#Skjor

[mujinzzzzz]

i have over 2,000 hours in skyrim and im just now learning you can tell all of the companions about skjor's death ??? have you always been able to ??? this is sad hello ??

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

*at Skjor's funeral*

Kodlak Whitemane: *places his hand on the headstone and sobs*

Kodlak: How could you do this to me? We are so understaffed.

[stymshots]

If I join you, can Jorrvaskr be Ourvaskr?

[somemaycallthisjunk]

Ah yes, the inner Circle of the Companions.

Vilkas, Farkas, Kodlak, Skjor, Aela, and Pigeon

[thelurkershideout]

summerfest day 7

companion or fallen

Notes: Warnings for blood, descriptions of injuries. I'm not sure this scene is exactly what I wanted it to be but I had a lot of fun with it. There's a good brother moment for Vilkas and Farkas that I really like!

The smell of blood filled Jorrvaskr as Vilkas slammed through the doors, half collapsing into a pillar as he lowered her to the floor. The last thing Gwyn heard was Skjor and Aela shouting.

When she woke she was on a table with Tilma leaning over her, carefully ministering to the claw marks across her chest. Her body was heavy, a freezing ache spread from her limbs. Eyelids barely open, the high ceiling of the main hall faded in and out of focus, just slightly too slow to sync with the pounding in her head.

“Are you sure?” Skjor’s harsh voice came from somewhere by her feet.

“I'm positive, it was Arnbjorn.” Vilkas grumbled back through what sounded like gritted teeth.

“Traitor.” Aela was nearer to her head than the others.

“Did he say anything?” Kodak was calm and soothing.

“Not much that I heard b- ow FARKAS!”

“If you held still this wouldn't hurt as much.” Farkas was trying not to sound bothered. Vilkas let out an exasperated and painted groan as Farkas returned to tending his wounds.

“He knew her name.” Vilkas’ teeth ground together.

“So he had been following you? And you didn't notice?” Aela’s voice seemed closer, was she pacing?

“He might have -” He cut off his own thoughts with a deep breath. “No, he didn't even seem to remember me, but he knew her.” 

Nausea gurgled up from Gwyn's stomach. Half focused memories flickered in her mind. The Sanctuary. Dark Hallways. Whispered threats. Arnbjorn’s pale eyes, constantly watching. 

“You think he was after her?” Skjor sounded unconvinced. 

“He lured me away, a trick for easier access to her.”

She wanted to speak. The nightmare had finally caught up to her, and she needed to explain herself.  Her head continued to pound, the pain in her chest was suffocating. Her first attempt at words came out a quiet groan.

“Shhhhh,” Tilma reached up to place a soothing hand on her forehead. Footsteps drew closer until Kodlak appeared opposite her. His face was calm, a hint of concern only noticeable in his brow. The metallic taste and smell of her own blood was nearly overwhelming. 

“D-dark,” she finally managed to barely squeak out a word. Kodlak’s hand replaced Tilma’s.

“Breathe slowly child,” Kodlak's voice was even and soothing. “Slow full breaths.”

Gwyn followed his words. Long slow breaths that strained against her bruised ribs. The nausea subsided slightly. The room was silent.

“Try again, Gwyn.”

“Dark,” the word clawed its way out of her throat. Jagged and sharp against her scream strained vocal chords. “Brotherhood.”

There was a long deafening silence. Kodlak's brow furrowed deeper, the concern seemed to shift to anger.

“The Dark Brotherhood?” Skjor finally broke the silence. “Are they hunting you?”

“Yess” she exhaled.

“Do you know why?”

“I-I…” her eyes squeezed shut as tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Left.”

More silence. No more running now. 

“You left the Dark Brotherhood?” It was Kodlak's voice directly above her. Gwyn didn't dare open her eyes.

This was it. Everything she had worked for, the years spent rebuilding herself, gone in an instant. Nausea crept back in. She was a liability. She would return to wandering, this time with a werewolf haunting her every move.

Hello little lamb. Arnbjorn's taunts echoed in her pounding head.

“You were an assassin?” Skjor nearly laughed. “She's lost too much blood to make any sense.”

“We should get her to a bed,” Tilma's voice was quiet.

“Put her in mine,” Vilkas volunteered quickly. “She'll need it more. I'll sleep with the welps.”

“You're all going to ignore this?” Aela's voice was angry.

“She's not exactly capable of coherent conversation, Aela.” Vilkas snapped back.

“We could be inviting the Dark Brotherhood into our home.”

“It does not matter.” Kodlak's voice cut off Vilkas before he could get a word out. “She took her oath, she has proved her honor. She is a Companion, and we take care of our own.”

Arms slid underneath her to lift her from the table. The warm light of the main hall was replaced with the cool dark of the downstairs. Her fellow recruits whispered amongst themselves as she was carried past.

“It looks worse than it is. She will recover.” Tilma said as she was lowered onto a bed. “She needs rest more than anything.”

A large hand rested on her shoulder.

“We will talk about this in the morning.” Kodlak's voice was firm.

[elderscrollsconfessions]

Confession: I always thought Skjor's death would have had more impact or just made more sense if you had found his body while he was in werewolf form, it kind of just looks like he didn't even bother to transform and then got immediately curbstomped. Typically when I get to that part he's also bent at a weird angle, like his knees and crotch are up in the air, which does not help.

[vodrae]

I've been thinking since 2015 about how the Companions could end their curse if the generation after the first cursed one just said "No lmao" when they got under the skyforge.

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 23 Group 114

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

The Companions: Kodlak Whitemane, Skjor, Farkas, Vilkas, Aela the Huntress, Njada Stonearm, Ria, Athis, Torvar, Vignar Gray-Mane (& Brill, Eorlund Gray-Mane, Tilma the Haggard)

Iruma's Adopted Family: Suzuki Iruma, Opera, Sullivan

Submissions are still open!

The Companions:

The Companions are a guild of warriors stationed in Whiterun, one of Skyrim’s capital cities. Members of the Companions refer to each other as Shield-Siblings (“Shield-Brother/“Shield-Sister”). Although they claim not to recognize an official leader, Kodlak acts as the guild’s chief advisor and is viewed as a sort of father figure. The guild’s senior members (Kodlak, Skjor, Farkas, Vilkas, Aela) comprise a sub-faction called The Circle and secretly possess the ability to transform into werewolves.

Iruma's Adopted Family:

Iruma's parents sell him to a demon and instead of eating him that demon becomes his doting grandfather and buys him literally everything he could possibly want or need. Opera is his nonbinary catbutler and they are also super protective of Iruma they are all family they love each other Iruma loves them very much and appreciates them for removing him from his abusive parenrs

[oxalisvtesblog]

I like Hadvar, he's so sweet.

I like Skjor, he's so badass.

I like Fasendil, he's so dashing.

I like Tullius he's so… rude, irritable, insensitive, unsocial, awkward when he's drunk, mansplaining, actually quite impossible.

[helgiafterdark]

[nooklingposting]

A Night on the Town

(Farkas is the one taking the picture, and he is thinking about the cake)

[rels-tenim]

Shop Update!

I’ve added something that was mysteriously missing thus far...Skyrim themed plushie designs! Now you can get stickers or magnets based on The Companions and the College of Winterhold.

Since I never made a seperate post for it, there’s also a Toon Meridia design that is available on various designs - including shirts, hoodies, a sticker and a phone case.

As always, if you like what you can see, spread this post, and take a look at my shop page here:

https://www.redbubble.com/people/Cuddlesnowy/shop

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Aela the Huntress: I'm going feral, y'all want anything?

Skjor: For you to have a good time.

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Taleisin part 3)

Lucia had been drawing everything that she'd seen around town; people, items, dogs, anything. She also drew the Companions to the best of her ability, as well as Allora and Farkas fighting a few draugr. She asks Taliesin if she could take them to Kodlak as a present with some flowers, as he is happy to do so.

Taliesin: *watches Lucia run up to Kodlak with a soft smile, hanging behind a little bit to stay out of Danica's way*

Lucia: Hello Mr. Kodlak! I brought you flowers, and a bunch of drawings!

Kodlak: *lightly wheezing despite Danica's aid, but smiles at Lucia none the less* Hello my dear. That's very kind of you. May I see?

Taliesin: *helps her up on the bed, nodding respectfully to Danica before giving her her space*

Danica: *smiles and nods back, carefully removing ichor from from Kodlak's lungs like Allora taught her*

Lucia: *curls up against Kodlak's right side, opening her small satchel of flowers and giving him one* I thought this would look really pretty on you! It's mama's favourite, too!

Kodlak: *chuckles and coughs, turning away from her as he shudders for air* Th-thank you my dear. I shall treasure it. *tucks it behind his ear with a smile*

Lucia: *smiles back weakly, starting to understand the severity of his illness, but shoves away the fear by showing him her pictures* Papa said that you haven't been out for a long time, so I thought about drawing you things I'd seen! Look- here's the big tree outside Jorrvaskr!

Kodlak: Ooh, indeed... how lovely.

Lucia: And here's the market places... and home! And...

Kodlak: *gently pats her head as she shows him all her drawings, smiling tiredly* You may not be born of her directly, but her spirit infects you still. How at ease I feel next to you...

Lucia: *feels a little bit of pride, wanting nothing more than to emulate her mother* I'm glad!

Skjor: *knocks on the door, eyeing Taliesin in confusion before seeing Lucia* Ah... wasn't aware we had visitors.

Taliesin: Just for the time being. Lucia brought Kodlak gifts.

Skjor: *inclines his chin, nodding to the girl* Thank you. Your mother would be proud.

Lucia: *smiles and looks down, fiddling with her dress shyly*

Skjor: Kodlak, I wanted to alert you that we've found another potential spot for a piece of Wuuthrad. Aela was supposed to join me, but I can't find her.

Kodlak: *shakes his head, trembling* You will not. She has gone with Allora and the twins and her Khajiit partner on a mission. Stay your hand for now.

Skjor: *furrowed eyebrows* But-

Kodlak: *coughs heavily, covering his mouth and pulling away from Lucia as blood leaks from his lips; Danica urging him to lean over towards the bedside bucket*

Taliesin: *swoops in and grabs Lucia* Gods... do not look, Bumblebee. *covers her eyes*

Lucia: *scared for Kodlak, but dutifully listens to him*

Skjor: *torn between completing his honor bound duty to complete Wuuthrad and listen to his dying mentor, watching Kodlak spit blood into the bucket* ... *decides that his mentor is simply trying to keep him overly safe and shakes his head, choosing to complete the Guild's path over anything else, and leaves*

Taliesin: *watches with narrow eyes, cradling Lucia close* ...

[somemaycallthisjunk]

Torvar, waking up from a 3 day coma after going on an absolute rager, so out of it that the Companions thought he was dead and asked the Jarl to break the news to Eochaid: Hey guys, what'd I miss

He's not even the first Companion to come back from the dead in Eochaid's save