm comes to Aela, well, it would greatly benefit us all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Her death would be a battle cry for many Imperial Nords teetering on the balance.” Balgruuf then shuddered as if he regretted the thought itself.  “My gods, I am a selfish and cowardly man for saying this, for almost wishing it so.”

Marceline winced at the thought of Aela suffering, as she and the Huntress had, over time, become close friends.  Aela had even sacrificed herself for Marceline’s own happiness.  Marceline turned to Balgruuf.  “Well, you’re right in that such an act would strike lethal blow to the Imperial cause, and that’s precisely why it won’t happen.  Tullius is no fool.  But, again, it wouldn’t take much for either faction,  Aldmeri, Stormcloak, or even an Imperial to pour poison into a glass or creep into a chamber late at night, but—”

“But what?”

“She won’t die at anyone’s hands,” Marceline answered confidently.

Balgruuf cocked his head to the side as he stared at his Thane. “You say that with some certainty.  Do you know something I don’t?”

“Of course I do, Balgruuf,” she answered with sly smile.  Staring out into the gray expanse, Marceline prayed, May the beast within protect her

“In any case, let’s get on with this nonsense,” Balgruuf snapped. “I see no reason for further delay.”

“As you wish,” Marceline nodded then looked up, past the wispy clouds , into the gray afternoon sky.  From the balcony a light wind blew.  Taking in a deep breath, Marceline Shouted, “Od-ah-viing! 

Time stood still as everyone watched the sky. As the unending moments turned into minutes, Balgruuf scratched his beard. “I guess this was all for naught—”

“Mother of gods!” a guard shouted as the largest dragon Marceline had ever seen engulfed the balcony in a wall of flames.   Marceline and Balgruuf stood firm as the other guards, save for Irileth, skittered about in panic, breaking the line. 

“Hold your ground, you milk-drinking s’wits!” Irileth shouted as the guards slowly stepped forward.  Not too close, Marceline thought as she needed a place for the beast to land.  As the magnificent creature swept in again raining fire, Marceline knew this was her one and only shot.

Joor Zah Frul,” she Shouted, and the beast came crashing down, causing some of the balcony’s stone to give way.  Marceline moved in swiftly, aiming for the beast’s face, though took great care not to hurt the creature but to lure it in slowly.   She needed to make the creature angry enough to charge.  A little showmanship was all that was needed.  

As he moved in for the kill, a great crashing sound came from above as the massive trap snapped into place around the dragon’s throat.  The beast thrashed wildly as he was caught in a desperate attempt to break the bonds that held him.  After some flame and fight, the beast, whose strength was clearly diminishing, stopped the futile struggle.  As the dragon slumped, Marceline slowly approached.  In the fading sunlight, the dragon’s iridescent red and purple scales flashed brightly.  Though frightened, she was in awe of this creature’s beauty.

Nid! Horvutah med kodaav!” the creature muttered. “Caught like a beast in your trap.”

Zu'u los krosis dii fahdon,” Marceline said softly as she approached the creature cautiously. “Truly, I am sorry for this.”

“My... eagerness to meet you in battle was my undoing, Dovahkiin. I salute your… hmm…low cunning in devising such a stratagem.” 

Marceline nodded. “This trap was not my device, and thus I cannot take the credit— or blame— for such a contraption.  But you fought well, dear foe, and perhaps one day we will fight again.”

“So you will release me?”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, as the guards mumbled and gasped.  “That depends entirely upon you.”

“Seeing as you went to much trouble to put me in this…humiliating…position, I take it you want something of me.”

“No, Odahviing, I just wanted to catch up, see how wife and kids were getting along.” The dragon released a great plume of smoke and turned his head as Marceline knelt down beside him. “Ah, yes.  I see.  Well, of course I want something out of you.  But for now, I have only one question and I’m sure you already know what it is.”

“I cannot read the minds of inferior creatures, such as yourself.”

 Marceline pursed her lips playfully as she asked, “Odahviing, where would I find your master, Alduin?”

 “So you want to know of the World-Eater,” he chortled. “Dovah, if you wish me to answer your foolish questions, you will let me out of this confounded contraption.”

“No,” Marceline said as her lips curved into bemused smile.  “No, I can’t let you go, not yet, but do you see that quaking Nord off to the corner?”

Odahviing sniffed, “All mortals quake in my presence.”

“No doubt, but do you see the one in robes, carrying the equipment?  His name is Farengar,” Marceline said, extending her arm toward the quaking mage.  Odahviing snorted as the wizard dropped several instruments, sending them scattering across the stone floor.  Farengar skittered about nervously while trying to gather the fallen tools as Marceline turned back to the dragon.  “Farengar is the court wizard.  He is rather eager to study you; though I fear he’s not very graceful so his ministrations may hurt a tad.

“Farengar,” Marceline started as she began backing away from dov, “just go around the trap and approach from behind.” The hapless wizard scurried behind the trap to the back side of Odahviing.  “Yes, yes, that’s a good spot, love.  You may start.” Marceline flashed a smile at Odahviing as the Farengar clumsily yanked at the trapped dragon’s scales while mumbling pitiful apologies.  Odahviing let out a roar that shook the whole of Dragonsreach.

“Now, now don’t be timid, man,” Marceline cooed.  “I know you’ve ached to study such a magnificent specimen.  Go on.  Don’t be shy.  Make sure you take several samples of our guest’s blood and scales.”

“Well, I may need to cut into him,” Farengar murmured timidly. 

“Dovah!” the dragon roared. “You have made your point clearly.  Now what do want to know of Alduin?”

“I want to know where he’s hiding.”

“Rinik vazah—where he’s hiding. An apt phrase. Alduin bovul. One reason I came to your call was to test your Thu'um myself.”

 “Really?” Marceline asked as she walked back toward him. “Why, would you do such a thing?  The others—the lesser dov—seem to have no control over their actions.  They are feral and attack on instinct alone.  You are different.  Why would have taken such a chance?”

 “A test of strength. Many of us—even the ‘lesser dov’as you have so ignorantly described— have begun to question Alduin's lordship, whether his Thu'um was truly the strongest, amongst ourselves, of course.  None were yet ready to openly defy him, but forgive me, for I digress.”

 “Forgiven,” Marceline said knelt down beside the Odahviing. “So if you had bested me, the Dragonborn, your next move would have been to challenge Alduin?”

“You see much, little Dovah.  But you are not concerned about my plans or lost destiny.  You want to know of the World-Eater.”

“I do, Odahviing.  And what’s more, I think you want to tell me.”

“Hmm,” he purred. “I can tell you that Alduin has traveled to Sovngarde to regain his strength.  There he devours the souls of the lost.  The souls of the dead give him strength and he guards this privilege jealously.”

“Can mortals travel to Sovngarde?”

“But of course, little one,” he sneered.  “Just stand a bit closer.”

“Very funny, Odahviing—you dragons and your wicked humor.  I appreciate that, truly—but not right now,” Marceline snapped as she turned to Farengar. “You can continue.”

Dovah!” the dragon roared. “There is a door, or portal in the eastern mountains called Skuldafn, that both Dov and man can enter, but …”

“But what?”

“You may have the Thu’um of a Dovah, but without wings of one, you’ll never reach Skuldafn.”

“You could take me there—that would the price of your freedom,” Marceline said hopefully; this would solve at least one of her problems. 

Odahviing belched smoke.  “Serve you?  A mere mortal?  No little, Dov.  Perhaps when you have defeated Alduin, I will reconsider, but for now—“

 “Well then, Odahviing, I bid you goodnight,” she said shortly, turning toward the balcony’s door.

“Where are you going?” the dragon hissed as Marceline and Balgruuf walked toward the tower’s gate.

“I think I will eat and then perhaps rest as it has been a rather taxing day—for a mere mortal.  But have no fear, Odahviing, for I leave you in the very capable hands of our court wizard.”


“Think on my offer tonight, dragon.  I will see you on the morrow,” Marceline snapped as the palace doors shut behind her.  Once behind doors, Balgruuf approached her.

“Marceline, I do not know how long that trap will hold.”

“No worries, my liege,” she said stroking Balgruuf’s cheek. “He won’t last the night. He’ll give in before sunrise.”

“Well, in the meantime, there is another matter I must speak with you about,” Balgruuf uttered solemnly, as his eyes seemed to water. 

Marceline cringed.  Though I am not large yet, certainly word of my condition must have spread. Please don’t Balgruuf.  Stepping forward Marceline whispered, “What is it, my lord?”

“I have something for you,” he said, leading her from the balcony to his inner chambers.  From the corner of her eye Marceline saw Balgruuf’s son, Nelkir, scowling at her as they passed him.  There were things here that neither she nor time could ever mend.

“Here,” Balgruuf said as he stopped at the table in his chambers.  On the table was an ornately decorated wooden chest with a gold lock.   The chest was engraved with golden marking—letters that glowed and formed words she only vaguely remembered.  Marceline had seen this chest once as a child.  She remembered her mother putting it up—she was afraid that Sayroni—she was afraid the chest would disappear.

“Where did you get this?” Marceline whispered as she lovingly fingered the golden lettering.

“When my courier delivered the letters and purse to Lydia’s family, Lydia’s mother stated that this must come to you. According to her mother, Lydia had stopped by her family’s farm after returning from Raven Rock. She stated that they were to hold on to this chest until she returned.”

“Rorikstead is far off from Whiterun; I don’t understand why she would have stopped there. Unless…” Marceline said slowly as she turned to Balgruuf. “She must have known—“

“—She was being followed.”

A tear fell, and then other. “’I am sworn to carry your burdens,” Marceline murmured.  “She always said that.  I guess this was her last.”

“They said it was imperative that this reach you.  I had thought to take it to High Hrothgar, but…I feared it could fall into the wrong hands.  I thought it was best to keep it here…to keep it hidden.  This letter also came with it.”

Marceline looked at seal that carried her family’s crest. “The seal’s broken, Balgruuf.  Have you taken to reading my dispatches?”

He shrugged. “I always did.”

Marceline rolled her eyes in disgust, and then opened the letter; it was from her mother.


The word of your daring feats and new title travels over the land and sea like a wild fire.  I fear that you, like your great, great grandmother, have been burdened with the curse of prophecy. Within this chest is gift that has been handed down from generation to generation.  It kept Nerevarine safe throughout her trials; it is my dearest wish that it keeps you safe through yours.

— Mother

 Marceline gently refolded the letter and placed it beside the chest.  She turned to Balgruuf, “You didn’t try to open it?”

“Well,” Balgruuf said guiltily as he cleared his throat, “I was curious, but the lock, and the letters… I couldn’t open it; I couldn’t even pry it.”

“Of course you couldn’t,” Marceline said softly, wiping away the tears. “It’s written in Dunmeri.” Deftly, her slender fingers moved the pieces of the cryptex lock.  “The chest itself is well over two hundred years old.  And the code is simple, really—if you knew my people’s history.”

“What does it—“

“—Nerevarine.  Balgruuf, it says, ‘Nerevarine’. This was great, great grandmother’s chest.”

“This belonged to the Nerevarine?” Balgruuf gasped.  “I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it,” Marceline said shortly. “Now, let’s see what’s inside.”

“If you’d like me to leave.”

“No, it fine Balgruuf; you have helped me and I see no reason not to sate your curiosity. But do stand back; I can’t stand you breathing over my shoulder,” Marceline said as she gave Balgruuf a playful nudge.  As the chest opened, a glint of silver material caught her eye.  Carefully, Marceline lifted the ancient robe out of the chest.  It was made of a gray, translucent fiber that caught the light and almost seemed to bend it. 

“Well, what are you waiting for, Marcy?  Try the damned thing on.”

Marceline glared at Balgruuf as she wrapped the formless robe around her.  She could feel it shrinking to fit her form.  Behind her she heard a gasp and the sound of a metal goblet hitting the floor.  She turned around. “What?”

“Mother of gods!” Balgruuf said, as he turned ashen.

“What, Balgruuf!  By the Nine, quit blithering like an idiot!”

“Look in the mirror, Marcy,” he said, his voice monotone.  Marceline turned toward large, gilded mirror and gasped.  Her head was still visible though it appeared disembodied from a blank form—she was a specter that lived in the nightmares of children.  Quickly, she lifted the hood over head and transformation was complete.  There was no reflection staring back at her. 

Marceline started laughing hysterically.

“I’m glad you find this funny, Thane.  That getup was nearly the end of me.”

Marceline lifted the hood back. “Let’s go visit Irileth; I just want to see her face.”

“I have no intention of scaring my housecarl to death tonight,” Balgruuf said shaking his head.  “But if you give me few moments, I’ll scrawl a list of people whom I wouldn’t mind seeing—

“DOVAHKIIN!” came a roar that nearly leveled Dragonsreach, knocking both Marceline and Balgruuf to the ground.

“Bloody hell, there went all our fun,” Balgruuf said, pulling himself and Marceline from the ground.

“Not quite,” Marceline retorted devilishly as she heard the tale-tell sound of Irileth’s heavy footfall ascending up the stairs.

“Sire—the dragon threatens to level this keep—” Irileth said breathlessly before turning toward the disembodied head of the Whiterun’s Thane.  “Mephala!” she screamed before falling into a dead faint.  Marceline laughed so hard that nearly collapsed beside the petrified mer.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun, Marcy.  Now it’s time to deal with beast shaking my keep,” Balgruuf fumed as he shook his unconscious Housecarl. “Irileth, get up.  It’s just a bloody cloak.”

“Really, Irileth, I’m quite alive.”

“Pity,” Irileth scowled as she rose.  “Your grace, the dragon’s trap is coming apart.  We must slay the beast.”

“No, that wouldn’t do,” Marceline sighed. “I’ll go see him now.  Perhaps, he’s in the mood to make a deal.”

“He better be, Marceline,” Balgruuf glowered.  “If not, you’ll have to kill him.”

“I know.”


Marceline, Balgruuf and Irileth made their way to the balcony.  It was worse than she feared.  The chains holding the trap in place were coming loose from their beams.  A few more good shakes and her ride to the netherworld would be gone.  Odahviing also had the court mage dangling from his mouth, though he had not clamped down entirely as Farengar was still kicking and screaming.

“Something vexes thee, dragon?” Marceline mused as she approached the beast.

“Murh filth mage, Doe!”

“Spit him out, Odahviing!  It’s rude to talk with your mouth full,” Marceline chided.  “Besides, you have no idea where he’s been.”

With a quick flick of his head, Odahviing sent the poor, shrieking mage flying.  “My patience is at its end, Dovahkiin!”

“As is mine,” Marceline shouted, unsheathing Dragonbane.  “You will take me to Skuldafn now, dragon, or you will meet your end—either way is fine with me.”

Odahviing glared at slight woman standing before him with the glowing blade drawn, and then chortled. “Fine.  I have no problem taking you to your demise, Dovah, if you so wish it.”

“What little faith you have in me,” she sighed.

“I have little faith in all your kind, Dovah.  You will be defeated and the dragons will reign supreme. Your frailty will be your undoing.  It is that simple.”

“We shall see, Odahviing,” Marceline said as she turned to Irileth. “Release the dragon.”  Irileth turned to her soldiers who released chains that held the crumbling trap.  With a crash, the trap fell as Odahviing shook himself from his bonds. 

“Are you ready to see the world as only a Dovah can?” he smirked wickedly. “I must warn you, Dragonborn, once you’ve flow the skies of Keizaal, your envy of the Dov will eat at your soul until you breathe your last.”

Marceline mounted the dragon; she then leaned down, whispering in his ear.  

“Of that I have no doubt.”

Dragon Series 2 by Lesliewifeofbath

A Season Ended Part II
I had so much fun with this chapter.  I think Dragons have a sense of humor, and what's more I think Odahviing is the Bender of the Skyrim Universe.  If you don't know who Bender is then for godsakes watch some Futurama.  You'll thank me.

The cloak is a tribute to my husband--he got me hooked on the TES universe via his crack dealer approach:

Leslie: Why do always play that stupid game?

Sam: Here honey, just try it.  You'll love it.  You get a pretty character and you get to decorate your home.

The Cloak of Masam was a part of a mod he made for Morrowind. With the help from cloak, helm, light ring, and lighter ring of Masam, I looted and pilfered all sorts of lovely shrines and then decorated all seven of my homes with all my ill-gotten gains.  It was glorious.

As always Odahviing, Balgruuf and Irileth (gods help that humorless mer) belong to Skyrim Bethesda Softworks©

A link to the Courtesan Series:… and….

A special thanks goes to Whisper292 for her sharp eye and endless patience (and knowledge of dragons).

Some in game dialogue was used. As I couldn't remember the entire scene (I played it well over a year ago).  Here's my source:…

Speak like a dragon:
I think you did a marvelous job in describing the day to day actions (and reactions) of a typical 11 year old. I could picture him absentmindedly playing the game while worrying about his mother.

Also, you did a great job in pulling the reader into the story--I want to know why his mother is crying (especially since she never cries) and why his sister is so angry.

Editing and grammatical mistakes seems to be your Achilles heel. Some sentences were awkwardly worded (as seen below).

He had to keep alert for any other surprises that the dark wizard that awaited him at the end of the dungeon may have lying in wait.

I would combine these sentences and make them a bit more dynamic. You want the reader to wince a bit at what sounds like a pretty serious injury.

Exhausted, the warrior leaned on the wall next to the door. His hand grasped at his side where he felt the large gash in his ribs.

I think this has the potential to be a great story. You need to hammer out the kinks.

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Journal Entry: Thu Dec 4, 2014, 7:29 PM

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Pretty Bleak Week

Sat Nov 15, 2014, 12:58 PM

So.  I now have over 12,000 deviations in my stacks to review.  I haven't been on here much recently.  Last Friday, dear friends of ours lost their six month old son to SIDs.  It was pretty terrible.  My friends come from a large family--all of whom are suffering. All of whom are bargaining, cursing and pleading with god. 

As a front line supporter, I've been to both the family and general viewing and the funeral.  Too many nights of cigarettes in the funeral home's parking lot combined with the tears and pain of watching loved ones suffering has led to the hack from hell.  I haven't had the urge to do much creating or critiquing this week, but then there hasn't been time to do much of anything outside of work and grieve.

This week has been surreal.  As a parent, my heart goes out to anyone who has experienced this kind of pain. It is the worst (peroid).  I'm posting a link to my friends gofundme thingy.  It's to help the cover the inflated/exorbitant/outrageous cost of the typical American funeral. Though I generally disdain such macabre traditions as funerary rites and actually think it makes the family's suffering much worse, this is what they felt they needed to do.  So here it is:

Though it's been pretty miserable, I have had one bright light shine though the bleakness.  Gaspode5 has offered to step in as my artist for the The-Bards-College Collaboration Contest.  I am privileged to work with such a talented artist.

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Skin by Riemea

A Writer Who Needs An Artist

Journal Entry: Fri Nov 7, 2014, 5:17 PM

So it's collaboration time at the :iconthe-bards-college:.

I had an artist, but due to unforeseen circumstances it looks like she may have to pull out of the contest.

So I am a Writer looking for an Artist.

"Well, Leslie, what are you looking for...besides the obvious?  What would the picture be about?"

It would be about this lovely lady:

Annika Who? by Lesliewifeofbath

This is Annika Blue, my Nerevarine.  She is the star of my series Nerevar Blue:…

This story is a sort of prequel to the series.  It's about her life in Anvil--it wasn't so great.  Basically I need some one to draw Annika Blue sitting mournfully, or wistfully--I'll take wistfully--on a pier looking out at the vast Abecean Sea. 

If you're interested, here are few more references: A Fun Project: Characters In Real Life

My son offered to help and he drew this:  I'm not sure if it will work.  If you think you can beat this 5 year old Picasso, drop me a line.

Max Art by Lesliewifeofbath

PS:  The links to Facebook, Tumbler, etc., are not mine.  They will take you to someone else.  The person who designed this skin.

Annika Who? by Lesliewifeofbath
Annika Who?
This is Annika Blue, my Nerevarine.  Here story is found here:…. I am looking for someone to draw this petite lovely lady on a pier.  She sitting and looking kind of mournful.

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