#dragonborn oc margrethe

[umbracirrus]

I've done a slightly improved (and coloured) version of my newest Dragonborn Margrethe Shield-Breaker, who is going to be my Miraak-mancer :3

She has spellbreaker... which can only work out well with a name like hers, right? (and I know the angle is strange but no matter how much I redrew that damn shield I couldn't get it to look right-!!!)

[umbracirrus]

Weekend WIP <3

Lots of writing done this week, so thought I'd share a WIP of something I've worked on before Wednesday - the beginning of the fic with my dragonborn Margrethe and Miraak! It's mostly just Margie's arrival at Raven Rock for the first time, but of course that's going to be a downward spiral into feels for the first dragonborn >:3

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“Hm…”

Margrethe had to bring her hand up in order to shield her eyes from the ash which was being picked up by the wind as the Northern Maiden approached the docks of Raven Rock. She knew that Solstheim had been affected by the eruption of the Red Mountain many years ago, she just wasn’t expecting to see little more than a dull, barren grey landscape lit up only by the lanterns which adorned the town’s streets. It was too dark to tell if there were any standout landscape features beyond Raven Rock, but she decided that such a feat would be best saved until the daylight hours.

She was all too glad to step off the boat as soon as Gjalund called out that the ship was moored, and made some sort of remark about not being happy to be back. The feeling of solid ground beneath her feet… she wanted to pray to the Divines for that blessing.

As she allowed herself a few moment to ensure that her footing was stable, an elf had been quick to approach Gjalund, and a snappy conversation about goods and costs which she was only really half paying attention to ensued.

A shadow loomed over her in the brief moment in which she had leaned down and held her hands against her knees, so she straightened herself and stared up at the elf. If she had overheard Gjalund properly, she believed that his name was Adril. “And you, outlander. I don’t recognise you…” The Dunmer looked down at her, his brow creasing as he frowned. “This must be your first time to Raven Rock. State your intentions.”

A blunt attitude. Fine, she would be just as blunt back.

“Miraak. Where is he?”

Adril’s eyes narrowed at her, though that was quick to give way to confusion. “I… don’t know who that is.” He was quick to shake off his puzzlement, and start lecturing her about how Solstheim wasn’t Skyrim and that the laws between both lands differed. As he droned on, she folded her arms over and started to scowl. And eventually- “Any questions?”

“Are you certain that you don’t know where Miraak is?”

Adril looked irritated at her repeated question, and she received little more than a prickly “No. I do not,” in response. He was quick to dismiss her presence when he realised that she likely wouldn’t ask anything different, and turned around and made some sort of snappy remark to Gjalund and his men about being careful where they stored the goods that they were offloading.

“Wonderful start… A dead end. Just great.” She pinched at the bridge of her nose as she exhaled through gritted teeth. Afterwards though, she did her best to steady her breathing to calm herself down, brushing away some ash which had landed on her nose. Miraak could be a problem for tomorrow. For now… she needed somewhere to put her feet up. She had spent much of the journey to Raven Rock leaning over the side of the boat and lurching, and even now, her legs still felt uneven.

She quickly went to catch up to Adril, and cleared her throat from behind him. “Actually, another question.” She waited for him to stop and turn to face her. “Is there an inn or anything akin to one in Raven Rock?”

Adril gave her an irritated look. “You would be looking for the Retching Netch Cornerclub, outlander. Can’t miss it. Opposite Glover’s forge and has a guard posted outside.”

Before she could so much as respond to his comment, to ask anything further, he had turned around once more and entered the building he had been stood beside. The sound of a lock turning was the confirmation that she wouldn’t get to know anything more. She let out an irritated huff, and continued along the road. It was one thing giving her directions… but where in Oblivion was this forge? A pointless answer indeed.

“What a warm bloody welcome…”

[umbracirrus]

Whoops, a second kinda WIP for today of something I've done over the last... Half hour or so 😂

I've given one of my newer Dragonborn characters a design :3 Margrethe (or Margie) Shield-Breaker (take a guess how she got her surname-) She's going to be my main Miraak OC when I get to writing that, I've got a few little ideas brewing at present....

Obviously it's like 11:30 at night so things will definitely look a bit off but I don't really mind that at this point, it's a rough design after all (though she most likely will not be as happy as she looks here!!)