#eliana evergreen

[inevitablemoment]

Chapter 22: Home Again

When they all return to the lake house.

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I'VE DONE IT! I DID IT!

[rheya28]

DMC - [Chapter 2: Bike Ride] Eliana arrived at Copperdale last week. She's not quite done unpacking and cleaning but she needed a break. She asked her aunt if she could borrow their bicycle so she can explore town a little bit. This place is so different from Evergreen Harbor...different in a good way.

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[rwbyazre]

in your au did ozpin as the infinite man create the circle organisation?

Ozpin himself didn't create the organisation since the Academies and the inner circle were all created at the same time. The one who created it was Headmistress Osian Evergreen, the host before Ozpin, and even she couldn't bring Atlas and Mistral into the fold until the Four Kingdoms Unification Act of 30MTP.

It was that same year that she would step down as headmistress and vanish from the public eye, but she would carry on working with the new circle with her partner Emilia until she finally passed away from the complications brought on as Ozma's host.

When Ozma reincarnated into Ozpin, he was told of the organisation and urged to take the next spot as headmaster on the recommendation of Emilia to the council, as she was told everything by Osian decades prior as Ozma's host.

When Ozpin took over as Headmaster in 47MTP, he found that most of the previous members had left. Shade's headmistress, Mombi Ofer, left to focus on ensuring Vacuo didn't crumble after the end of the Atlesian Occupation.

Atlas' headmistress, General Fern Kuklip, refused to wait and instead was leading her armies against the Solitas people in hopes of expanding Atlas' territories and gain more access to the valuable Dust deposits.

Haven's headmaster, Long Sunwu, was caught in the political turmoil following not only Mistral's defeat in the war, but the economic loss with all its territories outside Anima being seized by Vacuo and Vale. He was a member of the Long family, which is what Yang and Ruby are from, and the betrayal of Long Qinri ended with not only her being disgraced, but the entire Long family tree.

So much so that they were labelled Xiaolong instead, mimicking the smaller cowards compared to their bigger, more honorable ancestors that sided with Mistral.

So, Ozpin barely had anyone left in the circle, and instead worked to having the next generation in his circle to help him in this life.

The first was Eliana Kokkinos, who joined when she took over as Shade's Headmistress in 63MTP, then it was James Ironwood when he became Headmaster in 68MTP, and then the final headmistress was Haven's Tong Jin, who became Haven's headmistress in 69MTP following the assassination of Sunwu.

There were other members that joined as well, Team SRTQ were officially brought in their last year of Beacon in 61MTP, though Raven and Taiyang would quickly leave in the next year due to Yang being born in 62.

Qrow and Summer remained however, and while Ozpin made sure his fellow members could trust him, he struggled more and more with trusting them over the years and made sure anyone who could potentially find out was vetted hard.

So much so that the only people to officially join the group was Seigyoku in 73, Roxanne in 77, and both Winter and the Ace Ops in 79.

This doesn't include the Maidens, who are always brought into the circle if possible. The ones Ozpin and the circle manage to find are Amber Pine (Fall), Fria (Winter), and Chavi Kokkinos (Summer). The Spring Maiden, Odstesteg, was with Jin but ran away the same year Jin became headmistress, due to using the Lamp and finding out about Ozma's secrets.

[archesa]

Tag 9 people you'd like to know better

I was tagged by @your-toxic-cat-universe ,@legendaryskyscale and @moonlit-grove in that order :) Thanks a lot gentlefolks! 🥰

1. three ships

Alright, 3 asks, so 3 flavours for 9 ships! Let's do this!

The Guild Wars armada

Trammander, obviously.

Canach x Galaëd, obviously too ^^ (but any flavour of Canach x Commander (Canmander?) is a delight! 💚)

And @lilypixy 's Rorschach x Sieran 💜

The other video games armada

Ulfric Stormcloak x Dragonborn (specifically Eliana Evergreen, my DB) (Skyrim)

Chloe x Nadine (Uncharted)

Hank x Connor (Detroit : Become Human)

The villain x heroine armada... only one of these canonically end well, can you guess which? 😄

Darklina (Shadow and Bone)

Entrapdak (She-ra 2018)

The ship that shan't be named (The movie that shan't be named)

2. last song

I... actually haven't listened to music since... Christmas. 😶 Okay that can explain my kinda depressed mood. So last songs were probably from Michael Buble's christmas albums 😅🎄

3. last movie

Glass Onion (2022) and Knives Out (2019)... I hadn't seen any before last week end and I loved these movies so SO much!!

And before that... ah yes, Quo Vadis (1951)! I've recently discovered a love for classic Hollywood peplums and watched this and Cleopatra (1963) during the holiday season !

4. currently reading

If by "currently reading" you mean "started reading 6 months ago, stopped halfway and didn't pick up again... yet", then that's The Silmarilion. I started reading it over the summer, and haven't touched it since I moved out... Let's pin that to our 2023 resolution list!

5. currently watching

Rewatching "The Good Place", an "Alien Isolation" playthrough, by my favorite streamer Seroths and an "Until Dawn" playthrough by Seroths... all while playing GW2 with my husband ^^

6. currently consuming

Breakfast ^^ Cereals with a tiny bit of milk (otherwise they become soggy and I can't eat them) Got an appointment in about 1 hour so I'm engaging waiting mode, but I'll probably eat lunch afterwards... Fried eggs with, I don't know, perhaps green beans or peas...

7. currently craving

La Dolce Vita's "London" pizza 🍕 Thin crust, tomato sauce, mozzarella and emmental cheese, country ham, potatoes, bacon strips and button mushrooms !

Thanks a lot for this bunch of asks :) I tag in return... @kerra-and-company @i-mybrunettelady @dumb-dumb-mander and @dasozelotvonnebenan 😄

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

453 of 2022

The Letter E (True or False)

Created by joybucket

Your name starts with an E. You've been to England. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 You celebrate Easter. 🐣 You enjoy reading Ecclesiastes. 📖 You've been friends with an Emily. You like eggs. 🍳 You own a shirt with an elephant on it. 🐘 You've seen the movie Elf. 🧝🎄 You like English accents. You owned an Etch a Sketch when you were younger. You've met someone named Ecko. You've been friends with an Erica. You believe in eternity. You've met someone named Epiphany. You've met someone named Ember. You've witnessed an eclipse. You could be described as emo. You like the name Eliana. You like the color emerald green. You like Earl Gray tea. ☕️ You have a very easygoing personality. You've never been to Europe. You've met someone from Ethiopia. 🇪🇹 You like eggnog. You used to visit the everGirl website. ....and you listened to the everGirl song. ....and you owned an everGirl computer game. You like the name Ezra for a boy. You've colored Easter eggs. You've seen an Exit sign that wasn't red. You think it's cool when buildings have an echo. You've eaten a salad with edamame. You've done something extremely embarrassing. You're embarrassed easily. You like the word "ecclesia." ....and you know what it means without looking it up. You went to school for engineering. You believe we live in an enchanted realm. ✨ You've worn earrings recently. You have your ears pierced. 👂 You have more than one piercing in each ear. You've had a teacher that was quite eccentric. You like the name Ellery. You've painted using an easel. You don't really like the name Edward. You own a pack of envelopes. ✉️ You're known for being energetic. 🤸‍♂️ You think "Eerie Acres" is a good name for a cemetery. 🪦 You've watched the talk show Ellen. You had eggs for breakfast this morning. 🍳 You've found a bird's nest with eggs in it. 🪺 You've egged someone's house. 🏡 🥚 You've wanted to egg someone's house. 🏡 🥚 You like to eat eggs on salads. 🥗 You like to eat deviled eggs. You like scrambled eggs. You've lived on a street with "East" in its name. You've been friends with an Emma. You've never really liked the name Erin. There are a ton of evergreen trees in your area. 🌲 You've worn an evening gown. 💃 You prefer evenings to mornings. Your decorating style is very eclectic. You have errands to run today or tomorrow. You listen to Elton John. You listen to Elvis Presley. You went to school with an Evan. You owned an Easy Bake Oven as a kid. 🍩 You've never been to Ethiopia. 🇪🇹 You've never been to Eritrea. 🇪🇷 You like to eat chocolate eclairs. You have English ancestry. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 You have a Facebook friend named Elle. You've met an elderly woman named Eleanor. You've taken a close-up picture of your eye. 👁 Your favorite Disney princess is Elsa. You're an entertainer. You want to work as an entertainer. You've never dressed up as an elf. You've never climbed Mount Everest. You're a very easy person to get along with. You have an Elf on the Shelf. You've sent an e-mail within the last 24 hours. You like the verse, "They will fly on wings like eagles...." 🦅 You've eating something right now. You're going to eat soon. You've never pet an emu. You're ecstatic about something right now. 😃 You've experienced a sense of euphoria after taking a pill. 💊 (nah, but it keeps me from bad things, so) You've been to an Elton John concert. 🎶 Your parents were elders at a church. You've seen a Dr. Ebner. You've been evicted from an apartment. You like to clean chalkboard erasers. You like elephants. 🐘 You've ridden an elephant. 🐘 You have a cousin named Eliana. You live on Planet Earth. 🌍 ....but sometimes you want to go to Mars. 🚀 🔴 You enjoyed this survey.

[elianaevergreenstormcloak]

[wildlilaccdciris]

Wednesday, September 25th

To help ring in the new season I took a small group out on a neighborhood walk to look at fallen leaves from trees and consider what trees they were from, why they were falling, and why they might look different from one another. Almost immediately we noticed some maple leaves on the ground - or, it was decided that they were maple leaves after the group of scientists gathered around the identification page and compared the leaf against the ones on the sheet. "It's deeeeeefinitely this one," Quillin remarked. "Yeah! Cause it's the same shape, see," as Eliana traced her fingers around the leaf and the picture, comparing the two shapes. All were in agreement that the leaf was a maple, but we had yet to decide which tree it fell from. "Well it's not from this tree," Sage said, pointing at an evergreen nearby. "That's got pokies not leaves it's this tree," Solly offered, pointing up at the tree towering over us. The group was once again in agreement.

We crossed the street and came across some kind of bush. "Don't eat those! Those are poison berries. See. Cause the leaves are pointy," Sage pointed at the leaves. "Those are for birds." "Haha, birdberries!" Solly laughed as he gently ran his finger over the Holly leaves, feeling the points at the end of each tip. On the corner of 74th and Center there's a really tall tree, just inside the yard of a white house. The group was super excited to investigate because we found not only leaves, but seed shells too! Solly and Quillin were torn about whether the leaves were Sumac or Ash. "See it's long like this one," Solly offered. "But it's not so pointy," Quillin responded. We decided to try and look at any of the seed fragments we could find to decide if that revealed any more information. "Here's a seed!" Eliana held up a fragment of a shell, and together the group pieced together enough fragments to try and guess at what the tree was. "I think it's a Chestnut tree," Solly said, pointing to the bristly chestnut pods. "No, I think it's the Ash tree, cause the shell doesn't have all the spikes." Owen SL offered.

We continued like this around the neighborhood - stopping at each leaf and tree that we found, checking it against the pictures we'd brought, sometimes drawing conclusions and sometimes feeling stumped. The Irises were especially excited about leaves we found that looked nothing like the images I brought with us. Mystery trees!

It was so nice to take a walk around the neighborhood and become a little more deeply acquainted with the plants that grow here. Sage was super excited to share his knowledge about berries that are poisonous to people, but not birds. Quillin and Solly loved getting to compare leaves with one another, even if they didnt' always agree. Eliana enjoyed the way that seeds felt in her hands, twirling a little maple helicopter between her fingers and watching it spin. Quinn and Owen SL were excited at the chance to get to go on a walk with one another - finding their own joys on the invitation. But no matter what any one of us was looking at, we were all spending our time outside and getting to know one another and the plants that canopy us a little better. I'm looking forward to going out on more exploration walks with these scientists in the future!

- Autumn

[inevitablemoment]

Chapter 14: How I Hope They Shine

Oscar finally meets his Aunt Cathleen again after all of these years.

Counterpoint to When They Point To The Pictures.

[archesa]

"The bandit leader of Gallows Rock is dead.", the young woman announced. "I… was too late for Gilfre", she regretted, "but the outsider population can be assured these thugs won't be of any threat in the future."

Jorleiff took note of her success, not bothering to hide his appreciation.

A month that these men had taken over Gallows Rock Fort, driving out the Necromancers that had before inhabited those halls; at first, they caused little trouble - occasionally, a merchant would complain about his stock of salt disappearing while he was negotiating the pelts and leather the men sold in quantity - but everything had changed two weeks ago, when they violently raided upon a mill, burned the lumber to ashes and abducted the lone mill-owner. Yet with the war they couldn't gather enough men to quell with security problems within the hold.

Bounties were piling up and no one seemed to be inclined to take care of them, until a few days ago, when the Dragonborn first asked him about an attack on a Khajit caravan somewhere on the road to Riften. The responsible - a group of bandits who had found refuge in the caves of Cragwallow Slope - had been brought to justice within the day, and lots of others had since known the same fate: the giant harassing the stormcloaks' outpost by the White-River, the bandits who attacked Anga's mill and whom she tracked to their hide-out somewhere in the Uttering Hills, and a threatening number of Frostbite spiders that inhabited a cave too close from the Eldergleam Sanctuary and occasionally attacked pilgrims.

"I suppose some kind of a reward is in order.", the steward stated, searching through his notebook for the copy of the bounty note concerning her prize. "Four-hundred septims."

"I… just want enough to get my cuirass repaired and my sword sharpened.", Eliana stated with a smile. "Fifty septims are more than enough. The rest will be more useful in the hold's treasury. I do not do that for gold."

"Why then?", a third, deep voice asked.

The young woman turned to her left and respectfully bowed before the jarl.

"I have my reasons.", she smiled.

"And I will not tolerate my soldier's motive to be hidden from me."

Eliana stiffened. His tone was hard and unyielding. She was no longer the Dragonborn; she was a soldier and he was her commanding officer. And she hated that!

"I… spoke with Brunwulf Free Winter, who told me about the attack on Mixwater mill, and the outlaws of Gallows Rock."

The mere mention of the man's name made his skin crawl. Thirty years of bad thoughts and hardened will stood between them; thirty years of unforgiving hatred only veiled with respect - a respect slowly torn apart by fire and steel as the war raged on.

Brunwulf made no mystery that he supported the Empire, and Ulfric had started suspecting the mutual grudge would even have convinced him to directly help the Legion somehow.

"And you blindly denied our oath to me, and offered yourself to his service.", he hissed, his rugged face contorted with anger, his fists clenched, knuckles white, but his eyes gleaming with something that deeply hurt Eliana: disappointment.

She remained speechless, unable to comprehend the accusation, unable to defend herself. The shocked incomprehension on her face infuriated him even more.

"I did no such thing.", she breathed. "Windhelm counts more soldiers this week than it ever did these past few months. You didn't need my protection. I took the initiative…"

"You have no initiatives to take.", the jarl cut, his voice low and dangerous. "Need I remind you of your place?"

Eliana fought the urge to step back as he threateningly advanced on her.

"You're a soldier. A stormcloak. And as such you answer to my word and my word only; obey my every order…"

'Submit to my every will.'

"I never asked much of you…"

'And I gave you much - no less my trust.'

"The least I expect in return is loyalty."

"Loyalty?", she repeated, breathless. "It… it is you who gave me the permission to act as I saw fit. 'Causing as much mayhem as possible for the Empire'. I… I thought I'd be more useful this way: securing the hold, ensuring the safety of its inhabitants."

"The safety of my people is no concern of yours.", he hissed. "You are no citizen of Windhelm, yourself.", he spat, finding a disturbing and painful comfort in the hurt he saw gleaming in her emerald green eyes - the relieving feeling that she somehow shared his pain. Denying the ache in her chest and the strangled sob stuck in her throat, Eliana stood her ground proudly, anger and pain slowly overwhelming her in a steady yet violent storm of emotions as Ulfric brought his voice lower.

"Dragonborn or not, you have no legitimacy, no right to claim yourself Windhelm's avowed protector."

"At least, one of us has to!"

"Enough!", he bellowed, the young woman unable to repress a jolt from the might of his voice. "You think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life?", he said as he closed the gap between them. "How to rule my kingdom?"

"Skyrim is not yours yet.", she pointed out angrily, "and I fear she might never be if you keep matching to the description the Empire makes of you!"

She'd gone too far, she knew, but there was no turning back now, and no way to take back her words. If the truth is always good to say, then no harm would come to her… if not… then she had no hope left… for her, for Skyrim, for him…

"Strength isn't enough to ensure unswerving loyalty, and a Moot doesn't make a King. The love of the people does."

She gathered whatever courage she had left and reached to take his hand, memories of the only time she had seen him in such a state of rage, and the only time they had been this close - memories of the night she had brought him the Thalmor dossier - flooding through her mind.

"I believe in you.", she whispered. "And my loyalty forever lies with you…"

"Yet you listen to the poisoned lies of sworn Imperial supporters.", he cut, his hand clenching hers tighter. All trace of wrath was slowly fading from his voice; only remained bitter disappointment and the sense of betrayal Eliana had distinguished in his look ever since the beginning of their argument.

"Yes I do.", she answered, emerald eyes locked on steel ones. "Because every word pronounced against you reflects the truth of what your own people think of you… Skyrim is home to more than just Nords. How do you intend to rule with half of your subjects convinced you despise them, and hating you in return? I know who you are. I believe in you.", she repeated. "And I don't need convincing. But others do… The Dark-Elves, they don't understand our fight, our craving for freedom, they never had to deal with the Aldmeri Dominion. All they see is that while we fight your way to the throne, they are abandoned to their misery, their concerns thrown aside, crushed under the weight of a war they don't rely to. That's why I do these mercenaries jobs, why I try to help them. I do it because I am sick and tired of hearing you are prejudiced towards Mer population, because I can't stand seeing our cause constantly discredited because of your pretended hatred towards foreigners. Because I thought having a stormcloak soldier, wearing your colors high and proud and helping the people of Windhelm - Nords and Elves alike - would help them realize that you're not the self-serving, power-hungry ego-maniac the Empire would want us believe you are, that when you fight for the freedom of Skyrim, you fight for all her people! I do it so you can become the High-King Skyrim desperately wants and needs. I do it for the same reason I do everything since Helgen… I do it for you!"

Her voice died out as a whisper. Time stood still and silence fell.

Eliana felt her whole world reel around her, only finding the strength to stand her ground in the warmth of his calloused hand holding hers tight.

She struggled to keep her breathing constant, her mind desperately trying to register what she had just said to him, his unreadable expression and the storm of emotions clouding his grey eyes, but before she could get her thoughts straight, a pair of strong arms enveloped her as Ulfric pulled her close to him in a fierce embrace.

She hesitantly responded to the hug. The violent storm of emotion raging upon her heart slowly subsided, leaving her cold and distraught and unable to give in to his touch. Tears forming in her eyes - tears she couldn't allow herself to let down in front of him - she forced herself to pull away before she lost whatever restrain she had left - before she pronounced the words that burned her lips and froze her inside.

His grip around her tightened for a while before he renounced to hold her back. His face emotionless, he stood silent, watching her step back, a thousand emotions clouding her emerald eyes. Fighting hard to maintain her composure, she respectfully bowed before the jarl and took her leave.

Ulfric's gaze longingly followed her until she disappeared into the night, leaving him behind, barren and speechless, unsure whether he had forever lost her…

Extract from chapter 40 of my Skyrim story The Dragon and the Bear

Ulfric Stormcloak: Your insolence goes too far!

The Dragonborn: Wrong. It can go further.

[rheya28]

DMC - [Chapter 1: A fresh start] Eliana left her miserable life at Evergreen Harbor to live with her Aunt at Copperdale. While she's feeling a little overwhelmed by this sudden move, she can't help but feel happy and excited about starting a new chapter in her life.

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The Letter E (True or False) by joybucket

Your name starts with an E. You’ve been to England. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 You celebrate Easter. 🐣 You enjoy reading Ecclesiastes. 📖 You’ve been friends with an Emily. You like eggs. 🍳 You own a shirt with an elephant on it. 🐘 You’ve seen the movie Elf. 🧝🎄 You like English accents. You owned an Etch a Sketch when you were younger. You’ve met someone named Ecko. You’ve been friends with an Erica. You believe in eternity. You’ve met someone named Epiphany. You’ve met someone named Ember. You’ve witnessed an eclipse. You could be described as emo. You like the name Eliana. You like the color emerald green. You like Earl Gray tea. ☕️ You have a very easygoing personality. You’ve never been to Europe. You’ve met someone from Ethiopia. 🇪🇹 You like eggnog.

You used to visit the everGirl website. ….and you listened to the everGirl song. ….and you owned an everGirl computer game. You like the name Ezra for a boy. You’ve colored Easter eggs. You’ve seen an Exit sign that wasn’t red. You think it’s cool when buildings have an echo. You’ve eaten a salad with edamame. You’ve done something extremely embarrassing. You’re embarrassed easily. You like the word “ecclesia.” ….and you know what it means without looking it up. You went to school for engineering. You believe we live in an enchanted realm. ✨ You’ve worn earrings recently. You have your ears pierced. 👂 You have more than one piercing in each ear. You’ve had a teacher that was quite eccentric. You like the name Ellery. You’ve painted using an easel. You don’t really like the name Edward. You own a pack of envelopes. ✉️ You’re known for being energetic. 🤸‍♂️ You think “Eerie Acres” is a good name for a cemetery. 🪦 You’ve watched the talk show Ellen. You had eggs for breakfast this morning. 🍳 You’ve found a bird’s nest with eggs in it. 🪺 You’ve egged someone’s house. 🏡 🥚 You’ve wanted to egg someone’s house. 🏡 🥚 You like to eat eggs on salads. 🥗 You like to eat deviled eggs. You like scrambled eggs. You’ve lived on a street with “East” in its name. You’ve been friends with an Emma. You’ve never really liked the name Erin. There are a ton of evergreen trees in your area. 🌲 You’ve worn an evening gown. 💃 You prefer evenings to mornings. Your decorating style is very eclectic. You have errands to run today or tomorrow. You listen to Elton John. You listen to Elvis Presley. You went to school with an Evan. You owned an Easy Bake Oven as a kid. 🍩 You’ve never been to Ethiopia. 🇪🇹 You’ve never been to Eritrea. 🇪🇷 You like to eat chocolate eclairs. You have English ancestry. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 You have a Facebook friend named Elle. You’ve met an elderly woman named Eleanor. You’ve taken a close-up picture of your eye. 👁 Your favorite Disney princess is Elsa. You’re an entertainer. You want to work as an entertainer. You’ve never dressed up as an elf. You’ve never climbed Mount Everest. You’re a very easy person to get along with. You have an Elf on the Shelf. You’ve sent an e-mail within the last 24 hours. You like the verse, “They will fly on wings like eagles….” 🦅 You’ve eating something right now. You’re going to eat soon. You’ve never pet an emu. You’re ecstatic about something right now. 😃 You’ve experienced a sense of euphoria after taking a pill. 💊 You’ve been to an Elton John concert. 🎶 Your parents were elders at a church. You’ve seen a Dr. Ebner. You’ve been evicted from an apartment. You like to clean chalkboard erasers. You like elephants. 🐘 You’ve ridden an elephant. 🐘 You have a cousin named Eliana. You live on Planet Earth. 🌍 ….but sometimes you want to go to Mars. 🚀 🔴 You enjoyed this survey. I hope you have an entertaining, exciting, energetic, ecstatic, enjoyable and extraordinary day!

[archesa]

OTP in a gif

I was tagged by the delightful @curiousartemis sooooo more Elifric for my innocent followers who didn't ask for nothing 😅

Eliana Evergreen x Ulfric Stormcloak

The first arc of their relationship,before romance can even bloom, is having Ulfric realise the errors of his ways, renounce part of his pride and aim to change for the better, to become the king Eliana knows he can be, because a living legend of the North, born half-Altmer shattered all his preconceptions of what a hero of Skyrim must be, pledged herself to him and cornered him in a position where he could either acknowledge his own prejudice and admit his wrongs, or betray his inheritance, and deny oldest most sacred myth of the North the respect that was rightfully theirs.

At this point, her respect, her enduring loyalty and her friendship was all he hoped to gain...

Otherwise, it would have probably ended up like...

Annnnd if you know that scene, you know what follows 😅

Bonus round, there be spoilers!

Liv x Miraak

They each are the first of their kind. The first Dragonborn & the first... Something else. Together they defy destiny and rule on their own kingdom in their own terms.

Arya x Aventus

Orphans making their way through the world as it becomes more dangerous than it ever was. Aventus has held Arya in his arms on the day she was born and is charged by her parents to protect her when they go to war. Together they find refuge in Whiterun and join the Companions. They part ways when the war ends, and meet again ten years later, when Aventus returns home. Aventus denies his feelings for her for a long time, before he realises Arya shares them.

[elianaevergreenstormcloak]

Seven thousand steps farther - 23 rd of Last Seed – 4 E 201 – Ivarstead

She reached Ivarstead in the late hours of afternoon and stayed at the inn for the night. Perched over the borders of Eastmarch, and nestled in the foothills of Tamriel’s tallest summit, Ivarstead was a sight to behold. Farms and crops outstretched in stair terraces all the way down the hill, to the first line of pine trees marking the boundaries of the hold. Cascades and torrents of silvery water, born from the eternal snows at the apex of the peak, ran down the slopes of the mountain to fuel rivers and lakes around. Life revolved around sowings and harvests, and in those late summer days, the inn was quiet from dusk, and the village busy from dawn.

:readmore:

“What can you tell me about High Hrothgar?”, Eliana asked, as she tightened the buckles of her satchel and backpack, making sure the additional weight would not impede her climb too heavily.

“The Greybeards are a solitary lot.”, the innkeeper replied. “I don’t think they’ve ever ventured outside their monastery. We get the occasional pilgrim passing through here on their way to the summit, but almost all of them have returned disappointed.”

The young woman pensively nodded.

“I won’t.”, she smiled assertively. “Anything I should be cautious of, on my way up?”

“Klimmek makes the climb every one or two months. Knows the pathway like the back of his hand. He might be able to give you some advice. You should find him at his fishery, on your way out of the hamlet. Best of luck on your way. Make sure to make a stop on your way down.”, he added as the young woman headed to the door. “Our bard, Lynly is quite fond of the pilgrims’ tales. Makes up for the boredom of our provincial life, I imagine…”

“I will.”, she answered. “Thanks a lot.”

Mist and morning dew twirled above the river in rubans of smog, in which floated like fireflies the dying ambers of the bridge lantern.

Down a wooden pontoon, a man was setting his canes and nets, for the day, and straightened wiping his brow, when the shade of a newcomer came obscurcing his work.

“Damn bears got another of our nets.”, he mumbled, not even looking up from his handiwork. “Beyond repair, this time. Got to have it replaced next time you head to Rift-”

The fisherman froze, upon realising his mistake.

“Sorry, milady.”, he offered, dropping back the torn net on the floor. “Mistook you for my associate – not that you look anything like him”, he mumbled attively, “ ‘tis just that I didn’t expect…”

“There’s no offence taken, don’t worry.”, Eliana reassured him with a smile as the man drowned himself in apologies. “You’re Klimmek? The innkeeper told me to come to you for advice on the pilgrim’s path to High Hrothgar.”

“You’re heading to High-Hrothgar now? This time of the year?”

“Believe me, it wasn’t my first choice.”, she snorted, remembering how many times she had delayed her project of a pilgrimage to the Gildergreen, and did not even take time to make a stop by the temple when she was in Whiterun. “Anything I should be particularly cautious of, on my way up?”

The man considered her for a moment. “I usually avoid making the climb in the hottest and coldest months. Extreme conditions make the path treacherous, stones come lose either from frost or meltdown, and a good tumble is not the worst you risk, if you trip up there. Storms can be sudden, and quite strong. The summit blocks clouds from both north and south and the wind can blow quite hard, so I advise you find shelter in one of the station, if you see the weather is changing. Apart from that, there’s the occasional pack wolf, or stray bear, and some pilgrims talked of trolls - I never saw one - but this time of the year, whatever you’ll encounter will have food aplenty, so they shouldn’t attack you, unless provoked. Do not stray from the path, and everything will be fine.”

Eliana crossed the bridge, and began the ascension just as the sun started its course from the horizon, and the sky turned a brighter shade of blue as mist and smog lifted, leaving in their stead only the fresh sting of spray and the faint crisp air descending from the mountain. Her mind heavier from Klimmek’s warnings, but her heart set as ever on the task at hand, she reached the first station, and knelt before the carven stone. Cuneiform writing in the tongue of the Nords of old spread on the dark granite arch, as on the tablet were traced in several times erased and rewriten words, a tale older than time.

'Before the birth of Men, the Dragons ruled all Mundus.

Their word was the Voice, and they spoke only for True Need.

For the Voice could blot the Sky and flood the Land.’

'Men were born, and spread over the face of Mundus.

The Dragons presided over the crawling masses

Men were weak then, and had no Voice.’

'The fledging spirits of Men were strong in Old Times

Unafraid to war with Dragons and their Voices

But the Dragons only shouted them down and broke their hearts.’

'Kyne called on Paarthurnax, who pitied Man

Together, they taught Men to use the Voice

Then the Dragon War raged, Dragon against Tongue.

'Man prevailed, shouting Alduin out of the world,

Proving for all that their Voice too was strong,

Although their sacrifices were many-fold.’

She came to a halt, resting her back against the stone, taking cover from the freezing wind as the tale weighted heavily on her soul. The story of the world, of the first Dragon Break, was unfolded before her, a legend carved in stone that felt like a life-time repressed memory and echoed to her soul with deafening truth.

Overwhelmed, she closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths, fumbling with the cords of her bag to set her gourd free, and took a few long gulps of ice cold water before she forced her mind back on Nirn.

Just over the edge of the rock outcroping hovering the emptiness, the whole of Skyrim stretched to the horizon, from the foothills of the mountain. Far below, she could see the plains of Whiterun fade into the green lands and vast pine forests of Falkreath, the black arches of Bleak Falls Barrow detaching themselves from the sparkling waters of Lake Illinalta, and, at the far edge of White River valley, drowned in the mist, and behind a crest, the ruins that used to be Helgen.

Hugging her knees to her chest, she averted her gaze and grabbed some food from her satchel before she risked a glance up the snowy slopes of the Throat of the World. The path was wide enough for now, but she feared the higher she’d climb, the narrower the stairs…

Already, the eroded stone steps were often swallowed by the earth and provided little guidance regarding the way to follow, and Eliana more than once had to dig out the carven stones to ensure she was indeed heading the right way. Moreover, if the morning winds carried in their wake naught but the crisp cold of fresh fallen snow and the twinkle of stalactites melting against the sunbathed rocks, the early hours of the afternoon had seen the skies darken, and the heavy clouds gathering at the summit, breaking on the mountain like spume on a cliff, augured nothing good for the rest of her journey.

She had reached about the fifth etched tabled when at a turn of the path marked by two tall standing stones, a light snow strated falling. Quickly, the sparse grass and mountain flowers disappeared, leaving in their stead only rocks and wide snowdrifts.

Eliana shivered, the wind biting harshly at her exposed flesh. She tightened her cloak around her shoulders, and nestled her face in the woolen inside of her hood. Even the birds seemed to have deserted these heighs, and no sound from the valley longer reached her ears, other than the howling of the wind. Strong gusts of freezing wind, charged with powder snow drifted over the edges of the mountain, stinging her skin and burning her lungs. Running her hand against the slope, farther from the precipice, and digging her heels deep in the snow to anchor her to the ground as the gale grew in strength, Eliana muttered a word of thanks to the gods as, at the end of the flight of stairs, a tall rock outcropping came covering the road, in a long natural tunnel.

She made a stop just past the entrance, relieved to see snow recede, and cobblestones emmerge from the ground, a seemingly long portion of the road carrying on under the protection of the stone.

But as the wind quietened, and the air grew heavy and moist, a scent of rot came to her nostrils, sparkling in her a well-trained instinct. Squinting to pierce through the darkness, she could glimpse the outlines of remains, stacked against the walls of the gorge. The smell and sound betrayed the presence of the predator before her eyes could fathom the mass of muscles and fur detaching itself from the dark recesses of the cavern to charge upon her.

Fire engufed the defile, casting a most unwanted light upon the beast’s lair. Teeth and claws sharp as scythes slashed through the air. Eliana dodged, fire at her fingertips keeping the troll at bay, but fear could only fend sheer blind rage for that long.

The troll charged through the wall of flames, propelling her to the ground. Breath knocked out of her lungs, Eliana rolled to the side as the beast plunged on her. Massive fists hit the ground, where she lied seconds before, shattering the eternal ice like glass.

“FUS!”

The word swole past her lips at its own volition, and reverberated long through the valley.

Shoved away, the troll let out a furious roar, long limbs taut as bows and empty black eyes fixed on its prey. A wall of flames engulfed it.

Eliana straightened, white hot fire crackling in her palms, and relief washing over her as a second fireball hit the troll’s writhing form and drowned its cries of agony in the blaze.

She heard too late the roars of the second monster, awoken from its light slumber by the fracas of battle. A howling - unlike anything she had ever heard - and the crack of trunks shattered in splinters in its wake filled the air. The ground trembled. A sound like bones fracturing broke from the mountain’s side. Blocks of ice and stone detached themselves from the roof of the tunnel as snow engulfed the entrance and unfurled through the passage way in a deadly cold wave.

Eliana bolted through the cave, dodging spikes and shards of rock falling from the ceiling as a long crack tore through. Snow and hail fell in a curtain from the chasm, enlarging the breach to the breaking point. The bones of the earth broke, and the tunnel ripped in half, leaving in its stead a gapping wound, bleeding snow and rock in an endless cascade that came to die quietly into the plain.

Battered against the rock, Eliana struggled to breathe. The weight of the mountain crushing her ribs, she curled and struggled against snow and debris – not to dig herself out, but to alleviate the pain. Her air rare and lungs oppressed by the cold, she still managed to percieve the faint light of day through the hard layer of snow. Closing her eyes, and willing her breathing long and calm, she focussed the last of her magicka in a weak, but steady fire, hoping she would hold long enough to melt through the ice and dig herself a way out.

Warm water prickled like embers on her cheeks. The heat of the flames burned her fingers, as blood rushed back to her extremities. But when a gust of freezing cold wind whipped through the roof of her ice coffin, and allowed her for a deep constricting breath, she realised with dread that escaping the deathgrip of snow might be the least of the hardnesses she’d face on her way to safety.

Sun was slowly but surely setting west, bathing the mountain in a gold and rose light, as above her, the skies turned dark and stars like fireflies danced on the firmament.

'Fear not this night.’, she recited, digging her way through the snow, and struggling to keep enough focus to maintain the shadow of a flame in the palm of her hand. 'You will not go astray.’

Snow impeded her movements. Debris carried from the mountain’s slopes littered all that remained from the path, a white cold edge overlooking a dark emptiness, threatening to collapse at the slightest chance.

'Though shadows fall, still the stars find their way…’

Darkness and blizzard had engulfed the Throat of the World when, a distance ahead, the flickering light of lanterns filtering through stained glass came piercing through the night.

A brazier burned, atop of a flight of stairs, on the right of which, in an alcove sheltered from the whims of weather, a tall statue of a man slaying a serpent overlooked the path.

Clenching the broken amulet of Talos around her neck, shivering and stumbling, she climbed the stairs and pushed the black-iron doors. A wave of warm, encense and resin charged air whipped her face. The contact of stone under her body was her last with reality.

She came by to the sound of a fire crackling nearby, and the scent of dust and herbal tea, covering that of smoke and resin. A heavy thurible was hanging above the bed, warm light and ghostly ribbons of smog twirling over its edge. Banners of teal and pale yellow ornated the dark massonry of the temple she barely remembered reaching.

She straightened, the pain in her ribs gone, with only a bruise and a few frost burns to remind her of her misadventure. Her robes were drying on the back of a chair, water still dripping from the sleeves and bevelled hem, and a warm dark wool cover wrapped around her, keeping at bay the cold her breast-band and breeches could not. A steaming hot bowl of amber liquid rested on a stone stand, on her right, the warmth and fruity taste of snowberies and dragontongue bitterweet on her tongue. She coughed, and put the empty bowl back on the stand, before she dared try her footing. Her muscles protested, a cold gust of air prickling her skin, but she was otherwise fine. She searched for her bag, finding it at the foot of the bed, and pulled Gerdur’s green dress from the pack, relieved to find it slightly damp but still dry enough to be worn.

Keeping the blanket wrapped around her shoulders - the linen dress too thin for the crisp air of the monastery – she descended the corridor to a flight of stairs, and reached into a wide open hall, littered with potteries and candles.

Kneeling before a bas-relief depicting Kyne enlightened by a brasier, a hooded monk slowly rose to his feet to greet her. The young woman bowed respectfully.

“I am Master Arngeir.”, the elder introduced himself. “I speak for the Greybeards. Few are those who find their way to our sanctuary, in those troubled times. Fewer who dare to brave the wrath of Kynareth on the pilgrim’s path. Tell me, now, traveler, what have you come looking for, in High Hrothgar?”

“Guidance.”, the young woman breathed. “I… am answering your summons.”

A spark of recognition ignited in the elder’s eyes.

“So… A Dragonborn appears, at this moment, in the turning of the age.”, he breathed in reverence. “The Breath of Kyne herself murmurs through your Voice. We are honored to welcome you to High Hrothgar.”, he greeted as three other monks joined the hall and bowed in turn to their visitor. “You must have many questions…”

The young woman nodded.

“Why me?”

“That is for you to discover.”, the elder smiled comfortingly. “Many have come, before you - many of the Dragon Blood - since the One first bestowed that gift upon mortalkind, in search for answers to the same question. But Akatosh’s will lies beyond the sight of mortals, and even the very wise cannot see all His ends. As for your destiny, it is not ours to question.”, he mused, considering the young woman before him. “If it is guidance and wisdom you seek, we will help you in that pursuit, just as the we have sought to guide those of the Dragon Blood that came before you.”

Eliana nodded silently.

Ever since her encounter with the dragon, since his soul scorched through hers and in his dying breath he named her dovahkiin, a sense of impending doom weighted heavily on her shoulders. Her steps were hard and painful, like fighting against a current there was no escaping from. But when she reached the foot of the mountain, as she traveled the slopes of the Throat of the World, and now she stood at the very heart of Kynareth’s sacred domain, for the first time she felt at peace. Breathing came easier, the aching of her limbs subsided, and even the weight of memories seemed lighter on her heart.

“Teach me, then.”

The monks exchanged a glance, as Arngeir led her to the centre of the hall, where cracks and carvings overlapsed, covering the stone pavement in an intricate patern.

“Without training you have taken your first steps on the way of the Voice. Now let us see if you are able, and willing to learn. When you Shout”, he started explaining, “you speak in the language of dragons. Dragons have the inborn ability to learn and project their Voice. Language is intrinsic to their very being. There is no difference in the dragon tongue between debating and fighting. Shouting comes as naturally to a dragon as breathing, or speaking. Dragons also are able to absorb the power of their slain brethren. A few mortals are born with similar abilities - whether a gift or a curse has been a matter of debate down through the centuries. Some believe that Dragonborn are sent into the world by the gods, at times of great need. But we will speak more of that later, when you are ready.”, he added before she could ask further. “In the mean time, we will do our best to teach you how to use your gift in fulfilment of your destiny.”

She remained at the monastery for two days, practicing her Thu'um, honing her skills, meditating on the Way of the Voice, her place in Akatosh’s schemes, and whatever the Greybeards accepted to teach her.

“There is indeed much that we know that you do not.”, Arngeir admitted, when she questionned him, “That does not mean that you are ready to understand it. What you have already learned in a few days took even the most gifted of us years to achieve… You have shown that you are Dragonborn. You have the inborn gift. But do you have the discipline and temperament to follow the path laid out for you? You have been given this gift by the Gods for a reason, but d o not let your easy mastery of the Voice tempt you into arrogance of power. That has been the downfall of many before you.”

25 th of Last Seed – 4 E 201 – Windhelm – The Palace of the Kings

The courrier collapsed on one of the benches, out of breath, as Galmar Stone-Fist unsealed and read the message from their advanced post in the Rift. The general cocked a brow, and read again before he sent the messenger to the Bloodworks to rest, and headed to the war-room.

Frowning upon the map displaying their locations, Ulfric was planning on sending reinforcements to the three holds circling Windhelm.

Ten days had passed since that ambush at Darkwaters Crossing. A week since Helgen. Only days since he returned home, exhausted, wounded, escorted by half as many soldiers as expected… The end of what was meant to be a quiet travel to Riften and had become an awaken nightmare, filled with Imperial soldiers, Thalmor justiciars, and dragons.

“For Talos’ sake, Ulfric! You look like you’ve been dragged through Oblivion and back!”, the housecarl exclaimed upon the jarl’s arrival.

“I’m glad to see you too, my friend.”, Ulfric responded and collapsed on his throne.

His head in his hands, Ulfric told Galmar the whole story, from the ambush, Tullius’ plans to take him to Cyrodiil for a formal execution and how a broken axle forced them to change course to Helgen, the prensence of the Thalmor, both in the Rift and in Falkreath, the nameless mass grave dug in midst of Falkreath forest where the Imperials meant to bury them, and the dragon’s attack, dark wings unfurled and hellfire razing Helgen to the ground.

“However they got word of your journey to the Rift, if there are traitors amongst our ranks, we’ll find out.”, he assured Ulfric, his mind set on bringing the traitors to justice, but beyond that he knew what the jarl was really concerned about. “A dragon…”, he whispered.

“The harbingers of the End of Times…”, the jarl muttered. “Is that it, my friend… Have we gone too far? Is it time?”

Galmar walked to his friend, concerned.

"Are you alright, Ulfric?”

“No.”, the jarl answered truthfully. “But I will be… I must.”

That was five days ago.

Ulfric had fully recovered from his misadventure in Helgen. And here he was: the jarl of Windhelm, the very heart of the rebellion, ready to rule again, to fight again.

Galmar cleared his throat in order to draw his friend’s attention.

“What is it, Galmar?”, the jarl asked still starring at the camps on the map.

“A message from Gonnar Oath-Giver.”

“Has something happened in the Rift?”

“It appears the Dragonborn has been seen. A patrol has made contact on the twenty third, and the guards of Ivarstead confirm her arrival at the village, to climb the Seven Thousand steps.”

“Her?”, the jarl repeated.

“Gonnar couldn’t send much of a description but according to his men, the Dragonborn is a young woman. Not the warrior type – the men describe her as wearing novice robes.”

Ulfric let out a snort and smiled. A young mage called to arms to defend Skyrim against her foes, and stand as a ward against evil. The Gods had a weird sense of humor when it came to choosing their Champions.

“She left the temple the day after.”, Galmar kept reporting. “Heading to Whiterun.”

Ulfric said nothing for a second then took the note and read it through.

“Send the word to every camp, and to our allies in Whiterun - if she has taken residence in Balgruuf’s city, the Greymanes must know. I want weekly reports on her moves and her whereabouts. Treat her as a potential ally, but avoid direct contact as long as her allegiance remains unsure.”

The bear nodded and left the room.

Ulfric read the whole letter again and left the paper on the corner of the table before he headed back to work. The jarl found himself humming a tune that brought him both hope and uncertainty.

'Our hero, our hero claims a warrior’s heart,

I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes.’

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Welcome to the 17th issue of The Brasilia Review.

Our cover as always is by the talented Guy Benjamin Brookshire. He has begun a wonderful new project, a podcast, a sort of sound-designed audiobook hybrid. It is unique among its colleagues. It tells the story of an imaginary world with thoughtful, sometimes disturbing allusions to our own. Each episode is headed with a new piece of GBB art. Check it out, The Republic of Sin.

Our next issue will be in July. Submissions are open!

Erstwhile here is some fine reading.

Non-Fiction

Rivers of Norfolk: River Thurne by Tor Falcon

    ” …if you keep your dykes full, all the blessings of the natural world will be yours.”

Poetry

The Magistrates by Peter McCann Ashton

    “a native of mauritius we are told until / his investments all went south”

Faustus and Helen by Grace Babcock

    “Just to fill his eyes / With someone”

Romance by Natalie Crick

    “Soft little bloody mouths”

The Legion of Demons by Charley Foster

    “I fold my beautiful arms and say: Bring it”

Carefully Cutting; The Goat Knows by Matthew James Friday

    “its legs speak of living / stubbornly sticking out into the gutter”

Ufos Pretend America Is Good and Clean; Sickly Yoga Dumpster Called Humanity by J.E. Gibbs

    “for the machine is sickly”

|| Airbags || by Jacob L. Peterson

    “antibiotics scattered across the back seat”

Flag Girl by Eliana Rebecca Wong

    “And then I saw you, shrouded in evergreen,”

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