#lleril

[lleril]

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Adril Arano and Lleril Morvayn. At the same time

Lleril's voice makes me want to bite him so hard (in the sexual way)

I admit, I myself have thought of Lleril Morvayn in a Way. While sneaking into his bedroom and riffling through his drawers and sheets. After all, what could a nibble hurt? ❤️‍🔥

[ladytanithia]

Writing WIP Wednesday (11/15)

For a future chapter of Out of the Ashes

@dirty-bosmer @gwilin-stay-winnin @mareenavee @skyrim-forever @thana-topsy @thechaosdragoness @thequeenofthewinter

Miranja was spending a rare idle moment in her room, trying to write a song for Revyn Sadri. She’d never attempted to write a song of her own, and while she knew what she wanted to say, finding the right tune was frustrating her. She was about to just hang it up for a while and let it brew in her mind some more, when Argis knocked at the door.

"Come on in," she called.

Argis poked his head in. “Second Councilor Arano is here to see you.”

Miranja frowned. “Strange for him to come calling unannounced,” she mused aloud. “Send him down, please, Argis.” She put her lute back on its cradle and checked herself in her full-length mirror, then started toward the door, which Argis had left ajar.

Adril knocked softly and pushed the door the rest of the way open, and Miranja met him with a warm hug when he entered.

“Adril, what a pleasant surprise to see you! How are you and Cindiri, love?”

“We are quite well, Miss Miranja, quite well. Thank you for asking.” Even after numerous dinners at her house, the stiff, formal, awkward Adril still hadn’t quite gotten used to Miranja’s physical way of showing affection. She never did it in public, but it still embarrassed him a little. His face was dark when she released him.

"What brings you here, my friend?" She indicated a chair at the table, and they sat down together. "May I offer you a drink?"

Adril seemed uncomfortable. "No, thank you. This... isn't exactly a social visit, but it is of a personal nature. I'm afraid it's rather awkward, but... I feel I would be remiss in my duties as second councilor and as Lleril's friend if I didn't speak to you about this."

Miranja was mystified. "Okay...? Just spit it out, Adril. This is me."

"Well, Lleril has been here in Raven Rock for a long time. You may not be aware, but his wife passed away a few years after he took his position here as councilor. He's never remarried, and he's never even had a romance with another woman since then. He's focused all his energies into being the best leader he can for Raven Rock." Miranja was starting to understand where this was going, and couldn't help but think what an amazing wingman Adril was to Lleril.

[silusvesuius]

i trust ur opinions the most out of any skaighrhim fan i know of, you just never miss

i wanna know your sexuality headcanons

exactly.. speak! i truly never miss; but thank you 🤗💗💛 here i go precursor i think most skajrimlian males hate women so that will be explaining most thoughts here so just put a pin in that OK?

no asteriks in this post because it looks annoying 2 me ; brace yourselves

ulfric is definitely gay but only with relation to galmar (mutualism), he hasn't really ever liked anyone since enough to pursue. he is also gay only because he detests women and finds them disgusting after spending some time with elenwen in the torture dungeons, the events shuffling his neurons. same as ulfric, galmar is also light in the loafers, except out of choice. i just don't think he'd find the same 'excitement' in women. he sticks with ulfric atm because 1. of duty and 2. he's very much obsessed with the security ulfric's mental illness and need for reassurance brings him. He just makes him feel good! and ulfric's not even necessarily trying to. iykyk rikke is straight only cause she hasn't had the chance to experiment (always surrounded by men). she likes a responsible manly man. currently likes tullius and is failing at life Hard bc of it. probably used to like ulfric and/or galmar back when they were bffs but never got to join their men-only pond bathing sessions tullius is bis😁exual! and it drives him nuts, cause he's not allowing himself to get into male-on-male action fully. imagine that paired with his blossoming altmer fetish. it's a hard life to live let me tell U that ....... likes women when they're interesting enough and is more 'attracted' to men. he's more likely to Like an altmer woman. for men it's just a bonus. a big bonus. if he's an altmer. elenwen My daisy flower rose petal Goddess is straight but also i think she's above having a sexuality. i think she likes others based on how interesting she thinks they are, similar to tullius. don't waste her time elisif is bisexual but not in a way she's ready to comprehend with her frail mind (concussion after ulfric's shout that evaporated her boo boo hubby into slop also threw her against a wall), she just kinda searches for literal crumbs of Anything from anyone, will start liking someone if they're nice to her in many ways. bonus if you see her as a snelf like me: she tends to fall for th*lmor very easily cus she sees them often and likes being in their presence due to feeling some sort of familial elf-tie with them (tired of being around humans all the time) hmmmm.... these are most important so i'll talk about anyone else under the cut

fasendil my cuteums is the straightest man(mer) aliiive i think it's cus of the empire's influence. as i mentioned before tullius would have an eye on him but fasendil would swiftly reject him and lose any respect for him completely. he and rikke would be cute and have a very lukewarm Milk boiled water unsalted soup relationship, saying this nicely, i like them talvas my sweety ugly butterfly Apple fairy (sorry i didn't mean to call you that) is gay but he's not registering that information yet in 'canon' events; he's not really interested in love and isn't seeking it out. can't you see he's preoccupied.. with learning.. unlike you lowlifes.! probably never been attracted to a girl, doesn't think about them. he feels happier when praised by men, too. neloth is .... it's hard to tell tbh, but first and foremost i'd say he likes them YYYYOUNG (around 20-30 in human years) and prefers guys over women, just cus he thinks women are harder to deal with, annoying and r fussier. he probably isn't a fan of the usual affection that comes from women, makes him cringe really hard. prefers more of a hesitant type. why not say smth about this bozo: morgul is defffo gay. Bruh you left orc society to hang with ugly twink elves in some ashy stranded island?? 😂😂 bye maybe slitter lets him hit sometimes (is the pay that good?) lleril is an interesting case to me actually, i just remembered when i was reading up on adril it was mentioned he doesn't sleep in the same bed as his wife and it made me laugh really loud; Wow........ explains it all rly. lleril probably thinks nobody can tell he's gay even tho everyone.....can.......... and adril is literally walking around that dinky town doing backflips for him so.. Hm ancano is gay and likes the younger impressionable ones because nobody cares about his ugly ass ever. those always tend to be altmer, or just thalmor subordinates savos is also a blooming pansy with No experience. i think he's pretty good at making his feelings not known (and generally tends to not interact with a bunch of people) so yeah....... nothing LMFAOO this is why he needs some talvas twink action stat i think i ran out of thoughts for now but if anything else comes 2 mind i'll add it later😝

[a-thirst-for-dunmer]

the gods knew tes artists would be too powerful if they gave skyrim dunmer their slutty gold earrings back but that doesn’t mean i want them any less

teldryn sero. ambarys rendar. lleril morvayn. erandur. romlyn dreth. arvel the swift. hell, even revyn sadri would look absolutely cunty in thems. GIVE THEM BACK

[wellthebardsdead]

Riiju-Lei: I was wondering if you could help us with something else besides the whole end of the world business ay?… *removes his helmet and unties the fabric from his forehead showing his third eye*

Neloth: *turns around* Oh and what would that b- *drops the black book he was holding* VORYN?!

Kaidan: Who?

Riiju-Lei: *eyes suddenly rolling to the back of his head again* oh no-

Taliesin: *literally dives catching him in his arms as he collapses* Xel?!

Xelzaz: *already has the potion ready* I’m on it!!

*a few hours later*

Riiju-Lei: *awake and tiredly sipping tea after coming out of yet another fit* please someone just kill me I can’t keep going on like this.

Neloth: *inspecting his features and comparing them to very very old notes he’d taken on house dagoth when he was younger* oh hush you’re fine. There’s simply a part of your brain attempting to block out something that could potentially hurt you. And given what your friends told me I’m guessing it’s Ur Dagoth attempting to possess your body when you’re already Voryn Dagoth.

Kaidan: But- he’s not he’s Riiju-

Riiju-Lei: that’s just the name my adopted mother gave me… I don’t know what my real name is or who I am or who my birth mother and father were…

Neloth: Indeed. Besides, even though it’s been well over a few hundred years I still remember your face very well from my time in the council. You were a real thorn in everyone’s side. Honestly the only difference I see between you now and you then is now you’re actually polite and- oddly pleasant to talk to.

Riiju-Lei: da always said manners cost nothing…

Neloth: a shame your father didn’t raise your past self then, really the only person who liked him was Nerevar and-… hm… I wonder…

Xelzaz: What is it?

Neloth: Nerevar. Of course. He’d certainly know how to help you but, where he is is a bit of a mystery.

Lucien: isn’t he y’know? Dead?

Neloth: what? No no. He got killed yes by the tribunal but he came back in another form and walked as himself for so long he returned to his former chimer glory. He seems to have an extended life thanks to Azuras blessings. *sighs* lucky bastard.

Kaidan: any idea where he might be kicking around then? We could certainly do with his help if it’ll stop these fits.

Neloth: Well, no. As I said his location is a bit of a mystery. He goes off on long journeys for months, years even at a time. And only really returns to morrowind to attend to temple business as the hortator, or to restock and rest before he suddenly up and takes off again. He could be anywhere in tambriel as we speak.

Riiju-Lei: *sighs* great…

Neloth: Oh don’t look so upset. I’ll do my best to help you, if you can gather me some more information on these. *holds out a heart stone*

Everyone: NO!

Riiju-Lei: *instantly falls into another fit* ugh no-

*Meanwhile*

Captain Veleth: *standing on the docks with the councillor & second councillor* I’m telling you. Lad just grew a third eye.

Lleril Morvayn: that is concerning but… considering he also helped us get the mine back up and running and saved your life, and now he’s looking into these ash spawn attacks for us… let’s keep it away from the temples ears for now.

Adril Arano: I have to admit I am concerned sir… if he is the reincarnation of the sharmat-

Lleril Morvayn: Then we inform lord nerevar. *looks up to see a ship sailing into port flying the indoril banners* and speaking of which…

[changelingsandothernonsense]

This one is actually a question from @paraparadigm to me but it's just so good that I think it'd be a fun ask chain. Already sent it to a few unwary adventurers, but especially with your archaeology take, I think this'd be a fun one to hear from you about!

You are in charge of designing a new TES V location. What will it be? Imagine that resources, models, and modding capabilities/skills are no impediment. What do you feel is missing world-wise in the game, and what sort of place would you make? Feel free to adapt as a writing prompt as well =)

I have a bone to pick with parts of Solstheim and Eastern Skyrim because of one simple reason. (not a new area I know but just a general issue about it that bothers me).

Volcanic ash appears in snow, ash in general does, but it's meant to alter the colour of the snow.

The last one is from the 2019-20 Bushfires (I lived in the middle of that, it was a time and it wasn't my first time in the fire line) showing the effects of the smoke and ash had on the mountains in New Zealand 4157.41 km away. Ash and smoke travel far. I want that reflected in the landscape. Red Mountain has been erupting magically for the last 200 years, there has to be evidence of that in Skyrim and Solstheim. So I would change the colour of the snow and ice from Dawnstar-Windhelm-Winterhold and the Velothi Mountain range. Make it have a brown/grey/pink tinge depending on how close to the border you get.

Solstheim I want mixed, the island is still pretty far north and should be cold. I don't mind the lower section of the island being ashlands but the north needs to have ASHY SNOW. Solstheim should be completely covered in it. The snow should be orange-brown.

I think that the icefields near the Skaal Village should reflect how much the environment has changed between Bloodmoon and Dragonborn.

There should be surface ash every time that volcano erupts right across the island. I love the ash storms and mod them to make them more oppressive (having experienced my share of both ash and sand storms, that shit is blinding).

My issue is not enough ash, I want more ash physics, let it get in your hair, more ash build up in some of the buildings, even some remnants along the border. Refugees' Rest should look more devastated, and expand the graveyard. I want evidence that it's actually a Dunmer gravesite and that people still travel there to remember their loved ones. I want evidence that they tried to inter their dead traditionally, but ultimately had to bury them in above-ground cairns (originally used as burial mounds). I want the Nordic tradition to slowly encroach on the refugees, they need to use that graveyard. I also want the Gray Quater to be expanded, it's a slum that's confined to like two alleyways, make it larger. More dunmer flair, add their own marketplace. I want them to look like they tried to make it their own over the last 200 years.

So more little fixes, I also think Raven Rock should be expanded, with more evidence that the Redoran just built over the old Imperial settlement. My, my maybe I want a bit of a Tel style of settlement (as in man-made hill settlements with a lot of layers, as opposed to shroom towers in the Morrowind sense). The ash compacts quite a bit and preserves the underlying structures. A Redoran building with a reused Imperial floor. More ruined buildings and settlements, make it look like the Redoran tried to expand but each event from the Argonain Invasion (it happened, Lleril Morvayn did many a thing, respect that man!) to the crumbling of the Bulwark, to just every time Red Mountain erupts should cause a similar effect to what we see in-game (everyone just lives within the safety of the Bulwark). Just, more evidence that they tried, because Morvayn really did). I want more NPCs to have fled Windhelm and ended up there as well. I want interconnectedness. I also would live to see a gradual improvement of the settlement if you do all the quests to help them out. Particularly if you open the mines. More money is coming in, let the EEC take a renewed interest in the Ebony flowing out of it.

I also want more trade to take place between Tel Mithryn and Raven Rock. They should have fixed that pier, the sea should be used to transport goods moreso than braving the ash. Neloth can't get his fancy teas without trade.

[ariveth]

            IT’S NOT THAT SHE’S NOT FOND OF THE MORVAYNS. Entirely opposite, in fact — Ariveth probably adores them more than is necessary or proper. Her time on Solstheim, assisting and working in the service of House Redoran among other things, had resulted in a close relationship only forged by loyalty and trust. But she couldn’t help but wonder... couldn’t Lleril be a little more brief with his words? There’s a tankard at the Retching Netch with her name on it, and after such a long day, she longed to retire to it.

              “You need not worry so much, Councilor,” she promises with the utmost patience and what she hopes is an assuring smile. “This will not be the first time I meet a high-ranking Redoran official, I’m sure you know. I will behave myself.” Well, perhaps there were less well-founded aspects to the aforementioned trust between them. Propriety being chief among them.

              She’s not sure what she expects when they finally arrive. Standing off to the side by the wall, leaving room for the visitors to take the floor, Ariveth tries not to crane her neck and ogle the pair too much. An older dunmer, well-dressed and clearly distinguished, beside one much younger, clad in boiled netch-leather armor. She perks up at the sight of the other dunmer’s daggers — good taste in weaponry, indeed. The discussion that follows is even less concise than dear Lleril’s orders to Ariveth, and she can feel herself wilting from boredom to the point of considering simply excusing herself with some sort of falsity. That is, until the sound of her name brings her back to attention.

              “And perhaps,” the councilor suggests, glancing directly at her, “in the meantime, Ariveth could accompany young Haleth, should she wish to see the town? While I’ve no doubt she can more than handle herself, a guide would be beneficial, I’m sure.”

@dragxnsfire

[mitebitmurderous]

lleril morvayn and adril arano have some fag shit going on and i KNOW it

[selseasong]

Lleril Nelvas, Telvanni sorcerer and artifact researcher, now disgraced and banished from his House.

[lleril]

Kaeya

[kelleyfrye]

Lleril Morvayn NPC

[silusvesuius]

(talvas voice) master neloth that’s cringe

[expended-sleeper]

The Watcher of Blacklight

Teldryn attached the sap to his belt with a sigh, ran a hand over his unfortunately shaved head, and left the office.

“Ah, and this must be our representative from the Blacklight guard.” Lleril Morvayn smiled. “Just in time...for the most part.”

The gathered elves turned to look at Teldryn, along with the Redguard who'd stalled for him. A mature black-haired woman stood beside Morvayn, in similar noble clothing. The two guards closest to him wore no helmets: a tall, severe-looking mer, with a dark goatee and a head even balder than Teldryn’s own, and a shorter and younger mer with laugh lines etched into his cheerful face. His hair was gold-kanet yellow and fell down to his shoulders.

“Captain Modyn Veleth,” the first elf offered. “I’m the commander of Councilor Morvayn’s personal guard. This is my second, Galdres Aundae.”

“Teldryn Sero,” Teldryn drawled, and executed a perfect bow. “The finest Redoran Guard in the city, at your service. You’ll be well-protected here, Councilor, be assured of that. I’ve never come across an assassin that could get past my blades.”

The Redguard woman looked unimpressed. “Met many assassins?”

Morvayn spoke, “Three blessings, Teldryn. I have full faith in the abilities of the Redoran Guard, of course. I’d like to introduce you to Anora al-Sentinel, a private mercenary that’ll be working with us to find out who's trying to have me killed.”

Teldryn studied her closely. “Hold on just a moment. You’re that minstrel I saved at Dovoroth’s Bounty. The dazed lute player. What in Oblivion are you doing here?”

“Didn’t save me. Wasn’t a lute.” She tapped her staff on the dock. “Here to protect Morvayn.”

Veleth interrupted, “Considering the nature of the threats we’ve received, the Councilor and I thought it best to contract some outside assistance. All will be explained once we’re settled in the Rootspire.”

Anora raised her brow. “Satisfied?”

The mer next to Morvayn seemed to notice them all for the first time. Her eyes looked past Teldryn to the walls and towers of the city.

"Oh, Lleril," she said with a sigh. "How I wish Adril could have come with us. Who knows when we'll next visit Blacklight?"

"Our capable Second Councilor remains in Raven Rock, attending to the needs of the town," Morvayn explained. "This is Cindiri Arano, his wife."

Teldryn bent to kiss her hand. "It's truly an honor. You've been to our beautiful city before, my lady?"

"Adril and I lived in Blacklight for a few of your lifetimes." She drew her hand back and pursed her lips. "The Council has sent a child to protect you, Lleril. I told you they wouldn't take us seriously. He's not even got a sword."

Teldryn stiffened, and wasn't quick enough to banish the hurt from his face. Need a blighted mask. Anora watched him, something like curiosity in her expression.

Galdres stepped forward next to Teldryn and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Come now, friends. Let's not throw young Sero in the Inner Sea before even seeing what he can do."

"Aye," Veleth agreed. "But enough talk. This harbor is too exposed, and I don't care to think about how easily one could eavesdrop from under this dock. Onwards, to the Rootspire."

Teldryn got some sort of hold on himself. "Of course." He nodded towards the canal on the other side of the docks, where fishermer sat watching their lines and children peered down into the murky waters. "Gondolier would be the quickest way. Quick past Old Stone, slow through Manor, and then it's just a short walk to the citadel."

[wellthebardsdead]

The loved & the forgotten pt13

Part 12 here

———

Vivienne: *seated in the shamans house with the rest of the group as they fuss over him and his injuries* it’s not that bad Taliesin-

Taliesin: There is a HOLE! IN YOUR STOMACH!

Vivienne: there was one in my chest when I fell asleep and now it’s g-hHhone- ow that hurts! *whimpers as Taliesin cleans it so Storn can sew him back up*

Taliesin: Oh gods can you please just stop getting hurt for one day Vivi, you’re going to turn my hair grey!

Vivienne: I think you’d look quite nice with white ha-

Taliesin: Don’t. Even joke about that.

Vivienne: *giggles softly and hisses as Storn starts sewing up his wounds* is… everyone else okay?… I sort of… lost my mind when mora stabbed me I… don’t really remember anything.

Storn: oh yes, everyone’s fine thanks to you my friend. My daughters headed to raven rock to inform them of your victory. I imagine they’re all a bit rattled from those shockwaves you sent out fighting old herma mora. I swear we could feel the earth itself shake in your presence, I’ve never known one of a person who could hold such power.

Vivienne: it’s… not my power… it… was his…

Storn: his? Herma mora?

Vivienne: no… it belonged to Vivec but… even then it wasn’t rightfully his I… I saw him.

Kaidan: *looks up from his food* you… you saw Vivec? In apocryha?

Vivienne: *shakes his head* no I… saw through his eyes, his, memories… he was raised by a blind netchiman. I was raised by a blind fisherman. We both got abandoned as teenagers in some way or another… we both had to sell our bodies for money… but he… got saved by a very handsome mer, he had gold skin, white hair, he said his name was Neht…

Lucien: *suddenly chokes on his wine*

Inigo: *pats his back* you are meant to swallow not breathe it my friend.

Taliesin: *looks to them then back at vivi* what else did you see dear?…

Vivienne: I think he was in love with neht at some point they… they made love but… then I saw him… he… killed him. Vivec he… cut off his face I think?… but then I woke up and I was a baby.

Kaidan: oh aye, I’ve had one of those dreams before. Nothin more weird than seeing your grown self wearing a diaper being-

Taliesin: *glares at him*

Kaidan: oop… I’ll shut up now. *clears his throat* g-go on love.

Vivienne: I’d… just been born… vivec was holding me he… didn’t look well. He looked sick, and tired… so tired… he cut my cord with a knife and put me in a basket on his guar… I watched him collapse and bleed out in the Ashland’s before I woke up in apocrypha… im… sorry I brought miraak back with me… I couldn’t bring myself to kill him.

Taliesin: don’t apologise my love… if you trust he’ll behave himself then we trust you.

Kaidan: aye… but he’s still sleeping outside tonight for the shite he’s out you through.

*meanwhile outside*

Miraak: *seated under one of his dragons shivering* I deserve this.

*Meanwhile in Raven Rock*

Nerevar: *helping the councillor try to calm the towns people as they run about frantically trying to secure their homes and possessions terrified the mountain is going to erupt again thinking the shockwaves came from it* Please people calm yourselves, the mountain is not going to erupt-

Drovas Relvi: It’s because he brought that sharmat here with him! We’re all going to die he’s going to make the mountain erupt again!

Lleril Morvayn: Drovas! Hold your tongue and calm yourself! Lord Dagoth is not responsible for this-

Bralsa Drel: I-it’s not fair! The mines only just opened back up and now I’m going to lose everything again!

Voryn: Nobody is losing anything I assure you we will find the cause of all of thi-

Meden Maren: I-im not listening to the l-likes if you! Y-you’re the reason it blew in the first place-

Adril Arano: ENOUGH!

*silence*

Adril Arano: If I hear another insult towards lord dagoth or disrespect towards the Hortator the mouths responsible will find themselves eating rotten ash yams in a jail cell for the rest of their lives! We do not know what caused this! But we do know it was not the mountain! You are all safe. So please. Just be calm and allow us to handle this.

Frea: *suddenly emerges from the crowd holding a letter from her father and the chief* Greetings of the all father upon you. I am Frea of the Skaal, and I know of what caused these disturbances, but it is not a threat to any of you.

Nerevar: *steps forward and bows his head to her* greetings Frea, you know of what caused these tremors in the earth?

Frea: yes. It was the dragonborn. In his quest to defeat miraak he asked for our help, but we were all tricked by herma mora. The demon tried to kill my father but the dragonborn leapt in the way. His wounds would have killed any ordinary man, but all it did was awaken an inhuman rage within himself and he tore the beast to pieces, quite literally. *suddenly pulls a cloth from her pocket and unwraps it revealing half of one of Hermaeus moras eyes making everyone recoil in disgust*

Nerevar: *looks at it then at the letter as she hands it to him* the dragonborn?…

Frea: Yes. This letter is signed by our chief and my father as witnesses to his battle. He returned at sunrise with miraak as his prisoner, the threat looming over solstheim is now at rest.

Nerevar: *opens the letter and reads it before looking back at Voryn who nods to him* … *looks back at frea* what… is this dragonborns name? If you don’t mind me asking?

Frea: He calls himself Vivienne. But I heard old Herma Mora call him Vivec.

Everyone: *silence* …

Nerevar: *clears his throat and nods* I. Yes… thank you my friend for delivering us this message, um, councillor can you arrange some compensation for her travels?

Lleril Morvayn: I- oh yes of course. *gestures to Frea to follow him and leads her off to the councillors office*

Adril Arano: Well then. If that’s settled. Everyone please return to your dwellings. Everything is alright.

Voryn: *sighs watching the crowd disburse before pulling on his helm once more*

Sen Dres: *walks past him slowly* Tsk Tsk. All this time and all you’ll ever be remembered for is all the death you caused. *waves his hand to him as he walks off towards the temple* oh well.

Voryn: I was hypnotised by the heart of a dead god. You walk as a proud slaver and son to a traitor.

Sen Dres: … *stops in his tracks gritting his teeth, knowing he can’t say what he wants to with nerevar so close by*

Voryn: At least I may take solace in the fact I can rest my head at night and be forgiven still. I was given another chance by the good daedra to redeem myself. How you can sleep at all knowing how many people despise you though… I’ll never know… *glares at him with all 3 eyes glowing red in the fading light of the sunset as dusk finally falls*

Sen Dres: *huffs and storms off to the temple*

Nerevar: *watches him leave before looking up at voryn* we need to make sure we get to him before he does…

Voryn: chances are he’ll be arriving here in a few days, or even tomorrow for all we know… we need to keep our guard up…

Nerevar: …do you… know why he’s been attending the temple so much?…

Voryn: something wretched is afoot…

*meanwhile*

Sen Dres: *storms into the temple* Galdrus! *hurries over to the priest* You were right! He is vivec after all!

Galdrus Hlervu: You see~ my sources are never wrong my lord~

Sen Dres: *sighs* I always knew there was something… Godly about him but I could never put my finger in it…

Galdrus Hlervu: yes, quite. But I have something you’ll be greatly interested in~ I had to steal this from Elder Othreloths study after he locked it away in there. But I’m sure it’ll be of more use to you, especially when it comes to, wooing our ‘god’ to lend us his powers~ *opens a box revealing the ash mask of vivec*

Sen Dres: *has no intention of helping the priest get Vivi or his powers, wanting instead to keep him all to himself and just using Galdrus, unaware he’s being used just as much* gods- *gasps softly and carefully picks it up* oh, it’s him, it’s my vivi…

[changelingsandothernonsense]

For Sy and Tel: 🍍, 🍪, and 🍻

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

Sydari feels the most comfortable in Raven Rock, something about the place, the people feel like it was always meant to be her home. She was gifted Severin Manor by Lleril Morvayn for her help in a few major rebuilding efforts, it's her favourite home that she owns. She once felt safe in Riften but several events drove her out of that place semi-permanently. She's preparing to move everything she owns to Raven Rock permanently but fate had other ideas, that would have to wait. Her pet bunny made the trip over at least, she loves that little guy.

Teldryn has never felt comfortable anywhere, he's not even sure if that's a thing. He roams, he use to have a home but it was more a place where he would crash after a long day of essentially being a fuckboi (pre-Nerevarine days there). He doesn't actually remember whose house it even was but it was pleasant, warm and almost safe. He makes a point of living a spartan existence, he partially owns the Retching Netch so technically that was his home (he has a room there that's locked, no one can rent it out, and it's the only room with a built-in bath so he doesn't have to share). He started making himself a space in Severin Manor as well, eventually allowing himself to accumulate some personal belongings that can't fit into a backpack. It eventually becomes his home too.

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

Sydari has a few possessions that have sentimental value, there's her bunny, Thistle who she found tied in an abandoned shack not long after her final Skooma disaster. She put all her focus on nursing him back to health, he's the one thing she feels herself around, her actual self. Only showable to a rabbit. There's her soul gem necklace (something she wares to remind herself that she is powerful and that no one can truly mess with her again) she shares a split soul gem with Karliah, they both had a bone to pick with that soul. Finally, she carries around an old note with a crude drawing of a netch on it. It's in Dunmeris, so she has no idea what it says but it was given to her by what she assumes was the same mercenary that saved her from the cold as a small child. It's her oldest possession and the handwriting is beautiful. It reminds her that maybe someone is looking out for her, even if she'll never know who it is.

Teldryn's most prized and sentimental possession is his red-orange scarf, seriously. It was his grandmother's that he snatched from her burning funeral pyre. She was the only relative that showed him any compassion that wasn't just a series of strings-attached favours that he owed. It's the thing that makes him feel safe, he plays with it when he's nervous. It's ancient, full of holes and should have been thrown out a century ago but he can't get rid of it. He can't let go. He wears it as a mask both literally and figuratively.

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Sydari likes to read or tries to. She enjoys grabbing a bottle of wine, disappearing into her bedroom and tackling at least one chapter. She feels a sense of personal accomplishment every time she gets through one. Accomplishment makes her feel relaxed. Maybe she'll have a long hot bath, or she would if it wasn't constantly occupied!!! She use to disappear into a skooma-addled haze, she doesn't do that anymore.

Teldryn commandeers the baths, for hours, every night. He's got a whole set of rituals that he needs to complete to make himself not feel like a dirty, blighted freak. Mostly that involves bathing and a really gross tea that relieves the itchiness from his corprus scaring. If he can't bathe then he becomes insufferable so it's just easier to let him take over the place for 3 hours instead of arguing about it. He likes grooming himself, which is funny because no one ever actually sees his face for long enough to appreciate the effort he puts into it.

He still drinks himself to sleep every night but his binges haven't been as bad as they use to be. No assaulting poor netches in the night, Sydari would kill him!