#Chillrend

[puddingface1902]

Hey everyone! I uploaded episode 7 of my Oblivion playthrough. Check it out.

[endawn]

immediately after the broodmother fight, pax starts walking into a random tunnel; dropping his sword. doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t speak. simply walks off. if the warden notices and turns him around, he has darkspawn blood staining and dripping from his mouth. he’s already being corrupted by the blight. he’ll say he made a mistake. needs to go. please do not follow. with what’s left of his mind, he’s trying to get as far away from them as possible. hope he does not find them. it’s best for the warden to let him go, otherwise they’ll have to fight a blighted abomination.

[vulcariusdafurry]

Oh wow!

They made glass weapons from skyrim a real thing :P

Glass works by Shinno Kyohei (@sakurasaku23 on ig)

[sasquach-scratches]

i was worried cause I thot I drew Chillrend too short so I looked up reference to make it more on-model and....even in-game it's too goddamn short lmaoooooo

[mareenavee]

WIP Whenever~

Oh, I managed to remember what day it was today! HEY. (: So I have a bit to share. Excuse the [redacted] as I preserve some semblance of a surprise when you guys get to this part in the story.

I wasn't tagged yet, so I'll start the train with the most esteemed: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @friend-of-giants, @the-storytellers-seer, @rhiannon1199, @saltymaplesyrup, @tallmatcha, @archangelsunited, @snippetsrus, @oblivions-dawn, @gilgamish -- leaving some of ya'll to tag each other and feel free to tag me anyway so I can see what you're working on!!

Here's the longer collection of snippets from Chapter 26. Not quite the last lines, because spoilery. BUT do enjoy the ~chaos~ lol

More than the fire had, the Shout began to melt its frozen exterior. The place had felt wrong before, but something had warped in the collision. Where the room had been pristine and so carefully constructed, it was now returning to a state of chaos. [Redacted] reeled, seeming to shrink, if that was possible. It was losing grip on its magic. More and more of its lair started to fall away back into the void, or else Oblivion; patches of reality pulled forward, stark against the ruined illusion. Varlais, face set in a severe scowl, took its moment of weakness as a signal and pulled an ebony dagger from somewhere in his coat. He rushed at [Redacted], stabbing into it with all the force he could muster.

As with ice, silence shattered.

Sound rushed back into the room with an explosion, causing Nyenna to cry out. The ringing in her ears made her lurch in confusion as she stumbled forward. She could hear the caustic Shout as if the [Redacted] itself had captured the Word and turned it back on her for her crimes. The Word’s power seemed to have amplified in the quiet, like a delayed assault on her senses. It had been meant to destroy the armor of her enemies — that had been her perception. Instead, it was unwinding her sanity.

The Shout was all she could hear over the chaos. She couldn’t tell what was real. Glimpses of an ancient battlefield blurred over the melting ice of this place. A storm of light and darkness swirling with souls in a place that touched the sky. A Dragon Priest on a platform of pale stone with its arms and staves raised, visage of a dark dragon looming huge behind him, impossible red eyes locked on hers.

“Dovahkiin…”

She gasped, barely grasping consciousness, willing the nightmare to clear from her eyes. [Redacted] had lost its hold on the spell that had, up until then, muffled reality as if they’d all been buried under an avalanche of snow. Slowly the room was warming. She felt the tug of the thing desperately trying to pull Magicka from them in an effort to regain its upper hand. But they had none left. There was nothing to take. It righted itself, still too huge, and with all its strength it launched a blow in her direction. She slumped against the supports that had been crumbling with [Redacted]’s lack of control and slid down to the ground, weak with the echo of the dragon’s Voice still piercing her skull.

She watched as Teldryn adjusted his grip on Chillrend with a flourish, rushing in to defend her. The sound of it reverberated, each clang of the sword a cacophony, each footfall a miniature torture. Her own Voice was still clawing at her mind, the hiss of the dragon tongue mired with Bosmeris and Common. Even covering her ears could not stop the Shout from burning. In the vision, it had looked like acid pouring down — an almost elemental call. It was wrong in every discernible way, but still just one Shout. But this…? It had compounded upon itself somehow, and she knew deep down the sound of it would never leave her. It lived in her soul. She heard the cries of the dragon there, at war with the knowledge she’d so long buried. Tears poured down her face. She felt nothing else but pain. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. Darkness was clawing at the edges of her awareness. Was this death? Was that the cost of this power? She was so tired.

The barrow. No, the burial mound. Kynesgrove. The ground beneath her feet — trees filled with birds chattering only to be so suddenly silenced. And then? The strings of necromantic energy twisting down, down. Sahloknir, stark against the sky as he burst forth from his cairn after centuries untold, sleeping, waiting. She wanted to sleep. Dear Gods, she needed sleep. The racket of tattered wings against greying skies prevented it. She looked down at her hands. Skeletal, and acid-eaten. Then normal, gripping a blade. Dead again, covered in ice, skin flaking away in the wind. The images shifted too fast for her to comprehend. She looked up, eyes locked once again with her enemy, here and not here at the same time. Was she? She shook her head, the ache overwhelming. His bitterness echoed in her empty chest, the sound of it escaping between her ribs.

Her mind searched for the familiar. She looked over at Teldryn as he hacked at [Redacted], its wails dulled to a blunt murmur. The image was weakening, though she wanted nothing more than to hold tight to it. All that remained was the malice of the great dragon, darker than the night closing in around her. She knew the name — felt the shape of it on her tongue. She was remiss to speak. It hurt too much. She had no strength left to bear the agony. Her eyes fluttered closed, and as she faded, his vile words seared themselves into her mind.

“Krii daar joorre.”

[ralofofriverwoods]

Made some character descriptions!! For all of my Skyrim characters, minus zuft’zahr’s siblings and my other werewolf :3

There’s a lot more under the read more thing but I don’t wanna fully clog people’s dash up, so the Dragonborn characters are the only visible ones for now

Farlian Seven - Khajiit(Cathay), dragonborn. Farlian has white fur with black stripes reminiscent of a white tiger, and has yellow eyes. She uses heavy armor, favoring blades armor and ebony, and she uses the dragon priest mask Nahkriin. She has two golden hoop earrings on each ear. Casual clothes include a turtleneck and a long skirt with varying patterns and styles, the most common being an animated blue starry shirt and an orange cloudy sky dress. || Farlian uses an ebony mace and the daedric artifact ‘spellbreaker’, a boon from Peryite. She also utilizes some destruction magic and some restoration. || She is affiliated with almost every Skyrim faction, including; the companions, the college of winterhold, the thieves guild, the dark brotherhood, the bards college, etc.

Virthik Fjovur - nord, dragonborn. Virthik has pale pinkish skin, blue dragon like eyes, and blonde hair with a braid near the front. He has two horns reminiscent of a dragon’s, the right one broken close to the scalp. At around the middle of the forearm his hands transition from white to a scale like grey, and become a little tougher. His fingers end in slightly sharpened claws growing out of the bone of the hand. He also has rather noticeable eye bags, regardless of how much sleep he gets. He wears carved Nordic armor with no helmet when in battle. When relaxing he wears a cozy blue knit sweater, a very fluffy scarf of sorts, and fur lined cargo pants. His dragon form is a dark grey with a lighter grey highlight, and dark blue horns/joint scales.[gore until the dark red text stops] The stomach, throat, and chest of the dragon are hollowed out excluding the bones, lungs, and heart, and it is missing the usual scales and muscles that cover it up. The jawbone is also missing scales and muscles. Despite the lack of proper muscles he can still fly, eat, and breathe just fine. || Virthik uses a specially enchanted and crafted ebony sword named “ “, as well as minimal restoration magic and a wide variety of shouts. || He is affiliated with the companions, the thieves guild, the rebuilt helgen, and a few others. He is also a follower of ikalis matrix, mentioned in the section labeled gods.

Zuft’zahr Satanni - Khajiit(Cathay), dragonborn. He has mostly brown fur with black stripes. His chin, belly, and underside of his tail/inner ears are a red to tan gradient. He has a daedric reminiscent symbol on his forehead that is seemingly natural in origin. His hair is black, and He uses dragon scale armor for most open combat, but otherwise uses a mix of thieves guild and dark brotherhood armor. No matter what he he wears an orange knit scarf with red accents, however. When not out for business he wears a sweater under a nice warm coat with many pockets, and either some sweat pants or an ankle length dress. || He primarily uses the blade of woe or chillrend, but has a battleaxe as a backup weapon as well. He uses quite a lot of illusion and alteration magic as well. Zuft'zahr also owns a small enchanted pocket watch which can rewind time. He uses this to attempt for the best possible scenario in every applicable situation. || He is affiliated with the dark brotherhood, the thieves guild, the blades, the college of winterhold, and the bards college.

Ka’rah Seven - Khajiit(Suthay-raht). Ka’rah has the same fur colors as her sister, but has bluish purple eyes with bright purple veins. Her markings are much flowy and curly than farlian’s. She has a large magic scar on the left side of her face. Her hair is braided and tied together down her back, and she has “facial hair” which is puffy and flows down a few inches past her collar bone. She wears a cape, heavy duty half skirt, and a loose green shirt most of the time, but also has a ritual outfit with many skulls and whatnot. Her casual outfit is a formal skintight shirt with lace making it a turtleneck, and flowy open sleeved arms. Her pants are heavy duty with a few decorative holes at the top of the leg. She also wears a manacle that functions as a detect magic and block magic charm. She also has a talking skull named torbar, which can either be worn or carried. || She wields a staff made of bone and leather, with insets of amethyst and a large purple orb that appears to be an unknown magical gem, possibly a soul gem. This is used to focus on many spells at once, and also lets her command her skeleton army with minimal shouting. || She is affiliated very loosely with the thieves guild and the dark brotherhood, for a steady supply of corpses and gemstones to use in spellcasting, but otherwise avoids most upstanding organizations. She is a “professional Necromancer warlord”, in other words, a necromancer that just really likes showing off.

Donein Seedmire - Bosmer. Donenin has slightly desaturated yellow skin with many scars and marks. His hair is a plain dark ish brown, as are his eyes. He always looks like he has cried recently, and is a little more flushed than a Bosmer would usually be. He wears a simple green shirt with an orange scarf, as well as some plain brown pants and quality(if a little worn) leather boots. He noticeably does not possess any sort of antler or horn. His teeth are incredibly sharp, and grow back in when they either fall out or are removed. || Donenin favors the bow, and has a specially made one crafted from particularly bendable bits of cartilage, and has little garnets studded around the handle. It also sports special ebony fittings. He also carries a small, rough ebony dagger with similar garnet fittings and a bone handle. || He is not affiliated with any of the bigger organizations of skyrim, but he goes around and helps out in smaller towns like rorikstead and karthwasten. He worships kynareth and mara.

Sifaris Denhan - snow elf, vampire. Sifaris has very pale skin, and exceedingly short hair. He has a tail reminiscent of a rat’s, as well as slightly clawed hands. His eyes are a slightly harsh yellow with a red rim and black scleras, as well as a pupil reminiscent of a cat’s. He has faded red tattoos on his back(which appear more pink than red), which curl around his torso to just under his top surgery scars. He wears a black turtleneck, as well as bits of homemade chaurus armor. He has thick, padded pants and heavy duty chaurus boots and gauntlets. He also has a hood with goggles and a mask, to make sure nobody knows he's a vampire. Also it looks good. He prefers to wear hoodies and other baggy clothes when not on a job. || He usually uses a double sided greatsword, but also has been seen using alteration, and occasionally a dual set of daggers. He specifically does not use any vampire abilities in battle, because honestly he doesn't know where that blood has been. || He was affiliated with the snow elves of the forgotten vale, but now he mostly just does mercenary work. He is married to citrine. He is a vampire that is tied to sanguine, not molag bal.

Citrine - altmer, werewolf. Citrine has healthy, sunny yellow skin with a few scars and sunburns at all times. He has silver eyes, clawed hands, and very light, fluffy blonde hair. Not quite platinum blonde, but very close. Occasionally he may have certain wolfish characteristics such as a tail or claws. || Citrine usually wears a classic monk outfit, with as few buttons as possible, and no shoes or footwraps. He wears the ring of Hircine infrequently, essentially just when he's in highly populated areas. He doesn't mind randomly wolfing out, says it gives life a little more spice. || He occasionally uses brass knuckles, but otherwise sticks completely to unarmed strikes and werewolf attacks. He wields some restoration magic as well, but mostly studies whatever he can that would help out sifaris in a pinch, as he has very fast natural regeneration. || He is as dedicated to sif as the tide is to the moon. He also somewhat follows Hircine, but more in the way that an employee likes their nice ish boss (Don't call when I'm off the clock cos I prolly won't answer). He is also a fan of dibella+sanguine’s teachings, but doesn't actively follow either of them. And of course he is married to sif.

Imerae Semalion - Falmer(the in game enemy kind). Imerae also has pale pale skin, though it is much rougher than Sif’s. She has many little scrapes just about everywhere. She also has a tail similar to sif’s, but it acts more as a prehensile tail than a cat tail. She has white hair grouped into two braided pigtails. She wears the usual thieves guild getup, minus the shoes. The only difference is that it’s all a pinkish hue, as is everything she wears ever. She usually doesn’t wear much other than her thieves guild attire, but she doesn’t mind baggy short sleeve shirts. || she uses a mix of daggers and bows, and favors stealth bow techniques, with the use of detect life and undead. || she’s obviously connected to the thieves guild, but she’s also semi related to the bard’s college and the college of winterhold. She appreciates nocturnal and boethia’s thing, though she doesn’t really follow follow any one deity.

Beynir Pale-sky - Nord. Beynir is very close to your typical Nord, and ironically extremely close to the looks of the preset for a Nord in the base game. He just has stubble instead of full mutton chops, and his hair is a little curlier. He wears the usual whiterun guard outfit, but with long yellow sleeves under the Chain mail. He also has brown eyes. || he uses the standard one handed sword+shield combo, but also has trained a little bit in unarmed combat. Just in case!! || he of course is affiliated with the whiterun guard, and a little bit of the thieves guild and companions.

Lurks-in-Darkness - argonian/saxhleel. LD has mostly black scales, with dark red accents and muddy chartreuse scales along the spine+top of the head. She has shiny red feathers that end with a tick of black on her head/neck and tail. Her tongue and inner mouth is black, and has a bite similar to that of a Komodo dragon. Her eyes are a shiny blood red with very thin, sharp pupils, and she has 3 chartreuse mini horns on each side of her head. She wears many daedric related suits of armor, her favorite being a modified suit of Daedric mail with a sickly green glow and red details. She wears a casual yellow long sleeve shirt under a blacksmith’s apron, with durable leather pants and leather foot wraps. She does not actually have boobs as one may assume, she actually just hides any contraband/stolen goods she finds in a pocket in her shirt :). Taking advantage of peoples stupidity 25/8 baby! || she wields both a Daedric greatsword or an orcish hammer, as well as almost all of the offensive schools of magic, excluding some illusion and most restoration. She also owns quite a few Daedric artifacts, and can wield most all of them at least semi effectively. || she is of course affiliated with quite a few of the Daedric princes, as well as limited interaction with their respective organizations, though she also has interactions with the college of winterhold quite often. This is to get access to the Atronach forge and the Daedric gauntlet.

Sara dellum - Dunmer . Sara has grayish skin, with white and red face paint and orange-red hair in the style of dreads, tucked back in a ponytail. He wears a mix of morag tong styled gear and specially crafted bonemold, designed for peak stealth. He also has little bits of skin where a keratin like structure acts as ‘scales’ on places like the bicep, outer thigh, and stomach. This is the same color as his skin. || Sara wields dual daggers exclusively, but also knows rudimentary hand to hand combat. He has a special coin that, when incorporated with other coins, can tell him whether or not any are illegitimate. || he was affiliated with the morag tong, but has since moved on to be a lone contractor. He has occasionally run into the dark brotherhood, and visits the thieves guild often in the dark corners, for those looking to strike a quick deal for a little cheaper than the larger groups. He has also been seen skulking around in raven rock and tel mythrin.

Mako Lograk - orsimer. Mako has rough green skin with a tinge of yellow, and is quite hairy. In addition to a lot of body hair, he has mustard yellow scales speckled around his cheeks, chest, shoulders, stomach, and forearms. Essentially everywhere there is hair. His hair is dark brown, and the hair on his head is curly, while his body hair is more reminiscent of a wild hogs’, being thick and wiry, and relatively straight. He wears no shirt, but his pants are a soft and warm wool, and his boots are a waterproof leather insulated with bits of animal pelts and fur. He wears a harness for his axe to be idly carried, and lugs around a large bag meant to preserve any alchemical ingredients he may come across. || he uses a large axe to do most fighting, but also owns multiple sets of different scissors to harvest various plants and whatnot with. || he is not affiliated with any major groups, but just about every alchemist in Skyrim knows him as an extremely reliable source of ingredients for potions, and a little bit of gossip from the other alchemists.

Alriac Vilri - maomer. Alriac has pale blue skin that seems slightly transparent and shiny, and large web shaped ears. His eyes have a low blue glow, and his hair is dark ish blue with almost white streaks. He has webbed hands and feet, and his fingers end in a hard and sharp point. When on land he wears a loose, flowy button up shirt at least halfway unbuttoned, a slightly weathered teal dress, and quite honestly the worst looking boots you’ve ever seen, with mold starting to grow on the sides and at least one hole in the seams or from pure wear and tear on the leather. He also has a pearl bracelet and a silver necklace, inlaid with sapphire. When in the water he simply wears his jewelry. His mermaid tail is a shimmery silver with sapphire blue stripes near the waist, and he has gills in between his ribs. || he does not frequently fight, but when he does he prefers ice based destruction magic or alteration. Otherwise he uses sharp, shark like teeth, as well as claws to hook into prey or foe, to rip and tear.

Ithvozal Raogarn - Dwemer. Ithvozal has dark ish yellow skin meant to withstand pressure and heat. They have brown frizzy hair which they pull back into a low ponytail, and bright blue eyes. Their body is paralyzed from the waist down, and as such they use a wheelchair designed for maximum mobility and effectiveness. Some functions of this mobility device include: a built in crossbow, the ability to curl up into a ball and speed around with Ithvozal inside, interface and control of many dwarven constructs, heating and cooling, and many more small functions. || they mainly utilize a specialized hand crossbow and the weapons on their chair. They keep a notebook and pen with them at all times, to mark down what may need to be repaired or removed, as well as to plan out what they’ll build next. They also carry a wide range of tools for impromptu repairs. || ithvozal follows no gods. They are also the only one in their large cave system other than their non Dwemer friends.

Bivelle rivera - dunmer. She has pinkish grey skin with red and black face paint around the eyes. She has small dragonfly like wings, the membranes of which are a dark shimmery black-blue color, reminiscent of stained glass. She also has a small dragonfly like ‘tail’. She is wearing a red and black corset with shiny silver filigree and buckles, soft red and yellow striped pants, black boots with yellow accentwork, and a short red half skirt. Under the corset there is a flowy black blouse. || She wields a wavy dagger, as well as a variety of embalming tools and torture tools. She uses mainly necromantic magic when she is casting, but also has been seen using illusion magic when needed. || She is not affiliated with any large organizations, but has started a small cult that sows discord throughout solstheim and windhelm, and really any place they see fit. She is good acquaintances with Sara, and helps score clients whenever possible.

And that’s all the Skyrim lovelies!

[hannah-heartstrings]

I realized I could've posted little meta tidbits on all the days I didn't have a fic for. I'm not missing an opportunity to talk about our OCs so I'm doing it now. XD

@nine-blessed-hero @babyblueetbaemonster @inkysqueed (Do you guys want to be tagged in posts like this?) @tes-summer-fest

Arcane: Mom got so sick of hearing "I don't know what Arch-Mage Traven has against Necromancy, but the first thing he did after taking over the Mages Guild was to ban its practice" that she decided that Praelyn becomes Arch Mage specifically to make everyone shut up about him.

She says the new rumor becomes: "I don't know what Arch-Mage Praelyn has against Traven, but the first thing she did after taking over the Mages Guild was to ban mention of his name." So I guess it didn't work. XD

Beloved: One quest they all do together is Shadow Over Hackdirt because that's possibly the only quest we all actually did (other then the tutorial, of course. We all also might've delivered the amulet, I don't remember). Most of us barely even did quests back then, just explored random places. But we all dropped what we were doing as soon as they said Dar-Ma was gone.

Sanctuary: Does where you find the unicorn count as a sanctuary? My brother and I woke up one morning and Dad just had a unicorn now, we asked him how he fought all the minotaur and he was like "I just got on the unicorn and rode off."

So it became canon that Rann just shows up with a unicorn one day and everyone's like "What on Nirn?!"

Devotion: Reptilious is very devoted to becoming an imperial guard so that other argonians will have someone to protect and look out for them.

In Bloom: Lecrinn likes purple flowers because they remind her of Cheydinhal and, by extension, someone who lives there.

Sword: Lecrinn fights with a cutlass, Reptilious with a Blades katana, Praelyn with magic and Chillrend, and Rann with whatever happens to be the coolest thing in his pocket.

I actually managed to make each fact about a different character or the whole party instead of just Lecrinn, amazing. XD

[argisthebulwark]

for the skyrim asks: horse, nirnroot, daedra heart (hope your day is goin good 👍🏼)

thank u! my day has been alright, lots of cleaning up the kitchen after cooking and baking for valentine's day lol

Horse: What other fandoms are you in?

I've interacted with a lot of fandoms in the past - and still have a sideblog for like every single one - but my main ones would probably be Star Trek and Borderlands, specifically BL2. I don't interact on that one as much because the Borderlands fandom here isn't as active but I love the series. I used to be really into The Adventure Zone but only Balance so I kinda fell out of the fandom.

Idk if it counts but I'm also super into the booktok/bookstagram scene. I read 50-75 books every year and love to scream about them.

Nirnroot: What skill tree do you use often?

Archery and Sneak are definitely the biggest ones. Light Armor, Lockpicking, and sometimes One Handed because I love to use cool swords like Chillrend. You will never catch me Blocking or using Heavy Armor.

Daedra Heart: Favorite Daedra?

Noctural's hot and she gives me cool skills but it's fucked up that I can't keep the Skeleton Key, or Sanguine because he's silly and funny.

from this lovely ask game

[hc-geralt-23]

The Elder Scrolls 6 teased in Skyrim 13th anniversary Bethesda post https://www.gamingbible.com/news/elder-scrolls-6-teased-skyrim-anniversary-974549-20241112

[what-even-is-thiss]

Okay I’ve got patch for purists, beyond skyrim Bruma and the beyond skyrim merchant ship, two new followers (a Khajiit and a snow elf), extended guard dialogue which I think uses AI voices but I play with sound off so doesn’t matter to me, retexture of chillrend to make it look more like oblivion, quest markers for the stones of barenziah, and a mod that lets you use your own blood for septimus’ quest if you play as an elf. And a loading screen mod to make loading screens look like oblivion loading screens.

Let’s see if the game crashes.

Okay I’m finally gonna do it. Im caving in. I’m gonna mod skyrim.

[coyote-ralyn]

Multifantober2022, day 27 -Element. Chillrend (Skyrim) 🥶

[endawn]

mercer frey never gets ahold of chillrend. if he had, pax would’ve 100% stolen it back before the last dragonborn could ever lay hands on it. if pax ever had an unhealthy attachment to an inanimate object, it would be that sword. he’d kill a man for that sword ( & with it ).

[clockworkslick]

a strange dragonborn

[arcturite]

Swordtember Day 2 Ice: Chillrend

[srrinas-shinies]

S’rrina knows why Mercer put those swingy traps now that cut her tail fur...

S’rrina also has a new sword and shinies now...

She wants to know why he left the exit unlocked though when all she had to do was drop down though a hole to be nearly in the smelly tavern. It is like he didn’t think anyone could jump and grab a ledge...

[mareenavee]

Hello Mareena! ❤️ For the odd OC asks, could I get 🍇 and 🍰 for dear Nyenna, please?

Hello!!! Thank you so much for the ask :D

Odd OC asks for Nyenna from my fic, The World on Our Shoulders!

Here's the game for inquiring minds.

Without further ado:

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

Nyenna could do with a few lessons on how to make more time for her friends back in Whiterun. She's the focused type, the one who's always busy and has tunnel vision on her goals. However, even though she's never home, as soon as she gets back she can melt into the old routine as if she never left. She is kind, even if she's made a few wrong turns. She does support and defend the people she cares about.

I suppose in the group dynamic, she mostly sits on the periphery. Even though she's welcomed and people do care about what happens to her, she's still outside of things a little bit. She's the new kid on the block, especially at the beginning. She and Athis had such a whirlwind thing going on also that they were one entity -- they would be invited to gatherings together as one unit. Things will shift when she finally gets back to Whiterun. She's just not sure how. And it remains a big worry for her.

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

This question can be so, so spoilery...!! So instead of trying to skirt around some of the trouble that Nyenna has found, I am going to provide a snippet from a later chapter without the leadup information one would have to read the fic for as it publishes~

(I know, I know... Sorry, Winter, that the unforgiveable character happens to be this specific one! We have wildly different takes on him and I suspect he occupies wildly different roles in our respective tales lol)

From an upcoming, not final, Chapter 43:

She turned away from the tide and back toward where Ralof had been standing, looking for a better position, or anything that might give her an advantage. Before her, a group of soldiers were raising a shield wall to protect their Jarl. They would have to be the next to go, as her rage coalesced on Ulfric himself, for daring to try and take control of her after everything she had been through to get here. For every thankless task she had tried to do for him and his clueless people. For trying to bring him the reality of the situation here in Skyrim. All her pain and fury flared in her eyes as she stared them down.

She took a deep breath, facing the group of guards. 

“FUS – ” she started, but Ulfric just laughed mockingly, causing her to swallow the rest of the Shout painfully as the shields trembled, almost knocking the soldiers off-balance with the weakened form of Unrelenting Force. She dismissed her swords as her hand flew to her throat. She heard a strangled, familiar cry behind her, followed by the hollow sound of chitin armor bouncing off of stone. Her blood turned to ice as she inhaled sharply.

“Stop, Dragonborn. Turn and look,” Ulfric said, voice like poison.

The general from earlier had Teldryn pinned to the ground under his knee, the blade of his great axe held perilous inches above his neck. More guards pinned down his arms after they had wrenched Chillrend from his grasp. The general’s arm was shaking with the effort of holding up the weight of the weapon. It would drop any second. Flashes of Teldryn’s body destroyed by the abominations in her nightmare clouded her mind. Even an image of Athis, nearly crushed by a dragon, blinded her. History was doomed to keep repeating. Her heart felt as if it was being squeezed in her chest. The rage drained from her, replaced with fear and overwhelming nausea.

“NO!” she screamed, the sound of it echoing in the room. She tasted blood and swallowed hard. The whole keep shook, sending down debris as she tried to scramble to him. She gasped for breath and felt her legs move of their own accord, as her bound swords dissipated.

She felt sharp pain in her shoulder as more guards caught her sleeves and pulled back on her arms, binding them behind her. She shook her head and writhed violently as another guard tried to tie cloth over her mouth, all the while sobbing.

“There has been enough death, enough of my men sacrificed to apprehend you. Come quietly and this…Greyskin sellsword of yours will go free,” Ulfric said calmly. She couldn’t tell if it was a lie, but she wouldn’t risk Teldryn’s life just for the chance to rip the man limb from limb for his treachery. She let out another sob and hung her head, dropping limply to her knees in the hands of the Stormcloaks.

“Nyenna! NO! Don’t do this!” Teldryn yelled, pleading with her as the general got up and stepped away from him. The other guards pulled him roughly to his feet.“Keep fighting! You must!” The desperation in his voice almost broke her. Tears spilled freely now as she struggled for a deep breath.

She looked up at him through watery eyes and shook her head. She would not lose him like this. She would fight no more. He inhaled sharply, and she saw his own tears of shock and disbelief starting to well up. The guards turned him roughly by the shoulders and started shoving him through the doorway and out into the main hall. He tried more than once to return to her, but the guards shoved him even more roughly, eliciting sharp curses in Dunmeris. She clung to the dregs of his voice as it echoed off the keep’s stone walls until he eventually vanished from hearing range. She shook violently with sobs as she hung her head in defeat, pain searing in her twisted shoulder.

In a word: Betrayal. Betrayal is unforgiveable. And there are more instances than this. And she is complicit in some herself, which is why we see her struggle so much with her missteps in the flash forward scenes. She cannot forgive herself, either.