#Mannimarco-coded

[lichdad]

Lichy has a new toy.

This beautiful Trevor Foster piece is a limited edition run. This one is 75/300.

[caliblorn]

Lichdad...as long as you’re not eating alphabetti with a straw, in a bathtub, out of that skull you cleaned...I think you’re good. 

I’m eating alphageties or however it’s spelt

[gortrash]

Been working on a basic height chart for all my TES characters, so here are my dysfunctional babies (and here’s to hoping tumblr doesn’t kill the image quality, but if it does, just click on it to see it better.)

From left to right, we have Ilyavanthra, Evelynn, Morganne, Delilah, Taka-Xil and Jacken.

More info on these guys under the cut!

Ilyavanthra Atyreni is my resident villain, a Thalmor superior who thinks she’s god and refuses to acknowledge the Divines out of spite��� which won’t go down well with the rest of the Thalmor, but that’s fine, she’s got big plans for them along with the rest of the world. The pivotal point for her was when she went missing, lost her legs under mysterious circumstances, came back wrong, refused to elaborate. After that she began frantically planning some kind of ultimate design and built new legs as proof of her efficiency. She’s positively obsessed with the Dwemer, their ideologies and methods and studied them for a large part of her life. At some point she was married to Evelynn, but their relationship is… difficult. All in all, giant scary lesbian Altmer with religious trauma and one hell of a god complex about to make it everyone else’s problem.

Evelynn is my favourite child, she’s my Bosmer Vestige and has lived for a very long time after the events of ESO, in which she has spent the years going from outright saving the day to falling into the background and preferring to work on the preservation of Tamriel from behind the scenes, as she knows no other purpose. Super complicated bisexual disaster love life, let me tell you about it, sheesh. She’s been around to help put down Mannimarco whenever he pops up, but has been running from Molag Bal and the looming feeling of impending doom he carries— little does she know she’s in a rat trap. Because of her extended life, her mind has far outgrown her body and by the time the fourth era rolls around, she’s less than all there, susceptible to any forced that would wish to control her (she’s also the character I put through the Vicn Trilogy, because putting her back in Coldharbour sounded like the worlds sickest joke.) I love female characters who have been put through extreme tribulations and come out of it little bit off the rails RAHHH!!

Morganne is my Imperial Dragonborn who remembers absolutely nothing prior to the carriage ride except her name. She fulfils her destiny in not only slaying Alduin but also taking up the role of Konahrik, which only strengthens her power as Dovahkiin. But what does it mean about you if you managed to destroy the destroyer of worlds? Does that not make you just as, if not more, dangerous? Perhaps. She’s still young and pretty naive but by god, is she as stubborn as a dragon should be, and keeps doing impulsive dumb shit she gets in trouble with everyone for. She refuses to kill Paarthurnax, who she ends up considering her father figure, refuses to kill any more dragons considering it ‘kinslaying’, as well as arguing that she believes Odahviing and Durnehviir to be her most loyal brothers, and instead of killing him at the summit of Apocrypha, releases Miraak and keeps him on a leash. They hate each other’s guts (code for they are deeply in love and cannot resist one another but both won’t make the first move out of pride)

That tiny lass is Delilah, a Breton with big dreams of being a sorceress but unfortunately also sucks at magic. See that staff she’s holding? She doesn’t know how to use it aside from thwacking people. She does however have a mass aptitude for Restoration locked away, she just has to figure out how to harness it, because without control, her emotions dictate her powers in miraculous ways, even resulting in resurrecting the dead. See that big fella beside her? He’s proof of that. Also, don’t let her baby face fool you. She’ll bite your ankles and she has a thing for monster boys.

The big fella in question is named Taka-Xil, and oh boy, does he run on pure spite. He’s not had a very good start to life, despite being born under the Hist, he seemingly had no connection to it whatsoever and couldn’t properly read the social cues of his kin or fully understand them. For that reason, he was deemed soulless, and no matter how much sap he consumed he couldn’t connect to the Hist— the amount he drank only made his scales much tougher, his tongue golden and his height drastically taller than by Argonian standards. So he runs off to join the Dark Brotherhood and developed a great deal of reverence for Sithis. He becomes Listener and lets out all that steam on contracts, until he meets Delilah, who teaches him that being soft is just as important as being strong. She’s the only one he sees any light in and he adores her. Big gruff guy soft for sunshine girl plus dramatic height difference trope here.

Lastly, we have my most experimental OC, the wonderfully unhinged Jacken Archanymia, the very last Cyrodiilic bird person. He’s been alive all these years due to a curse bestowed upon him by Peryite, and has since dedicated his life to creating the cure to everything. Yes, everything. Beginning with his own terrible affliction. He’s a brilliant alchemist and doctor, and regardless of how spooky his attire is and how… rotten he is beneath it, he’s very charming and animated, and does his very best to act gentlemanly. Just don’t get too close or you might get sick. That mask is more for your protection than his.

[elenwen-and-ondolemar]

Drakon Indarys, Dunmer Stormcloak (NewWillinium): ... Alright sera I think I may actually have a couple questions for you two. If I may?

What is the Official and Unofficial view of the Thalmor of Alinor regarding their more cultured cousins, The Dunmer and Orsimer?

I must admit that despite the Thalmor I have seen and talked to across Skyrim nods head to Ondolemar I have been shocked to see them all unattended by their servants. What has happened to the Imga of the Summerset Isles?

Is there anything that you two appreciate about Skyrim and its peoples?

Finally ... Alright this is just a personal curiosity I must admit. Why do the Thalmor focus on outlawing the worship of Talos and not the cults of the rest of the Emperors? Why do you not pursue the worshippers of the once mortal Arkay and Mannimarco with the same fervor as you do Talos?

Those are my questions. May Lady Azura watch over you two.

Ondolemar: More cultured . . .

Elenwen: If I may, Commander. Master Drakon, as a Dunmer, you know, of course, that your people are originally of the same blood as ours, despite the many misfortunes you have since encountered, and have steadfastly defended the purity of that blood. How those misfortunes have shaped your destiny remains to be seen, but theoretically there is no reason for enmity between kin.

Practically, our shared history has been . . . unfortunate. The Thalmor hold forth a hand in friendship to all who desire the greater good for Tamriel, but first you must take it. To us it seems that selflessness, gratitude and reverence for the gods and ancestors have, unfortunately, been in short supply in Morrowind in the past.

Ondolemar: Where after all did Tiber Septim get the Numidium in the first place, sir?

Elenwen: Ancient history, Commander, and best forgotten.

As for the so-called Orsimer (though a number of them have indicated to me that they prefer to be called Orcs) their ultimate origin is probably best left to the scholars to entangle. The Thalmor has no opinion on them as a people, preferring to judge them by their deeds, good or bad.

Ondolemar: The traditional customs and religion of the Orcs are utterly abhorrent to us. They make a mockery of the gods, marriage, and family. But orcs in person often behave better than their crass theology suggests. You will remember, sir, that there are many orcs in Markarth, veterans of the Legion, and they are certainly among its best citizens. Which may not be saying much in the case of Markarth, but I see no reflection of their twisted "code" in their actions.

Elenwen: I believe you have been misinformed as to the Imga. The Imga are of Valenwood, not of Summerset, and we have never employed them as servants. In the past , they have indeed meritoriously adopted Altmer culture as best as they could.

The current state of the Imga is mysterious. Their numbers have dwindled precariously since the First Era, but I believe they do live in some scattered communities deep in the Valenwood forests. This would be a good question for our colleagues in Valenwood's administration. I will pass along your question by letter, but paperwork being what it is, it will take a long time to get an answer.

Ondolemar: I'm sure you know that it was an Imga who founded the Alessian Order. Marukh and his followers rose to great power in the First Empire, and yet the Empire today can hardly tolerate beastfolk. There's a lesson in there if you're inclined to look for it.

Elenwen: Indeed. As for Skyrim, I have made many valuable acquaintances among its people. The best of Skyrim routinely mingle at these events, and the conversation is as sparkling as the wine.

Ondolemar: lowering his voice There is . . . a certain quality of sincerity among the Nords that I do not dislike. Not among its nobility or grubbing merchants, but among the ordinary people. It can be quite refreshing to know exactly where one stands with a person, even if the person is a misguided heretic. It also makes the job of the Justiciars much easier, when people do not hide who they are.

Elenwen: Your last is an excellent question. The worship of Talos is not of course the only deviation that the Empire has indulged in the past. Our ranking Justiciar here can give you some theological education on the matter, but first let me say that the Dominion does not tolerate the worship of that necromancer within its own lands.

Ondolemar: A lesson in theology, then?

These examples that you bring up are not cut from the same cloth. Mannimarco's evil nature was understood in our homeland while men indulged his wicked desires. Those perverse criminals who honour him as a god would be executed if they showed their faces in the Dominion's lands. The greater part of Tamriel, however, shares our sentiment even if their laws do not entirely ban necromancy. No government promotes his worship, and salutary organizations such as the Vigil of Stendarr work among you with the de facto blessings of Skyrim's governors.

As for Arkay, He is one of the Eight as understood by the people of Cyrodiil. The mythology that they sometimes ascribe to him: a mere human shopkeeper who late in time ascended to godhood, is absurd, but he is no doubt a reflection of a true Divine. Within our own lands, we mandate the proper worship of the Eight, but it has always been our missionaries' practice to emphasize our commonalities and to encourage what is good and true within these human cults. At times, the ridiculous perversions we encounter may leave us hopeless about human capabilities for true worship, but it would be a step in the wrong direction to lead people away from the worship of the Eight.

Incidentally, Arkay's origin is not nearly so offensive theologically as you may imagine. It seems to many of our theologians to be a poorly-understood reflection of Aldmeri doctrine of our ancestors' ascension. The Aedra were brought down to Nirn by the Betrayer and it was Our Father Auri-El who showed us how we might ascend again. It is perhaps unsurprising that that the barbaric human tribes of the early era misunderstood this re-ascension as a man being granted divine status.

As for the cults of other Emperors, the Nibenay was historically known as the land of ten thousand cults. The worship of gods such as Reman and the so-called Emperor Zero flourished for a time among the Nibenese, but never reached the stature of the Talos Cult. Today, they are obscure curiosities tucked away in corners of Cyrodiil, and upheld by a few old priests who cling to barely understood traditions.

Yet even at the height of their popularity, the other Emperor cults never claimed their new gods to be the equal of the Eight, let alone their Chief, as did the most blasphemous members of the Talos Cult. The Talos Cult was a new and terrible innovation, which in effect, undermined the worship of the Eight.

The history of one other Imperial cult does, however, give some hope for men to purge themselves of these heresies. The founder of the First Empire is known to you as Blessed Saint Alessia, who prayed to Akatosh and received his help. There was a time when some people within Cyrodiil revered Alessia as a goddess, and yet now you recognize her great achievements with a title that properly acknowledges the true relationship of mortals to the Aedra. In time -

Elenwen: hurriedly No one is claiming Tiber Septim to be a saint. He was a great man, who deserves honour. That is quite enough.

[whitegoldtower]

New Skyrim Oc:

Big tiefling coded man, dubbed “Son of Coldharbour”, “Angel of Vengeance”, “The Bloody Guardian”

He’s a spawn of Molag Bal, cast out of Coldharbour for aiding the souls trapped there, including Mannimarco. Incites the wrath of Molag, who throws him out of Oblivion and spits him out into Mundus to shame him. He helps vulnerable people, but also has an insatiable bloodlust, which results in him being revered as a monster.

Vampires trapped by oppressive lords and sires are his followers, invoking his name when in danger. He also seeks to cure the vampires or at the very least liberate them and thus weaken and undermine Molag’s grip on the world, because at the end of the day, ol’ Molag is no.1 on his shit list.

He seeks to dominate the prince of domination. Being a spawn of Molag, he has all of Molag’s powers, just needs to hone them and train them.

He is fuelled by wrath and fury, and what seems like hatred is merely jilted love. In a strange way, he loves his creator. Loves him enough to pulverise him.

He’s fuelled by every single one of the deadly sins, but uses them for ‘good’. He operates in a v similar way to the “dark urge” from BG3 in that if he doesn’t catch himself when he has less than savoury thoughts, he WILL act upon them and commit war crimes due to being Molag’s spawn.

As far as his personality goes, he’s VERY intense. He doesn’t even look peaceful when he’s asleep, always tossing and turning, grinding his teeth. He’s consistently angry, but tries his damn hardest to be kind to people. He will jump to your defence, is the sort of person to stand in front of a loaded crossbow and say “shoot, if you’ve got the guts”. His libido is always through the roof, though he mainly tempers it himself or rolls around in the Riften brothels every so often (the girlies and gays know him on a first name basis - he supports sex workers and always pays more than he’s asked). He’s indulgent, likes the finer things in life, enjoys compliments. Despite his greed, he’s charitable. And if you’re good to him, he’s very good to you. He’s vain, but also encourages vanity in those he thinks deserve to be a little more vain (i.e, women who have been treated like shit all their lives, farmhands, outcasts, people who have been told that they are ‘ugly’, and underdogs).

For his love of people and things that aren’t considered typically “beautiful”, Namira is a rather big fan. Namira wants a piece of him.

He also likes to see how quickly people will label others as ‘monsters’ and that plays a big role in who gains his favour. Such as the cannibal who only ate because he was starving. The forsworn who butchered his tribe because of the horrors they put him through. The necromancer who desecrated holy grounds because he just wanted to revive his lover. The vampire who slaughtered an entire village because they stood idly by and did nothing as his lover was burnt at the stake, y’know.

And this idea was all conjured up by listening to the slowed reverbed version of Bloody Mary LMAO DONT @ ME

[thalwhore]

I'm rewatching the Hobbit films for the first time since I was like 12 and like,,,,why is Thranduil so Mannimarco coded,,,,

[honored-worm-king]

If you had to fight in hand-to-hand combat and without magic against the nord, would you be able to defeat him?

All Nords are not necessarily created equal when it comes to unarmed combat. Without specifying who precisely is this Nord you would have me facing, a truly objective answer is impossible.

The only consistent factor that could be relied upon is the likelihood of my cheating in such a scenario if I felt the tide turning against me, by drawing a concealed blade or some such method. So, in a way: yes. But marvelously unfairly.

[littlegalerion]

In my 3rd month of the PTSD trauma turned into an anxiety disorder healing/coping process:

-husband agreed our house needs to be the spookiest house in existence, possibly year around, and we have started spending considerable money in decorating our space

-husband supports my desire to buy nothing but black dresses for every day of the week

-printed out a picture of Trechire, wasting ink, but I wanted it and now its up on our fridge

-have made a color coded schedule planner for my niece baby sitting days, my dog training routines, weekly dinner planning, and desired stream layout

-framed my divayth sticker like a portrait of a family member- sil is also there for emotional support

-my service dog is finally in public access mode and for the first time today I got to browse through a store at my own pace - haven't been able to do that in five or six years

-playing through Mass Effect finally- heyo, want a tragic old villain man? Saren is lovely. Want a tragic old man who you can't save? Yeah, I'm romancing Thane.

- realized I just finally had to completely let go of some fandoms- I'm not sticking around for another wave of refreshed Almalexia warfare or the Mannimarco/Thrall Vanus ship art, life is too short

- realized I had a previous fandom ruined for me by just the worst drama and a comfort character now turned into a trauma character due to it- I won't let Vanus, Sil, or Abnur turn into that

-probably going to return to Skyrim Anniversary Edition soon, as I never saw the new content and we ALL circle back to Skyrim eventually

[morihaus]

Betrayal

Waves splash against the rocky shores of Betony as a small ship rows into port. The docks of Whitefort town are quiet in the dying light of the evening, busied only by sailors and dockworkers as they fix ships to the moorings and ferry cargo about, hurrying to get their work over with so they might retire for the night. There are few people, and of them, the lone passenger of the sailboat blends into the crowd, steel boots stepping onto the dock, cowl held close around her head.

She keeps her head down, not attracting any attention as she takes a circuitous path around the shipyard, pausing only to spare a glance over her shoulder every now and then. It's not her first time here, and she knows where she is going- the grand Imperial ship affixed to the far dock lies foreboding in the corner of her vision- but even miles from the mainland of High Rock or Hammerfell, she feels eyes all over her, grasping hands reaching out for her. She's walking into a pair of them right now.

It's with this note of fatalism that she climbs aboard the Imperial galley, its captain waits for her at a table on the deck, seated warmly in her fine Skyrim furs. Lady Brisienna Magnessen smiles cordially, cheeks rosy, but not bothered by the winter chill as her visitor is, letting her fair hair curl down her shoulders without hat or hood.

"Agent Delarda," She greets her with a refined tone, coarse Nordic tongue dipped in honey, smoothed and shaped to suit the needs of an inter-provincial operative. "Please, take a seat. Let's conclude this as quickly as possible."

Against her better judgement, the agent sits down. Her amber eyes, sitting in dark circles, peer out at the Nord from under her hood. "They know." She says flatly, her voice quiet and weak for the first words she's spoken in days. "Gothryd, Eadwyre, Athoriki, Gortwog-" She slings her pack down one shoulder and reaches inside, producing several written correspondences. She sets them on the table in front of her, unsealed, slightly crumpled. She looks down at them now, rather than Brisienna. "Even Mannimarco, and the Underking. They know, and they want it. They're making offers now. I'm not sure how long they'll wait for me to make up my mind."

Brisienna takes a letter into her deft hands, unfurling it and scanning it over.

Arduirel- code name Delarda- lets her hands lie limp on the table, numb with cold and nerves.

After a minute or so, the Lady speaks up. "They're making quite the hefty offers for it."

"You believe them?" Arduirel says.

Brisienna looks half-insulted. "No," She shakes her head. "I wouldn't be surprised if any or all of them were lying. All that gold, those artifacts, nothing but bait."

"Should I assume the Emperor was lying as well?" She says curtly, still not meeting her eye.

Brisienna purses her lips some, but reaches over into her own pack, producing a small jewelry box. She places it on the table, turning it to her fellow agent. "The Warlock's Ring, as promised. Feel free to check. I wouldn't lie to you."

Arduirel's ears burn under her hood at that. Still, she reaches forward, unlatching the tiny chest and taking a peek at the ring inside. Gold-banded, covered in ancient runes, inlaid with a dazzling red gemstone. She closes it, satisfied with its authenticity, more or less. She looks back up at Lady Magnessen, who peers expectantly at the elf.

"The Emperor has been planning this reward for some time, Delarda. Your efforts, both here and in years previous, are greatly appreciated." For a moment Arduirel looks and only sees a mouthpiece, a puppet; she wonders whether Uriel said any such thing, whether these words were really his, or mere lip service from the Nord woman. She's sick to her stomach either way, not helped by the gentle rocking of the boat in the harbor.

"...I'm curious. What would the other rulers have done with... the Totem." She asks, quite aware of the fact she's expected to be taking it out by now. She doesn't want to touch it, to let it be seen by anyone. Her whole body feels wired, jittery, as though the other agent were about to make a desperate lunge for her pack.

It doesn't come to pass, though, Lady Magnessen remains seated, glancing down once again at the letters on the table. "Nothing good." She shuffles them around, laying one on top of the other, leafing through the names on the pages and thinking on what she knows of the Illiac's politics. "No doubt Daggerfall, Wayrest, and Sentinel would use the Numidium in their petty war games. Perhaps they would even realize the extent of its capabilities- they could undermine the whole of the Empire with this power." Arduirel feels a chill as she speaks. She wonders what Brisienna knows about Numidium. How much does the Emperor know about Numidium? The Nord frowns as she continues to speculate. "Orsinium would no doubt crush its age-old enemies, claim all of Wrothgar for the Orcs, maybe beyond. I cannot begin to wonder at what nefarious end the King of Worms has in mind... he claims he wants godhood?"

Arduirel gives a shallow nod.

Brisienna shakes her head. "By the Nine, what a travesty that would be..."

"Could that even work?"

"If what we are led to believe about big Numidium is true, it very well could. It could be as easy as it plucking him from this world and placing him high up in the heavens." There's an attempted humor to what she says, but Arduirel can only fight to keep up a veneer of composure.

"Is that what Tiber Septim did?" She blurts out.

Brisienna gives her a judgemental stare. "Is that... what? What are you talking about, Delarda?"

Arduirel clenches her fist, grinding her teeth together for a moment. "I just mean-" She looks out into the horizon, the now black sky meeting the edge of the water. "He became a Divine. He also used the Numidium. Is that related? Is Mannimarco trying to do what he did?"

Without looking, she feels the icy stare of her superior. She lets out a sigh. "Tiber Septim didn't become Talos through some... automaton. He was always Talos-" She trails off, shaking her head. "We can discuss theology when you're back in Cyrodiil, Delarda. You have the Totem, don't you?"

"Yes." She quickly replies.

"Where is it?"

Arduirel looks back at her. Brisienna's face is creased with irritation- she knows a diversion tactic when she sees it, she's starting to wise up to what's going on here.

"What is the Emperor going to do with it?" Arduirel asks.

Brisienna pauses. Arduirel stares and picks her apart with her eyes, trying to figure out what she knows. "That's none of your concern, agent." She replies with a blunt, forceful tone. "Just know that he's the only one who can be trusted with it. These petty kings will rip each other- and the Empire- apart in their bickering, and those undead sorcerers will only do the same. This thing belongs in the hands of an Emperor, a Septim, not some pack of quarreling insubordinates."

Her words hang in the air, burning against Arduirel's ears like the cold night air. Her hands begin to shiver. "The last Septim who got his hands on it..." She furrows her brow, glaring from under her hood at the Nord. "The Underking, he's Zurin Arctus, Tiber Septim's battlemage. He claims to have made the thing- that the Mantella is his heart, and that Septim used the thing to conquer all of Tamriel, to destroy all his opponents, to replace all royals with those who would swear loyalty to him." Brisienna tries to get a word in, but Arduirel plows on ahead. "And when he disagreed with this use of the Numidium, Septim fought with him, and both he and his creation were destroyed." She produces another letter from her person, one she hadn't intended on sharing. "This says that the Blades have been gathering parts of the Numidium for centuries- what is the meaning of this??? To what end does it serve???"

Brisienna leans in with a dour expression. "You take the word of a rotting, undead wizard over mine? Over the word of the Emperor?"

Arduirel stands up with a start, frost crackles in her palm as she glares down at the Nord, who reaches for her blade. "What is he planning!? Why reassemble it?! Why use it now??"

"Delarda, stand down!" Brisienna barks out the order with her sword leveled in the elf's direction. "Think for a second! If you don't relinquish the Totem, you'll be branded as a traitor to the Empire of Tamriel- you'll have one more agency hunting you down, is that what you want!?"

"I am NOT giving you the Totem! I won't let this happen again!" Before Brisienna can even question her, Arduirel shoots an ice spike into her chest. She staggers back as it pierces a rib, she wheels back her sword-arm before another spike finds its way into the hinge of her elbow, icing the joint over and sinking deep into her tissue. She cries out in pain before Arduirel charges into her, bashing her off the side of the ship with a forceful elbow to her collar.

The Nord falls into the icy water, right arm stiff and inflexible, lungs pierced by a spike through her ribs. She cries out at Arduirel- "YOU CANNOT DO THIS!" But a torrent of frost is already firing down at her, freezing the water she's fighting against, encasing her in a thick sheet of ice. Her body temperature drops rapidly, she trembles and struggles as her muscles grow stiff and weak.

The small block of ice containing her body floats out into sea. The Agent absconds with the Warlock's Ring and the Totem, forcing her way through the confused crowd and boarding someone else's ship, pushing it out to sea with the force of her magic, arrows from the guards loosing in her wake as they piece together that she had something to do with this.

It doesn't matter. The Emperor will not get the Totem. As soon as she's out of sight from the isle, she makes course for the east, for Hammerfell, as a traitor to the Empire. Her true colors are finally revealed. It's exhilarating. It's sickening. It's the only way to avoid another Summurset.

[the-tharns-speak]

List 5 companions from the least annoying to the most and tell what makes you think so

The Vestige.Yes, sometimes thicker than the back-skin of a wamasu, yes too focused on unimportant details in the least convenient of times, but also the Vestige solved problems when put in front of them, did not cause them (much), and I got to be treated like a living being for once.

Varen Aquilarios, because he usually saw the point I was trying to make, and understood that “necessary” is not always “nice” or even “what we would like to do.” I might not be fond of Varen, but as a person he was not a pain in the side.

Mannimarco. At the time of the Companions he was sometimes an ass on purpose, and had absolutely no respect towards my personal space, but he was actually most of the time a pleasing company. Until he wasn’t, but that counts less towards the “annoying” and more towards “threatening, trying to kill me, and overall evil.” And he cooked at the time, which gives him some bonus points in this list, and in this list only.

Lyris Titanborn, as she usually kept to herself unless she wanted to start an argument. And also it was not worth trying to changer her mind about anything, as she would not listen to reason. Varen more often than not overruled her, so I didn’t have to bother with that.

Cadwell. I count Cadwell, because, well, he was pretty convinced he belonged in the “Reforged Five Companions,” and from experience I have learned that Cadwell is usually right about things. And while that man is an asset to any team he is on, he is a migraine waiting to happen. Two minutes of silence, please, just two minutes to let me at least hear my own thought. Not to mention Honor who considers me or my things a nesting place. It is cute only in theory.

Sai Sahan. As long as he is quiet and you do not try to interact with him, it is actually fine. But his tendency to spit out absolutely random nonsense which barely connect to the topic at hand is infuriating. His adhering to an unexplained moral code is strange at best and complicating everything at worst (and also that is usually what it does). I remember that the very first evening of the journey to find the Amulet of Kings I’ve spent two hours explaining in detail our next steps... only to find out he was not listening to me whatsoever when I asked him for some input.

I can rank on this scale wherever I feel in the moment.

[sigil-stone]

a letter from venes sovath

(day 20! sorry my uploading has been kinda. spotty! anyways, have a letter that doubles as a lore theory. teriella, the letter’s recipient, belongs to @skyrimlesbian!)

Teriella, my dearest friend and confidant,

I regret not being able to write you more often. My ‘studies’ here at the College have kept me very occupied - though in truth, it seems my studies see me sent abroad all of Skyrim as opposed to being locked away in my room, scribbling down research. I do find that I prefer this. You of all people know that I cannot stand being cooped up. Just the same, I do wish I could take a moment to myself more often.

Things have gotten very, very interesting here. What I tell you here cannot be seen or heard by anyone else. If you are reading this in public, I implore you to move to a more secluded, isolated spot to continue.

Earlier this year, I wrote to you about the College’s expedition into Saarthal. I mentioned that we found something very interesting, hidden deep in the depths of the damnedable city. That place still gives me nightmares, you know. I can always imagine looking upwards to the ceiling, seeing rows and rows of coffins, barely visible in the candlelight. I can hear the steady thrumming of something ancient in its bowels. 

The point is, I didn’t tell you about what exactly I found.

An orb, of some kind. It levitated gently over an arcane sigil, practically radiating magicka and emitting a soft, etheral blue glow. Some form of runic writing glows from it, curving gently among plates that may either be an intricate decoration or plates among which the orb can separate. Smaller, blue lines decorate the surface of the orb, pulsing with magical energy, not unlike a heartbeat.

The College has taken to calling it the Eye of Magnus. Extraordinary in its beauty, mesmerising in its motions. I’d ask that you read Night of Tears by Dranor Seleth to understand the implications of this object being buried within Saarthal of all places. This could very well be the catalyst, the reason for Tamriel existing as we know it. Without the Eye, the Falmer of Skyrim would have not attacked the newly arrived Atmorans, who would not have retaliated, leading to the near extinction of their kind. The Atmorans would have never had enough land and resources to combat the Dragons, and would have never assisted the Alessian rebellion, and Man would not have such a stronghold as they do today.

This single object I gaze at now. This catalyst. This mysterious agent of terrifying power. It’s remarkable. You know how old I am. There are very few things that predate me. I remember the Camoran dynasty first coming to power and the stories my parents told me, of how they gave up everything to follow the prophet Velothi; I remember my skin turning from golden to grey and the disappearance of the Dwemer; I remember hearing of the Three Banners War and Mannimarco’s rule; Hjalti Early-Beard’s tyranny; I remember all-too-clearly the fall of the Living Gods and the gates to Oblivion opening. To come into contact with something as old as I; no - something older than I - It’s… For lack of a better term, it’s absolutely remarkable. This, this is why I love this province. We know that the Eye dates at least back to the Metheric Era; it was quite possibly made early on, perhaps even in the Dawn Era. The Eye may be as old as Mundus itself.

I fear I’ve gotten side-tracked. I’ve witnessed history a thousand times over - this is the first time I’ve gotten to make history! 

About the Eye -  I have two theories regarding what it is, what purpose it was intended to serve, and why it was hidden for ages. Both will seem outlandish and absurd. I ask that you bear with me.

The first is that the Eye is what was supposed to be Nirn’s sun before Magnus fled. Magnus was the architect of Mundus; before fleeing, he must have had some source of light he planned to use. To that extent, I believe that the Eye as we see it now isn’t the sun itself, but instead, housing it. If opened, presumably using the Staff of Magnus (which is an artifact worthy of its own letter), we could release this ‘sun’ to… unknown ends. 

The second theory is a bit more… well, frankly, terrifying in its implications. Ancano - a Thalmor associate here at the College - seems to believe that the Eye is a schematic. Nirn’s schematic. I admit, when I first read that in his journals (you know I’m nosy, and he thought the best script to code it in was Daedric, in a college run by a Dunmer and attended by several Dunmer and Daedric scholars), I was skeptical. But the more I think of it, the more it makes sense. Many mer - particularly Altmer - consider themselves direct descendents from the Divines. When Lorkhan’s ‘betrayal’ came into light, and Magnus fled, and the spirits became mortal… What I’m trying to get at is that I believe that the Thalmor seek revenge for Lorkhan’s betrayal and restoration to the godhood of their - our, technically - ancestors. I believe that that Ancano intends to achieve this goal by… reverse engineering Nirn, using the Eye to guide him, so to speak. Annuvana’si reborn. If you were to ask me two centuries ago if I approved of this…

It matters not whether I approve now or if I ever would have. I will have to keep a close ‘Eye’ on the situation here as things unfold. I hope to speak with you again soon.

May all your days be blessed by the Three, 

Venes Sovath

(P.S. After all these years outside of the City, I never would have thought to see a Psijic monk again! I’ll have to explain more the next we meet face-to-face, but B’Vehk, my friend, it was incredible seeing a familiar face so far from home!)

[critidiots]

Cirtidiots NPC Series- Quirikett- the Kabutian Paladin/Rogue!

Quirikett was born to a Kabutian settlement far to the north of Stockton, the City of Justice to a pair of kind hearted parents. His mother was a paladin of the Earth Mother and his father a kindly merchant who would barter with the halfling city above. When Quirikett was but three his parents died when their city was assailed by a rampaging herd of Bullette being driven out of their homes by a darker more intelligent power. 

This left  Quirikett orphaned. The Church of the Earth mother took him in and raised him and by the age of ten, nearing adulthood  Quirikett was a fairly accomplished Paladin, capable of summoning the faith around him and battling other initiates of the order. Perhaps a little overconfident a foolhardy,  Quirikett decided to strike out into the world to see and spread the boons that the Earth Mother had gifted him, but he was sorely disappointed. He found wide ranging poverty, a gap between classes that his people had never dealt with, a lack of community, violence, abuse, and worse abound, even in the City of Law it was just harder to see, or easier to ignore. 

He lived on his own for a number of years his faith in the Earth Mother wavering as his ability to survive the Urban lifestyle of a poor acolyte pushed the boundaries of his moral code to their limits. Eventually, he was found by a human woman just beginning to approach her thirtieth year. Claire Odell  

Claire was a kind woman who had opened an orphanage for those on the street with no homes, no parents, a place for the children in the wild to be protected.  Quirikett found himself a home under her house and a renewed spark of his faith at the community he found while living with her. And he swore to protect that vestige of hope. He swore to protect those that he could. 

This led to  Quirikett ‘s introduction to the Haven Guard. Travellers covered in powerful magic items who were being a little too carefree with their things provided Quirikett the opportunity to pursue justice. He stole a quiver full of magical arrows from the Fletchling Summoner Griff and took off to get a vantage on the main market square of the city. When he saw the man, a middle aged drunk who Quirikett had known to sexually abuse some of the orphans on the streets he pulled back the magic arrow and shot true, the man exploding in the street. 

While the Haven Guard went north on a job for the Duke of Stockton the search party in the city redoubled their efforts to find the thief. Quirikett had been as careful as he could but a witness he hadn’t accounted for had reported him to the law bringers and in his attempt to escape he was shot dead by the guards just as the Shattering occurred. The break between gods and the material plane shattering the the planet of Tariur into many landmasses and swirling seas. Amidst the chaos his  body became just another taken in to be identified later.

 While his spirit rested and took in it’s new surroundings in the after life, a beautiful village at twilight, Quirikett was joined by Griff the summoner who had been slain in the night by assassins, and feeling himself compelled to assist the man he had robbed the pair set off on a journey through the Planes to attempt to return to the material world and their bodies. 

Eventually the paid came face to face with Death, Mannimarco the god of Limbo and the keeper of souls, striking a bargain with him he allowed their souls to be resurrected. Griff now returned to his body informed his party that they had to find the young kabutian and they set off to see the mass of collected bodies in the wake of the tremendous tragedy of the shattering. 

And there, among the bodies, his carapace now a brilliant, radiant white trimmed in darkness they saw Quirikett ensuring that his armour and daggers were in place singing to himself a hym to the Earth Mother. 

[vanus]

What are your headcanons for Vanus?

Anon... idk who u are but I'd die for uGayPillow PrincessDecent alcohol tolerance Has like a 10 step hair care routine don't @ himLikes using magic to fidget when he's bored Makes a habit of reading most magic based books that he findsLikes making magical items (similar to the boat he made in the summerset prequest) Likes being the big spoon (he will wrap around u like an octopus)About 6'6 in height Twink. We all know it's trueHis voice always does That when he's incredulous (That: gets all high pitched like it did in the prequest)Not really a big drinker but he'll drink some whenever he's catching up with old friends or something similarMaintains his eyebrows (have u seen the little shaved gaps in his eyebrows? They're good skxnskxjskx)Has a strict moral code that he follows (based on his fight with mannimarco and his actions afterwards) Loves the chance to learn new thingsAbout 453 in age (my estimate based on lore I've read, I know others hc different things) Tries to mostly focus on his work instead of romance but if he finds himself interested in someone he doesn't say anything unless he's absolutely sure that they feel the sameUhhhh that's all I have rn goodnight nd thank u for this ask imsmxnsjczncnsn

[ayemsehtvehk]

ESO characters and what they’re doing between chapters, this time Aldmeri Dominion edition!

Kleskizhae

I think by this point he’s adopted Azi’ala, though idk if Aeziya’s gotten pregnant by now or not. But he has a home in Greenshade that the Wilderqueen made for his family, and he’s found this life agreeable. He’s happy. After all he and Aeziya have gone through, he thinks the two of them, now three, and maybe four, deserve to be happy.

With the Orcs renegotiating their deal with the Daggerfall Covenant, there’s been more pressure on the Direnni to get officially involved, which they still refuse to do. But part of keeping the heat off them involved officially disowning Kleskizhae for his open support of Queen Ayrenn and the Aldmeri Dominion, even though they had been quietly not speaking with him because he ran away to Valenwood and got married and somehow this marriage is supposed to be a valid one and he keeps insisting that it’s true love and apparently some Spinners were involved and really, if this is his version of “settling down” then they might as well say that he never came back from questing. It happens. They’ll keep enough track of them so that when their descendants come over and start making noises at them, those scions won’t come as a surprise.

His brother, Kaad has explained to him the exact politics of the situation, as well as what he could potentially do to get him back in, both in a short and long term way, and Kleskizhae has decided that since the short term way involved divorcing Aeziya and disavowing the Queen, he’d rather not. The long term way apparently involved some “calculations” of his that said that all the alliances were going to fall within 50 years, probably way less for the Daggerfall Covenant. (“Not the Ebonheart Pact? Aren’t they all mortal enemies?”) (“The Pact falls when the Tribunal says it does. The Covenant falls as soon as any of the given petty monarchs decide they’re done with all the other petty monarchs and starts sacking Orsinium and then start fighting over the spoils for the next few centuries.”) (“So how long you give the Dominion?”) (“We’ll see.”) (“That’s not helpful.”) (“I’m sure you know how it’ll break better than I do. Just think of what you’ve already done to keep your Queen’s alliance from shattering. Ask yourself if they’ve truly been defeated.”)

So this letter comes from Vvardenfell, asking him and Aeziya to come to Vivec and he’s confused, because he consulted with some of his friends and colleagues who got similar letters, like it’s a form letter, but his letter goes on at slightly more length about just how excited Vivec is to meet him and how ze can’t wait to discuss their common interests and is it poetry? With like, a lot of annotations that seem to be from Vivec’s first person perspective? Shit, do prayers to those guys actually work? That wasn’t supposed to be serious all those times, he was only praying to Vivec as a joke, he didn’t think that actually did anything if you weren’t a Dark Elf, since like, they’re not really gods, shit shit shit shit

Whatever this is, he’s GOT to see this for himself. Little does he know that he is 500% going to get press ganged into the Buoyant Armigers as soon as he steps off the boat. Congratulations, you’re Vivec’s favorite whether you like it or not, asshole!

Sethyn

He’s currently pissed off at Razum-dar for getting him involved what he considers an unmitigated disaster in the Imperial City. He knowingly endangered his cover and almost put the rest of the Dragonguard in danger because of him and the Dominion. Mannimarco being dead doesn’t change anything, given that the Cyrodiils still blame the Dragonguard for letting this all happen, whether they think Sai Sahan betrayed his Emperor intentionally or not.

Especially given that he’s not sure whether Ayrenn is Dragonborn or not, and ESPECIALLY given that the Dominion doesn’t seem to give enough of a shit about actually liberating the Imperial City for any reason beyond just annoying the other alliances who also want it to annoy the other alliances to get a chance to test that out.

For the record, he’s the Drake of Hounds and he got that code name before he became a werewolf. He’s been a huge fan of doggos for longer than he’s been pretty much anything else.

He tried to make things right with Irendeir again, somehow, by joining the Silvenar’s Jaqspurs but it just kind of … hasn’t worked out super great once people started noticing his lycanthropy and with it, realizing that he’s like, actually pretty serious about Hircine, like, for real, which after the whole Hound shenanigans, is some really bad optics. The Silvenar tried to talk with people to make sure that no one would harass or question him, but Sethyn chose to quietly leave.

So he’s kind of been moving to his “own priorities”, which has basically ended up being the Thieves Guild, where he has excelled. He’s forgotten how much he loves heists just for money and while everyone says that money can’t buy happiness, well, those are people who’ve never been poor. He loves having huge piles of gold, it’s the fucking best.

He vaguely remembers Talward from the whole Coldharbour and Soul Shriven and Elder Scroll Prophecy nonsense, but doesn’t know what kind of scam he’s running. But he heard that Vivec had an arena of some sort and that there’s money to be made there so sure. Why the hell not. See what the hype’s about.

[holy-flower]

list of my rp blogs + ask links. updated as needed.

Fandom 0fool -> x Minato Arisato from Persona 3 ai-zonbi -> x Giselle Gewelle from Bleach darkest-sun -> x Gwyndolin from Dark Souls I

empress-phantomhive -> x Rachel Phantomhive from Kuroshitsuji

firearming -> x0 Juli Kidman from The Evil Within

ignis-anima-mea -> x Arieth from Daughter of Smoke and Bone red-chainsaw .> x Grell Sutcliff from Kuroshitsuji the-loving-idol -> x Rise Kujikawa from Persona 4

unholy-holy -> x Ash Landers and Angela Blanc from Kuroshitsuji

vampires-smile -> x Yuki from The Dishwasher: Vampire Smile witch-of-britannia -> x C.C. from Code Geass

yanderuu -> x Desir from Karakuridouji Ultimo - Original Characters beautifulkatana -> x Saitou Kasumi, a Sixth Courier from Fallout: New Vegas OC, comes from a long line of Assassins and cares not for the civil war between the Legion and NCR, as she has assassinated people on both sides for other reasons.

elven-lich -> x Liridon, a dark version of the Dragonborn from The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim, known as the Oblivion Walker, oldest friend of Mannimarco, his name is known and feared. Bards no longer sing “The Dragonborn Comes” because of him.

holy-wastelander -> x Aleksander Morozov and his companion Angeloid, both are Fallout: New Vegas OCs. He is a Nomadic priest after the fall of Nipton, where he had set up his church. He found Angeloid in his search for a sign from God and took it as his sign that he should carry on spreading love.

scarlet-poppies -> x Gothica Ashdown, a Boyfriend to Death OC, and an unknowing lichling that frequently forays into The River, a space between Life and Death where the soul has to move on, but rejects the circle of life with specialized brews that bring her back from her death-like state. Reapers frequently try to stop her, as she is a more frequent visitor than Lawrence Oleander and other faerers.

[hollowtones]

ahhh my wonderful girlfriend @pisboy bought me a commission of my elder scrolls OC Ymir from the extremely talented @mannimarcos and it’s so beautiful... 

maybe it’s because my emotions are A Big Mess from being sick all weekend and having to cram a bunch of stressful coding today but the picture was so beautiful that i started crying a bit lmao :’)