Final Update: Last Days of the Third Era

I decided to post the remaining articles on Last Days of the Third Era in a single, probably final update. It’s no coincidence that I stopped writing these at the point in the chronology where the Daedric invasion finally comes to focus; this is where the vague political background was meant to meet my heretical retelling of the Oblivion storyline. Perhaps only another day or two would be enough to make this piece stand alone, but it’s been such a long time since it was written. On the plus side, it’s always been an exercise in departure from my voice and style and into the supposedly impersonal newspaper reporting. I won’t make any promises, neither to myself nor to the hordes of eager readers (yeah, that was sarcasm). Some hope remains, though, and a painful WIP tag to remind me of the times when I was consistently unable to bring things to an end.

A New Mass Effect Fic: Sound of Silence

Sound of Silence is another Saren/Nihlus story from the time just before The Candidate. It tells about Saren’s days of loneliness aboard the Virial after driving Nihlus away in an outburst of anger.

I wrote this a long time ago, but the feeling that it’s unfinished kept plaguing me, making me go back and question each scene, each word, a thousand times. I wanted it to be perfect, to speak perfectly in Saren’s voice, the voice I hear so clearly in your writing, dear MA, but know I can never reproduce. This one is entirely for you: both inspired by and dedicated to.

Image: Anjian @ DeviantArt

A New Elder Scrolls Fic: Last Days of the Third Era

Last Days of the Third Era is a collection of articles from the Black Horse Courier, following the events and reactions after the assassination of Emperor Uriel Septim VII. I started this in 2009, and like so many TES projects, I never finished it. The material I have covers the first two weeks after the assassination, and stops more or less just before the attack on Kvatch. I’d like nothing more than to promise I’ll finish it, but I likely won’t – unless the act of posting it here somehow magically transfers me to the state of mind I’d been in while writing it. Here’s to hoping!