#Andel Indarys

[hannah-heartstrings]

*Lecrinn walks into Cheydinhal Castle*

Guard: Ah, our queen graces us with her presence once more.

Lecrinn: *Playful smirk at him*

Andel Indarys: *Done with them* You don’t have a queen, you have a count: me.

Second Guard: *At Lecrinn* This guy bothering you, queen?

[mukuuji]

I really enjoy your art and comics but seeing your oblivion ocs!! your colours are so soft and make me happy. thank you for your contributions to the elder scrolls community, every comic makes me laugh ^w^

Oh thank you! I'm really excited to share my manga here, and your comments never fail to made my day! Sending a lot of love to the TES community♥️♥️♥️

[oblivionloading]

Due to years of tradition, luring count Andel Indarys to a cave full of oiled-up goblins wielding foam war hammers is not considered a crime.

[artistic-lightcycle-tes]

Hok: so we believe Dagon will open a great gate at Bruma to destr-

Count Indarys: why Bruma?

Hok: ... uhm I don't think there is a reason why-

Count Hassildor: Does this imply that our citys aren't good enough for Dagon to open up a "great" gate?

Hok: It doesn't matter where the gate is located!

Countess Umbranox: Well Anvil is a great city and I think it should be there.

Hok: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Bellatrix: How important do you have to be to have been "assassinated" instead of "murdered"?

Antoinetta Marie: That is . . . a good question.

Telaendril: If the motivation is political, then it's an assassination. Otherwise it's murder. You cannot be assassinated by accident. If a jilted ex murders the count's son, it's just a murder. If a jilted ex is also a member of a rival political faction, it may be assassination. If a jilted ex is riding home in tears and accidentally runs over the count's son in the middle of the night in a neighborhood where the lampposts aren't lit because of the count's questionable infrastructure policy, it's manslaughter.

Bellatrix: Thanks murder side of my friend group.

Antoinetta Marie: All sides of your friend group are murder sides! 😄

[uesp]

Did You Know: It is rumored that Count Andel Indarys murdered his wife? Lady Llathasa Indarys was found badly battered and dead at the foot of the County Hall stairs, twenty years into her marriage to the Count. The Count's reputation for flying into rages and his various shady connections have made him the most popular suspect in her tragic death.

Beyond the Count himself, it is worth noting that the Count has turned a deliberate blind eye to the conspicuous Dark Brotherhood activity in his city.

[cyrodiilproblems]

Count Andel Indarys

[thequeenofthieves]

Count Indarys: So what are your interests, my lady?

Varinia: Your son in my room.

Count Indarys: *raises eyebrow* Pardon?

Varinia: The sun and the moon. Astronomy.

[nostalgic-breton-girl]

selection of alchemy ingredient hcs based on my fic so far:

alkanet is used to dye wine red (this is a real-life use which, given its proliferation round skingrad, seemed pertinent)

there are more apple varieties in cyrodiil than you can shake a stick at (don’t shake a stick at them, they’ll bruise) - cooking-apples in the heartlands (imperial city folks make a decent apple pie), cider apples in the west weald, crisp eating apples up north

blisterwort is associated with peryite, in the same fashion that namira’s rot has vague daedric associations; it is rumoured that touching it can give you the pox

draggle-tails were introduced to cheydinhal’s canals by andel indarys, and now proliferate, and provide a half-decent light by night if you’re coming home from a party or if you’ve just been out to commit a murder

the dryad’s saddle is named after a mythical creature, but which some cyrodiilic citizens nevertheless believe exists, and guards the forests

[norwoodsuites]

whats ur oc’s name? :3c

!!!!!!! it’s anhju! technically he doesn’t have a last name, just the title of the house he belongs to. anhju of house indoril. he’s an elder scrolls oc hhh i’ve had him for a long time since i had a dream about him years ago. he’s set in oblivion times but he’s a royal immigrant from morrowind. he lives in cheydinhal with the indarys family and is related to farwil as a cousin through his late mother, whose brother’s poor treatment of anhju forced andel to step in and take anhju under his wing.

i’m sorry i just went OFF about him but i put so much time and thought into juju i love him so much and i’m just. huge huge elder scrolls trash

[hannah-heartstrings]

Quick snip I might turn into a fic at a later date, this would go immediately after Lecrinn arguing with Count Andel Indarys.

@druidx @babyblueetbaemonster @inkysqueed

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            “Someone escort this woman out of here,” he hissed.

            Stepping up beside her, Garrus gave a quick bow before offering an arm. “My lady.”

            “No not like that!”

[grimweaver]

                                                            ~*~

           Lucien leaned back again and closed his eyes as he sipped his tea, with a hum going out with a long and low exhale through his nostrils. After some time of wrapping his head around this revelation, within the uncomfortable silence that fell between us, his eyes shot open and stared up at me over the rim of his cup, ablaze and sharp with anticipation for a further explanation.

           I wet my lips and heaved out the rest:

           “On the 16th of Sun’s Dawn, Year 409, father attended a Hearts Day Celebration at Castle Cheydinhal. It had been seven years since we lost mother to an untimely death— from a respiratory illness that she had developed as a consequence of prolonged confinement in the coal mines of Eastmarch during a Fighters Guild quest. Being a widow and single father for that long was beginning to weigh his spirits down, so he went with the innocent intention of finding someone who would make a good wife and mother. All was well and promising for a while, but it took a horrible turn near the end. While he was in the library, conversing with the countess, he blacked out. For a time, the only thing he could recall happening after that was waking up in one of the guest rooms… lying next to the still sleeping Llathasa.”

           Lucien responded with another low, growling noise into his tea as he sipped it again.

           “After a great deal of agonizing and trying to figure out how the hell it all happened, father left for home that very morning. During the trip back, he started to remember some things that happened between the library and waking up— that he was overcome by what he called a ‘waking dream’—though fully conscious, all reason and fear of consequences left him, responding only to his… um…  attraction to Llathasa. It became clear to him that, during this event, someone must’ve slipped something into one of the wine barrels that altered the minds of all who consumed it—Sanguine mischief most likely, since that prince of sexual deviousness has his goons cause chaos of that nature on Hearts Day every year.”

           “Sounds like a logical conclusion to me,” he heaved, sitting up straight to eat from his plate with the usual aristocratic grace. His brow sank over his puzzled eyes. “Where was Andel all that time?”

           “I have no idea. Obviously, wherever he was, it was not where he could’ve intervened or discovered them together. Anyway… I’m sure you’ve done the math in your head already, but that was roughly nine months before Farwil was born. During that time, father avoided Castle Cheydinhal out of fear and guilt, but was compelled to return when we received the ‘exciting’ announcement that Lady Llathasa was finally with child, and that we were invited to stay in the castle to be a part of the celebration of his birth. Knowing that he was the real father of the child, he insisted on being there, no matter how awkward it was going to be for him or Llathasa. It was his son.”

           “I understand the compulsion, but if I were in his boots I would not’ve brought my children with me. What if Andel knew and had his guards ready to ambush and send him to the executioner’s block?”

           “He was assured that he didn’t. Llathasa included a secret message in the invitation that was sent out to him. It said: ‘He’s your son. Andel doesn’t know’.”

           “Hmm… and how did you come to know all of this?”

           “I overheard a conversation between him and my eldest sister, Ruthandra. It was on the evening we returned from one of our visits with the Indarys family. Thirst woke me up, and as I went downstairs to fetch water from the well, I was stopped by their voices; there was a tension in them that piqued my interest, so I stopped and listened carefully as he spilled it all out. I was old enough to put a few pieces of the conversation that I heard together and understand that he had fathered Farwil.” I stopped to soothe my dry and tightened throat with more tea. “I remember just sitting there at the bottom of the stairs and staring out the window of the back door, just trying to comprehend what I had just heard. By the time I had realized father was about to walk right past me, on his way to his bedroom, it was too late to scamper up the stairs unnoticed. When he inquired about why I was up so late, I told him it was for water and admitted that I had overheard what he told Ruthandra. He wasn’t happy about it, but he answered me truthfully when I asked if Farwil is our little brother—leaving out explicit details, of course. He told me that Andel should never suffer the knowledge of the truth, so that he may remain until his last breath in blissful belief that his wife had bedded with no other man and Farwil is his flesh-and-blood son. He made me promise to keep it a family secret, and I have for over twenty years. You’re the first person I’ve shared this with.” I reached down to grab more snacks from the plate, but it was completely empty— I had been absently munching on them throughout the whole story. Catching my breath after exhausting my voice, I just went quiet for a while and waited for him to reply.

   “Malkhai,” he said, looking directly into my eyes with deep sincerity. “I promise that this secret will be safe with me. And… don’t you fret any about breaking the promise to your father. It’s like you said—it is a family secret. You and I are family.”

           I smiled weakly. “I wish I could say it makes me feel better. But there are still anxious thoughts about Andel—he’s never confronted me about it but… it’s so obvious that he at least knows that Farwil was fathered by someone else. My theory is that, before understanding the situation, he performed the Black Sacrament to have a Llathasa’s accident staged by a Dark Brotherhood assassin, which is why he is now bound to a lifelong obligation to us.” I leaned forward and looked directly into his eyes. “Would I be correct... Lucien ?”

           The corner of his mouth stretched into a sinister grin as he narrowed his eyes and chuckled, “It would certainly seem to be the case, wouldn’t it?” He laced his fingers together over his wide, toothy smile as he chuckled again, “As much as I would like to take credit for that work, I must be honest and say that I was not involved in her death… none of our Brothers or Sisters were, in fact.”

           “But… then for whom did Andel perform the Black Sacrament?”

           “A political rival, and that’s all I’m going to say.” Lucien’s brow sank again, struck by the memory of what was said back in Taneth. “Hmmm… but I do wonder… thinking back on what Farwil said about Llathasa lamenting at the chapel… if it was all an accident, why would she say she had ‘hurt a friend in a way she feared can never be forgiven’?”

           “That confuses me too,” I said. “At this point, the only way we’ll ever know is if I unearth more of those private letters or father can explain it himself… if I ever find him.” A sudden dreadful thought entered my mind, twisting knots in my chest. With much reluctance, I asked Lucien “Please tell me… did the Dark Brotherhood make my father disappear?”

           Lucien shook his head immediately, looking straight into my eyes again as he said “I swear to all the Powers of the Void, we were not involved in his disappearance either.”

           “Oh good!!” I breathed out with a sigh of relief. “Because that would’ve made things even more complicated than they already are.” I pondered a little while, scratching my chin. “Still, it doesn’t rule out the possibility of Andel’s involvement.” I grinned, then flirtatiously folded my arms under my chest and leaned inward. “Gee… I sure wish I knew someone who could do some thorough, investigative work in the castle to find any clues that would either confirm or deny that theory. I’ll be sure to make it worth the effort and risk, once I am in a... position to do so.”

           "Considering what he'll risk," Lucien replied, taking in a deep breath and hiding a bashful grin behind his cup as he sipped more tea. “That someone would have to consult his superior first, I'm sure… but this matter must be set aside for now. We need to keep our focus on our current task.”

           “Right… which means that we need to get adequate sleep soon,” I looked over at the large bed in the corner, through the protective rail made with scrapped Ayleid doors, torturing myself with a vision of us between those silky red sheets.

           “Yes. I suppose, since it's already well past midnight, I'll have to let you go back to the guildhall.” Lucien replied. He then followed my gaze and read the longing in it well, then said with an aggravated sigh, “You know how much I wish I could ask you to stay.”

           “I do, but I know why you cannot. But... as much as I disagree with the reasoning, I will respect it.”

           “Thank you. I can’t say that I don’t share your frustration, but you need to understand the Listener’s restrictions as a necessary measure. In the past, our enemies have gone as far as marrying a member of the Black Hand in order to infiltrate the organization, and have done so successfully multiple times. Also, there is the concern of a relationship opening the doors of favoritism and manipulation. The Listener needs to know that it is through your own talents and skills that you have achieved high ranks and rewards, not because I gave you an unfair advantage.”

           “The marriage part I understand just fine, but not even being allowed to... “ I shook my head and grumbled. “I’m sorry, but I think that’s insane.”

           Lucien heaved a heavy, gravely breath as he shot me a warning glare.

           "And... um... I'm just going to stop there... before I say anything else I'll probably regret," I said, averting my eyes as I stood up.

           “Wise decision.” He replied, rising also and fetching my bag and cowl for me.

           “So... um… what are you going to tell the Listener if he asks you why you chose me to play the student?” I asked him.

           “The truth, of course: you’re strong enough to bear the weight of all those metal pieces, and you’re the only one that possesses the right... hmm… aesthetic qualities .” He answered—heaving a gravely, longing breath. I could almost feel his touch as he eyed me up and down, and it sent another fiery wave through my body.

           We then departed the way we had greeted— with some uneasiness, he slowly closed the short distance between us and placed his hands upon my shoulders. This time the kisses he gave each cheek were a little longer, and he couldn’t resist taking the perfume in again as he kissed the left check. He tilted his head slightly to the right, almost giving into the temptation to kiss my lips. With his mouth only a couple inches away from mine, he half-whispered: “Rest well, Malkhai .”

           “You too, Lucien ,” I replied with a slightly trembling voice.

           LaChance opened the door and bowed his head as I left through it, putting the cowl back on and pulling the handle of the bag over my shoulder. I turned around for one last exchange of smiles, without a further word, and exited the apartment building.

           The streets were still crowded, but since the vendors were closed there was less resistance in the straight path from Sisters of the Sands to the Mages Guildhall— I just had to be extra mindful of my steps because of all the garbage and pools of drunkard heaves on the ground. As unpleasant as it was, I would take waste hazard maze over the uncomfortable situation that awaited me at the guildhall. Even if he had declared that he had no authority over me, arousing Farwil’s anger could have terrible consequences for everyone else.

           The tension inside cooled when it seemed like everyone had retired to their respective sleeping quarters and were well into their sleep. But, no more than a few seconds after ease washed over me, I heard a voice growl from the black shadows of the wide hallway: “Where the hell have you been??”

End of Part XIII

[meloblivion]

Count Andel Indarys with melons

[artistic-lightcycle-tes]

Hoks fav count

Count Umbranox: well, the Hero of Kvatch and I are good friends and I'm their favourite count in Cyrodiil.

Count Hassildor: Corvus, Corvus, you've been gone for 10 years and I don't think your "friendship" with the HoK is as strong as mine. They helped me with several things already.

Count Indarys: Well gentlemen, they assisted my son earlier in the crisis with an oblivion gate and that only shows that we are their favourite noble family with makes me their favourite count.

Countess Carvain: Boys, the HoK fought a whole battle before the gates of my city so please, get in line.

[uesp]

"Imperials hate Dark Elves; Dark Elves hate Imperials. Imperials hate that a no-name Hlaalu trader got made into a count. Andel Indarys doesn't help his case by having a prat for a son, and a wife that dies in very suspicious circumstances. Our Dark Elves left Morrowind to get away from the Church and State, and they don't like it when Imperials get all holy and patriotic with them. Of course, local Dark Elves tend to be money-grubbing, alcoholic low-brows with little education or culture. Since I read a lot, and speak well, and don't drink brandy from milk pails, I guess I qualify as an Imperial. But on the whole, I like Cheydinhal's Dark Elves better than I like the Imperials, so go figure...."

--Mach-Na, describing Cheydinhal

[mazurah]

So I was gossipping with the nobility, y’know, like you do, when this happened. Apparently, the Count and Countess of Leyawiin have some things to say about the Count of Cheydinhal.

Count Marius Caro: “Andel Indarys is an intemperate, bibulous philanderer. And a Dark Elf. Other than that, he is perfectly suited to be a count.”

Countess Alessia Caro: “How did a Dark Elf become Count Cheydinhal? King Helseth and Barenziah have considerable influence, and Helseth and Indarys are cronies. Get it?”

Count Marius Caro: “Andel Indarys may or may not have killed his wife, and it may or may not have been an accident. And I doubt we’ll ever know for sure.”