#Evalien dragonborn

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Behold! Evalien!

I couldn’t be asked to redownload all my Dwemer mods in Skyrim so I remade her in baldurs gate 3!

The only thing she’s missing are the two red marital dots on her cheeks from her union with malacath .

(Orcish culture is heavily inspired by Mongolian culture so I used Queen Genepil as a reference)

Her hairs quite thick and curly and she wears it back in a bun beneath her helmet 90% of the time because she just can’t be asked to deal with it lol it’s a much darker shade of black than what’s available in game too but after absorbing what’s left of Ayems soul she does have a little touch of red in her bangs.

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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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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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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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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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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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Evalien: *blinks awake finding herself in a warm bed in dragonsreach after blacking out following her first battle with a dragon and absorbing its soul* h-huh?… *sits up and looks down at herself to see a comfy night dress and her purple skin, the shock and excitement having worn off, and reality setting in as she registers the pain in her body from the fight, and the hue to her skin* … *shuffles out of the heavy wool blankets and to the mirror by the wardrobe, eyes resting on herself and… not seeing herself at all, instead who she is now. A face barely reminiscent of her own, the browns of her eyes now aetherium blue and the whites now a deep black. Her body small, short, and thin, and her once wavy brown hair now long, thick and dark, dragging on the floor behind her* I… *jumps as the door creaks open and Irileth enters, the Dunmer dressed in her armour still despite the hour but holding a platter of food hoping to wake her to eat* I-Irileth?

Irileth: You’re awake! *immediately sizes her up* You’re trembling! *sits the tray down quickly and hurries to her side* back to bed now you’re still wounded-

Evalien: e-everyone I know and love thinks I’m dead- I don’t recognise my own face or body- I-i can never contact o-or go home! *tears pouring down her face as reality hits her hard*

Irileth: *understanding her plight on a different level, having fled morrowind when the Morag Tong was disbanded and leaving everything behind* I know… I understand… *jumps a little as Eva hugs her, clearly needing comfort* I-… *pulls her in close and pats her hair* shhh… it’s alright… you’re alright… let’s get you back to bed now, everything will be alright…

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Evalien: *welding a bunch of dwemer metal together before lining the whole thing with aetherium and enchanting it with an extremely mild frost spell* okay then- *closes the door and opens it up as a lightbulb turns on in it* yes! *puts the milk she finished pasteurising into it* nice and cool.

Kaidan: what are you doin love?

Evalien: I made a fridge.

Kaidan: a- what?

Evalien: *sighs* an icebox. To keep stuff cold. Only it’s enchanted so I don’t need ice!

Kaidan: we’re in skyrim, everything’s cold.

Evalien: not cold enough in the house and id like meat that hasn’t been dredged in salt or milk that’s curdled to cheese before I can enjoy it! *opens it up and pulls out the milk to see it frozen solid* Oh for fuck sake.

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Evalien: *steps into breezehome with Lucia hanging off her hip, literally everyone in whiterun all looking at her as either the Dragonborn and a hero or the first known deep elf to rear their head in centuries* I-… I-

Marigold: *gently lifts Lucia up* Why don’t I and Flynt get our little princess settled in, and Lydia and you can help Eva settle in?

Taliesin: *already saw Eva experiencing the start of a panic attack at the marketplace* of course. *takes evaliens hand* lets go look at the bedroom shall we? *nods to Lydia as they walk upstairs with her, evalien visibly struggling to keep it together*

*that evening*

Marigold: *seated by the fire in the living space after tucking Lucia in* Is she alright?

Taliesin: *walks downstairs and sits beside him* she’s asleep finally…

Marigold: I can’t imagine her pain… coming to our realm and finding out she’s the last of her kind. It must be so disorienting…

Taliesin: she says she misses her family. I imagine she must have left them in whatever realm she came from… I told her I missed my sisters and it, it seemed to take her mind off things… it… really freaked me out though.

Marigold: why?

Taliesin: …She knew their names without me even telling her…

Marigold: hm, I’m not surprised. I think it might just be a dwemer thing, she was aware of mine and Flynts existence as well as yours. She seem to be set off by an abandoned campsite across the river from where we found you too. When she literally dropped into Helgen from the sky she actively tried to warn the general into getting the Civilians to safety and his men laughed at her when she said a dragon was coming… Beyond Hadvar they didn’t live to regret their mistake…

Taliesin: so you think she’s got some form of future foresight?

Marigold: anything’s possible. She literally teleported flynt and I across the lake in the blink of an eye. Who knows what the limits of her powers are. *smiles* I’ve learned more in just 3 days with her than I have my whole adult life studying the deep elves and the magic they harnessed from the very earth.

Taliesin: perhaps we shouldn’t treat her like a specimen to be studied…

Marigold: I… *realising he’s thinking just as his father would want him to still* right… You’re right… We need to look after her and help her find her place in this world again… maybe we can make her feel less alone.

Taliesin: I agree. *smiles softly at him before looking at the fire* …How did bathing flynt go?

Marigold: he bit me twice and called me a bitch.

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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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Evalien: *walking with Marigold, Flynt and Taliesin down to riverwood and freezing in place as she hears music* huh- *reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone to see no music playing but recognising the song, the pluck of harp strings, the drone on a cellos cords* can you… hear that?

Taliesin: hear what?

Evalien: music… I hear… *looks over to the guardian stones and moves closer, the music growing louder as she reaches an energy point of nirn* I can hear… Nirn… she sounds like music.

Marigold: *having somewhat of an adept knowledge on Dwemer and how sound is prevalent in their magic* hm, well I do know that energy lines run through all of nirn, the Dwemer were quite particular on where they built for that reason too. I know the college of Winterhold sits on an incredible source of Nirns magic as well. Perhaps you can hear what that energy sounds like?

Evalien: maybe… would you? Like to hear it?

Flynt: *nods affirmatively* mm.

Marigold: I would actually.

Taliesin: fine you’ve peeked my curiosity. Let’s hear it.

Evalien: *pulls out her phone and swipes through her music, pressing play on the ancient stones*

Flynt: *ears shifting and posture relaxing* mm, predy (pretty)

Marigold: I never imagined magic could have a sound beyond the voices of nature itself… it- sounds like how I feel when the trees talk to me.

Taliesin: it is lovely… wait- the trees can talk to you? Like they do wood el-

Marigold: Oh goodness me it’s getting dark let’s keep going shall we! Bye bye singing rocks! *grabs Flynts hand and drags him along*

Flynt: bye rock *waves as he’s dragged along*