#bastian/mirri/vestige

[stephlynndrawings]

Fulfillment of a prompt from the @nirnwrote discord server!

Prompt:  “you’ve made your choice so live with it” Given to me by @blossom-adventures

No content warnings that I can think of.

Getting gifts from friends is a long-time tradition between the races of Tamriel… However, one hardly ever got pieces of Dwemer technology by the time the Second Era rolled around. That didn’t stop Neramo from gifting his favorite adventuring buddy, the Vestige, a special piece of technology he came to own. 

The Vestige, naturally, was over the moon at such a big gift, but when she asked how she was supposed to use it, the Altmer simply shrugged before leaving to catch his ship, leaving the Bosmer and her companions lost on what to do.

Several days later (after moving the giant automaton to a place outside of the town they were staying in) the group gathered around the golden contraption, each having their own ideas on how to use it.

“Maybe it has lasers? That would be useful.” Ember suggested, tapping her claws on her staff. Isobel and Bastian shared dubious looks while Mirri inspected the front of it.

“It clearly is meant to be sit in, but is it just a chair? If so, it wouldn’t have the legs.” Isobel mused, though with her lack of experience with Dwemer creations, she was very doubtful. Mirri looked up and over at the Breton, her lips quirked in a way to show she was considering the suggestion. 

“That may be it, but there’s clearly an engine of some kind under this decorative piece.” The Dunmer stated, gently rapping her knuckles on the golden metal. Wylarin, who had been under the machine inspecting what she could, suddenly sat up eagerly, slamming her forehead into the hull of the spider-craft. The other four winced in sympathy, but otherwise waited for what their friend had to say so suddenly. 

“That really hurt- Anyways! I know what this is! Or at least what it most likely is. Based on the parts and how they are used, this is essentially a giant Dwarven spider. And this-” She paused to clamber on into the front seat before motioning to the bent rod sitting in front of her, “Is most likely used to steer. It’s a mount! Like a robotic horse that two people can ride at once! Except it’s a spider, but still.” She grinned at her friends, her eyes sparkling with joy and excitement.

“Darling, do you have any idea how to use it? Or turn it on?” Bastian asked, his amused look laced with concern. 

“I imagine the steering apparatus is the controls, but as for how to turn it on, there’s a slot that’s perfect to put a soul gem into.” The Bosmer explained, pulling her bag up onto her lap to rummage for a soul gem. Once she had one, she carefully placed it into the slot. Immediately, the dull blue markings on the front lit up and the clearing was filled with the familiar sound of Dwemer machinery at work. 

Wylarin let out a sound that was a mix of a scream and a cry of joy, her face looking like a child on Saturnalia. 

“It works! Try moving it, try moving it!” Ember cheered, just as excited as Wylarin. Mirri was excited as well, but Isobel and Bastian were much more wary of the vehicle. 

Wylarin shifted in the seat to get more comfortable before grabbing both sides of the steering mechanism, a determined look set on her face.

“Alright, here goes nothi-” She cut herself off with a shriek as she pushed the rods forward all the way, sending the spider off at high speed. Right off a hidden ledge.

“Shit!” Bastian cried out, pulling his staff out of it’s holster as he ran with the others to where Wylarin disappeared. When they peered over the ledge, they saw the spider upright and still powered up with Wylarin still seated looking perfectly fine if not a bit startled. When she felt the stares of her friends, she looked over and smiled at them brightly. Bastian sighed and put his staff away, shoulders slumping in relief. 

“Maybe someone should ride with you and let you know if you’re gonna run off a ledge again.” Mirri suggested, jumping down from the ledge to better assess if her partner was alright or not. It seemed the other three companions took her suggestion and action as her volunteering herself because they all sat down and got ready to watch what could happen.

When she realized her mistake, the brunette whipped her head around to stare at her other partner, looking at the smug looking Imperial with a look of betrayal, “Basti, you can’t really think I was volunteering, where you?” She asked, her tone laced with mock offense. 

Bastian narrowed his eyes at his two partners before smiling coyly at Mirri, “You’ve made your choice so live with it”

[vaporizedbard]

Blackwood companion sketches plus Val, my vestige. 🏹 ✨ 

[itsfennix]

been struggling with the next chapter of Underneath Your Mask, so more of these in the mean time!!

side note: Pronunciation guide - Eilíse = eye-LEE-se, Kalara = kuh-LAH-ruh, Caraelin = cah-RAY-Lin

~

Eilíse: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Caraelin: Eilíse no.

Kalara: Mistlefoe.

Caraelin: Please stop encouraging them.

~

Fennorian: Gwendis, can I talk to you for a second?

Gwendis: Yeah, what's up? Lemme guess. You and Eilíse are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Fennorian: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I've read books.

~

Caraelin: While I'm gone, Kalara, you're in charge.

Kalara: Yes!!!

Caraelin, whispering: Eilíse, you're secretly in charge.

Eilíse: Obviously.

~

Caraelin: WHY. why did you give Kalara a KNIFE?!

Eilíse: I'm sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Caraelin: Now I feel unsafe!

Eilíse: I'm sorry.

Eilíse: ... would you like a knife?

~

*Squad reactions to being told 'I love you'*

Caraelin: I love you

Ember: Thanks fam!

Bastian: oh no

Isobel: *cries* Draigh, I love you too!

Azandar: Sounds fake but okay

Mirri: *A flustered mess*

Sharp, sarcastically: can i get a refund

vs

Eilíse: I love you

Ember: *laughs* No shit

Bastian: I thought we were past this…

Isobel: *holds back tears* Mhm!!

Azandar, proud: Progress has been made, cohort!

Mirri, genuinely surprised but in a good way: I didn’t know you knew how to do that!

Sharp, not angrily: Shut the fuck up… Don’t make me say it. You already know it.

vs

Kalara: I love you

Ember: *genuinely cries happy tears*

Bastian: Well, I sure hope you do

Isobel, holding a golden grail out*: Avaunt, foul Daedra worshipper! In the name of Stendarr, I command thee, BEGONE!

Azandar: Cohort, your affection is reciprocated! Now, back to our research-

Mirri: Aight

Sharp: … What?

~

Eilíse, nonchalantly: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?

Fennorian, oblivious: Excuse me Mx. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you?

Gwendis: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

~

Kalara: Well Caraelin, whenever I'm about to do something, I think ‘would Eilíse do that?' and if they would, I do not do that thing.

Caraelin: ..

Eilíse, from the distance: They're not wrong though!

~

Eilíse: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, l'd just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Kalara: …

Kalara: I'm gonna tell them.

Caraelin: Don't you dare.

~

Caraelin: Would you slap Kalara-

Eilíse: Yes.

Caraelin: I didn't even finish!

Eilíse: Sorry, continue.

Caraelin: Would you slap Kalara for 10 dollars?

Eilíse: I would do it for free.

Kalara: Rude...

~

Caraelin: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

Eilíse: Well, that's just your personal opinion, I don't have anger issues. Do you guys think I have anger issues?

Kalara: Well, I wouldn't really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

~

Lyris at the post-Markarth party: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they're loved. Eilíse has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.

Fennorian: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don't want to be at?

Lyris: I knew you'd understand.

~

Kalara: Gods damn it, the printer broke while printing out Eilíse’s birthday invitations.

Caraelin: Well, what are they supposed to say?

Kalara: "Eilíse's birthday".

Caraelin: So, what do they say instead?

Kalara: "Eilíse's bi".

Caraelin:

Caraelin: Works out either way.

~

Eilíse: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things.

Fennorian, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too.

Lyris, internally screaming: Wow, Eilíse was late too! What a coincidence!

~

Fennorian: Oh my Eilíse.

Gwendis: Don't you mean 'oh my gods?’

Fennorian: You worship your god, I'll worship mine.

[vaporizedbard-blog]

I feel like these two screenshots somehow encapsulate Mirri and Bastian's dynamic with Valyne. Val and Mirri are always ready to collide headfirst into mystery and mischief, laughing often. With Bastian, Val tends to be a little more mellow, temperate in her approach; a distance firmly maintained gradually obscures.

[madamefluffnstuff]

Yeah I definitely feel like Bastian would be the type to sleep his problems away..

Isobel: What do you guys do when you’re stressed? Ember: Try and calm myself down! Bastian: Sleep. Mirri: Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out. Aileth: I don’t.

[vvardenfellash]

(if you do ship your vestige with someone not on this list reblog and tag the npc)

[harlequinalis]

Anyways now that I'm posting more art here and have already outed myself as a long-time elder scrolls online fan I might as well dump some of my older (some very old 💀) eso doodles that I don't hate lol, enjoy!

[chaoticsleepygremlin]

Posting this on here because I have more followers than my art blog-

Both Mirri and Bastian stared at her before screaming out in utter shock, especially knowing that these events happened not long before they met their companion.

"HOW MANY OTHER THINGS HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"...I may need to sit down and think on that one, there's a lot."

"OH MY GODS"

[bother-blame]

thinking about how the blackwood companions probably had no idea what they were getting into when they decided to help the vestige (especially if the vestige hasn’t done a lot of the major story yet and isn’t well known.)

like. you’re mirri/bastian. a random adventurer crosses your path and decides to help you out. since they did you a solid, you decide to offer to help them out in turn. you don’t quite know what this person might need your assistance with, but you expect it won’t be anything too intense.

you have to reconsider this assumption when your new friend asks for your help regarding something with the mages guild, and you end up in the shivering isles. while you’re there you get to listen to sheogorath and the arch-mage shalidor have a shouting match. both of them somehow know your friend. your friend treats this like it’s a normal tirdas.

[itsfennix]

Slowly but surely chipping away at this massive piece of ALL my companions and Vestiges! I’m doing the companions first and am currently finishing up Izzy. After that, finish Bastian’s legs, clean up Sharp’s lines, and then start Ember and Mirri!

This is taking… a while lmao and I’m expecting it to take a lot longer still

[stephlynndrawings]

All prompts used in this were sent from the @nirnwrote discord Prompt 1: "You're telling me this is the only room they had left?" Prompt 2: "I can't let you sleep on the floor. Here, get in the bed with me." Prompt 3: "You're so warm"

Traveling with close friends was a wonderful experience , especially if you and your friends were an example of friendship despite the war between your races. Or at least, that’s how Wylarin, Bastian, and Mirri saw it. 

Sure, they got looks sometimes, but otherwise, they couldn’t be happier when with the others in their trio. They had each others backs and after growing closer, learned each other's secrets and their pasts. They even met each other's families! 

Needless to say, they were more than comfortable with each other. Some would even dare to say that the three were developing into something more precious and special than just a friendship that could last for life…

Due to their closeness, spending holidays together was a natural thing to expect and anticipate- which is what led the three to spending time together in Daggerfall for what was originally just a week of relaxation and time off from all the exploration and adventuring they did together; but wound up being planned around the time of Heart Day. (If later asked, all three would adamantly refute the idea of it being on purpose, but it was clear it was no accident.) 

As the three dismounted their mounts and left them in the care of the closest stable, it was clear just what was being celebrated. Merchants sold more flowers than normal and couples could be seen all over the city, holding hands and overall being very romantic. 

“Oh! I forgot it was close to Heart Day.” Bastian breathed, his eyes wide and his cheeks dusted in pink. 

Wylarin and Mirri exchanged looks before both shrugged, clearly trying to act innocent in the “mixup” as well.

“Oh well, it shouldn’t matter. We’ll just have to be more open when trying to find a room.” Mirri suggested, smiling at the flustered imperial,

“Yeah! Plus, I’m excited to try more candied fruits, and I think I heard someone mention those being popular around this time.” Wylarin agreed, her eyes sparkling at the idea of trying something she only recently got introduced to.

The two taller members of their little group shared fond looks, both pleased that their bosmer companion was taking to new foods so well. They decided to indulge her and talked about more foods they thought could be available as they headed to the nearest tavern. 

Just like outside on the streets, the inside of the tavern was full of couples of all shapes and sizes, the bards playing songs of love and the famous lovers of past centuries. All in all, the atmosphere was very romantic, and none of the three missed it. 

They were all a little pink in the face when they approached the innkeeper, Gregoire. The Breton man merely raised a brow in surprise seeing three people before him but otherwise smiled warmly, “Welcome to the Rosy Lion. Here for a room?” He asked rather bluntly, a knowing look in his eyes. 

Bastian bit his lip and turned his face away quickly, his ears starting to flush as well. Mirri tried to contain her laughter while Wylarin nodded obliviously, a smile on her face as she worked on getting the three rooms.

“Yes indeed, two rooms please. Or, if rooms are hard to come by, then one with multiple beds please.” She stated sweetly, putting on her most charming attitude. 

The Innkeeper chuckled and put down the tankard he had started to dry, resting his elbows on the counter to give the bosmer his full attention, “Sorry, Ma’am, but we’re out of rooms that match that description, but,” he paused to nod at the other two potential customers, “I think I have one that’ll work for the three of you.” He said, reaching down under the counter to fish out the key he was looking for. 

Once Gregiore was successful in his search, he placed the brass key on the worn countertop, “Our last available room, situated on the second floor with a great view.” Wylarin grinned, blue eyes lighting up in delight, “Sounds lovely, how much for a week’s stay?” She asked. Bastian made a choked sound, well aware what it sounded like to outside ears. To save the poor man from dying right then and there, Mirri stepped forward and placed a hand on Wylarin’s shoulder. “Wy, how about we only stay two days. We can travel around and maybe head to Wayrest . I hear that the markets are great this time of the year.” She suggested, cleverly using Wylarin’s interest in window-shopping to her advantage. 

The redheaded bosmer fell for the trap and looked up at the other elf with her mouth shaped like an ‘o’ before eagerly nodding. Wylarin looked back at the very amused Innkeeper and nodded her head at the dunmer, “Actually, how much for two days?” “Since you’re visiting on the holiday, the room is free of charge.” He said warmly, sliding the key over to the two women. A dainty hand grabbed the key and the three were off, climbing the stairs to the room inscribed on the key, leaving a chuckling breton in their wake. 

As they climbed the stairs, the bard playing started singing the Legend of the Lovers, the tune light and allowing the words to carry more meaning. The music lifted any lowered spirits and by the time the trio got to their room, Mirri was actively humming along while Wylarin swayed. Even Bastian couldn’t help the smile that was on his face. 

“I hope the view is as good as the Innkeeper said.” Wylarin mused, sliding the key into the lock. She turned with a satisfying click and she opened the door with no protest. However, the humming and smiles faded when they saw the layout of the room. There was indeed a view, but the bed was a double. Bastian groaned a withering sound, his face turning red as he held his face in his hands, his bag on the floor forgotten.  Mirri had a pinched look on her face, her grey cheeks purple looking from her own blush. “You’re telling me this is the only room they had left?” She asked, voice coming out squeaky from surprise. Wylarin shot them both confused looks before looking over the room again and smiled with the self assurance that led many to trust her judgment. “I think it’s charming!” She declared matter of factly, a cheeky grin at the way the two seemed to relax at her decision. 

Bastian took a deep breath before calming down all the way, his blue eyes shining in a teasing way as he lunged forward, scooping the smaller redhead up and held her up in the air, “If you’re so sure, then test out the bed!” He declared, striding over to the bed while keeping a firm hold on the laughing woman in his arms. He tossed her onto the quilted bedspread and laughed when the poor bosmer nearly bounced straight off it.

“Sorry Rin.” He apologized over laughter. 

The dunmer rolled her eyes at their antics and was quick to pull their discarded bags into the room before shutting the door for a sense of privacy. She set her own bag down on the ground before strolling over to the bed and flopped down to test how soft it was. She hummed in surprise before smiling at the two redheads who were looking at her with nearly matching sets of blue eyes. 

The trio spent the next several hours sprawled across the soft surface, chatting about just about any and everything they could think of, the room filling with the fading sunlight, casting golden light onto the trio of friends. Each felt something in their chests tighten as butterflies fluttered but none dared say a word while the world seemed to hold it’s tongue. 

Instead of going down for dinner, they pulled out rations and passed around various things to share, not daring to break the comforting atmosphere they had built for themselves. Soft touches and near kisses littered their skin until the lights of the twin moons lit up the night sky, the silvery light breaking their reverie. 

Bastian cleared his throat, pulling away from the tangle of limbs he had just been apart of, his heart aching from the distance, “We should decide on who gets the bed. I vote for Wylarin, it was your charming attitude that got us the room in the first place.” He suggested, ignoring the fact that he was lying about his reasoning. 

Mirri nodded and also pulled away, her movements much more reluctant than the human’s. “I agree with Basti.” 

Both missed the hurt expression that flashed on the bosmer’s face, something akin to betrayal in her eyes as both pulled away from her in order to figure out their own sleeping places. Wylarin sat up, her brows pinched and her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip before her expression hardened into a stubborn look of determination.

Instead of saying anything right away, Wylarin got up and walked to her bag, turning away from her friends to change into her pajamas, not saying anything about how their pulling away made her feel. Once she was changed, she went back to the bed, situating herself in the center. After a cursory look at the two other people in the room, she cleared her throat, putting on her best innocent and sweet smile, while batting her eyelashes. 

  "I can't let you sleep on the floor. Here, get in the bed with me."  She offered with an air of ease in her voice but with an underlying edge of authority. She even pulled back the quilt and top sheet, an invitation in all but words. 

Mirri and Bastian looked at her  with wide eyes, suddenly feel far out of their depths as they fell for the trap their beloved bosmer friend had set. Of the two, Mirri was the first one to get up and accept a place in the bed, sitting next to Wylarin as the two redheads had a staredown. 

With the added stare of ruby red eyes, Bastian crumbled like a tower of wet sand and he too joined the women in bed, face pink and ear tips red. The moment he sat down on the other side of Wylarin, the smallest member of the trio let out a surprised sound,  her eyes wide. “You’re so warm!” She exclaimed, before diving across his lap to all but force the poor imperial into the middle of the bed, his face growing more and more red as the seconds passed.  Once everyone was settled again, Mirri hummed in amusement, “You are warm, Basti!” She declared, earning a muffled groan from the long-suffering man next to her, the imperial clearly and wholeheartedly flustered from the situation. 

“Alright, new rule for the night, no more mentioning my body temperature! Let's just sleep, please.” Bastian all but begged, any and all of his chivalrous charm thrown out the window when it came to the two elves. 

With matching giggles, the two women conceded and blew out the candles on the nightstands, laying their heads down and turning away to let the man relax, knowing not to push his buttons any more for the night. 

When the soft rays of light of the morning sun shone into the room, the three were pressed against each other, Bastian being used as a pillow by both Mirri and Wylarin, every one of them wearing matching smiles on their faces as they dreamed of what could be.

[itsfennix]

Eilíse, The Vestige, Guardian of The Reach

Age: 22

Gender: Non-binary

Pronouns: she/they

Race: Half-Altmer, Half-Reachman

Hair: black, medium length, wavy-curly

Eyes: red, formerly blue

Class: Nightblade

Curse: Vampire

Proficiencies: dual-wielding, shadow magic, soul magic, stealth, assassination

Partner: Fennorian Ravenwatch

Friends: Mirri Elendis, Isobel Veloise, Ember, Sharp-as-Night,

Allies: Azandar al-Cybiades, Adusa-daro and Gwendis of House Ravenwatch, Lyris Titanborn, Bastian Hallix

plus... doggo!!!

[stephlynndrawings]

Today is day 5 of @tes-summer-fest ! Today's prompts were Divine/ Language. I went with language!

Tag list: @cwahsont

(Anyone else who wants to be tagged lmk)

[stephlynndrawings]

"... What race am I?" She asked, hoping she wouldn't have to spell it out for them.

"A bosmer." Both answered her, secretly sharing worried looks because to them it seemed she was forgetting who she was.

"Okay… what's the dietary restrictions for bosmer again? I forget…"

"carniv… Oh. OH- Bastian she can't eat plants!"

A little thing I thought of when playing on ESO today: "what if Bastian made a potion for a bosmer vestige but they couldn't eat it because its got plants in it" and since I play as a bosmer, I just kinda... wrote it. For me, its canon that the vestige, Mirri and Bastian all share a brain cell.

[stephlynndrawings]

Basically a bunch of eso, skyrim, ect one shots I have planned/ will come up with later 🙈🤷🏻‍♀️

The first chapter is my dragon born Elruin meeting Wylarin, my eso vestige.

[stephlynndrawings]

It wasn't long until Wylarin froze, her blue eyes narrowing before launching herself at a camouflaged creature, yelling out a battle cry. After that, Bastian and Mirri lost sight of her, only seeing faint movement where she had gone but were surprised when they heard unknown voices.

"WYLARIN!!!! Oh bless Y’ffre, You're alive!" A feminine voice exclaimed, her accent showing she was a native of Valenwood and the choked tone showing she was most likely crying or on the verge. The fact that the unknown people knew their love's name spurred them to run in the direction, and were soon face to face with a Bosmeri group hug