#except for Caryalind

[rabbittwinrithings]

Finally got my Skyrim load order figured out and decided to return to my favorite Dragonborn duo! Harri and Harrin!

Idk if I ever made an explanation post of who these lovely two are well here we go!

Harri and Harrin are Nord/Redgaurd twins who are, of course, both the dragonborn. However, while one is happy to be the great hero of Legends, the other isn't so much.

Harri, the brother, always adored hearing stories of great warriors and knights. He dreamed of one day becoming a legend like those stories. His most notable achievement before becoming the Dragonborn is being the one who helped end the Civil War.

Harri is sweet, friendly, and loves meeting new people!

Harrin is somewhat the opposite.

Harrin likes to keep to herself and her craft. Her main achievement being the guns she create.

Where Harri is friendly and social, Harrin looks after her brother and her creations, and tends to avoid social interactions.

While Harri was out at war, Harrin was back home trying to keep the Stormcloak's mitts off her guns.

By the time the Empire won the war, Harri returned home, and the two siblings decided to travel for a time. Later, they would separate again, during which Harri would be discovered as dragonborn.

Harrin would find her own trouble in the Theives Guild and some Daedric plots.

The main gimmick of these two was to find a way to play with proteus and make sense why other npcs would think one did something the other did. So, stories would spread across Skyrim of a Nord with silver hair and eyes, unaware that the legends sometimes spoke of Harri, and sometimes Harrin.

I'm so happy to play with them again, though now I need to figure out an order to do certain quests.

Bonus picture: Think, Harri! Think!

[libartz]

Caryalind: *having a tearful emotional moment with Kaidan*

Varrick in the background: Don’t trust stairs, they’re always up to something 😝

[wellthebardsdead]

Caryalind: I’m not going home father. You can try to drag me back kicking and screaming but it won’t end well for you-

Ganmen: But. What?… What could you possibly have to use against me as a warning you pathetic little wor-

*Steam pistons firing and the clanging of metal on stone*

Ganmen: *turns around to be greeted by a glowing aetherium and dwarven chest plate, looks up slowly to see a very pissed off dwemer glaring down at him*

Bass: *Big dwemer, towering over him in his power armour and flanked by two heavily armed centurions* Me. *grabs him by the throat*

[isamajor]

Whumptober 2023 : day 3

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Journal

The journal had a nice leather binding. He had piled up inside, pell-mell, his thoughts, his fears, his anxieties of having fled his home. Caryalind had landed in the town of Solitude, and he didn't know if the place had been the right choice, he had noted in his journal. He had written there his fear of being recognized, recaptured, and dragged before his father. Or quite simply lynched on the spot at the mere mention of his name Thallery... And for the moment, he couldn't confide in anyone : his journal remained his only friend to whom he could vent. (103)

•

Solitary Confinement

He had stunned the Riften guards. This Khajiit wanted to be thrown in the dungeon, begging the guards to lock him down because he had killed his best friend. One of the guards suggested that the cat was too addicted to skooma and was no longer in his right mind. But faced with the gold that the Khajiit paid them, their scruples vanished and they quickly threw the guy into a cell, naked and all alone, as they had been asked. Let this poor madman be delirious all alone in his corner, away from the other prisoners, since that was his wish, they thought. (104)

•

« Make it stop. »

The Dwemer ballista's bolt had punctured her abdomen, causing her to fall to the ground from the shock of the impact. Quickly, heavy bleeding appeared at the wound and horrified, tears began to roll down Remiel's cheeks. She was in pain, she was bleeding profusely, she didn't want to die.

“Make it stop!”, she yelped, pale and trembling, feeling panic overtaking her. Her eyes were wide and she didn't see her friends around her working to contain the bleeding.

"Make this stop... Please... I don't want to die... Not now..." she begged in a weak voice. (100)

[powdermelonkeg]

Assorted headcanons about my current Team Dragonborn:

Lydia Iron-Forged:

Former Companion, left after being invited into the Circle

Serious to a fault—a fan of deadpan humor, to the point where you often can’t tell if she’s actually joking

Older sister ran off to join the Stormcloaks, carries an amulet of Talos that was sent home shortly after

Can lift a werewolf if she really tries

Likes her mead with snowberries

The kind of drunk that laughs at everyone and everything. Tally thinks it’s an unsettling change

Practices, either with sparring or with forms, her swordplay just before dawn

Has a soft spot for horses, uses them as a litmus test—good people always take care of their animals

Can cook, mostly hunts for her own meals. Makes a good hearty stew

Sword is named “Stormblight,” enchanted with shocks. Was a gift from her father, bought off a Khajiit caravan

Has a scar on the back of her neck from a fight with a troll

Mikael used to pick on her when she was a little girl. Her sister taught her how to punch to break noses, and Mikael’s nose hasn’t been straight since. She’s the one woman he won’t flirt with

Bisexual, with a preference for Ysolda women

Kaidan (of Northwind):

Once had an affair with a young noblewoman named Isabel. She got engaged to the count of Bravil, so he tried stealing her away and was thrown in the dungeon for it. Paid the fine, was going to serve sentence (40 lashes), but Isabel got in the way of one and stopped the whole thing. She didn’t say anything else except to tell him to leave. She still has a scar on her cheek

A thrill-seeker, though won’t admit it. Takes vampire contracts for the rush of adrenaline

The tattoo on his face marks him as blood-kin to the Orcs

Has a faded lightning-pattern scar spread across his back, beneath the newer interrogation lashes. Rosalind gave it to him

Could learn a shout if he really, really tried for it. Not as easily as the LDB, but in a vastly shorter time than the Greybeards (as per the Akaviri Dossier). Would learn Aura Whisper (Laas Yah Nir) if given the chance

Can follow being read to much more easily than reading. Not that he can’t read, just prefers a voice—pages blend together after awhile

Very much a “hold my beer” kind of drunk. Don’t tell him he can’t do anything or try to show off in front of him

Does scrimshaw to burn extra stress, especially after a nightmare. Tries to make his work useful in some way (ie a horn, some cups, a knife, etc)

Sells his scrimshaw in between contracts

Gets tense and snappy from moon sugar withdrawal

Caryalind Thallery:

Wears gold lipstick when in town. It’s very subtle and usually only noticeable to fellow Altmer

Is a slow morning person—the kind to wake up early, but spend the next hour basking in morning sunlight in a silk robe with a coffee

Skyrim’s air is NOT good for his curly hair. Whenever he can manage it, he scrounges up some septims and stops by the caravans to see if there’s any orange oil in stock. He always smells faintly of oranges

Whenever Cary senses magicka, he immediately goes on high alert, even if it’s just Restoration

Cary got a handful of threatening/hateful letters as prince, and kept them, feeling terrible and not as if he should be allowed to throw them away. His friend back home (Termia) found them one day and convinced him to burn them with her

His hair is soft. Very soft. Feather-down soft. Yes, it’s natural

His calian (sphere of aetherquartz that denotes his place in Altmer society) is clear magicka blue, the size of a clementine, and has translucent etchings of his birthsign’s stars set in it. Sometimes he almost laughs at the irony

Taliesin (alias):

He used to write up letters on the field about things he’d seen to send to his sisters. Couriers were sparse, so sometimes he’d wind up sending 5 at once because he’d been holding on to them. He keeps them in his robe, next to his chest

He had a packet of letters on his person when the Talos Shrine incident happened. They got bled through

He still writes sometimes, even though he might never be able to send them

He once swiped the head Justiciar’s hood and pretended to be him to amuse his colleagues. Said justiciar walked in on it

He will judge you SO HARD if you eat dog meat. No it’s not the same as when he eats slaughterfish, slaughterfish at least have the decency not to slobber everywhere!

A decent cook, if only because he got tired of having to special request everything

Very intelligent. Not in the sense of book smarts (though he does have those), but he has an uncanny knack for reading the room and gauging reactions—part of it is to be of service to whatever his current task is (knowing when someone is about to run, playing good cop/bad cop with other agents) but the majority is because he had to learn how to read his father’s bad moods

Pays extremely close attention to how his friends react to others’ mistakes. Especially mistakes he has in common with them. What’s the difference between his past and Paarthurnax’s? Kaidan’s? Caryalind’s? Bonus points, this means you can gain his trust more effectively by treating people besides him well

His jokes and wit double as a litmus test. When he meets someone, it’s to test how much of a pain they are to get along with. Past that, it’s his subtle way of checking in; if someone who normally laughs at him is annoyed, or someone who’s usually annoyed doesn’t react, something’s wrong

Complains because it’s cathartic and misery loves company

Has a few dragon scales in his pocket once he starts traveling with the LDB. It’s to show his sisters if he ever sees them again

Accidentally acquired a taste for firebrand wine—Summerset cuisine is notoriously delicate, so drinking firebrand was the “cinnamon challenge” in the Solitude Thalmor ranks. Naturally he wanted to show off and one-up everyone

Like Kaidan, is a “hold my beer” kind of drunk. If the two get drunk together, they’ll keep one-upping each other until they either black out or are physically separated

Never learned how to swim because when he was little, his father deadpan-joked about maormer in the water kidnapping altmer that didn’t behave. He avoided deep water like the plague, then never remedied it when he got older

Calian is milky-rose quartz, big as a gooseberry. It got chipped once on the field; after repairing it, he’s padded its box with as much cotton as he can get

An absolute ace at card games, and decent at dice. Won his horse in a game of cards. Loves her to death and spoils her

Has a lovely voice but makes you earn it. Favorite song to sing is “Star-Eyed Bride of Alinor”

Very much an “I told you so” kind of person, takes it to the point of “Oh, I was right? What was I right about? Speak up, my pointy ears can’t detect your whispers of shame.”

[never-shouldve-come-here]

Alright how about this one:

The DB is on a semi-important Zoom meeting. The followers find themselves in the background of said Zoom meeting. What shenanigans ensue?

(Also how are you? How ya doin? What's good, yo?)

Auri, Lucien, Xelzaz: Walked by on accident, became genuinely interested. They're pulling up a chair and quietly chillin with the LDB.

Inigo, Khash, Lucifer: Same thing except it's their zoom meeting now. They're asking a bunch of questions, and honestly the LDB is pretty amused.

Caryalind, Kaidan: As soon as they realized they were being perceived they ran away apologizing profusely.

Nebarra: He either snapped the laptop shut or stood behind the LDB menacingly until the other person hung up.

Rumarin: Walking butt-ass naked in the background.

(Also I am doing lovely, thanks for asking! I am almost done with my finals and then I will finally be free.)

[setarmare]

Had to redo Auri quest as she glitched out for some reason, but I belatedly realized that I happened to set every follower to 'wait' except for...

Dragonborn, pulling up to Auri's pod with three clearly ex-Thalmor in tow: Hi! I would like to be your friend!

Auri: ......... sure!

Also ---

Auri: *pouring her heart out in Broken Man's Grotto*

Cary: "HELLOOOOOOOO!... Nice echo :D"

But I do love the idea of DB and Auri healing each other found-family-style, with three cranky altmer for moral support (and holding back their complaints of wading in greenery and water for so long)

What's this: altmer swimming lessons?

DB: "Alright ancient-ass mer boys! Today we'll be learning your basic dog paddle, kicks, and turtle float position!"

Auri: "I bet five gold that Taliesin drowns first."

Xelzaz: "Oh, no, he'll scramble onto Nebarra's shoulders and Nebarra would be the first casualty. But if Caryalind drowns, Nebarra wouldn't care to save a life, and Taliesin is still probably conditioned to not even set his commoner eyes on a Thallery."

[fujisakisan]

What made you decide on Nebarra's design underneath his helmet? Whenever I see someone do their headcanon design for the Mer I'm always curious!

Oh, that wasn’t my idea. It’s based on the excellent replacer mod created by BiR. https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrimspecialedition/mods/87428 It’s incredibly impressive, and BiR has also created replacers for Taliesin and Caryalind. They’re truly exceptional, so I highly recommend you take a look!

[ihatetheinternetandeveryoneonit]

Campfire Confessions

((Rating T. Content warnings in the tags for uncomfortable things and heavy implications of bad things done to characters))

((Timeline--before the gang meet Caryalind or Rufus, and before the dragons have appeared. After Sunny the porcupine has been named and gendered.))

The crackle of the campfire settled their nerves even before Sofia brought out her keg. That brought the smiles to most.

"Let's make this interesting," she announced when she finished pouring their tankards. "How's about a little game of questions?"

The team complied in varying states of enthusiasm: Inigo at the highest--rubbing his hands, and Enid and Czitrin tied at the lowest--groaning and scoffing respectively.

Sofia chuckled, taking a swig. "I'll start, for all of us. Where's the most interesting place you've 'done it?' Hows about you, Lucien?"

Lucien went pink. "Uh, oh, well..." he cleared his throat, before he blurted. "Well I haven't done it at all. Yet!" He clarified, going absolutely red and wide-eyed.

Sofia cackled. "Oh we can fix that!"

Lucien buried his face in his hands.

"Inigo, your turn!"

Inigo chuckled. "You're an irreverent one, my friend. Let's just say, it was a romantic evening in a surprisingly warm cave!"

Sofia nodded, not quite satisfied that the story was spicy enough. "Czitrin?"

"Hmph!" The Telvanni drawled. "Besides from my guardian's home, I've never felt the need to consummate anywhere besides the inns." Czitrin held a hand to her mouth in shock at her own words.

Sofia rolled her eyes.

"My," Enid cleared her throat. "Seems no one is private or decent tonight."

Sofia smirked. "And how 'bout you?"

It was Enid's turn to roll her eyes. "Windhelm. Palace of Kings."

Sofia's eyebrows rose, and Enid returned that with a sarcastic smirk. "The t'rone."

Sofia's jaw dropped. The others stared in stunned silence. Except for Inigo.

"Heh, good one. You really had them!"

Enid nodded and raised her whiskey flask at him before taking a sip. Sofia blinked in realization at Enid's untouched mead.

"Who's next, my friend?" Inigo's voice shook Sofia out of her stupor. "You or Kaidan?"

Kaidan's head snapped up from his whittling. "Aye? What was the question?"

Sofia fell back into her grin. Surely such a handsome mysterious man would have some notable experiences. "Where was the most interesting place you... 'discovered the magic,' so to speak?"

Kaidan's whole body went stiff. His eyes grew wide and the words choked out of him like unswallowed vomit. "The prison where you found me."

The fire suddenly grew cold. The silence from the team was deafening. Kaidan's eyes darted along the ground and he scrambled to his feet, marching into the trees. Wordless, Inigo sprinted after him.

Sofia's stomach dropped. "I-I think...enough games tonight." She stammered.

Lucien looked around. Enid's mouth was agape as she stared out into the dark of the forest where Kaidan and Inigo had disappeared. Czitrin narrowed her eyes, studying Sofia's guilty frame.

"Wh...what just happened?" Lucien glanced at his three remaining companions.

"Yes, Sofia," Czitrin leaned forward as Sofia dodged her gaze. "What just happened?"

Enid furrowed her brows, exchanging a glance with Lucien.

"I-I..." Sofia sighed. "...I'm stupid."

Enid also sighed. "Well, yes, but can you be more specific?"

The words cut Sofia like a knife, but they weren't wrong. She felt sick.

"I just expected some funny embarrassing stories, not..." Sofia bit her tongue. "I put some truth potion in the mead."

"You what?!" Lucien squeaked.

"YOU DRUGGED US?" The firelight flared in Czitrin's eyes.

"I'm sorry." Sofia swallowed. "I didn't think--"

"That's right, Sofia, you don't t'ink." Enid pinched the bridge of her nose. "You just...fly wit' every little whim that manages its way into your head! You never t'ink 'would this ruin our plans, or would that ruin someone's day?' No, it's always 'tis is fun, fuck you all!"

"No, it's not 'fuck you all.' It's that I want you all to have fun too."

"DO WE LOOK LIKE WE'RE HAVING FUN??!" Czitrin shot to her feet. She rushed forward and jabbed a long finger into Sofia's collarbone. "If you force your 'fun' on me again, by my ancestors, I will have you killed. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND??"

"Yes! I promise! It won't happen again!" Sofia's throat was tight as Czitrin stomped away. "I'm sorry. All of you. I shouldn't have forced your secrets out--'specially without warning you."

"Don't apologize to me." Enid shrugged, telepathically lifting her untouched tankard and pouring it into the dirt.

Lucien quickly emptied his too, but the damage had already been done. He shook his head, hoping to shake off his own embarrassment for more important matters. "Let's go find Kaidan and Inigo."

The others nodded, and they all got to their feet.

"Maybe not you, t'ough." Enid glanced at Sofia, who sat back down sheepishly. "Who's to say if he's keen on seeing you right now?"

The three jogged into the darkness. Sunny scrambled after them for a stone's throw on her stubby legs, her quills rolling over her chubby body as she reluctantly plodded back into the reach of the firelight.

She approached and retreated for a spell. Her nose nearly touched Sofia as she gave a quick sniff and an even quicker snort, before trudging off to wait at Enid's tent.

[fromacatastrophe]

Here's a guide that no one asked for and I doubt anyone will read, to my Skyrim dragonborn OCs. They don't exist in the same timeline (except for when I am imagining funny memes that are too hyperspecific for me to even bother making).

Dalinan : 7' tall orc alchemist who refuses to make/use any sort of poison whatsoever. Favors the bow. Absolute dogshit at stealth unless she has access to her invisibility potions. Half-raised by her cousin. Not from a stronghold and has complex feelings about lacking that cultural connection. War Trauma ™ (child soldier edition). Dutiful to a grim fault. Tends to have extensive and increasingly ludicrous back-up plans for if/when things go awry. Resting bitch face but an absolute softie. Will adopt you if she detects emotional vulnerability (inherited that trait from her cousin, who recently took over the Riften orphanage for reasons only Maven Black-Briar knows in full). Absolutely detests leeks, 0/10, worst vegetal ever. Ends up in a poly relationship with Taliesin and Caryalind. When Cary is ready to go home in a decade or two they both go with him (he takes some convincing, but neither she nor Tali would ever let him go alone). She becomes captain of Cary's personal guard + Tali becomes an advisor; there's no end to the speculation about the relationship between the three of them but no one is going to risk actually asking. Dalinan showing up to formal events in ancient snow elf armor and bearing Auriel's bow and shield is the kind of power move that intimidates even people who don't care a fig about the whole Dragonborn business. And shhhh about lifespans okay, we're going to pretend that orcs age like other mer. Shhhh. Let the lady grow old with her partners.

Amejja : khajiit arsonist. tiny. is on the run from a hefty bounty in cyrodiil. claims that her victims deserved it. plays the 'but this one is just a little kitty. a birthday cat. are you going to arrest me on my birthday, guardsman? sad meow?' card to get out of soooo much trouble. decides that Taliesin is her fun uncle; he's honored and also mildly terrified of the prospect of her meeting his sisters (the mayhem would be legendary). learning to shout is the #1 best thing that ever happened to her. fire shout? AMAZING! dragons? eh. big scaly cats. 'surely we can come to an agreement, can't we my cousins???' super annoyed that she actually has to kill Alduin. when Delphine asks her to kill Paarthurnax she attacks her instead because fuck you that's why. flirts with joining both the thieves' guild and the dark brotherhood but betrays and destroys them both over feeling slighted by them. Decides that being dragonborn = being Miraak's baby sister; decides to rescue him. this confuses the Miraak. Besties with Lucien and Khash (both are mildly afraid of her in a fond sort of way), friendly rivals with J'zargo. Extremely distrustful of anything to do with dwemer ruins or machinery, but tolerates it for Remi's sake (some hissing is involved). Will absolutely destroy anyone/anything that harms Scrap. Doesn't join the Dawnguard. Will purr to heal you (purring is a healing spell) but you'd better appreciate it! She's a young gal with wanderlust who just wants to see the world (and set parts of it on fire).

T'Vreyne : Vulcan, Starfleet officer, aro/ace NB, vegetarian, here via daedric tomfoolery/a shuttlecraft mishap. Doesn't initially speak Tamrielic Common and so communicates mostly through frustrated charades and extremely reluctant touch-telepathy until they learn (...from Tali and Gore, so you can just imagine the vocabulary T'Vreyne ends up with). Their background is in security with a specialization in EOD and they've been working as a 'special collections' (read: highly hazardous artifacts) archivist since The Accident. Has significant scarring, chronic pain, and a prosthetic arm due to The Accident. Prefers stealth to avoid unnecessary conflict, then magic/shouts to de-escalate if possible, and then if violence is unavoidable favors a simple one-handed sword. Absolutely refuses to use enchanted equipment due to the whole Soul Cairn of it all. Mistaken for an Altmer by everyone who isn't Altmer; Altmer tend to assume that they're a [derogatory term for mixed-heritage mer]. Has zero (0) respect for Elenwen & thinks she's utterly incompetent; reads her for absolute filth at the truce conference. Other than negotiating the truce does not interfere with the civil war whatsoever (prime directive and all that). Their EOD experience comes into play during the College of Winterhold questline. Becomes close friends with Teldryn during the whole Miraak thing. When Starfleet finally manages to contact them, they choose to stay on Nirn instead of going 'home'. Settles down in Raven Rock and eventually invites Teldryn, Taliesin, and Gore to move in. Occasionally one or more of them will get the itch to travel, but that's home now and they always end up back there before long. T'Vreyne will not be telling you where all those elder scrolls and black books are stashed unless you have a good fucking reason (they've come full circle and once again find themselves to be a special collections archivist whoops).

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Caryalind, sweetie, I KNOW these trap doors must be confusing for someone who's never been inside nordic ruins but come ON. You saw S I X people go through it. It's not that hard you just have to be fast!

69 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#4

Olba wedding DLC summary

Baxter: any thought on what your surnames will be?

Cove: we're going with mine, Holden.

Jamie: yeah, Holden deez nuts!

87 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#3

Skyrim au where everything is the same except you can marry Cicero

94 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#2

okay so I thought about this yesterday after hours of playing Potion Permit. Imagine if the chemist was terrible, aboslutely TERRIBLE, at taking care of themselves but amazing at taking care of the town. Imagine no one notices or knows until one day after the clinic had been packed and the chemist had to leave to go get more ingredients, Rue notices the next day that the chemist has a bloodied bandage around their leg or arm or something and they're just going about buisiness like normal. It's obvious they are sick with fever and infection, but they are so worried about taking care of her needs that the chemist is forcing themselves to work through the pain.

later that day, once better, Rue tells her father about how the Chemist is doing. by the time Myer gets to the Chemist's house, they are unconcious and burning up. So Myer sends for someone better suited for carrying a person and the Chemist is taken to Mathoe's clinic and the whole town is worried for however long it takes for the Chemist to heal.

The chemist gets the talking to of a century from a town full of people who care (but hated them not to long ago)

117 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@incorrect-custom-followers

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[rabbittwinrithings]

The recent ask about Cary and Northwatch Keep got me thinking. Obviously Cary is opposed to the Thalmor empire and all, but would he also not feel some sense of remorse for Thalmor, that native Skyrimers wouldn't? Like he might hate them, but he also knows them, he'd know their humanity?

It is really complicated. Like, he gets their humanity, but also understands that some things are just too much. I think Caryalind would be so angered by it all because he bare witness to such horrific actions back in the summersets. He mentions thalmor camps in his backstory, but not much. The torment at northwatch is some what like the camps, except this time, he has the power to say "that's enough." While I think he would be upset at himself afterwards, I think at Northwatch, there would be so much pent up rage at not only was he forced to witness such horrific treatments at a young age, but also finally to stand up to the abuse the Thalmor had done to others.

I think in other circumstances, Caryalind would be more understanding. The follower Taliesin would be a good example. He would see and understand Taliesin is trying to be better and help. But at Northwatch, there would be way too many emotions flooding in that he couldn't think too straight.

[incorrect-custom-followers]

[aifsaath]

you gotta love the skyrim mod bugs. Sometimes they’re just hilarious.

Right now, me and my posse of violent cheerleaders (Kaidan, Inigo, Lucien, Caryalind and Khash because I like my followers chatty AF) are lolling around the Falkreath bath house (another mod). EVERYONE got the memo that one should not enter a pool wearing a full set of armor. Even the famously hydrophobic Khash.

Well, everyone except Kaidan, who apparently just WANTS to be roasted by Lucien for his lack of knowledge about the hygiene habits of the soft civilised folk. The giant dude just stands in a pool under a shower, surrounded by naked people/teenage lizard in longjohns, wearing a full set armor, a furr cloak and a scowl, saying “I hope this rain ends soon”.

Kaidan, bby, your armor is clean now, I swear, but man you stink.

[isamajor]

Whumpril day 21 to 25

More whump drabbles with Skyrim Custom-voiced followers ! :D

21 . « Just hold on. »

It was pouring rain, as if they weren't already wet enough. Wading with difficulty by the light of torches in the Drajkmyr Marsh, the party tried to outrun the hostile fauna who lived here. Night had fallen and there was no suitable surface on which to set up camp, so they were doomed to always move further.

Caryalind's teeth chattered loudly, and his torch flickered, so cold he felt. His thoughts even seemed to freeze in place and his feet moved forward on pure instinct. Taliesin placed his hand on the prince's shoulder.

“Just hold on, your Highness.” (100)

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22 . Stoicism break

Xelzaz sat alone, hunched over. His body screamed in protest as bruises bloomed across his scales, bones grinding together from fall he suffered a few hours ago. Pride prevented him from showing the extent of his pain, even amongst closest comrades. But each movement, each breathe hurt. Struggling not to betray his agony despite ingesting a numbing potion, Xelzaz maintained a calm demeanor all day. Now, safe within his tent, his defenses lowered and his stoicism dissolved. Sobs rose in his throat. He kept them completely silent, except for sharp inhalations that tore through his chest, the pained moans of which he quickly stifled. (104)

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23 . Presumed dead

Several had fallen down the mountain, but Lydia had not been found. She did not respond to calls and despite searches, her body was not found. They stayed several days looking for her and waiting for her, but she never came. Xelzaz ended up expressing what everyone was thinking and fearing. "She is probably dead. May she have gone to Sovngarde."

A silence dotted with sad sighs answered him. The mountain was cruel and its frozen slopes dangerous. After a final farewell carried by the wind, and some montain flowers thrown in the abyss, they ended up continuing on their way. (101)

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24 . No Time to Rest

The exploration of this ruin had been trying and it was with a certain joy that they had come out with the prospect of a well-deserved rest to heal their wounds. But they didn't have time for that. Sensing their weakness, a pack of wolves pounced on them, lips curled. Exhausted, weapons fell heavy in their hands. Kaidan groaned every time he swung his sword. Auri struggled to catch her breath after each shot. Inigo's reflexes were no longer as good. Lucien stayed behind to try to heal his comrades with the little Magicka he had left. Rest had to wait. (104)

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25 . « Brace yourself. »

“We have no choice, we have to cross.”

Taliesin looked at the Dragonborn in horror, shaking his head. The river was in flood, the bridge could no longer be seen. He wouldn't go any further.

"Without me."

Kaidan sneered. "Brace yourself.", he just had time to say before suddenly grabbing the terrified Mer and throwing him over his shoulder. Without waiting, he entered the river, firmly holding Taliesin who suddenly stopped struggling as soon as the water soaked his robes. With gritted teeth, soaked and terrified, shaking uncontrollably, he clung helplessly to Kaidan, forced to trust in his abilities. (99)

[libartz]

My main guy, Perlas. A *small* amount of info on him under the spoiler.

PERLAS

Gender: Initially maleish, becomes pangender

Sexuality: Omniromantic Asexual

Pronouns: Ambivalent, but used to he/him

Age: 180, born in 4E 20

Sign: Lady

Occupation: Healer/ Restoration mage, Archmage of Winterhold, Thane of Morthal and Winterhold, stopper of miscellaneous crises

Main skills: Restoration, Destruction (lightning), one-handed, heavy armour, speech, ‘smithing’ (tailoring mage robes)

Skills he sucks at: alchemy (knows how to use potions, not how to make them), archery, sneak, pickpocket

Places of residence: Sunhold, Chorrol, Whiterun, Winterhold, Solitude

Side chosen in the civil war: Imperials at the last possible second

Likes: helping people, exploring, nature, collecting things, studying magic, playing with children, dresses, sewing, mentoring, ‘adopting’ young adults, baking, dance, using his powers, meditating

Dislikes: Large powerful organisations, fascism, racism, war, Sheogorath, selfish people, people coming onto him, most illusion magic, black soul gems, feeling dangerous, nirnroot

Relationships:

Zilara (ex), Revyn Sadri + Erandur

Allies:

Valdimar, Lucien Flavius, Ilia, Valgus, Shirley, Khash, Caryalind (eventually)

Personality:

Empathetic, caring, curious, patient except when people are screwing around in an important situation. Used to hiding parts of himself for fear of the consequences, and often tries to put on a brave face because he’s supposed to be the caretaker.

Emotional, but in a chill way (usually). If he hasn’t cried in over a week something’s wrong.

Family:

Perlas is the middle of three brothers.

He gets along great with his younger brother Tilenn, but is estranged from Mojelmo, his older brother.

Their mother (Lleana) and father (Andrelan) run an enchanted jewellery business. Lleana is autistic, is a mage and into crystal/geology-related things. Her sign is the Ritual. She was raised by priests of Stendarr, and while she looks outwardly cold to some (due to not giving off the ‘proper’ nonverbal signals) she is actually very compassionate.

Andrelan is a merchant with the Lord sign, who is very social and loves getting to know people. He met Lleana while seeking out enchanting services for the jewellery.

When the Thalmor started taking over they helped sneak people out of the country. A few years before the Great War, the Thalmor were getting wind of their refugee-helping activities, so they had to disappear for their own safety and that of their family. They fled to Morrowind and haven’t had contact with the rest of the family in over four decades.

Mojelmo got their business, and has been running it in Anvi with his wife and two daughters.

Backstory:

Always a sensitive child, and wearing his emotions on his sleeve, Perlas never fit in well with all the performance of Altmer society. His parents were very supportive, though his older brother was not.

From a young age he liked exploring and collecting interesting stuff. He and his mother both have copious rock collections.

He is still lowkey mad about the time someone in his class cheated at marbles to ‘win’ his third-favourite marble.

Perlas studied restoration and healing, working in hospitals.

At some point he became leader of a healing team in the hospital, and was good at it though he could get quite bossy and had very little patience with people being lax around the rules.

If people were genuinely trying their best though, he’d be a warm and encouraging mentor to them. He’s got mother energy.

Perlas also took after his parents in assisting people fleeing the country in a sort of underground railroad.

After their parents went into hiding, the brothers moved to Cyrodiil, except for Tilenn who moved to Skyrim due to being the one to destroy implicating evidence and needing to get further away.

At one point Perlas had a wife, Zilara, and a son Mylen. Zilara was a guard who saved him from being caught trying to sneak a wanted Bosmer patient away. She was gregarious and charming. Unfortunately, beneath that exterior was a deep fear. Zilara found Perlas to be a safe place, and would do anything to hold onto that. But more than that, he’d always been there for her, shoring up her feelings, and she felt owed it. She’d thrown out a jab here and there before to ‘get him used to it’, but waited until they were married to really reveal her nasty side. Over time she became controlling and emotionally abusive, and Perlas had to move out with the son who was in his teens.

Mylen got mad at him for this, and it took years for their relationship to heal.

Perlas and his son lived in Chorrol together, but then the Great War hit, and he did some healing for the Imperial side. It was a particularly sucky decade.

Mylen had an aloof and confident personality, trying to ‘play it cool’ but was really enthusiastic about things deep down. He did feel smothered by his dad at times, but they were overall very close. Mylen was more into the art side of things, and loved finding new people and places to draw.

He did often bring home joyfriends, and basically never got caught, but he had some commitment issues.

At 38 Mylen developed dementia. Perlas opted to care for him on his own, and did quite well at it though they ended up isolated. His nieces did visit, though they lived in Anvil, and their father was kind of a douche.

Mylen died four years later.

As a result, Perlas loathes Sheogorath, who may have given Mylen his creativity, but slowly took it away from him. He hates when people treat Sheogorath as a ‘jester god’. Though he treats the mentally ill with great care, especially when they’ve been given up on by others.

After having essentially put his life on hold for caretaking with little support except from his nieces, he kind of collapsed. His son was dead, and Perlas himself didn’t really know who he was anymore,

Tilenn was living in Skyrim, and they hadn’t seen each other in years. So one evening he got it in his head that he needed to go see Tilenn Right Now. Essentially he just vanished in the middle of the night to walk from Chorrol to Whiterun, and then he woke up on a cart with some Nords…

He spent months recovering with Tilenn, and then joined the College of Winterhold as an ‘apprentice’ (despite being pretty overqualified for it) to learn the other schools of magic. Mostly Destruction and Alteration. He mostly got on well with the others, except Enthir who he constantly fights with. He nearly left immediately on seeing Ancano, but mostly just tried to avoid him. Then a dragon attacked Whiterun while he was visiting and he was revealed to be the Dragonborn.

After a steep learning curve in figuring out how to actually fight, Perlas took quite well to being the Dragonborn. While he does love having new allies, he’s somewhat uncomfortable with being treated as a celebrity as he can’t quite trust if people are being genuinely friendly or not. Part of him loves the freedom of adventuring. He doesn’t particularly like killing, but he will do it. Especially if it’s a Thalmor.

As time goes on he starts to struggle internally with getting too powerful, worrying he could seriously hurt someone by accident. On principle, once he learned Bend Will he never used it again.

When Ancano’s evil plan materialised and they fought to the death, he got hit with a wave of eye of magnus magic, giving him that blue scar. It took him a while to regain his use of magic, and even now it stings sometimes.

And he was temporarily a vampire during the Dawnguard questline due to needing to get in the Soul Cairn. He hated it, especially trying not to burn himself with his own healing spells.

Much like Balgruuf he delayed picking a side in the civil war as much as possible. He’d disliked Ulfric due to him forcing the truce negotiations into giving him Markarth, and also due to being married to someone directly affected by all the racism in Windhelm, but he also never felt right fighting people who wanted to rise up against the Thalmor. Then they marched on Whiterun. He was not having that.