#but I do play a necromancer

[ladysnowfaerie]

Most of the people in the reblogs haven't even played through the Gold Road.

POV: Todd Howard has asked you to sit down and discuss Elder Scrolls lore with him for the next three months.

[homeofwyrm]

1.) First time doing any comic style post here, so apologies if it's not very optimal lol

2.) Also mostly exploring what style i wanna do, so this is a little test. I forgor how hard this is

3.) Everyone was so nice on the band au poster here we are.

This is pre-band coming together (part 1)

[missygoesmeow]

sooooo i got a new video game :)

[royalich]

He is so effortlessly full of swag and grace

[quill-pen]

Soooo, you know that part where Rook and Emmrich argue before the final battle, and the game gives you those three options to pick from? And EACH ONE still results in a fight?

Which on do you see G’iney choosing, if she had to? Because I get three totally different vibes from each, and I’m curious which one she’d default to.

Ooh, this was a hard one because the argument is just so... nothing. Barest of bare bones. (No offense, Manfred.) And awkward. And I can only really imagine Guinevere and Emmrich getting much deeper into it than the game seems to let you, with much more passion, raised voices, feelings and worries shouted, etc, probably ultimately ending in some form of affectionate touch, whether or not they actually really come to an agreement at the end.

Ex. Guinevere stopped at the corner and turned to look back towards the dejected necromancer, leaning wearily against his desk. Her heart thrummed with a sudden ache that dampened the annoyance she felt at his stubbornness. What he had said to her was aggravating... but it didn't feel right to leave things like this. She didn't want him reading too much into it. And honestly, neither did she. Turning on her heel, the young mage came back to the man. She reached out to take one of his large, elegant hands in her dainty one and pulled it to wrap his arm around her waist. She moved into embrace him. Instinctively, Emmrich brought his other arm around to encircle her as well. Guinevere reached up to cup his jaw in a palm and draw him closer down to her height. Moving up on tiptoe, she touched her lips to his ever so tenderly. A quiet moan sighed from her lungs as he indulged the contact, nudging deeper into the kiss to embrace her lips with his own. Despite what lay before them, there was no hurry, no haste. All there was at that moment were two devoted lovers enveloped in a soft, sweet exchange. When they finally parted, they remained close, brows touching, noses brushing together as they gazed deeply into the other's eyes. "Emmrich," Guinevere breathed after a moment, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb, "I'm not giving up so easily. On anything." A spark of hope that seemed to have gone out of Emmrich's eyes during their argument glimmered to life again deep within his hazel depths as he picked up on her meaning. His hold on her tightened gently, pulling her still closer. "Then neither shall I," he murmured sincerely, "my darling Rook." And he angled his mouth against hers for another gentle kiss that she eagerly obliged.

That said, you asked if she HAD to choose what the game offered. It would probably be the "I mean something to you!" option. That feels most like her out of the three. The first option kind of shoves Emmrich's insecurity in his face, and I don't ever see G'iney doing that, as she hates to have that done to her. And the last option feels just a bit too cheeky for her, especially considering the topics of love and someone being in love with her. But her kind of teasing him about being able to say he cares about her but not go all the way to say he loves her feels mostly in line with her. "You know, it'd take a lot less time to say "I love you" than "I care for you deeply" and mean the same thing, Mr. Always-chooses-his-words-carefully."

[invinciblerodent]

actual image of me trying to figure out what class to choose for my Rook so i'll have one of each possible class in my 3 person party as I drag my love interest and my best friend through the ass end of Thedas

[amygdalae]

I played some more of beloved video game Elf Pictures (the game where I make an elf and take lots of pictures of him). and I took more elf pictures

[convexicalcrow]

The False Necromancer (1/?)

Look, I'd be lying if I said I was surprised it took them this long to chase me out of the city. Well, I was also surprised at the chasing out of the city part, if I'm honest. I thought they'd hand me over to the Inquisitors, but no, they just burnt my house and told me to leave. Jokes on them, I had secured my journals of research away with a close confidante, so I can rebuild all my steam-powered contraptions in a new place. I don't think I'll go to another city though. Probably safer to be on my own, tucked away in a forest somewhere, where they can't find me.

It's not like I mind being alone. I would have liked to have my confidante with me, but he had unshakable commitments at the University and could not leave with me. I may see him again some day. At least I was able to get my journals back before we said goodbye.

The gall of them to condemn me as a necromancer though! I am no such thing! The only magic I dabble in is alchemy. I have refined and perfected the techniques for making pure metals, and creating my own substances from the Sun itself. My craft was one I taught to myself, as no one would teach a woman. Alchemy was not at all suited for a woman. And yet, with it, I thrived, moreso than I did when I was studying with a cunningwoman. She was thrown to the fires eventually, though, like a lot of them were. So many good people burnt and killed because some men were afraid of witches.

I'm not sure why I was spared. Why did those same men who pointed so many fingers point a finger at me and then turn away in the dead of night? Why call me a necromancer and then not report me to the Inquisitors? Necromancy is a heresy, it should have been reported. And yet, instead, my house was burnt, and I was exiled. Me alone, I was allowed to live.

It hardly seems fair. I knew they'd come for me one day. I knew it as soon as the Inquisitors' Office was set up. I had made plans to escape. I just didn't get time to execute them. I could hae done without two nights in a dungeon though. Perhaps someone whispered in their ears to let me go. I can't imagine why though. I should have been tried as a witch like all the others. I should have died along with all the others.

It weighs heavy on my heart, and I am glad to be away from that place. They all practiced necromancy. Everyone knows it. They write these books condemning the practice, all the while saying thing like, well if I was going to summon a demon, here's how I'd do it. And then recite the necromanctic manuals word for word. Treasonous men.

I was no saint, of course. One doesn't become an alchemist and not get their hands dirty. It comes with the territory. And I must say, working with these pure metals changes you. I have seen my gods in their shimmer, felt their presence in the heat of my burning glass, watched in awe as two metals fuse into something else. It is magic, it is heresy, it is not necromancy.

But in truth, I know what they condemned me for. I discovered a way to harness the power of steam to energise and power contraptions the like of which the world has not yet ever seen. Copper, my beloved copper, has proved to be the key. Copper and lodestones. I have made lightning in my elaboratory! My experiments have shown the power of steam to create lightning! And with lightning, and the right metals, I have made things move, and fly, and heat up, and glow! All because I boiled some water and captured the steam, forcing it through a small pipe across a fan that I made, with four blades on an angle, that spins when the steam passes it, and this empowers the copper to make the lightning! It arcs across to nearby metals. It creates visible light that crackles and fizzes and excites the hair on my head. The air smells so strongly afterwards, it's intoxicating. And I was the one who created it. Me! They burnt my house down, but no matter. They will regret the fact that they did not kill me.

[rosenfey]

in other news im stuck because now I have to choose which elite necro spec to go for first... the agony of choice 🙃

[violetgarlends]

i love fxmq so much but also like. god. fenglian. they’re not even a ship to me they’re like a concept. a state of mind. a constant of the universe

[nympippi]

Griffin Blake!! Is up next :D

Griffin in this au, is well…finally being seen. He has the friends he’s desperately wanted, the family that he’s dreamed of (sorta), and he gets a second chance at life.

Griffin also really likes books, specifically books about nature, and space but he’ll also read the occasional fantasy fiction book like the Magic Treehouse or Junie B. Jones. He just loves reading and learning new things, Griffin is also very perceptive, he can go unnoticed for a while and can watch people to see their patterns or even their secrets.

Out of all the boys, Griffin is the most happy with his situation. However he still does have trauma from his kidnapping,

He has reoccurring nightmares about him still being in the basement and still being dead. He has nightmares about Finney and the other boys abandoning him, and making him go back to being the kid nobody knew.

He refuses to go anywhere alone, if its not any of the boys or Finn walking beside him, he’s not going until they are. He’s a 10 year old kid, he’s clingy and anxious about dying again and losing everyone he loves and losing the life he has now.

Finney is almost always with him, never fully leaving unless Griffin isn’t trailing close behind because he knows that fear all too well.

Griffin also is a little self conscious about his big neck scar, so he asked Robin for a bandanna to cover it up and of course Robin obliged because he also tries to cover his up so he’s not going to deny Griffin that. Gwen made them all bracelets, for her, Finn, and Griffin. Each of their corresponding colors matching them.

[arlathen]

veilguard fucking rocks dude i go from learning earth shattering lore about my favorite guy by talking to a fragment of one of the gods to going on a haunted mansion ghost hunt with emmrich where the evil necromancer at the end all but flips us off and does a backflip into a fade rift. like back to back quests here. i love it. peak dragon age.

[harvestmoth]

i feel like every few months i remember this au and end up just redrawing iroha

[invinciblerodent]

Hm.

This looks like a thought I should scoop up and run far, far away with, don't you think?

[warlordfelwinter]

my new mournwatcher rook, zalan ingellvar (he/him)