#Silus Vesuius

[arimabari]

Finally finished my six characters! Thanks again to everyone for your suggestions.

In order:

Dar-Ma - Oblivion

Jiub - Morrowind

Harold (and Bob) - Fallout 2

Moira - Fallout 3

Silus Vesuius - Skyrim

The Final Pam - Fallout 4/Monster Factory

[2by19]

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[mukuuji]

A little while ago...

[omgkalyppso]

[mazurga]

Silus Vesuius's House

[dragonbreaks]

fehn getting mehrunes’ razor snippet

“You don’t understand,” Fehn snapped, shaking her head. Who could possibly understand?

She looked over her shoulder and met Gore’s eyes with more intensity than she intended, as she watched how he grew unsteady under her gaze. She must look ravenous to him, she thought with a hollow ache… She was.

“I am owed this dagger,” Fehn continued adamantly, unwavering in her conviction. It felt right, it felt just, to take a tool away from the entity that caused her family so much suffering and to wield it as her own. She wanted this, she deserved this.

The idea of weaponizing Dagon in a way that her fathers had never dreamed of set her heart aflame. It was vindictive, perhaps, indicative of the smoldering resentment that slept within her, but, because of that, it was righteous. Something that they could not do. Something that was uniquely hers.

Fehn turned her attention back to the altar that was painted with thin streaks of Silus Vesuius’ blood. Clenching her jaw, she put her hands upon its cold surface, parallel to the glittering, fragmented pieces of the hilt, pommel, and blade that she had collected and brought to the shrine.

In a venomous hiss, Fehn spat, “Show me the Razor.”

A dark chuckle echoed in her head.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

one of my skyrim OCs is actually my HoK but she got reincarnated (long story) so the uh. The mythic Dawn Museum guy. He does not get to keep his stupid museum very long or his life

(anyway I'm glad to know I'm not the only one that hates him and his stupid quest)

I'd love to hear it, though, if you ever wanted to share! 😄✨

We've discovered a movement of Silus Vesuius haters. I like it!

[vivifriend]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @wildhexe and @rainpebble3. Thank you. ^_^

Tagging @raine-kai. No pressure, only if you feel like sharing. And anyone else who might see this and want to participate. :)

I just posted my most recent chapter of Learning Curve so have a snippet from a side story (Meanwhile fic) set during the same timeline. Erandur goes back to Dawnstar to check in on the people and during a conversation with several of the inhabitants finds things are not as well as he hoped.

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"A time or two I have considered getting leave to build a small chapel of Mara here. It is too much to expect the people of The Pale to travel to Riften or Solitude."

"Most of us wouldn't mind," Seren said thoughtfully. "Better you than that cultist of Mehrunes Dagon."

A shiver ran down his spine and he tilted his head slightly. "There is a cultist of Dagon in town?"

"Silus Vesuius," Rustleif supplied.

"I'm not surprised he avoided you," Brina added. "He's trying to build a museum to the Mythic Dawn."

"That is an unfortunate endeavor," he said softly.

"Yes but Skald refuses to do anything about it because he doesn't see how it applies to the war effort."

Reaching up, he grasped his amulet, thinking a silent prayer. Lady Mara, is this your purpose in sending me here? Must I once again utilize my skills with violence to protect the innocent? His amulet warmed under his fingers and he sighed, closing his eyes. I understand. "Is there anything I should know before I approach him?" he asked, projecting an aura of calm.

"He's trying to fix a strange dagger," Rustleif said. "He came by our forge with shards of a blade and a scabbard asking pointed questions about how best to repair it. There was something wrong with the metal. It felt wrong."

"There was something unnatural at work," Seren agreed. 

"Has anyone spoken with him?" he asked, his mace feeling heavier with every word shared. 

"Madena. She's tried to dissuade him a time or two but he just yells at her."

He frowned, digesting that information. "Where would I find Madena?"

"The White Hall," Horik offered. "But Skald would never allow you in. He's taken an even firmer stance against Dunmer in the past few months. Swore he'd drive them all into the sea the last time he crossed paths with Ravam Verethi."

One of the miners listening in snorted. "And Ravam told him that he was more than willing to jump in the ocean as long as Skald did too. Predictably, Skald blustered and ran off."

The others snickered, Brina politely trying to hide hers and Erandur kept his gaze stoic. What was Skald thinking, threatening a sailor with being tossed into the ocean? If anyone in this place knows how to survive in frigid water it's them. "Is there anyone who could perhaps get Marena a message for me? It may be prudent to speak with her before I speak with Silus."

"I can do that," Rustleif offered, looking at his wife. "I'll meet you at the inn Seren."

She smiled and nodded, stepping to the side when he pulled his arm away.

"Thank you," Erandur said quietly. "I appreciate it."

[what-even-is-thiss]

Skyrim guard: Who’d you have to kill to get a blade like that?

Me: Silus Vesuius. From Dawnstar.

Skyrim guard: Okay.

Skyrim npc: Pretty fancy robes. You a wizard or something?

Me: No, I stole these off a dead body after escaping from death row.

Skyrim npc: Okay.

[nostalgic-breton-girl]

there are several issues with this. firstly, silus vesuius is dead. i killed him ages ago. secondly, i did take some stuff from his house, but he shouldn't have known about that, he was literally lying dead on the floor behind me, or so i thought anyway. thirdly, i stole a loaf of bread, who is this guy, inspector javert

[daggerfall]

Teth, upon entering Silus Vesuius' museum of the mythic dawn

[bingobongobingobongo]

THESE MOTHERFUCKERS HAVE THE SAME VOICE ACTOR I. HATE THIS INFORMATION

[mukuuji]

a happy curator

[foreaft]

SEASONAL AESTHETICS : LUNA LOVEGOOD !

Repost, don’t reblog !

WINTER   —   a chill right down to the bones.  tobogganing.  teeth chattering.  sleeping all day.  sitting by the fireplace.  spending time with family.  layered clothing.  seeing another’s breath.  loving the cold.  a state of inactivity.  cold hands.  blistering winds shaking the closed windows.  a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.  cable knit socks.  a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.  hating the cold.  full length windows to peer out of.  pale skin.  deep conversations.  watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.  hot cocoa.  smelling every candle in the store.  a wild snow storm.  melancholy.  lighting candles around the bathtub.  snow globes.  expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.  the softest of blankets.  liking, but not loving something or someone.

SPRING   —   the smell after it rains.  being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair.  lightning when it strikes.  cherry blossoms.  bright mornings.  the first sign of hope.  the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping.  the art of growing.  a kiss on the cheek.  the clap of thunder.  a tornado in the valley.  smiling at a stranger.  planning.  saccharine pinks.  making promises.  trying something new.  hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.  sitting on the steps of the met.  coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.  picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.  that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.  a long hike.  rushing when you can take your time.  going to the gym / training at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.  becoming yourself.  rain boots.

SUMMER   —   lanterns lit around a campfire.  seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.  melting ice cream.  the warmth of sun rays upon skin.  fireworks.  the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days.  the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.  drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.  music blasting at 3am.  loud and proud.  palms trees on sunset boulevard.  longer days and shorter nights.  wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.  sand castles.  road trips.  blood orange sunsets.  leaving the laundry to hang outside.  flowers in bloom.  sneaking out of your room late at night.  pure contentment.  barefoot in the sand.  the street lights coming on.  the sound of the ocean in a seashell.  freshly squeezed lemonade.  loose clothing.  a cannonball into the pool.  sunflowers.  the hazy pink before dusk.  relaxation.

FALL   —   the leaves changing colors.  a heavy backpack.  the smell of old books.  eating until you’re stuffed.  deep, dark woods.  the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ).  abandoned houses.  ripped jeans.  crunching leaves beneath feet.  feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.  sitting at a bay window.  having endless amount of work.  charcoal drawings.  screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.  pumpkin patches.  creaky floorboards.  accepting that some things do have to change.  museums.  small talk.  being ignored.  procrastinating.  a door slamming shut.  going to bed early.  baking pies.  the fear of walking alone in the dark.  feeling completely and terribly lost.  a twig snapping.  crisp, cool days.  belly laughter after crying.  converse.  foggy mornings at the shoreline.  writing a daily entry in a journal.  a lonely day.

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[merethicera]

Thinking ab the upcoming cc content and like. if bethesda succeeds in making the resurgent group of mythic dawn members like, actually threatening even moderately it'll make Silus Vesuius (mythic dawn museum guy) look like even more of a lameass than before

[jillian-613]

What’s Henantier’s story? Is he still a Vigilant of Stendarr? Or has he abandoned that after meeting Serana?

Henantier is and always will be a Vigilant of Stendarr. Together with Serana he travels around Skyrim and deals with vampires, witches, necromancers, werewolves and other creatures that the Vigil fights.

Also, every time he has an opportunity to put his hands on a daedric artifact, he finds a way to get it (without a deal with a Daedra) and either hides it at his home in a vault or tries to get rid of it in a creative way (throw away into the Sea of Ghosts, for example).

And he is harsh in his justice. When Henantier met Silus Vesuius, he murdered the poor man on the spot and took the scabbard so that the guy never finds someone else to restore the Razor.

I think that at some point Henatier will restore the Vigil in Skyrim.