You’re all nuts, aren’t you?

All of you out there who are participating in NaNoWriMo. I mean, it’s insane. 50k words in a single month. If it were at least a month with 31 days, but no… it has to be November! That’s 1666 2/3 words per day. PER DAY! And I guess there’s a catch. Or several. Like having…

Eyes on the Future: 16. Korvanjund

The tomb where I was supposed to search for the Jagged Crown was a crypt called Korvanjund in the southern Pale. Stormcloak territory, another reason why Rikke couldn’t just send her own troops, and the easiest and fastest way to get there was via Whiterun. The Legate made sure personally that I climbed the wagon…

Eyes on the Future: 15. Cornered

Vignar proved to be invaluable before we even entered the palace. While I would have just strolled in and hoped to find a way to speak with the Jarl, Vignar wrote a note as soon as we arrived at Candlehearth Hall, asking officially for an appointment. The courier returned while we sat in the main…

Finale

We’re nearing the end of the “Eyes of the Horizon” monster, and for the first time ever I wrote now a detailed outline for the rest of the story. It’s something I’m not used to. I have a simple timeline with a sequence of plotpoints that should happen, eventually and perhaps even in a certain…

Eyes on the Future: 14. Duty-Bound

“Dovahkiin,” Paarthurnax greeted me, and his voice rang over the mountain as if he aimed to be heard down in Ivarstead. He sat on top of his wall as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t moved for weeks and waited for me. Perhaps he had. I was sore and tired from the way…

Eyes on the Future: 13. Lost

He is gone. They’re both gone. No move, no sound, no breath is left. A small trickle of red runs from the corner of his mouth down his chin and vanishes behind his ear, the snow beneath him molten from the blood that has washed the life from his body. Just his eyes are still…

Eyes on the Future: 12. Alduin’s Bane

Relief surged through me as we stood in the door and watched after the man walking towards the market place. He didn’t look back, and I relaxed into Farkas’ arms that were slung around my waist. His brother was finally on his way to Jorrvaskr. Vilkas had been taciturn about his conversation with Kodlak, but…