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slaps down an interest tracker, finally. this is for all my blogs - @littlereyofmoonlight, @wolfsbarbarens and @dodstallene

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i only have one nsfw headcanon for tore you need to know

he loves performing oral.

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Her outburst amused him - many people had less than savoury feelings about the gods, but few would openly talk about them that freely. Even his feelings were mixed - despite the robes, the masks, the beads around his neck and the tattoos along his skin, Tore had his fair number of complaints about the Gods and their volatility.

His lips twitched when she turned the question back to him. "You haven't done anything I would not do, from what I can see. If it's a warning, it's as much to myself as it is to you. But you should be warned that this temple keeps our Gods close and our weapons closer."

His voice remains soft, even. It's not an active threat - not yet, anyway. "You are on holy ground, and as its tender, it falls to me to deal with you. We don't welcome guests. But I would like to know your reasons, and whether you intend to stay."

He had been the unaware, once, after all. If not for the mercy of the cultists, he would be dead, and not one of their faithful. Few of his peers would offer her the chance to explain, but Tore had been ignoring his peers for years now, and he had managed to outlive many of them in the process.

@dodstallene "The gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance"

"You know why that is, right? Because gods, like mortals, act like petulant toddlers and throw tantrums when they don't get their way." Many times deities were the worst ones when it comes to such outbursts. For beings so supposedly benevolent and so above mortals, they seemed to get their feelings hurt over the smallest, most insignificant things. Ridiculous really. "And usually times of vengeance or anger are the only instances they do anything. Because hells forbid they do anything to help those who worship them."

Liliana does not hold back her scoff, waving a hand dismissively. "Are there instances when it's an appropriate reaction? Sure. But usually it's mere pettiness." She's one to talk. Pot meet kettle. Yet she is no goddess; was (and in her humblest opinion still is) close to being as powerful as one. "People forget too that gods die just like the rest of us. They fade away or get usurped. Everything is ephemeral."

There's a pause followed by a raise of a single dark brow. "Do you bring this up because you think I have or will upset some greater being?"

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"I'll keep that to myself, then," he replied, wry.

Her question was a solid one, and the answer didn't make him very happy. "I suppose I will have to go back to scribing scrolls," he said with a twist to his lips. To the right person, such as a court wizard, his spells were worth a fortune, but it was all about finding a willing trader at the right time. The reward didn't mean he enjoyed it. It was slow, labourious busy-work he could be doing a dozen other things with, but gods forbid he be accused of abandoning the cult, his charges.

"They can proffer them either in return for the food, or try to sell them first. Whichever they'd prefer."

He could see the next ward had almost puttered out - it was going to be no more effort to lay it fresh than it would be to recast what was there. So, he picked up a stone from the ground, infused it with roiling magicka like it was an enemy spell, and casually tossed it at the ward. The magicka reacted instantly - the stone was consumed almost instantly in a gout of fire which melted the snow and scorched the grass with its intensity. It was gone almost as quickly, with only the damage it had wrecked as evidence it was ever there.

"That's just one kind that I lay - the others are varieties of tripwires, especially futher afield, to give us warning of incomers, and many more are to prevent scrying from outside the city." He hummed, pleased with himself. "Some of what you told me about dwemer ruins inspired me."

"I'm not completely sure, but I think that was that one weirdo who's way too tall and handsome for his own good," she said, allowing Tore to pull his hand free only to twine her arms around his waist and rest her cheek along his spine. "He's very clever, but don't tell him I said that, it'll go right to his pretty head."

She listened to his proposal and nodded against his back. "Just make sure Hroerekr knows it's not a recruitment mission," she said wryly. "No extemporaneous poetry." She paused. "If we're going to start trading with our neighbours, I think we should be careful how we go about it. Spread out where we're getting supplies from, switch off where we go, that sort of thing. What are we sending with them to trade, also?"

It was, frankly, bizarre to think like that. Logistics wasn't exactly new to her, yes, but in the past it had always been centered on laws, their enforcement, and how to break them. Here in Lab - Bromjunaar, it was survival, and unlike Volskygge she was taking an active hand in ensuring it.

"What exactly do those wards do if they're tripped, by the way?"

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Wo alles längst zu Staub zerfallen \ Where all has turned to dust Nur alte Lieder aus grauer Vorzeit \ Only old songs from long ago Lautstark durch die Gassen hallen \ Sound throught the streets Durch die Nebel der Vergangenheit \ Through the fog of the past

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by blood, tore is the middle of three sisters. his older sister, brynja, tore has mixed feelings about. he loves her. she was the one who held him and comforted him when he had his near-death experience below the frozen lake yogrim and contracted pneumonia. but they have far too often drawn themselves on opposite sides of a battle line, and his last words to her were bitter.

his baby sister, vigdis, he would rather throw himself on a stake than hurt. he is fiercely protective of her, adores her, would move heavens and earth for her. she does not remember him.

and then there are his four adopted siblings. and he's still somehow the middle child.

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i'd love to rb gifs of tore's fc, but they can go from this:

to this:

very quickly, and the latter isn't really HIM, u know?

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Commission done for @undeadcorvid and @thievesguilding of their characters Tore and Sigrid. Had a lot of fun with this one, always love a good interaction pose :D

[Commission Info]

*This image has been Glazed

(Image ID: A man and woman cuddle together on the floor. He has pale skin, blue eyes, and long, brown hair and a beard. He’s wearing a blue tunic, strapped leather bracers, a grey fur mantle, brown trousers, and brown leather boots with a grey fur lining. She has pale skin, blue eyes, and long, red hair. She’s wearing a long, green shift and tan overdress, with bronze brooches and a strand coloured beads hanging between them, as well as tan leather boots. They’re smiling brightly at each other. End ID)

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cont. from @a-crookedtouch "Let's see. The evidence is clear. There is ice literally everywhere and a few dead bodies." Astarion motioned quite adamantly toward the scene in question. "So please explain to me how all of this doesn't seem a mite bit suspicious. When between the two of us, you are the one with some history with the ice and cold." "Just to be clear. I'm not judging. I'm complimenting. The bastards probably had it coming."

"I wouldn't say my history with ice included weaponising it," replied Tore with an exasperated curl to his lip. Yes, he did have a history with ice - of being burned by it, forged by it, immobilised. Not using it as a weapon. "As much as I would like to be able to claim I killed them, I did not. This-" he waved his hands at the corpses, "-is not my style."

What was his style, however, was necromancy. "I'm happy to settle the matter. I'll raise one for you, and you can ask it yourself how it died, if it bothers you so much."

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anyone 6'0 or taller: stands near me

me: [softly] for fuck’s sake

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media with healing magic really ought to get more in the weeds about it tbh

get kinda Icky and Medical about it, how does the healer stitch flesh and blood vessels and nerve endings back together, does it hurt when those nerves reconnect? is it euphoric? is it a little bit of both?

if the healer can manipulate the living body like that, what stops them doing it in reverse? can a sufficiently skilled healer yank the nerves out through a victim's pores?

if 'necromancy' exists as a concept in the setting: how is that any different? should it be? is schlorping a severed limb back onto its owner's body _really_ meaningfully different from resurrecting the whole body as some kind of undead creature?

can healing magic be used to do ~weird shit~ with the endocrine system of a person? could a healer just juice someone with a shitload of estrogen, for fun or pleasure?

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he was, also, the perfect guardian foil for breina, who fought him at every step, because that version of the guardian is. mmmmm yes that's him.

i should play tore properly in bg3 because i really have never done an absolutist run and he Would do that.

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i should play tore properly in bg3 because i really have never done an absolutist run and he Would do that.

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"you can't do necromancy, that's illegal" let's not conflate legality with morals here. if everyone based their actions on what's permitted by the legal system, nothing would ever change for the better. i mean, necromancy is fucked up and unethical, and i am making a vile mockery of the gods by performing it, but that has nothing to do with the law. are you gonna side with a cop against me? come on

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I ❤️ self-loathing characters, characters who struggle with monstrosity (either fearing or embracing it), characters who are so lonely, who have a gaping hole in their chest, who bottle up & repress their feelings, who claw their way up & have ambitions, who fall down & lose everything, who search for identity & purpose yet can’t see themselves outside of what others want from or expect of them, who are hurt & hurt others, who long & grieve, who lie & pretend. characters who are messy & flawed & human

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You told yourself the tales, the wonders You shaped the whole plot in your mind But the horizon darkens, ruining the picture Should you paint another lie?