#Evalien dragonborn

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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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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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Kaidan: *finally clean and having a drink at the bar after the group settled into the ivarstead inn for the evening*

Evalien: *showered and dressed only in her nightgown, long wavy dark hair flowing behind her as she walks and bright blue eyes and purple skin finally unobscured by her mask and armour* I’m heading to bed now. *places gold on the bar* that should cover a few more drinks…

Kaidan: *staring at her, wide eyed and in visible shock as he tries to comprehend what she could be* I-…

Evalien: you okay?

Kaidan: your purple.

Evalien: *looks down at herself* Oh gods! Why didn’t anyone tell me?! *laughs* I’m a deep elf. We range from purple to sort of- gunmetal in colour- oh gods how do I describe what a gun is?… I try to keep myself covered for… obvious reasons but… since there’s nobody really here and the Innkeeper is a good man already helping a woman hide out for her own safety I feel alright letting my skin breathe for a change. *smiles taking an apple* goodnight. *bites it as she walks off to her room*

Kaidan: …

Taliesin: *walks out to grab a nightcap* what’s the matter my friend?

Kaidan: When I asked her about herself- I think she left out the most important part-

Taliesin: that she’s single?

Kaidan: what?

Taliesin: what?

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Marigold: *hugging Taliesins waist as they ride to ivarstead* I have to say, Shor or- Lorkhan or whatever the nords call him has a great sense of humour. Choosing a deep elf as the Dragonborn.

Evalien: that or the strongest connection to my race, the entirety of them are now bound to what’s left of his heart like the worlds most fucked up soul gem.

Lucien: Is that what happened to them?!

Evalien: I’d assume so, every time I think about the heart I hear them all scream-

*distant pained screaming echoing from across the river*

Evalien: screaming… *dismounts her horse and hurries over, ears pricked up hearing a man roaring in pain from inside a ruined prison* everyone tie off your horses, we’re about to add another member to our group.

*10 minutes later*

Evalien: *unshackling Kaidan* shhh I’m a friend hold still-

Kaidan: *sighs deeply* thank you.

Evalien: *brain short circuiting hearing his voice* …ooh yep that did something for me-

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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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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: *tracking through morthal on foot leading the horses behind her to avoid risking them stepping wrongly and getting hurt* fucking mosquitos, come on hurry up I want out of this swamp!

Sylas: Argh!! *pulls his foot out of the mud* We’re trying!!

Taliesin: *carrying marigold on his back* try harder then!

Marigold: *seemingly asleep*

Sylas: Oh piss off! Why don’t you carry all of us like your precious boyfriend then?! Why do we even keep him around all he does is sl- *shuts up as a ball of lightning flies past his head killing the Chaurus creeping up on him*

Marigold: *eyes still closed, hand raised and fingers smoking with arcane energy* direct your attitude to the mosquitos and keep walking, please and thank you.

Sylas: …okay.

Taliesin: *smiles and shifts him on his back a bit further before continuing walking*

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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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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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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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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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*a follow up from an unexpected big sisters comfort*

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Evalien: *sitting still as Irileth braids her hair after cutting it up to her thighs* wouldn’t it be better if it was shorter? I have to hide my face don’t I? It’ll be easier to keep it under a hood that way right?

Irileth: having long hair brings forth a surprising number of advantages for the path that lies ahead of you, Dragonborn. But, I can cut it shorter if you wish.

Evalien: I… I don’t know…

Irileth: then we’ll just leave it this length until you decide. Besides, you’ll be thanking me when a pack of wolves or a Sabre cat is upon you and you need to divert their scent trail. It can act as a makeshift tourniquet or rope. And should you need to, it’s always an alluring tool to trick men into using their, other, head.

Evalien: oh gods I hope it never comes to that.

Irileth: don’t worry, if you can take down a dragon you’ll have no trouble handling wolves and the rest of skyrims wildlife.

Evalien: I was talking about the men.

Irileth: so was I~

Evalien: Oh-

Irileth: *finishes the braid* there we are, all done. *helps her up and walks her back to the bed, tucking her back beneath the furs and taking the now empty tray of food* the Jarl has organised a house for you and your companions within the city, *looks to the door as Lydia enters* Ah, and this is your new housecarl, Lydia, one of the finest warriors within the hold.

Lydia: *wide eyed staring at Evalien, having heard the whispers of her being a Dwemer but not believing it until now* it’s an honour to serve you, Dragonborn, I am your sword and your shield.

Evalien: about- that… can… can you- teach me to fight? I’ve scraped by by sheer luck at this point…

Irileth: why bother with a blade or bludgeon when you can do what you did to that dragon? You crushed it into itself just by… screaming at it.

Evalien: I know but- I don’t know how to control that magic and this Thuum thing is still new to me and if I run out of magic I can’t just replenish it like other elves can… once I’m out of juice I’m out until I have a few days to rest or drink a bunch of potions and frankly they all taste just- god awful.

Irileth: well-

Lydia: *looks at Evalien and sees the way she’s looking at irileth* I think it’s a great idea. She can use a practiced opponent to face and I can get an idea of how I can aid her in combat before any actual danger rears its head.

Irileth: *sighs* I suppose you’re right.

*the next day*

Taliesin: to think those shackles once contained a dragon…

Marigold: they must’ve been enchanted… for the love of the gods I hope they were at least or that dragon mustn’t have been able to breath fire. This entire palace is made out of wood.

Flynt: *munching on his 5th meal of the morning* mm?

Marigold: oh we’re up here because our new brave and fearless leader insisted on wasting her time swinging weapons around like a barbarian.

Taliesin: *a little too overprotective of Eva having been reminded of his sisters by her* She’s just making sure she can protect herself- *watches her picking out a weapon* maybe something- smaller?

Evalien: *hand covering over the warhammer* … *takes it and blinks at how surprisingly lite it feels in her grasp* huh?…

Irileth: a warhammer? For such a small frame I thought you’d pick a sword at least. Alright then, swing at the dummy and let me see what you’re made of.

Marigold: this should be interesting~

Evalien: *rears back the hammer and swings, snapping the heavy wooden pole of the training dummy and sending it flying over the balcony and out of the city walls themselves* OOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD IM SO SORRY-

Lydia: okay, it seems the best way I can help is by reaching the targets first and or pleading with them to save themselves.

Taliesin: *whispers to marigold* still want to hold onto that attitude about what she’s capable of?

Marigold: nope-

Flynt: *now on his 7th helping, blind, completely clueless* huh??

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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: *walking into under stone keep with Henwen beside her, him here for the guild, her here for artefacts, and both of them for answers* we notify the Jarl were here and find calcelmo, we just have to keep him and his nephew occupied while Marie-

“Excuse me.”

Evalien: *halts and looks up to see they’d stepped into the path of, to her at least, a very uncomfortably familiar face* I-

Henwen: *pipes up before she can react, putting on his ditsy prince charm and hugging her arm excitedly* Alma! It’s a high elf! Like our friends!

Evalien: *opens her automated dragon priest mask revealing her purple skin and aetherium blue eyes* yes, yes Wendy it is. *pats his arm like a doting mother before looking up at Ondolemar* forgive us for any disruption. My name is Evalien, I’m a Dwemer and this here is my youngest, Henwen. He’s one of the snow elves in my care… *sighs* I do apologise I’m afraid I’ve never felt more out of place in my own domain, it’s been so long since I’ve set foot in this settlement and that awful wizard he- wait. You’re with the dominion yes?? Can you help us? Please it’s urgent!

Henwen: *catching onto her tone* but Alma, th-the wizard will be so mad, he’ll make you cry again…

Ondolemar: *still struggling to wrap his head around the fact two thought to be extinct elves are standing in front of him but immediately bristling at the thought of them potentially being harmed* Wizard?… what’s happened? *nods to his men to stand alert as witness*

Evalien: he- I- *hides her face back behind her mask and acts as if she’s fighting back tears* there’s important artefacts in his study and the museum I need, That henwens people need. If I can just examine them I’ll be able to try and find out what my ancestors did to his kind so I can cure them and reverse what’s been done but- but-

Henwen: *hugs her close and puts on the waterworks with his big blue eyes* Alma, it’s okay… *looks at Ondolemar shyly* th-the wizard Calcemo is so cruel, he treated us like animals and poked Alma with something so sharp she cried and pleaded for him to stop. He promised to give her the keys and lied…

Ondolemar: *utterly charmed by him and yet visibly looking disgusted by ‘how they were treated’* I assure you we will get you everything you need madam.

Evalien: th-thank y- *hitches her breath and hugs onto Henwen tighter pretending to cry* this wh-whole trip has been a disaster- Marie?!

Marigold: *extremely efficient, was in the process of escaping upon seeing the two of them seemingly in distress by ondolemars presence and willing to give up his freedom for them* Eva! Wendy! O-Ondolemar???

Ondolemar: *expression turning to shock, then relief as he steps forward and pulls him into a hug* oh thank the gods! You’re alive! You’re alive and safe!

Evalien: well that worked out better than I expected-

“Whats going on here?! You fools are in my way I must speak to the jarl!”

Everyone: *turns to see Calcelmo standing there*

Evalien: *lets out a distressed cry and shields Henwen with her body* p-please not my son!!

Ondolemar: *gently lets go of marigold and draws his mace* YOUR HEAD IS MINE WIZARD!!

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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.