#king laloriaran dynar

[cosmicallium]

world's pointiest man

[elisebal]

Did Miraak ever know about the Nedes to the south of Skyrim and their Ayleid enslavers?

Two things for this one.

1. My friend Lleralyn is half ayleid and proof that not all of them are the exact same way (I know you never said that but I wanted to be clear that I'm fully aware there were ayleids with a different mindset) . Their father broke off from the rest of his people and took those that followed to the land of the Direnni, Bjoulsae, where he met the future Queen Nefrenya. A woman of striking beauty and grace (I met her personally, she became family to me after some time. She was a wonderfully kind woman and devoted to her kingdom and those she considered family.)

2. To actually answer your question, I believe he might have known about them but I doubt he paid much attention as he would have been occupied with situations within the dragon cult.

[yansurnummu]

A Variation of the Truth

Auredil knows how it feels to fall. He knows the vertigo of being at the top and looking down, how it feels to hit the ground.

Rating: Mature

Words: 26,000

Chapters: 7/7

Relationships: Prince Naemon/Vestige, King Laloriaran Dynar/Vestige, Vestige/OC

(CW: death (both temporary & permanent), substance abuse & addiction, depression & suicidal ideation)

Auredil smells like the sea. Not in a poetic way, Lindir muses, no; he smells like brine and sand and waterlogged wood, like washed-up kelp that's been drying too long in the sun. He's not unlike a sailor, soaked in seawater and whiskey and gods-know-what-else.

Lindir nods to himself, scribbles that down in the journal in front of him. A few feet away, he watches fiery hair hit the wood of the bar counter, fingers loosening around the tankard he once held, and he frowns.

Auredil is no sailor, Lindir knows, though he certainly drinks like one. He rolls a gold coin to Fatima, giving her an apologetic glance. Why he keeps paying Auredil's tab, he doesn't know. Maybe it's out of pity – or maybe he hopes to someday win his trust and solve his mysteries.

Or maybe he's just gone soft. It would be foolish to deny that under the sand and grime and poor coping mechanisms lies what could have once been a handsome High Elf; and it would be foolish to deny that he's a little bit interested.

And, Auredil’s nice to him, under the snark and deflection. He actually listens to his stories and poems with quiet interest, and laughs at his jokes when he’s drunk enough.

He's like seaglass, Lindir thinks; perhaps he was once a finely-crafted bottle, but now he's aged and corroded, dashed on the rocks and the waves until fragments are all that's left.

But there is something left. It may not be its purest form, or its most sculpted, but there's something beautiful about it nonetheless. He writes that down as well.

In quiet moments like this, Lindir wonders who Auredil used to be, when he sees small glimmers of the glass peek through. He wonders how far he's drifted, the shores he's washed up on. 

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[choccy-zefirka]

When creating my Lalo Sim in Sims 4, I ended up filling his house with more lamps than usual, first by accident, and then going OOOOH and realizing that this plays perfectly well into his trauma.

[zhaitansvisage]

King Dynar: -you have never disappointed me

Literally me and all my vestiges: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[sheirukitriesfandom]

Don't forget that the entire biography ends with him being imprisoned by Molag Bal.

man i cant possibly imagine why alessia might not be cool with you guys worshiping meridia, specifically. not familiar with any kind of beef between alessia and her armies and the daedric prince meridia. ill do some research and come back with a conclusion eventually

[tamrieldrifter]

The Akaviri legacy

The Cloud Ruler Temple, located high in the Jerall Mountains northwest of Bruma, is more fortress then sanctuary. It was said to have been built at the very founding of the Second Empire by Reman Cyrodiil's Akaviri Dragonguard. The temple is now all but inaccessible as at the height of the Planemeld a Dark Anchor was opened above it and the entire temple was lifted from the ground in an attempt to drag it into Coldharbour. Before the daedra were able to fully abduct it however the Planemeld threat was ended. Yet the Dark Anchor has somehow persisted above the temple beyond the destruction of the Planar Vortex, whilst dremoran warriors and daedric harvesters continue to guard the approach and surrounding area.

Despite their prominent role in Reman’s creation of the Second Empire, the original Akaviri Dragonguard were eventually disbanded after the assassination of Reman III. Their traditions and influence on Tamriel however have persisted to this very day, with the Fighter's Guild formation some 250 years ago, and my own chosen martial art, that of the Dragon Knight, both a living legacy of the Akaviri.

The only modern day Dragonguards I have met have been Sai Sahan, a title given to him by the deceived emperor Varen Aquilarios, a man whose selfish desire to be named dragonborn led to the fall of the Second Empire, and almost of Nirn itself. The other being the most noble Drake of Blades, the protector of the Dragonfires. She who was touched by Akatosh, and blessed with a sense of honour that surpasses any I have met; save perhaps for the Last King of the Ayleids, Laloriaran Dynar.

S.K

[cosmicallium]

They’re watching Galerion try to do a backflip again

[choccy-zefirka]

Look at my beloved being all majestic

[caliblorn]

/TESMERmay2022/ 25-27 may, AYLEID

King Laloriaran Dynar, trapped in the Lightless Cell. Meridia’s Light is his only hope...

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

Khyrus Morn Dynar is trans as fuck. Born a girl Nord with a totally different name that has been lost to time now, he came out to his parents who are alcoholism incarnates, and they hated him. He eventually said he loved men, and they kicked him out.

Khyrus joined the Ebonheart Pact, and began his transition. During this time of tumultuism with himself, Khyrus went to Oblivion to fight Molag Bal. It was there that he met King Laloriaran Dynar, whom Khyrus rescued, and that's when he truly began changing. Khyrus, during his two years in Coldharbour, spent his time helping all he could with Laloriaran's guidance and assistance. He learned about Ayleid culture, history, life, and so on, and took a deep interest in it all.

At one point, Khyrus let his hair grow out long and tried to braid it like Ayleids did. He struggled, failed, and made a mess, but Laloriaran found him at this time, and smiled kindly. The king approached him and brushed his hair out, then showed Khyrus how to properly braid it in a typical Elven style.

Khyrus asked the king to teach him Alyeidoon, which Laloriaran was all too happy to do because it upset his ancestors who were racist fucks, and hated the Nords specifically, all while carrying on Ayleid history and life in a better light. Khyrus began speaking the language around the king and would find himself accidentally slipping Ayleidoon words into sentences spoken in the common tongue. Along with this, Khyrus's accent changed. It went from a Nord accent to... almost an Elven one. The man couldn't really grow much facial hair because he was trans, so from a distant glance he just looked like a beefy Elf.

Eventually, Khyrus killed Molag Bal, and he and his allies, Laloriaran included, escaped Oblivion with their lives. And when Khyrus returned to the Mundus, people he once knew could hardly recognize him anymore. They saw a man trying to be something, someone, different, and he was not always accepted for this.

But King Laloriaran ALWAYS accepted Khyrus.

The two continued spending their days together, as student and mentor, and at one point Khyrus just up and left in the night without word or warning. It was there that he traveled to his homeland of Skyrim, to the small shack where he was born. Passed out in a pile of broken bottles, his mother and father lay snoring. Khyrus woke them.

Both parents scowled as they looked upon this strange man. They didn't know who he was, what he was doing there. But when Khyrus spoke, the parents heard a hint of what they once knew. And they were abhorred. Horrified. Here stood an abomination to everything they stood for and made: a man who spoke and looked like an Elf but was a Nord. The parents DEMANDED Khyrus leave at once. They wanted nothing to do with him, and disowned him as their child. Stripped him of his Nord name, and said they had no son.

It was there that a portal opened, with a tall, golden skinned Elf king, who stepped out and spoke in an unknown language. A language however that Khyrus knew all too well.

Laloriaran said in Ayleidoon, "They may have no son, but I most certainly do." He approached Khyrus and hugged him close. Told him to come home.

Khyrus cried, falling into the king.

From the open portal, another man appeared. King Emeric. Khyrus's lover. And Emeric held Khyrus as well and told him his father was worried beyond measure to the point he approached the court to speak with Emeric directly, and find Khyrus.

All three gathered Khyrus's old things. Some old journals, and a few other items, then walked through the portal together and to Laloriaran's castle.

Emeric had to leave, so he did, and Khyrus spent the night unable to sleep. He kept looking at himself. A Nord. Trying so hard to be an Elf. Born in the body of a woman, trying to be a man. He was not what he wanted to be at all. He was a mistake. A failure of what he should have been. He couldn't exist right, but he couldn't die, either. The Divines and the Daedra wouldn't let him. He tried many times, but something or someone always intervened or sent his soul back to his body. Khyrus hated his heritage, his biological parents, he hated being related to them. He wanted to be rid of himself, and eventually began crying so much that he couldn't cry anymore. There, he fell asleep.

And that's when the dream began.

Khyrus was standing in a form as pure light. This form felt different and strange, and held no detail. He floated, hovered, and began moving around in an endless plane of nothing. But then he saw Laloriaran standing, and who looked at his son confused.

Khyrus spoke, asking the king where they were. What was happening?

His father heard the voice and knew it was Khyrus. Laloriaran told him he wasn't sure what was happening or where they were. But certainly they'd find out together.

Is was then that both moved forth, and eventually found a Welkynd stone. Only... this one was golden. Like Khyrus's form in this moment. He touched it, and a vision played.

On a platform stood Laloriaran holding a crown. Before him, an Ayleid knelt down with their back to the scene. And below the platform, people stood eagerly and watched. Laloriaran spoke in Ayleidoon, saying that the kingdom continues because of this Ayleid before himself. It grows ever onward, and that from the ashes of the dead past, rises a new life. A prince. A hero. And there, Laloriaran placed the crown on this Elf, who stood as the people cheered and watched him turn around to face them all.

This Ayleid prince had Khyrus's features, his hair, his body type, and his voice.

The vision ended there, and both Khyrus and his father looked at one another strangely. Welkynd stones showed the past when activated. But this one showed what looked like a future. But what future? How could this be real?

And then, Khyrus saw his form solidify from light into something else. Into a body. One exactly like that which he had seen in the vision. An Ayleid body. With Ayleid features like that of his father. Long, pointed ears, broad lanky structure, golden skin, and bright blue eyes. Khyrus couldn't find words.

Laloriaran hugged the man once more, smiling. "Arane Nenalatakynd," he said. King's son, water of light.

Both woke up, and Khyrus, now Ayleid in body, soul, everything, ran to find his father. They embraced joyously.

Weeks later, Khyrus and his father held a ceremony at the castle, with Emeric smiling proud and watching.

Laloriaran held an Ayleid crown as Khyrus knelt before him, and the father approached. Speaking to his son before all, he said essentially, "I name you now Alata Dynar, my son. My light, for it was from the light itself which you were born again. Prince of Ayleids, take your mantle and rise. Live once more as baunel, mighty god. As alatael, light god. Stand before the realms of Aurbis, and conquer in the name of our ancestors, for the better future of all." Laloriaran set the crown upon Khyrus, who stood as all cheered.

Emeric walked onto the platform there, smiling. He knelt before Khyrus, Alata, then made a speech about how it doesn't matter what form Khyrus takes. It doesn't matter to him who he becomes. Emeric said he will love the man no matter what happens. Where he goes. What he achieves. All that Khyrus does and will do, just strengthens how Emeric had always felt about him. There, the king offered a ring to Khyrus. He asked if the prince would marry him.

Khyrus fell to his knees hugging Emeric close, and kissed him. He took the ring gladly, and both were married shortly thereafter.

Khyrus Morn/Alata Dynar, changed everything about himself to come into his own. He became what he wanted, everything he'd ever dreamed of, and found love not just with others, but with himself, all throughout his long journey of transitioning. And I love that for him. I love my Ayleid prince.

happy transgender day of visibility to all tes fans because i know you’re celebrating

[soullessbullshit]

Molag Bal: I feel like it’s important to make one calculated bad decision a week. For your health.

Laloriaran: You know what? You’re right.

Laloriaran: Help, I’m trapped in Coldharbour.

Molag Bal: Got another one, girls!

[irithyllians]

@ace-memelord’s wyress josephine and my snow elf vampire, isidar + @cosmicallium’s freyla and laloriaran dynar 💛

[elvensnowart]

✨ -- commission for arduanatt !! it was a delight to draw such an iconic pair !!

[ace-memelord]

My dear @cosmicallium​ made a neat little trend to show off your Vestige and other playable characters 😎 I actually have more but decided to split it into two posts, so stay tuned for part 2! 👀💞

[cosmicallium]

Three of them