#Torvar Skyrim

[kagedbird]

Continued from this Taliesin: *frowning the more Vilkas, Ria, Farkas, and Aela continuously try to talk to Allora, along with Torvar, Athis making side commentary about her outfit; Njada constantly trying to degrade her; Skjor making snarky commentary and agitating the young woman more. He leans over to Allora to murmur in her ear* I do believe these are the nastiest friends of yours I've ever met. Do tell me your standards aren't always so low? Allora: *used to all the bullshit Skjor and Njada are spewing, desperately trying to remain professional and polite with the quad, and ignoring Athis and Torvar* I picked you up into my group, didn't I? Taliesin: Well, ouch. That was unnecessarily true. Good to know you're sense of character is at an all time high, seeing as you did still take me in regardless. Allora: *snickers, leaning close and bumping her arm against his softly* Who could say no to a pretty face like yours? Taliesin: Indeed, I am quite handsome. Thank you for noticing. Allora: We love the confidence, Tally. *sips her mead with juniper, sighing afterwards* At least no one has asked me to- Torvar: H- *hic* hey, why don't you give us *hic* a song? Can't be a party without a song! Allora: -aaand I spoke too soon. Taliesin: *remembering the last time she sang to a dragon, giving her a terrified glance* What? Sing? Here?! You'll bring the entire building down! Allora: *snorts and laughs, covering her mouth and setting down her drink* Haha- hahaha! N-no, haha! That only h-happens when I use my magick, hahah. We're fine. I've sung at a lot of taverns, don't worry. You're silly. *to Torvar and the others whose attention were caught* Sorry, but I didn't bring my lute with me. Ria: We have plenty of instruments here! Feel free to borrow one. Taliesin: *under his breath* Are all of them so daft they can't understand not wanting to do something? Vilkas: *sneers* We didn't ask for your opinion, knife ears. Aela: If Allora didn't want to perform, she would let us know. Did you not want to? Allora: *gives a firm stare at Vilkas before tugging on her under fur armor sleeves nervously* Well... I don't really know what to perform tonight. And I promised Bren I wouldn't stay too late. Njada: I doubt your performances are much of anything anyways. I'm tired of hearing those two raving about your singing. Allora: Congratulations, I'm not singing. You win. Are you happy about it? *rolls her eyes* Torvar: Ni- *hic* nice going, Njada. Athis: I still say we could be spending our time doing something better like training. None of these festivities are helping us muster our strength. Farkas: Rest days are just as important as doing the work outs. Train too hard and you will be too exhausted to fight. Just take it easy for today. Njada: Yeah, I'm sure Allora knows all about taking it easy. Allora: *too tired for this shit* You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid. *sips her drink, uncaring* Taliesin: *guffaws as the table has various spit takes or choking noises*

[mai-col]

More stuff with these idiots (a continuation of this post).

(also, I MIGHT have disregarded their canonical weapons. But let's face it, I also disregarded a lot of other canonical details, soooo...)

[bigvampa]

Minor video game blood warning (just a few splashes of it, nothing insane)

Anyways, is it normal for the companions I killed to come back to life and haunt me for what I've done or...?

[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]

Torvar: I know what I'm going to be for the Witches Festival — drunk!

[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

[snowy-weather]

Some doodles! ^^ I had a lot of fun with these. 

All TES V Skyrim-based. Some OCs, some NPCs. 

[motherofcats666]

My girl accidentally started a brawl with the Companions. I found Farkas and Torvar walking to Bthardamz so I decided to watch and see what they did, and then this happened. OOPS 🤣 Sorry Farkas... And WHERE DID ATHIS COME FROM!? Also you can hear her speak in this one.

[helgiafterdark]

[nientedenada]

I am sending you Athis for the meme!

First impression: "We are all Ashlanders now, brother" he says if you're playing a Dunmer. It was actually a very emotional moment for me. I'd put off playing Skyrim for two years just because I hated learning about the Red Year and what had happened to my beloved Morrowind.

Impression now: On the one hand, he's acerbic and rude, but he's also completely sincere in the lifestyle he's taken up. He'll talk with sincerity about honour and Skyrim and the Companions' ideals while also taking the mickey out of them a bit.

Favorite moment - Even an elf can be born with the heart of a Nord," Skjor said when I joined. I think he meant it as a compliment."

Idea for a story - Athis and the others find out the truth about the Circle. See next item.

Unpopular opinion - I love them but The members of the Circle are incredibly selfish and have fucked up the Companions, creating this secret tier system of werewolf and non-werewolf. I think this is a separate issue from the ones grappled with in game: the morality of being a werewolf and the ultimate destiny of werewolves. Athis and his fellows are being duped. Athis has this conversation with Torvar

Torvar: "One day, when you and I are on the Circle, we can change the way things are run around here." Athis: "I don't think that's how the Circle works." Torvar: "They're lording it over us all the time, though." Athis: "Young warriors are smart to listen to older ones. They've lived."

Imagine him learning that the Circle isn't for honoured older warriors who have embodied the Companions' greatest virtues. It's a club you can't enter without being a werewolf. I think there's potential for real anger from the rank and file.

Favorite relationship - Torvar as seen above

Favorite headcanon - He complains about the "atmosphere" in Eastmarch. I always took that as a sly remark on Ulfric and co. rather than just a remark about ash "I avoid going to Eastmarch if I can. Something in the air... I think it's just too close to the border." So I think of him as having lived in Windhelm once.

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Taliesin part 6!!)

Kodlak shakily walks up the stairs, huffing and wheezing, but eyes determined to go out with a fight. Lucia is behind him, terrified, but hears her papa and wants to know he's all right.

It's not looking great. Ria is fighting two on one, Njada is heavily injured, Torvar is downed, and Athis is struggling against one. Taliesin is trying to assist Ria, but is pinned, Berwhale just an inch too far to grab.

Kodlak: *lets out a bellowing roar as he charges in, slicing the two on Ria before bodily shoving the one pinning Taliesin. He takes several hits, but seemingly does not care as he carves right back into them*

Taliesin: *deeply breathing and rolls to grab Berwhale, seeing Lucia poking out from the stairs* Bumblebee! Hide!

Silver Hand 4: RAH!! *stabs their blade into Taliesin's shoulder blade before being punched away by Njada*

Lucia: PAPA!!

Taliesin: *woozy and bleeding heavily, but forces himself to his feet and shoulder checks a Silver Hand off Athis* I SAID HIDE!

Kodlak: *splutters and coughs up blood, managing to cut the cheek of one more Silver Hand before he's buried with blades, falling to the ground*

Njada: NO! KODLAK!

Silver Hand 2: We've compeleted our task! Fall back!

Silver Hands rush out of Jorrvaskr, dodging past anymore attacks and running for their lives, very few remaining from when they first entered.

Taliesin: *huffs and puffs, collapsing to his knees as he gulps in air, looking to Kodlak's body with a grimace* ...Darn it...

Lucia: *runs to him and hugs him tightly, crying* Papa! I'm sorry! I'm so- so sorry!!

Taliesin: *sighs, wincing at her tight grip but holds her back just as strongly, terrified he almost lost her tonight* We're all right, Lucia... we'll be okay... Gods...

[mai-col]

Yeah they probably get along just FINE

[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

[mareenavee]

For the Unusual Asks, 8, 12 (bc it made me chuckle), 32, and B! 💙

Uncommon OC questions for Nyenna from my fic, The World on Our Shoulders!

Ask game is right over here.

Hello friend :D Thank you for asking these LOL even the silly one (: I appreciate it!

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

Nyenna was constantly criticized as she was growing up. She and her step-brother, both, actually, though she's certain it was worse for her. This is the way of things with noble families, at least in parts of Valenwood that are Imperialized in some significant way, such as Haven by the sea. They strive to maintain an appearance of perfection.

As a child specifically, it was decided that Nyenna would be prevented from learning or using magic. I like to imagine she probably did know something innately considering how easily these things come to her now-- even if it was just grabby-hands-accidental-mini-telekinesis to get a cookie or something without permission. But she'd have gotten in trouble for it so much that she probably forgot by the time we see her at the beginning of her story in chapter 2. If it wasn't magic, it definitely would have been for her to stop talking or to stop crying. It probably reflects now in how she generally waits to be spoken to even as an adult.

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

This is hilarious, actually lol and considering how long people in Tamriel (at least Skyrim, anyway) go without baths, I imagine it's probably much more of a common annoyance than one would expect. Shoulder blade or middle back itches especially under armor are probably the worst thing ever. What would she do? Goodness. Eh, maybe use a tree like a bear just for a funny image. That might be more Athis, though, than Nyenna. She'd probably fidget a lot, then try and fail to reach a bunch of times until whomsoever she's traveling with offers to help so she'd finally sit still.

 32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

She is generally decent at telling a good story. I don't know that she'd have a go-to joke or story -- she's not that kind of person -- but she'd absolutely be able to sink into storytelling mode at a moment's notice. I have a fragment here for you regarding this, from Chapter 6:

“Ghosts?” Athis said with a surprised cough. “This better have nothing to do with more damned necromancers.”

“No, love! Everyone knows the story, but lately, Farengar’s been hearing rumors of an actual ghost. Hamvir, the headless horseman. Or Ragnar the Red, others have said. It’s unclear, really, with these things. But it’s exciting, isn’t it?” Nyenna said. She only paused to take a sip of wine. 

“So what is the story?” Athis asked. “And I didn’t realize Farengar had money to throw around like this.” Nyenna gave him an exasperated look.

“Never mind that. Well, you know the lyrics of the song. If Hamvir is really Ragnar the Red, they say he’s been riding between the copse of trees that used to be Old Rorikstead and Whiterun for full eras, waiting to exact his revenge on Matilda. This seems…perhaps a bit silly, right? Well, there’s another more sinister story,” she said. Athis noticed Torvar, the newest recruit, lean in to listen more closely. He spilled his mead on the table and cursed, but his attention snapped right back to the story. Athis snorted. Nyenna took a deep breath and continued her tale. “They say Hamvir was once a dissident, a slave to those of the ancient Dragon Cult. He had been trying to rally an uprising, riding through the night to other settlements of Nords. They say he was caught by the very servants of the dragons themselves. Warriors both alive and dead swarmed the paths, closing in from either side. It was no use. Even as he was trying to ride away, the tallest, strongest and most terrifying of the cultists sliced off his head!” She slammed both palms down flat on the table. Torvar exclaimed, flinching horribly. He slopped mead over himself. Everyone else laughed. “His horse rode on, body still clinging, headless, to its reins. They say he still rides, trying to warn us all of the danger of those cultists, doomed to ride the same path again, and again, and again, for the rest of eternity.” 

There was a scattering of applause and excited murmuring. It’s true, it was a somewhat well-known interpretation of the myth, though Athis knew the Ragnar the Red story was by far more popular. With the return of the dragons, it made sense if more people would wander and claim to have seen such impossible things as ghosts associated with ancient Nordic stories. But if Farengar had reason to believe, of all people, then it was worth the gold to check it out. Nyenna leaned close to him.

“I think he wants to see if Hamvir’s Rest has any Dragon Cult artifacts, as usual,” she whispered in his ear. “But I couldn’t resist a good ghost story.” Athis snorted into his mead and flashed her a knowing grin.

And for the creator question ~

B: What inspired you to create them?

I talked a tiny bit about this here. But she was amorphous in a story my friend was doodling in comic for irl about her hopes for TES6 and the future of Tamriel. She created a prominent Mer family in 5th era whose ancestors are the Last Dragonborn (a Bosmeri lady) and Teldryn Sero (the Nerevarine.) Most of her little comics and ideas focus around them. (:

So when she asked if I had any ideas for them, I decided I did and I could work with a small prompt. She started as just the unnamed author of a few journal entries that her future great-great-great-great (etc) grandchildren find in among Teldryn's things. Yes, he keeps her journal for centuries. It's sad, I know.

As the character started to take shape more than just these few details, I decided I'd like to create a fic. With my friend's blessing, I brainstormed ... what would be the most dramatic thing I could write about and still fit it into the story of the LDB? (: and we know how things start out in the prologue.

It ended up being more about the kinds of mistakes a hero is capable of making and asks the questions -- is this person still good? Is she still a hero? What facets of this specific title still apply to her after everything? How are her actions perceived and remembered compared to how she sees herself? Does she deserve happiness and hope in the end, even after all her questionable choices? Are heroes just regular people, after all?

I hope that was a fun read lol (: and provided a little bit more insight into Nyenna's character.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

The Companions in the training yard, doing team exercises:

Artanis: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Vilkas?

Farkas: Have you ever played a game with Vilkas?

Artanis: No . . .

Farkas: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a cave bear?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the yard:

Vilkas, chasing Torvar and Athis: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!