#Evalien dragonborn

[wellthebardsdead]

Mannimarco: nightshade and now I just need virgin blood and we should be able to break the seal. *draws his dagger*

Kaidan: great where are we supposed to find a virgin in the middle of a dungeon dedicated to the tribun- OW!

Mannimarco: *stabs his hand and pours the blood on the altar opening it* oh good it worked.

Taliesin: *snorts* seems you’re not getting nearly as much action as you like to say you are swordsman~

Evalien: *reads the text again* oh no it does say virgin blood. Not blood of a virgin.

Mannimarco: literary context matters in occult practices- fair warning the chamber ahead is filled with corprus victims so I’m guessing I’m going in first?

Kaidan: *kicks him in then throws Taliesin in after him* Arseholes.

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Marigold: You’re all the dragonborn too?!

Naria: I am Goldie locks whats it to you?

Marigold: what did I do to you?!

Naria: exist. You Altmer scum.

Marigold: oh- right- you’re a maormer… if it helps I’m half bosmer *pulls back his fringe showing his antlers coming in*

Naria: oh-… cute…

Henwen: you guys are the dragonborn as well?? Miraak we’re not the only ones!

Miraak: Shit.

Sylas: *spotted wendy* ANOTHER SNOW ELF!!!?? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING?!

Henwen: *gasps* another like me!! oh I got sent forward in time! I’m only 27 years old!

Sylas: *shakily hugs him* oh my god you are only a baby!!

Henwen: I am?

Aurowren: yes, snow elves live for thousands of years like us Ayleids.

Marigold: an Ayleid?! Don’t tell me you’re the dragonborn too! The Marukhati Selectives would be rolling in their graves!

Aurowren: *laughs* I am, ironic isn’t it?

Xippy: *a dwemer mechanic* POPPY!!!

Poppy: *a cyborg dwemer cowboy* XIPPY!! *goes to hug him then freezes* I’m- poisonous.

Xippy: *pulls up a gas mask* I don’t care I was the one who rebuilt you! *hugs him tight*

Beetle: *big tonal architect, named for the two dwemer strut like prongs poking from his forehead and the second set of arms on his power armour* Awww you guys!! I missed you! *picks them both up*

Evalien: MORE DWEMER?!

Beetle, Xippy & Poppy: WE HAVE A SISTER!?!

Evalien: *shyly backing up* i- oh hello! Hi! Wow you guys are tall! *stops as she clangs into the legs of another Dwemer’s power armour*

Bass: *big daddy bioshock looking guy. looks down at her, heart breaking seeing her face and how much she looks like his daughter would have* … *picks her up and puts her on his back* I’m adopting you.

Evalien: i o-okay-

Shamat: I- I don’t think that’s how that works mr dwemer man- *looking at the group with third eye open* Azuras mercy you all need therapy. Badly.

Meanwhile Kaidan: *sweating seeing all his partners* wh-what the fuck is happening?!

Random prompt for my fellow Skyrim enjoyers:

How do you guys think your Skyrim oc's would react if they were in the same universe together?

Just a wiiiiiild thought I had recently lmao

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Evalien: Hello I’m Eva, I’m the Dragonborn, this is my husband Kaidan, and my friends Taliesin, Inigo, Caryalind, Lucien, Nayir, Auri-

Taliesin: Well be here all day we can just introduce ourselves dear.

Evalien: -Flynt, willow and Mani and this is my daughter Khash.

Khash:

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Bishop: Big breasts don’t count if you’re fat.

Evalien: Neither does a dick if 90% is your personality.

Kaidan: *chokes on his ale*

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Bass: Whew, you’re a big wood elf! What have they been feeding you boy?

Nayir: meat and wild vegetables mostly, my height is from my Da though, I’m half giant.

Bass: Ah… a shame about what my people did to your kin… they were a marvellous folk before they… traded their intelligence. I see you thankfully inherited your mother’s intelligence then.

Nayir: I’m not sure to be honest friend, but please don’t feel bad, I hold no ill will towards you… Are all Dwemer men as big as you? You’re almost as tall as me!

Bass: *chuckles and adjusts his voice regulator as the ground quakes a little from his laugh* You should see me in my power armour, I’d have a good 2ft on you then~ and no, only baritonal architects like myself are usually this big. Chemical workers stand around taliesins height and gradually grow smaller from there. Our women are much the same.

Evalien: *walks by*

Bass: Though my new daughter is definitely a few apples short of the average height.

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ASGJGADFGFF It would be possible. The heart of lorkhan is the heart of the world. Azura simply dropped him into another timeline, not an entirely new realm.

Evaliens timeline is her amidst a huge dragonbreak closing. So all the other potential dragonborns exist in her timeline and of them all the gods chose her to be the bearer of the dragon blood.

But in vivis timeline, his splits into two, one where steren doesn’t join him in the brothel and he escapes on his own, and this one where Azura interferes and drops steren into his life.

The heart of lorkhan like lorkhan himself is a constant being through all timelines, so it’s still the same one steren touched and would hold a connection to just as voryn would.

I imagine steren losing his shit would make ulfric shit himself seeing the power displayed by the dragonborns beloved, and he’d realise quickly how important vivienne really is if he’s the only one who can quell such raw power and anger-

Like sterens about to split the throat of the world in two from there to red mountain. And then Vivi just gently holds him and coos to him to sit down like “my star, please, don’t defile the peace of high hrothgar over this… he’s not worth the effort.”

im debating giving steren more of a connection to the heart of lorkhan in vivi's au and thus, more of a connection to voryn. he did use kagrenac's tools on the heart, but im unsure how that would effect him more than say, nerevar, who in this world did the same.

mainly i just want him during peace at high hrothgar talks to start to quickly lose his patience. he's cold. hes stressed. he's terrified of the prospect of catching and interrogating a dragon and potentially losing vivienne. he was terrified even fighting alduin with him. and all of that is making him more and more angry to compensate. ulfric even has the gall to imply he's an imperial agent given the slight cyrodiilic accent he has with some words and he just completely loses his temper and starts going off on ulfric and the mountain starts shaking and things are flying off the shelves and his eyes are glowing blood red because ulfric is demanding a fucking hold as compensation. and steren is so. very. tired. he misses his parents. if nerevar was here he wouldn't have to hear this shit. if voryn was here he wouldnt have to either

but just as soon as it starts he's hit with chest pains and nausea. and somewhere on a ship voryn is clutching his chest, the ocean waves getting stronger and stronger before slowly dying down.

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Evalien: *steps into the arcanum and walks to the check in desk* Urag yes?

Urag: *glances up from his paperwork, eyeing up the woman before him dressed in armour of dwemer metal and dragon scales, her face hidden behind a mechanised dragon priest mask* Yes? How can I help you Maam?

Evalien: I need any books on elder scrolls. And- *looks over to the side of the room spotting a door she’d never seen in the game, but very present before her in reality* I’m looking for a dunmer. Around 80 years old, comes up to my chest in height, his names Wyrm?

Urag: … *slowly stands up, visibly tensing and holding a stance most orcs would display before flying into a berserker like blind rage* Whose asking?

Evalien: the last dragonborn. And if that doesn’t interest you- *opens her mask showing her face* would the last dwemer at least be allowed an audience with him?

Urag: *breath catching* … I-I’ll go fetch him. I- mr wrench, can you get our guests some tea?

Mr wrench: *peeps up from behind the desk and scurry’s off returning with a teapot and cups*

*several minutes later*

Urag: I apologise he does this when he’s excited he can’t help it- if he doesn’t get it out he’ll catch fire. Literally.

Evalien: it’s okay I stim too when I’m overwhelmed. He’ll run out of steam eventually.

Wyrm: *zooming around the arcanum grabbing book after book on the dwemer while rambling about his research and asking thousands of questions without a pause for breath, Occasionally jumping and landing into a pile of cushions as he lets out all his excitement before running back to her, then to Urag, then resuming his explosion of energy*

Taliesin: he’s like a bunny binkying.

Marigold: he really is isn’t he.

Kaidan: he’s gonna trip over his own hair if he’s not careful.

Caryalind: flynt seems to be taking care of that-

Flynt: *listening intently and moving cushions about the space predicting where he’ll jump next* Mm.

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Evalien: *quietly walking along the icy glacier walls bordering winterhold, her eyes catching a particular flash of white moving beyond the ever blowing frost* Huh? *squints her eyes and focuses, seeing two, big, icy blue eyes gawking at her from behind a rock* …Oh my god… *immediately starts setting down her weapons* Taliesin get a blanket from my saddle bag! Marigold get me some food quickly!

Marigold: *visibly trembling as he climbs off his horse and starts getting food from his pack* what? Why what do you see?

Taliesin: *trembling more than marigold after giving him his cloak to keep warm* I-it had better be worth traversing this frozen h-hellscape!

Evalien: shhhh, he’s scared. *smiles at them as she takes the food and the blanket, creeping closer slowly* Hi sweetie, hi, my names Evalien… it’s okay, it’s alright you can come out. *watches as the figure hides away for a moment before slowly emerging, a young half atmoran snow elf around her age, sent forward in time and bewildered beyond words, beard scraggly and hair wild and body draped in rags and furs as he wields a broken spear in her direction* what’s… your name?

Henwen: *trembling out of fear, completely unphased by the cold* h-Henwen, wh-what are you?

Evalien: I’m… I’m a deep elf… these are my friends, these two are high elves though Marie is half wood elf, flynt is a wood elf, Lucien is an imperial and Kaidan is an Akaviri and my friend Inigo here is a Khajiit.

Inigo: hello! This is Mr dragonfly! He used to be a man too!

Henwen: *ignoring Inigo and the humans, eyes transfixed on the other elves* Mer? You- you’re Mer? Like me? Like da told me of?

Evalien: *nods and smiles holding out the food and the blanket* Yes sweetness… you’re not alone anymore.

*a few hours later in the inn*

Henwen: *clean after a long bath, hair white as snow just like his skin and face now clean shaven, seated on his bed naked as the day he was born and snuggled in a blanket as Taliesin makes alterations to a pair of trousers for him* Ma? I call you, mother then?

Evalien: yes, wyrmie here already calls me Alma.

Wyrm: *excitedly observing Henwen and taking notes in the corner* mhm!

Henwen: … What type of elf is he?

Kaidan: a smol one.

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Evalien: *swings her leg over the horses saddle* Thank the gods they don’t have women’s saddles here, how in the good fuckery of oblivion do ladies in cyrodiil ride on those things? I’d slide clean off!

Kaidan: You answer this one Taliesin you look like you’ve ridden side sa-

Marigold: *pushes him off his horse* play nice boys.

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Kaidan: *sitting on the edge of the cliffside, staring up at the dancing lights of Skyrim’s night sky as he wonders how his people spent their last moments before the thalmor came to kill them and destroy this place*

Evalien: *walks over and sits beside him* …I’m sorry…

Kaidan: don’t be… you warned me they wouldn’t be alive and they’d be long gone and… I got my hopes up still… *sighs* I just wish there was more than a clue leading us to another location… near fucking Windhelm of all places. *huffs*

Evalien: mm… you’ll be… glad you made the journey though…

Kaidan: aye… *smiles sadly* I should know better than to doubt you when you know everything that’s going to happen… but… what if I find out my parents didn’t want me?… love me?…

Evalien: they did… and I’m sure they still do. *smiles and rubs his back before looking back up at the lights*

Kaidan: *looking at her in awe as the lights reflect in her glowing blue eyes* I believe it when you say it…

Evalien: *smiles at him before looking back up at the lights and sitting in silence as his hand slips into hers* …Nirn is singing here… do you want to hear her?

Kaidan: aye…

Evalien: *pulls out her phone and presses play on Secunda* …She sounds peaceful tonight…

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Evalien: *picks a nice horse from the stable with the last of their gold* right, Marigold you’re with Taliesin on neigh-omi, Lucien you’re gonna have to get over your fear of horses and help flynt ride this one.

Lucien: what?! Why?!

Evalien: because he’s blind and can’t see where the horse is going! Get on! *climbs up onto hers*

Taliesin: I’m all for sharing but perhaps marigold and flynt together and Lucien with me? He’s inexperienced?

Marigold: *sitting on a barrel looking poorly* oh I don’t mind either. Could you lift me? My legs ache so much, my body feels like lead today.

Taliesin: …Actually this plan works beautifully. *lifts him up gently and places him on the saddle before climbing behind him* lean back against me my dear. I won’t let you fall.

Marigold: my what a gentleman you are now~ so different from our first meeting, you haven’t even gagged me yet~

Taliesin: *whispers in his ear* keep that up there’s still time.

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Wyrm: here! Can you translate my book for me??? I’ve been trying my whole life and I only just got one page to become readable but I needed to use these gloves- *holds up wraith guard a little too close to her*

Evalien: *eyes flashing from blue to red as a loud ringing suddenly fills her ears turning into an echo of pained screaming as she picks up the hive minds frequency again* S̵̥̈T̵͓̕R̶̖̆U̵͙̒H̷̙͒ ̶͎̋ṭ̶͝i̸̺͌ ̶̺̓ṣ̶̚ẗ̶͇́ṟ̶̃ṷ̵̍ḧ̷̩́ ̶̢̉t̶͚̐i̵̲͒ ̷̱́s̴̡̛t̸̙̅ṟ̸͘ǘ̷͕h̴̻͋ ̴̦̓t̸̍ͅi̷͇͂ ̴̱̀g̴̖̅n̶̲͝ï̴͈m̶̠̋a̵̢̐é̶͓r̴̥͂c̸̼̒S̷̛͍ ̴̜͌e̸̤̾r̶̡͠’̷̙̚ý̸̝e̴̺͐h̶̽͜t̴̪͝

*staggers back gripping her head and clawing at the headset behind her mask, flicking the noise cancelling function sending white noise over the signal* ughh-

Wyrm: wh-what happened? I- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- *steps forward*

Kaidan: *steps between them* not another step you little creep-

Marigold: *slaps his arm* Kaidan, that was uncalled for it was an accident- whatever- it was…

Evalien: *voice switching between frequency and volumes as if someone’s playing with a soundboard in her throat before returning to normal as the connection severs and she focuses back on the song of the land around her* It’s, alright, Kaidan. It… *shakes her head as her eyes flick to green, then blue again* it wasn’t his fault… Wyrm, put those down, immediately. They’re dangerous.

Wyrm: *tears already pricking at his eye from potentially hurting her, then Kaidans jab at him* th- they are? *looks at the gauntlets remembering the visions they gave him, quietly sets them on his desk and backs away from them*

Evalien: *grips onto Taliesin and pulls herself up with his help* Do you know what they are? What they were made for?

Wyrm: I… had a vision when I put them on, I saw them, and a hammer and knife… and three other figures. *pales remembering blood and a peeled face, but strangely no sound, only his pulse thrumming in his ears*

Evalien: the foul murder. The tribunal used those gloves and two other tools that day. But it wasn’t nerevar they struck with them. It was the heart of lorkhan. For your sake… I suggest you keep them locked away.

Wyrm: n-nerevar? Foul murder? The heart of lorkhan? What- how do you know this from just my vision??

Evalien: there’s a great deal I know. A great deal I know about you too… let me see your book.

Kaidan: I don’t think that’s a good idea you started speaking backwards just from those gauntlets-

Evalien: I’ll live. *takes the book from Wyrm and opens it. Seeing mostly what everyone else does when they look at it, encryptions from a living god guarding his secrets* for being the most straight forward and honest of the tribunes he was the most secretive, Vehk fancied himself the replacement of Mephala, but he was an open book compared to seht- *traces her hands over the pages and blinks as text reacts to her touch, swirling over her fingers in patterns and shapes, like they’re responding to her presence with familiarity* but every secret can be found out, and every code can be cracked- *feeds her magic into it and drops the book in shock at what she sees* …

Taliesin: Eva?

Kaidan: love?…

Wyrm: A-Alma?…

Evalien: *breath shakey as she looks from the book, then to Wyrm as tears cloud her vision* And I thought… his decision to kill nerevar was the extent of his cruelty… you can never go to the clockwork city.

Wyrm: I?… why?…

Evalien: *shakes her head* a heart transplant is something I really don’t want to explain…

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Evalien meeting Henwen: a snow elf-Atmoran?…

Henwen: *backed up against the wall of ice that was his home before he got sent forward in time, holding his spear out at her* g-go away, go away!

Evalien: Aw… *pulls a blanket from her bag and casts calm on him* come here sweetie… You need a bath.

Vs:

Evalien Meeting Sylas: *walking through a crypt checking the Draugr to kill any before they can raise up* hm… that is an. Oddly attractive and very much alive draugr.

Sylas: *opens his eyes*

Evalien: *punches him*

Sylas: OW!

Evalien: yep alive alright. *looks at the soot on her hand from his disguise* you need a bath.

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Evalien: *walking up to the collage of winterhold* Caryalind potion, marigold, Taliesin, hood up.

Marigold: what? Why?

Evalien: Ancano.

Marigold: …What?

Taliesin: Ancano?! Here?!

Evalien: no in morrowind, yes he’s here! *points ahead to the high elf in front of the main doors*

Marigold: shit- *pulls his hood up and covers his face with his cowl*

Taliesin: *does the same* you know him flower?

Marigold: he’s my- was, my fiancé, before I disappeared.

Caryalind: *pops an invisibility potion and downs it* ugh yep still gross. I thought he was based in Markarth still-

Marigold: evidentially not…

Flynt: *places his hand to his sword and moves in front of him smelling Ancanos scent and recognising it from the embassy* hmm…

Kaidan: *nods to inigo and steps up beside Evalien to act as her bodyguard* hands on blades.

Inigo: yes brother.

Evalien: *walks up to the doors ignoring Ancano as she waits for the Breton woman to finish reprimanding him*

Mirabelle: We’re done her- oh hello. A new student? Welcome to the collage of winterhold.

Evalien: not a student. I require access to the arcanum… and is, there a little dunmer named Wyrm here? I have a package for him.

Mirabelle: Little Pearl? Oh yes you’ll find him in the arcanum. Just through the doors and to your right. I take it, it’s important given your heavily armed guards?

Evalien: thank you, and yes. It’s of high importance.

Ancano: Anything of high importance coming through these doors must be reported to the thalmor.

Evalien: *turns to face him as her mask opens showing her purple skin and other dwemer characteristics* go hug a land mine.

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Evalien: *stepping into the hidden temple of the tribunal, hearing the screaming and laughter of a woman she can’t see but recognises still* let’s clear this place out… quickly… *stares up at the huge statue of Almalexia* hi Ayem… it’s time you got the rest you need…

*a few hours and several dead cultists later*

Evalien: *picks up Almalexias mask and feels drawn to its energy, a pull like a hand asking her to follow* … *puts it on to see the room around her gone, replaced with an endless sea of light and colours all around her, except for above where the uncaring godhead rests beyond the void. And standing before her, Almalexia herself, tired, but calm* …

Almalexia: …I never had the freedom to choose my own life… a crown gave me no freedom… and neither did Godhood… I was always bound to a role chosen by other people… Even at the height of my power I was truely powerless. And in realising that my chance to grasp what I had taken, was slipping from my fingers… I lost myself to madness… but you. You have freedom. You have a Role to play but you can chose who you want to be. You can be whoever you want… just like nerevar… like every form he chose to take… *sighs and shakes her head* Please… promise me… You won’t resign those around you to roles that suit your whims like he did… like he did to my fellow tribunes. Like he did to Voryn… like he did to me…

Evalien: … *holds open her arms* I promise.

Almalexia: … *smiles tiredly and walks to her, embracing her in her arms and resting against the dwemers larger form* I’m… finally… free…

Evalien: *hugs her tight and smiles as she removes the mask, returning to reality, a lock of curly red hair falling from beneath her armour before turning black as she keeps the last glimmer of almalexias true self alive within her*

Vivienne: Alma?

Evalien: hm? *looks back at him and smiles* Yes Vivi?

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Evalien: *steps into blackreach and blinks hearing a low drone sound followed by a ringing in her ears and an irregular thrum in her chest* what- does?… anybody else hear that?

Wyrm: no??

Caryalind: no? What does it sound like?

Kaidan: it could be the others above ground?

Sylas: Nah I stopped hearing taliesins caterwauling ages ago, either were too far down or marigold shut him up.

Kaidan: or flynt.

Henwen: Shh I see movement ahead- it’s big.

Evalien: *looks in the direction and sees what she first thinks is a centurion lumbering towards them, only to see a long ponytail of heavy thick braids hanging above its rear* is that?… another dwemer?

Wyrm: Another?? *suddenly runs ahead of her*

Kaidan: Shit- Wyrm no!

Evalien: it’s… alright… *taps into the sound again realising its coming from them* he’s… putting out a signal… I think he’s lonely?

Wyrm: *waves at the figure* Hello! Hi! Over here! Are you a dwemer?? We have one with us to- too… *backs up as the figure turns to face him showing a heavy helm resembling a scuba helmet, the glass panel glowing an alert yellow*

Evalien: Wyrm behind me. *pulls him back and steps forward before singing out a note of her own, much higher, sweeter, changing frequency and pitch as she awaits his to join hers*

???: *shifts their stance in surprise before releasing the low frequency again, shifting it until it harmonises with hers and their song beats as one, the light on his helm turning green, then aetherium blue as he begins to approach*

Evalien: *smiles and approaches too* hi. Can you understand me? What’s your name?

Bass: *groans lowly as he comes to a stop before her, his power armour whirring as steam filters out between joints, his helmet splitting open and drawing back revealing an old but handsome dwemer, purple skin, blue eyes, and thick dark hair with a silver streak* Hello. My designation serial ID is Zurghngerthanark… You may call me Bass. I am a former baritonal architect… what is your designation?

Evalien: no clue what Zurg- Zurghnger- sorry give me a minute that’ll take me some practice- my names Evalien. I’m… im the dragonborn. I don’t have a serial ID.

Bass: *eyes widening in surprise before shifting to relief* you… You are the one the scroll foretold of… the one the renegades hoped for. Do not fret about pronouncing it… It is just my number amongst my unit and assigned purpose. I feared maybe you were of… Less well minded of standings…

Evalien: you? Know who I am? Renegades? Well minded?

???: b-bass?

???: shhh! People! Strangers let’s go back inside!

Evalien: *looks over to see several pale faces staring out from behind a wall at her* Snow elves! More of them- *gasps as they hide away* no no don’t be afraid! Henwen! Sylas look!

Bass: *looks over to the group to see the two snow elves in her care* You have found survivors?! How? I feared we could save no more. *steps towards them making Kaidan step forward and draw his sword* Ah- I mean no harm, truely, *kneels down with a loud grunt before disconnecting his entire left arm from his suit and weapon with it* I just wish to check their health…

Wyrm: *lured the other snow elves out of hiding revealing well over 30 of them* this is a sweet roll! They’re very good would you like some??