#not Dunmer but this a thing in my d&d setting

[wellthebardsdead]

Clockwork Heart pt33

Part 32 here

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Nerevar: You told them your name?!

Wyrm: *hiccups softly as he cries into taliesins robe, the group now safely back together at the winking skeever*

Taliesin: *gently holding his partner safe in his arms* He was cornered! by Rulindil of all people! What did you want him to do? Incriminate himself by being caught turning invisible? Believe me he wouldn’t be the first person tied to the rack for doing so.

Voryn: *offering Wyrm a cup of tea to try and soothe him* Neht, be gentle with him, he’s lucky to have made it out alive.

Nerevar: *sighs and sits down* you’re right… it could have gone a lot worse.

Caryalind: No blood, no other witnesses apart from Rulindil too. Elenwen will have a hard time pinning anything on you friend… if she’s even alive after how much wine I watched her consume… oh gods maybe she was dead?

Nerevar: she certainly looked it as Ondolemar carried her away… Did you hear her call him ulfric as well or was I just hearing things?

Caryalind: Oh no I heard that too~ I think if any threats come our way I’ll just say I’m conducting an investigation on reports of a star crossed love affair between her and the leader of the rebellion~ I imagine she’ll jump out of her robes trying to backflip out of that situation… *shudders* ugh, there’s an image.

Taliesin: Elenwen and ulfric- oh gods that’s though to make me taste bile in the back of my throa- Wyrm?

Wyrm: *shifts in his lap taking the tea cup with a trembling hand and having a sip* d-did I get enough information?…

Taliesin: *gently holds the cup with him, voryns hand lingering under it too* shhh steady darling.

Nerevar: *glances at Wyrms bag before pulling out the dossiers and looking through them* one on Esbern… One on Delphine, one on ulfric, and one on- the Akaviri?

Kaidan: The Akaviri?…

Nerevar: *opens it up and reads through it quietly his face growing more and more stern with each sentence* … *looks up at Kaidan and holds it out to him* you need to read this…

Kaidan: *stares at him and the book nervously before taking it* I’ll. Um… I’ll be in my room. *nods to the group and walks out quietly, closing the door as he leaves*

Caryalind: what was in the book?…

Nerevar: *sighs* a report. On the genocide of the Akaviri settlements in skyrim…

Everyone: *silence*

Nerevar: *picks up Esberns dossier* but, apart from that, nothing on the dragons as expected. Esbern however, is in riftens ratway. Just like we’d suspected… *looks at Wyrm as he sets the book down and picks up his ale* …You did great Hla Aka…

Wyrm: *smiles a little through his tears at the praise before looking up at taliesin* …Can you tell me about your nickname now? Piper?

Taliesin: *nearly drops the tea in shock and coughs* wh-when were alone maybe.

*a few hours later*

Caryalind: *unable to sleep listening to soft cries and voices from the room next to his. Kaidan weeping mournfully that he could be the last Akaviri in skyrim, that he may never find what happened to his mother. And nerevar and inigo comforting him through his pain… pain caused by his father, his family, and the senseless violence and cruelty they’d spread across nirn* … *sighs and gets up to see if the bar is open, hoping another glass of wine will knock him senseless enough to fall asleep numb* gods Caryalind, what have you gotten yourself in- *stands there in silence spotting a trail of silver hair sliding down the stairs* …to. Wyrm?! *hurries down after him, pausing only for a moment contemplating running to get help or running after him, deciding the latter as the best option* Wyrm where are you going?! *runs from the stairs into the tavern to see the small dunmer already heading out the door, completely barefoot and only in his long night shirt, and very much, still asleep* WYRM!!?!!? *books it after him, sliding over a table and staggering out the door trying to figure out how he can move so quickly despite his height. Only to nearly scream in an almost falsetto as he spots the dunmer lifting a manhole cover in the middle of the street* WYRM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! *falters for a moment debating to go get help, only to nearly faint watching the dunmer simply drop into the sewer* WYRM!!!! *hurries over wondering why now of all times there’s nobody around to help except him* oh gods oh gods Wyrm don’t move I’m coming do- *blinks watching as a green butterfly suddenly flits right by his face, landing on his shoulder before fluttering off as a purple butterfly flies up and lands on his nose before flitting away as well* what in oblivion?… *looks down in the sewer again* …what was in that wine?!

*a few hours later*

Taliesin: *running out of the inn* He can’t have gone far!!

Nerevar: He was laying right beside you how did you not notice him moving?!

Taliesin: Oh I don’t know it might have something to do with the severe sleep deprivation you put us through this past month getting us here!!! Maybe ask your husband why he didn’t wake up to Wyrms sleep walking like he normally does instead of yelling at me!

Nerevar: Don’t you dare blame voryn for this!

Kaidan: Have none of you focking noticed that thalmor prick is missing too?! He’s obviously run off with him!

Inigo: but his bag is still here and-

Voryn: *trying to find any connection to Wyrm through the heart, the mountain, the dream sleeve, anything* WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP!!

*silence*

Voryn: thank y-

*scraping of metal on stone and the exhausted gasping of a very, very worn out high elf*

Caryalind: *pushes the manhole cover away and pulls himself and a still fast asleep Wyrm out of the sewers, along with a strange chunk of amber and a rather ordinary but very big sword in hand* A-a little help? Please?

Taliesin: Wyrm! *pushes past everyone running to the pair, immediately taking Wyrm from the prince and holding him tight in his arms* love?

Wyrm: *only gives a soft hum in response, hugging the odd sword and it’s scabbard close as he sleeps soundly, the blade nearly twice the length of his body* hmnn…

Voryn: *helps Caryalind out of of the sewer along with nerevar and inigo* by the gods what happened? You look like you’ve been through oblivion and back?

Caryalind: *covered in venom, the pigment of a rainbow of butterflies, and sporting a number of cuts and bruises* I think I- I think I literally did. You can go down and see for yourself I- I need to sit down. *falls back passing out into inigo’s arms from both blood loss and exhaustion*

Inigo: My friend?!

Nerevar: *grunts lifting the taller elf up* Let’s get them inside an- *stands there bewildered as Kaidan suddenly takes the prince from his arms, holding him so carefully and gently* Kaidan?

Kaidan: I’ve got him… you focus on Wyrm… *turns and walks off into the inn*

Everyone: *looks at each other perplexed before looking at Taliesin then at Wyrm as a humble monarch butterfly flits down and lands on his head*

Wyrm: *sneezes and jolts awake* W-wah?! Huh?!

*a few days later*

Wyrm: *well rested and twirling about in the new mage robes he’d purchased as the group heads down to the solitude stables, the fabric cleverly hiding not only the leather armour fitted beneath it, but allowing him access to easily remove and move his prosthetic arm* are we headed to riften first then? Or riverwoo-oh! *jumps a little as he bumps into nerevar and gets trapped in a hug*

Nerevar: *equally well rested and in a much better mood along with the rest of the group* Riften. I want to get there before the thalmor do and the less we have to interact with Delphine the better. My heads only just stopped hurting.

Voryn: mine as well. *leans over giving him a soft kiss before giving Wyrm a hug too* and the longer we can stay out of trouble the better.

Inigo: yes but things are always interesting when we get into trouble~

Caryalind: *healed up but still a bit sore, still trying to comprehend the sheer insanity he’s witnessed after his first day with the group* I’ll say.

Taliesin: *chuckles and clears his throat* you get used to it after a while your highness. How are you holding up?

Caryalind: Mentally? Physically? Emotionally? Because I feel close to falling apart with two of them. Other than that, brilliant.

Wyrm: *looks back at him as neht and voryn usher him along* Im sorry about the other night, throwing you into the deep end and all…

Caryalind: *smiles* don’t apologise my friend. I ran away from home to help in any way I can, I knew it wouldn’t be easy or predictable, but it’s still a lot to take in. It’s the most excitement I’ve had in well, my whole life! Besides, it was very entertaining making Elenwen fall apart~

Wyrm: I- o-oh yes that too but, I meant… the sleep walking…

Caryalind: Ah, that, yes. That was something truely unexpected. From what Voryn and Nerevar told me I take it it happens often? *pauses watching inigo pull a large white stone out of his bag before running up a hill towards a shrine of Meridia*

Wyrm: *nods* y-yeah, it happens a lot. After I absorbed the soul of lorkhan I blacked out and walked all the way to Helgen from saarthal in my sleep, in my dream I saw the birth of creation and the council where lorkhans heart was sundered from his body and shot into the sea where it became red mountain. Then after that, almost every time I dream I start walking into trouble… that night though, I was… following sheogorath I think? He wanted to play more games with me and when I finally reached him he turned into another prince? He was big and looked like he was made out of glass. He was very nice and gave me that sword. *points to the blade on Caryalinds back*

Caryalind: *recalling nearly getting killed by gigantic bugs, spriggans, saints and seducers and a lunatic only in a helmet and his underpants as Wyrm pulled the sword from one of the strange roots whilst completely unharmed and fast asleep* …Well I’m glad one of us had a pleasant time at least. *blinks watching inigo return holding a glowing sword like nothings amiss, nobody even noticing he’d run off*

Taliesin: Speaking of that giant sword, are you considering training with it your highness? And abandoning your promise to train your dagger skills with me? I’m hurt~

Caryalind: What? Me? Ha! Gods no can you imagine me trying to swing this around? Besides who would be willing to train me when I’m barely proficient with a dagger?

Kaidan: *coughs suddenly piping up a little from the back of the group* uh, I could teach you a few things… as a thanks for saving our Wyrm and all, yeah…

Inigo: Awww! Kaidan has a crush on youuuuu~

Kaidan: IM GOING TO WAX THE FUR OFF YOUR TAIL! COME HERE DAMN YOU!

Inigo: *takes off ahead of the group* hehehehehehe~

Wyrm: *smiles watching them go* im glad, everyone’s in a good mood again.

Voryn: *smiles down at him then at nerevar lovingly* me too dear. Let’s… take our time getting to riften… I’m sure Esbern will be fine.

Nerevar: *nods smiling back at him, completely masking the overwhelming dread in his stomach as he spots the strange masked figures lurking beyond the tree line in the distance* Yeah, for now, let’s just worry about us.

[mareenavee]

Fanfic q&a - 12 and 13!

Hello!! :D Thank you for these!!! 🤩 This whole set is awesome.

The ask game itself is here.

Fanfic asks regarding my fic, The World on Our Shoulders!

12. What do you hope readers will take away from this work?

First and foremost, my hope is that anyone who reads this fic gets some enjoyment out of it, even if the themes miss them or they don't have the spoons to read super closely. I just want people to be invested in the stakes of the story, and to be invested in what happens to the characters.

Outside of that, I really love when people read closely, too and see the work I'm trying to put into the story beyond the surface level -- picking up on threads as they go through it and saying so makes my day, really :D

I do also like to write hope into stories, especially in fairly bleak settings like TES/Tamriel. For instance, even though the hero of the story makes mistakes, it doesn't mean she can't redeem them. Also it shows that being a hero isn't always cut and dry, that there is nuance to the kind of upheaval destiny might bring onto someone who just wanted to live a normal life. And perhaps maybe most of all, no matter what has happened, no matter what one's path looked like before, no matter how much one had been through -- people have the ability to move forward with the support of people who love them.

13. Are there any cut lines/scenes from this work? Why did you cut them? 

Ohhh man. SO many cut scenes and fragments. This thing has gone through so many revisions at this point, even to the point of ground-up editing what I had originally posted. There's ideas that I had cut out of the first posting that have since made it back in, and original draft ideas that I decided not to include. I was actually just talking to someone about a whole POV character I decided to cut because it took away from the close character dynamic I was building with the three I already do have.

To close this post, I do have a fragment to share, which would have occurred between chapters 5 and 6, during the funeral up at the Skyforge:

If not for the crowds, he wouldn't have dared come to Whiterun. Tragedy, in this case, allowed for some kind of anonymity; a blending with the crowd. It was his fault she'd stopped here, though. He'd been too weak at the time to restrain those he traveled with. He'd been stuck in his own mind, hunger replacing every sense. That he'd come to at all was a miracle, and that he'd managed to regain any semblance of control so quickly was another gift from...something, anyway. He dared not think of it.

He pulled the hood of his travel cloak closer over his face, and stared up at the Skyforge. She sat there, entwined with some unfamiliar Dunmer. A Companion. A Warrior. Someone else who could keep her safe, though for how long was unclear. His sources had told him already of her strength, and that she'd been excelling at magic. There was a hint of fear under his skin about this. There was too much at stake. As far as he knew, she sat on a precipice, one foot in the flames. Either she'd quench them or become them, and nobody knew exactly when the tipping point would be reached. Something about her blood. Part of him railed against all of it, and wished she could have a normal life.

But he had to trust the visions. Never once had her path been normal. There was a melancholy there, because if anyone deserved peace, it would be Nyenna. If he could grant anyone in the world reprieve from the coming darkness, it would be her. She didn't deserve chaos. Not for the last time, he wished things hadn't gone so far awry.

(: Mysterious, eh? But yes, this view had been cut. He's an important voice, but not in the dynamic that is at the front of World, unfortunately. So we'll have to see when he makes he grand debut later as a side character.

[eldritchtouched]

One thing I adore about Elder Scrolls vs the stuff it's obviously influenced by (Tolkien and D&D) is how it's more complex regarding religion's influence on the world. Like, the conceit in the settings are that given deities and such are real, but Tolkien took for granted the idea that they'd all believe roughly the same things about them, and D&D often has the same ideas barring DMs/GMs who don't go that way.

But the different interpretations of Aedra and Daedra is one of the strong points of ES as a setting and is important to understanding the conflicts and history in the setting! Even in a situation where gods are real, they would not necessarily be interpreted the same way by various peoples. There'd be cultural things and history influencing and pushing different interpretations different ways!

For example, the Dunmer's larger culture having a Good and Bad Daedra distinction (though 'bad' is a bit of a misnomer, in that it's seen more as them testing the Dunmer and some of it is based in cultural assumptions of the Dunmer, like the idea that Molag Bal attempts to muddy bloodlines to make Dunmer weaker), along with how the Tribunal played around with things for their own power and Azura's dislike of them for their betrayal of Nerevar. The Dwemer are functionally atheist in a 'Aedra/Daedra are powerful beings, but they're not gods' way. In Daggerfall, throughout the Illiac coast, Daedric Prince summoning is offered by all the Aedric temples and joining a specific temple devoted to a specific deity as a practitioner will lead to taking a reputation hit toward one of the other Aedra!

There are also specific regional deities, too, or deities that aren't marked as part of either major camp, such as Y'ffre and Magnus and the Hist. And, of course, the speculation about the 'missing' god, Lorkhan, and how different camps view his actions and how different the interpretations of other deities' reactions to them are.

Though audience interpretation is mired in cultural imagery, so a lot of people frame Aedra as good. More obviously is how Cyrodill has Christian-type imageries in base-game Oblivion and Daedra as bad due to the Daedra cultures having different religious mores (including ancestral worship/veneration, summoning otherworldly beings that often look weird and monstrous, some of the spheres being considered negative like madness or hedonism, etc.). And there's how Talos as good for being human supremacist in Skyrim. (The audience is presumably human, so the idea that another group/species with different views might be more right than the humans freaks a lot of people out.)

And, of course, there's the Ayleids and how you could easily argue it's a 'history written by the winners' situation/post-genocide justification for their complete extermination. Like, all the stories about the Ayleids come from human sources who claim Ayleids were so unerringly, universally awful that they deserved it. Which immediately sets up a red flag in my mind that things might not be nearly so black and white, especially considering how messy the setting often is with things.

There's also how Aedra vs Daedra worship is treated and Talos worship is about maintaining the Imperial Empire, since it's basically deifying the one who established the empire in the empire. The Thalmor and Aldmeri Dominion banning Talos worship could be about defying the divine right of kings view that brings to the Imperials' human-based empire. It could also be about the racial scars that come from the humans deifying a guy who committed genocide against elves.

And there's how Talos worship in Nord culture as of the 4th Era seems more about the racism/crypto-fascist aspect of "he was our guy, a human, and wanted to slaughter all those damn elves" than necessarily being about supporting the Empire itself.

[dirty-bosmer]

Come Get Your (TES) Fics

Been suffering from some terrible writer’s block lately, so I decided, why not share someone else’s story instead :D Inspired by the many lovely recs and reviews from @dumpsterhipster and her new rec blog @dollar-store-apocrypha, I present to you

Next of Kin - by ClassicHer (@princess-prawn)

Fandom: TES Oblivion Rating: E (Graphic Depictions of Violence) Categories: F/M Genre: Mystery, Crime Thriller, Romance Characters: F!OC, Lucien Lachance, The Dark Brotherhood Status: WIP, 125k words

“The dice were loaded, of course. No other way to play.”

This story is far more than a Dark Brotherhood fic, and while I may have initially clicked for the Lucien Lachance tag, I stayed for the brilliantly crafted, delightfully brash protagonist, the impeccable eye for detail, and the fast, gripping plot, all of which are beautifully woven into one of the most enthralling and original mysteries I’ve read on the archive to date. The intrigue is supplied instantly— I mean, just check out that hook! :o

Set prior to any of the events of Oblivion, Next of Kin follows Talrose Gatthen, a Dunmer living with her younger brother on the Anvil Docks whose fondness for drink complements an equally agreeable penchant for bar-fights and gambling. When Tal returns home from yet another late night out, she discovers that her brother has been taken, and the only surviving trace of the struggle is his pearl necklace, found submerged in a pool of blood. 

Rich in suspense and drama and gritty twists, Tal’s journey to track down her brother leads her deep into the underbelly of Cyrodiil’s infamous guild of assassins. Next of Kin features an entirely original plot with a cast of primarily original characters, and yet ClassicHer manages to write the Dark Brotherhood and the broader setting of Cyrodiil with a vibrancy and richness that is both familiarly authentic and impressively novel. 

Furthermore, the characterization in this story is some of the best I’ve ever read in fanfiction, with a protagonist that is such a delicious shade of morally-grey, it makes me weak in the knees. Abrasive, angry, and arguably an asshole, Talrose is realistically flawed while remaining sympathetic through very deftly handled moments of earnestness and vulnerability. We are consistently shown through her actions and the reactions of those around her that she is clever, she is violent, brutal by nature, but so too is her determination and resolve given the emotional weight necessary to keep us rooting for her to succeed (Also she is funny as hell). There are so many things I love about her— her dialogue, her narrative voice are just a few of many. The writing is smart, and there’s a sharp cunning to her character, a roguish charm that fits so perfectly with the darker tones of the story overall.

Not only is Tal a compelling deviation from Dark Brotherhood protagonists I’ve read in the past, but the cast as a whole, both major and minor characters, are fully rendered and written to occupy a believable and vividly painted space within the world at large. To quote my comment because I can: “[ClassicHer has] carved out so much extra depth within the world that everything, even the characters and places that I recognize, have this sleek shine to them that strikes me as *new.*” Of course, I could go on, but I think one of many commenters said it best with:

Every character who's appeared onscreen so far has felt like a rich, complex character with their own inner world and motivations, and it does SO much to keep the reader immersed and invested in the story. - Filigreebee

And lastly, I would be remiss not to mention ya boy Lucien Lachance since I know that for many, his name supplies the most immediate spark of interest and source of appeal when selecting a new fic to read. Due to the nature and timing of the setting, Next of Kin features a pre-Speaker Lucien who has not yet come into a position of authority, subverting the common themes of power imbalance and age gaps that we see in many Dark Brotherhood romances. He is believably a career assassin— ambitious, ruthless, frightening, but not without a masterfully balanced streak of humanity which makes the potential for romance (and a gentle romance at that) all the more convincing. Lucien fans, you will not be disappointed.

All in all, a standout story. I mentioned this the first time I recced this fic, but ClassicHer has demonstrated a level of fluidity in her writing that I aspire to one day achieve. I recommend this story to anyone with a remote interest in the Dark Brotherhood, Oblivion, or writing as a craft. Forever a fave— I will be eagerly awaiting any and all updates.

[bemey]

[found this in my drafts] Skwisgaar, Toki, and Murderface in Tamriel

combining my hyperfixations let's gooooooooooooooooo

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

it's very obvious that as a Swede, his race in a fantasy universe would be that fantasy universe's version of our world's ye olde Scandinavians (aka, he'd be a Nord, duh) BUT i like to think if you gave him a pair of fake elf ears matching his skintone, he'd pass as just a really pale Altmer

he's beautiful, tall, slender, arrogant and talented, im sure he'd fit right in with either group, maybe even less so with Nords since Nord society values brute strength and high tolerance for alcohol, of which Skwisgaar has neither (I know he beat up that one guy with his guitar once BUT!!! he's absolutely the least violent fifth of Dethklok)

as a non-metal-musician in Tamriel im sure he'd have mastered a magic school instead of electric guitar, but i can't really figure out *which* school, *maybe* enchanting, *maybe* mysticism, but if i had to pick i'd settle on one of the schools governed by Willpower (alteration, destruction and restoration) because, let's be real, he's more dedicated (to his life passion) than he is intelligent >_>;;

the thing is, i'd make an argument that epic guitar solos heal people (not physically), so that'd be restoration, BUT if he was in a party of sorts I can't really imagine him as just a healer on the sidelines (that's Toki and Mface's thing hehehe), he needs something, hm...... Flashier. like fireball spells, but then again he's not really violent on the show and doesnt get into many fights (unlike SOMMMEEE people), so i'd say both Destruction and Restoration

BUT there's also Illusion magic, with which you seduce, make yourself shiny, paralyse, calm people etc and i cant think of a better analogy for guitar playing that stuns you and puts you into a trance because it's just so good

(also FYI nord males get a penalty in willpower and personality but i suppose he overcomes that, because i have trouble imagining him not heavily using skills governed by those stats)

and for the class- im forcing myself to pick from the set of 21 standard classes and looking at (this page) for reference because if i took custom classes into account it'd really complicate things-

an obvious answer'd be Bard, which makes sense because, you know, being popular and attractive, but in a gameplay sense it's more stealth and less magic (also if we picked bard just because he's a musician in the MTL universe, all other DK members would be bards too and that's pretty lame)

looking at the page i linked, the ''Healer'' class fits the bill, governing personality, willpower, destruction, restoration, speechcraft, and illusion. i wont lie, it doesnt sound the coolest (compare to a class desc like Nightblade, now that shit's awesome), but it makes the most sense to me

TL;DR nord by blood BUT looks and acts like a high elf, class: healer

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Toki Wartooth a nord as well but! i've met plenty of nord dudes in ES games who are really nice to me but kind of not too smart (think Thrud in Godsreach in Mornhould the city that came with Tribunal the DLC for TES3 Morrowind), and im not saying Toki isn't smart (he's educated enough, has geeky interests, knows a thing or two about model-plane building, i think he might be one of the smarter DK members actually) but a nearly-fatal flaw is his naivety which would unfortunately translate into a low intelligence or maybe personality stat in a TES game

when you have a low personality stat, NPCs dont like you as much, and (in Morrowind) whatever options you pick while Persuading an NPC are less effective, even taunt and intimidate)

but i wanna argue in the case of Toki in Tamriel, that low personality stat wouldn't come in the form of being an intimidating douchebag, because we all know Toki's really, really nice, and he has his moments of being a jerk on the show, but he's mostly kind and polite, especially to strangers, and *definitely* holds the title of ''Dethklok member most likely to agree to an autograph and selfie with a fan after a concert and then give them a friendly hug''

it's difficult for me to decide which attributes he'd govern, and a lowered luck isn't possible at character creation, but i'd lower it if possible

high strength, yes, i can imagine Toki with either a blunt or blade

high willpower, competent with restoration and destruction like Skwisgaar, but not as dedicated to the mastery, duh

high endurance- knowing the shit he's been through, might be pretty high

(''cheats death'' and ''unpredictable'' are both keywords i'd describe Toki by)

i have my eyes on either Crusader or Spellsword BUT I thought the class description for Scout fit Toki just perfect and I even made a little joke about it to my friend once

TL;DR nord spellsword or crusader, but i'd pick spellsword if i was forced to choose

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William Murderface

ive been so exicted to get to this one because, hear me out- khaijit pilgrim

Murderface's spirit animal is a dang tiger, man, and now it's true Murderface isn't very athletic or agile like a khaijit BUT listen, in Oblivion Khaijit get a daily power that let's them intimidate opponents because they're like, big cats, literally, like a tiger or lion and wouldn't you run if you saw one IRL? AND Murderface isnt very popular with fans, which I'd imagine would translate into low personality maybe, but Mface is dare i say pretty dang skilled at making people hate him or hate others or get into fights, aka using a high personality stat for bad (taunt/intimidate) not good (admire), which is why I instantly thought he'd be a Pilgrim (''They profit in life by bartering in the market, or by persuading the weak-minded.'')

look me in the eye and tell me lockpicking, sneaking and punching people arent things Murderface would love to do, also scamming merchants and stabbing people, and khaijit conveniently get a small bonus in Blade and you know who loves knives? M u r d e r f a c e

inappropiately urinating in places? cat. face like an inbred white tiger? cat. sneaky jerk? cat. also i just really want him to be a catboy, man

i did think of him as an Orc too because of the whole martial culture and being a race that was cursed with 'ugliness' (not always true, some orcs are pretty hot), *but* the martial culture orcs have isnt really the barfight kind nords or dunmer have, it's more organised and honourable is it not? they take fighting seriously

would you say Murderface'd rather practice like blunt weaponry all night and day, then go to war and die for his clan, *or* would he sneak in a tavern, steal shit, insult someone, then get into a bar fight? that's what i thought !!!!

fuckin obviously you cant appoint the latter to khaijit because that'd be racist and im not a huge fan of discrimination against beastfolk myself, an orc could be a thief too, but have a look at this:

(for orcs), and the minuses in intelligence is mostly what makes me think Murderface wouldnt be an orc because he's pretty smart

smart as in street-smart and smart with people, specifically at what makes people mad or do ugly things, and thats something I have to hand to Willy, he's cunning even if not always sucessful in that endeavor because of his bad luck and unattractiveness, but in terms of raw people-skills he's not so bad

and for his class- I know i said pilgrim earlier but i wanna consider some alternatives: rogue or thief

''a tongue as sharp as a blade'', and ''profits from the losses of others''? both Murderfacecore, but I might wanna stick with Pilgrim just because they're history nerds

TL;DR Khaijit pilgrim

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(this was an old wip i found in my drafts so i havent written Pickles's or Nathan's parts yet >_> sorry, i do have the ideas ready in my head though) (also feel free to share your opinions)

[curiouscarllee]

Hello, I'm making a list of my OCs with a bit of art and information! I am doing this because I feel as though I post a lot about my characters without ever providing any detail, so, here you go :) On top of this, I'd like to state that I am always intrested in hearing about your ocs as well, you are more than welcome to send me an ask about them or about my own characters :)

Fairlynn: My Main

Fairlynn is a bosmer, he is the Hero of Kvatch and also Sheogorath. He is a tad unpredictable and has some mental issues in regards to mirroring the mad god and myself. Fairlynn was 28 when he started with saving the world, only 29 when it ended and full of grief with Martin's passing. This drove him to the Shivering Isles in hopes that he could persuade a daedric prince to revive his beloved. That's not at all how it went down, upon noticing this realm was not one of a stronger prince, Fairlynn was tempted to leave the plane but found himself infatuated with it instead.

After a few years, the princes sensed a danger approaching, one in the form of an imperial male that had the possibility of defeating them. Therefore, they agreed to send one of themselves down to nirn in an attempt to stop it. Unfortunately, they chose Fairlynn to get the job done and yeeted him down where the bosmer began to gather enforcments in the form of other people which he thought would become allies when they grew older.. But what he didn't expect was the imperial managed to befriend every. Single. One. Of the people Fairlynn had set on course to hate the man, none of them truly did. That's the exact moment where he went, "if you can't beat em' join em'." And promptly joined the group in his mortal form without revealing to them who he was. Instead the group thinks he's just a skooma addict that is talented in the ways of fighting. They have no idea.

Ragnar

This is that imperial male stated in the last description. This man is destined to destroy the influence of the daedric princes on the mortal people, however, he has the intelligence of a box of rocks and everyone doubts this prophecy to be true. The only time one can possibly think this true is when he displays his power in the midst of battle, he was blessed by the divines at birth, each giving him power to defeat the evil of the world. He his bound to use it.. But he never uses it for good, I mean,, why would he? He could kill anyone he wants! No way he's gonna be the "good hero"! (Basically, this was my brother's character and he used mods to make him op so I had to improvise.)

Past wise, my brother and I decided to intertwine him with the lore. You rememeber the song Ragnar the Red? That was Ragnar's father. In truth, his name should be Ragnar the second or Ragnar Jr. but his mother, Matilda, said "hahahaha, no, your father was a mess and you shall not be him." and removed the second part. After his mother died of a sickness, Ragnar hesitantly moved towns in search of work. He missed his mother greatly and would give anything to have her back.

S'arra

Meet S'arra, she is a khajiit female and the heart of the group (along side another who you'll meet shortly). S'arra is the youngest, she may be sweet but she'll rob you blind if she sees a chance. S'arra came from a happy family in Elsywer, she was the child of F'awn and Ja'zaka, two khajiit with completely different sets of morals. Ja'zaka was a born bandit, he was wild and carefree, F'awn (My friends oc :)) was a gentle and caring woman, she loved to live. When F'awn got pregnant, her brother, J'ar, lost his mind. J'ar was fueled with anger towards Ja'zaka and at one point made an attempt at his brother-in-law's life. It was at that moment J'ar was kicked from F'awn's life, he ran from his home and joined a vampire clan/bandit group in Skyrim.

Only months after her birth, Ja'zaka disappeared. He ran and never came back. F'awn tried her best to raise S'arra, but one morning S'arra was taken from her by a rabid animal that invaded the town. The creature took off with S'arra and lead the small khajiit to it's den where a caravan traveling to Skyrim would soon find her and take her with them, raising her as their own on the roads of Skyrim. The caravan was killed and attacked by a certain bandit group/vampire clan (hahaha, yup, the one J'ar is in). S'arra joined the group in hopes of revenge, although, she'll keep that bit to herself. ;)

Adoren

Now this orc, oh he's amazing. He is an old man, a precious old man with a past of pain and betrayal. In order to introduce his past, we need to introduce his adpoted brother first:

Zanik

This is Adoren's adopted brother, Zanik (grandson of Nellie), a not so nice older man. Zanik was thrown out by his father a young age, more precisely, he was thrown in a river by his father in one of his father's crazed fits. Zanik can't swim, he hates water more than anything else in his life. The dunmer was washed to shore near an orc stronghold where he was picked up by Adoren and adopted by the orcs family. Zanik and Adoren lived happily for many many years, one day they went on an exploration to scout for different hunting grounds. It started to pour causing the two to take shelter in a dwemer ruin. That's when they heard soft groaning and sounds of pain coming from down one of the halls. Hesitantly, they explored. Only to find:

Kidawe

My most lore breaking character! Meet Kidawe, a small snow elf from one of the last remaining villiages of falmer! Now, yes, I am breaking the lore because, since when has canon lore stopped me? Kidawe lived on top of the mountains to the north of Cyrodiil and the South of Skyrim. His village is small and portable, in case they need to move, the tribe of elves is shrouded in mystery, they've managed to live this long and refuse to leave their mountain. Kidawe doesn't listen to that, he runs off each night in search for dwemer ruins, things he find more then interesting. The young elf holds no fear when he's in his element, and he loves to explore. One evening, while in a ruin he is attacked by a vampire/bandit named Raeferth (the leader) who pushes him to join the group, trying to convince the snow elf that his expertise is needed. Kidawe refuses and then engages in battle with the nord, he looses and ends up pinned under a fallen pillar that crushes his arm.

Upon waking up after falling unconscious from the pain, Kidawe is met with the sight of Adoren and Zanik standing over him. After many many months of trust building, the two get Kidawe to befriend them. Kidawe uses their help to fashion himself a new arm from dwarven parts found in the ruin. After a few years, Kidawe disappears. He was taken by force by Raeferth (the others do not know this). Adoren and Zanik are heart broken. They miss their friend greatly.

Adoren/Zanik Pt.2

After losing Kidawe, these two go off and join a bandit group.. Yes the same vampire clan group. Adoren thrives in the group, he his strong and more then willing to get his hands dirty. Zanik.. Not so much. Zanik is only kept around because of Adoren. They all know not to mess with Zanik or else they mess with Adoren.

After spending a few years with them, Adoren decides he can't continue this. Zanik begs him not to leave, trying to make the orc realize that this group will not let them go without hurting them. Adoren doesn't listen and leaves the bandits, later that day the stronghold is burnt to the ground. Adoren looses everything in the fire, his parents pass away, his friends and family. Instead of processing lose normally, he makes it up in his head that the reason Zanik was warning him was because Zanik had a hand in it. Therefore the two fight and Adoren punches Zanik, he's wearing a ring that catches under Zanik's flesh and pratically tears off his cheek leaving the dunmer with a horrible scar. Adoren warns Zanik never to speak with him again.

Which of course doesn't stand because after they grew up into old men, they cross eachother's paths once more. They both join up with the good guy group at different times, Adoren joins first after he finds them in his house, and Zanik joins when he is once again found washed up on the shore.

Zorlin

Not much on this boio, he was my first oc in the Elder Scrolls. He's an argonian heavy set warrior. Zorlin is silent and cut throat, he is a part of the Brotherhood and only joins the good guy group after his brother, Tu'ru is 'murdered' by Raeferth.

Tristane

There is so much on him. I'm just going to do bullet points:

Born in Skyrim 200+ years ago. He never knew his true parents and was instead brought up by a wealthy noble family. They more kept him around for labor.

He befriends 3 local kids, Mayrn (breton like him), Raeferth (nord trouble maker), and Lynik (Raeferth's brother).

They all cause problems and Tristane falls in love with Raeferth :D

One day Raeferth claims to have found immortality, Tristane instantly says "No, I'm not doing this." And leaves the friend group, trying to focus on himself.

He is then framed for a crime he didn't commit and sent to Cyrodiil's Imperial Prison. Then he is bailed out by the Emperor and sent to Morrowind.

Morrowind happens, Tristane changes from whining child to even whiner child with the ability to cast spells.

After Morrowind, Tristane travels to Solstiem where he is confronted with Mayrn and Lynik (both as bandit vampires).

Mayrn and Lynik try to force him back to Skyrim to see Raeferth and join them. Tristane, as he said before, says "no". So they kill him.

Now they don't really kill him, they use a method I made up called Soul Gem Reflection. This is something I completely made up but I like it so sue me. I can write an entire post on this alone so we're just gonne say, "Soul gem reflection is a method in which the targets soul is directed towards an object they held dear in life instead of dying. They're life essence is held in the soul gem, but they live in the object."

In this case, Tristane was reflected in his journal.

Lynik felt horrible for doing this to his friend, he felt guilty and returned the journal which he unknowingly relfected the breton in, and gave it to Tristane's family who in turn stuffed the journal in the basement.

Fast forward 200+ years and Adoren buys the manor, finding Tristane's journal inside and opening it. Surprise! Out springs a ghostly figure of Tristane who then convinced Adoren to take him along with the group!

Other Characters:

This is J'ar. He's mentioned above.

Also, here's some more character that aren't affiliated with the group:

-Baendil and Baendal are bosmer brothers, they were abandoned by their parents and instead found by cranky altmer father Kornan. They're bandits (not related to vampires at all). They're bad, not morally wrong but actually just bad at being bandits. They couldn't rob you even if you asked them to.

-I will add more later I'm sure.

[kogo-dogo]

i like your skyrim stuff and i wanna know more about the funky little dudes you posted in those “sentences” lol. instead of asking for more snips

You have made a mistake. Prepare for an essay.

But, joking aside, they’re Morrowind characters. I do like Skyrim, but Morrowind is my favorite game of all time and the entire reason I got into the TES fandom years ago. I don’t talk about it much on here because everyone is here for Half-Life and HRV, but... you know what? I’mma take this opportunity. To yell.

About The Guys(tm).

So, basically, in my Personal Canon, I don’t just have a Nerevarine (i.e. Protagonist) character. I have an entire crew of people who help him get through things because it just seems... more realistic for my Extremely Flawed and Terrible Nerevarine. Also, I just had a lot of characters conjured up as a teenager and it was fun to evolve it over time so they’re all friends.

They are, as follows:

- Jo’Karsa (a.k.a. “Karsaga”). Battlemage born under the Atronach. Afflicted with Wombburn. Also the Nerevarine. He’s an abnormally large Cathay-raht who has had an unusual upbringing. He was originally an orphan plucked off the streets in Corinthe and trafficked to Morrowind where he was sold as a slave. As fate would have it, a houseman under his owner took a shine to him and stole him away when they fled to Cyrodiil to avoid political assassination. Karsaga has been raised Telvanni in Imperial territory so, despite being a mighty brute of a Khajiit, he has an extreme affinity for magic and an equally extreme disconnect from his Khajiiti roots.

He speaks like a Dunmer, carries himself like a Dunmer, and has very Telvanni sensibilities. He also has an extensive criminal record from his time spent as a bandit outside of Cheydinhal, and that is eventually how he ends up on the prison boat that sends him to Morrowind. He has a bunch of aliases and an unhealthy penchant for drink and smoke. Not a fan of skooma, though. As gruff and sarcastic as he is, he has a very silver tongue and a way of winning people over and talking himself out of trouble.

Also, “youth born under a certain sign?” Nah, this bitch is 34. And smells like a wet dog.

- Dasrazel. Altmer Nightblade and Quarra vampire. He contracted his vampiric curse while trying to save his lover from the clutches of an undead menace during the Second Era, after a life working various quasilegal oddjobs that brought shame on his noble family. In life, he was a likeable but lowkey individual, and in undeath he’s still very lowkey... but perhaps not as likeable. He has to take a low dose of a calming potion to keep the inherent, violent bloodlust of his Quarra curse at bay, and it does a lot to deaden his emotions. Combine that with hundreds of years to learn how to not give a fuck, and you have a very blunt, stoic, matter-of-fact creature who only very occasionally makes quips and usually just wants to be left alone.

He is Karsaga’s closest ally, right hand man, and platonic soulmate. They met after Karsaga robbed him blind at a bar (thinking him to just be some weird, frail elf), and Dasrazel took pity on him after Karsaga ran him through with an iron saber and panicked when it... did nothing. Their bond is one of a mutual distaste for most people and Dasrazel’s desire to have companionship again.

They’re very much bros, even if Dasrazel spends most of his time not understanding why Karsaga is the way he is.

-  Neira Brenur. Dunmer Witchhunter and low-ranking member of House Redoran. She’s the daughter of a Camonna Tong member and an Ashlander woman, though her mother is dead and she spends a lot of time trying to distance herself from her racist father. She joined Redoran in hopes of atoning for the crime of just being born into a bad family, but has a really difficult time fitting in. She’s very meek and empathetic and does better in controlled duels than actual combat. The idea of actually hurting an opponent makes her sick to her stomach.

She kind of just happened to Karsaga one day, courtesy of him running afoul of her not-so-popular friend, Vandrith (we’ll get to that trainwreck later). She mainly acts as a translator for Vandrith and tries to play mediator when Karsaga starts getting too aggressive with others. She’s in good with some odd folks in Redoran and a very aggressive supporter of the Tribunal Temple, which makes it hard for her to wrap her mind around Karsaga’s existence as the Nerevarine.

Also, the fact she’s an absolute pushover means she just accepts the less-than-savory people Karsaga pals around with. She’s got a big heart and feels actual pity for his blasphemous, undead, and criminal friends. They’re good people on the inside (probably).

- Vandrith Valen. Dunmer Ordinator and conglomeration of a lot of factors coming together in the worst way possible. He is naturally “blessed by Azura” and has some degree of prophetic power, though he’s choked it down after a life of being raised Indoril. He also came to the unfortunate realization after being stationed on Vvardenfell, that he is also a descendant of House Dagoth and is haunted by the Poison Song, a “song” sent out by Dagoth Ur that warps the minds of those who are of his blood and turns them into Sleepers and Dreamers.

These two traits do not mesh well and make Vandrith more than a little unstable.

Vandrith is... prone to erratic behavior and violent outbursts and is largely under the care of his paternal uncle, Tuls Valen, the head priest of the Ald’ruhn Temple. Vandrith is also a clever and tricky bastard who has been trying to figure out how to discern Dagoth Ur’s plans from the Poison Song in order to prevent bad things from happening. Usually, he can keep things under control, but extremely bad visions, close proximity to items/places corrupted by House Dagoth, and stress can cause him to be difficult.

Beyond this, though, he’s not what you’d expect from an Ordinator. He’s very witty with a somewhat bawdy sense of humor, a very devil-may-care attitude, and he’s a huge fan of causing mischief. He forced his way into Karsaga’s social circle due to his absolute certainty that Karsaga could bring down Dagoth Ur, and Neira is his closest (and for a long time only) friend, who has figured out what all of his weird ramblings mean.

- Bashinga. Sorceress and Aundae vampire. She is an old acquaintance of Dasrazel’s who has ties to Telvanni, the Mage’s Guild, and several circles of warlocks and witches. She’s very much a self-serving sort, more interested in the acquisition of power than the wellbeing of Morrowind, but she is fiercely protective of the people she deems worthy (and she has a soft spot for Neira she can’t really explain).

Once upon a time, she was a dancer and performer with a traveling circus, and her fall into undeath and wizardry was a happy accident after being taken as cattle by rogue Aundae. She’s got a good set of vocal cords and can move with grace and ease, but she speaks very bitterly a lot of the time and is difficult to get along with.

She’s one of those people who Karsaga immediately took a shine to because they both like to sit around and bitch about people. Dasrazel and Bashinga mostly get along by the time-honored tradition of “two very gay individuals being catty at each other as a sign of affection, though outsiders would think they hate one another.”

- Jai Swift-Fly. Cathay assassin and member of the Morag Tong. She was born and raised in Elsweyr in a more tribal environment, and is an old friend of Vandrith’s (odd, considering they met because she took a grey writ to knock him off and, instead, he knocked her out). She mostly comes into the fold because Karsaga needed somebody to break into the Ministry of Truth to free Mehra Milo, and she came highly recommended (by Vandrith; Vandrith recommended her). 

She’s a married mother of two, is big and strong and very proud of being big and strong, and a crack shot with a bow. She’s also deaf as hell and communicates through a series of homebrew gestures. Her decision to stick around and help Karsaga after completing the job she was hired to do stems primarily from her extreme curiosity. She has no stake in the Nerevarine Prophecy or this group of losers, but by god does she want to see what it looks like when a god dies.

Fun fact: Jai is dead by the events of Skyrim, but two of her descendants remain. Shevah and J’Rakka. They’re a brother-and-sister duo. Shevah is as much of a curious, troublemaking adventurer as her so-many-greats grandmother. J’Rakka is a werewolf who mostly hunts bounties to make a living.

- Dravyn Telvayn (no picture of him, sorry D:). Dunmer assassin and member of the Morag Tong. Former highwayman and current Berne vampire. Husband of Jai and perpetually confused, mainly over the fact he has kids with Jai and... well, every book he’s read has indicated that that should be impossible for a variety of reasons. He lives in the sewers of the Arena canton in Vivec City and is allowed work in the Morag Tong due to his efficacy at eliminating very high risk targets, though he’s basically “on his own” if he ever gets caught. They’re sure as fuck not giving him writs of execution to present to guards when the Tong could end up fucked over if their relationship with a vampire gets out.

He’s mostly in the background and tags along due to his extreme dedication to Jai. He doesn’t get along with hardly anyone but her, though he is the one who coined the term “Council of Accidents” in relation to him, Dasrazel, and Bashinga. He feels a loose kinship with them in that they’re all members of different vampire clans, but all members whose sires want nothing to do with them, rendering them outcasts. Even after the events of Morrowind, he keeps in infrequent contact with the others. 

After Jai’s death, he acts as a weird “ancestral guardian” to his own descendants. As of the time of Skyrim, he spends most of his time trying to keep Shevah from getting killed. He is very tired. She is a lot.

[kipxan]

i just wanna talk about my khajiit vestige (kiivva) and my dunmer dragonborn (teravyn) bc i love them both so much

yes i know it’s implied that beast races and elves can’t have bio kids but consider this: it’s a magical world they could figure something out, and also i do what i want

-teravyn sailathil is a distant descendant of kiivva “silverspark” sailathil. her stories were passed down through the family over generations, detailing her adventures from tamriel to clockwork city to oblivion itself. teravyn greatly admired her and wanted to follow in his ancestor’s footsteps, leading him to leave morrowind for skyrim (where, of course, he walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there)

-kiivva is a stoic, mysterious, and strong personality who very rarely shows her soft side. teravyn initially also appears stoic, mysterious, and strong, but in reality? himbo who dotes on his kids and husband.

-although kiivva is a khajiit she was raised dunmeri so her spirit behaves the same as any other dunmer ancestor. the first time he communicated with her, he was basically making the :D face while a very confused kiivva was like “why am i here. where’s my wife”

-kiivva thinks teravyn’s a bit of an idiot, but she is genuinely fond of him. he reminds her a lot of her best friend taros (who, incidentally, was the surrogate father of her children and therefore also one of teravyn’s ancestors. being endearingly stupid must run in the family).

-i lovingly call teravyn stupid but he actually is very clever, he just completely lacks common sense. he’s the type to solve a nordic crypt puzzle in a matter of seconds then immediately jump on a pressure plate bc it looked fun, or set up an elaborate and functional trap for a dragon only to climb on its back for a ride. how he’s still alive is a mystery even to him.

-upon having another adventurer in the family, kiivva was like “yes!! finally!!” and took to watching over him, sort of like a guardian. it’s the most fun she’s had in centuries.

-that said, kiivva hates two things in the world: she hates bandits (who killed her birth parents), and she hates the daedra that tried to take over summerset (technically more than two things ig, but these are the daedra that tried to kill her and 2 out of the 3 gods she worships). she makes a distinction between thieves and bandits, having no problem with people who steal to survive, but finding out that her descendant was going to join a nocturnal-worshipping thief cult? she ripped him a fucking new one. yeah, she got in trouble for it with the rest of her ancestors, but teravyn hasn’t been back to the thieves guild since.

idk man i just am really attached to these characters. just an ancient ancestor watching over her young descendant and being all stoic and wise but internally? she’s so freaking proud of him!!!! she killed a dragon, and now he’s killing dragons!!! she fought in a war, and now he’s gonna win a war!!! someone’s finally following in her footsteps!! it’s enough to make her shed a tear. god i love them sm

[maniacal-butterfly]

Tumblr messed up the ask so..

Thank you so much for this prompt!! :D (I know these are supposed to be short but… it became 1500 words by accident. This is a prompt from this list.)

12- Candles (with Meven)

The room was dark and cramped – barely the size of a closet – with no natural light to speak of. But it was secure and the entrance was hidden from the uninitiated. The sweet scent of the nightshades permeated the air but did little to cover the coppery smell accompanying it. The heart of the alit might not have been warm anymore, but it was fresh, and he had hunted it himself. Meven knelt in front of the small altar dedicated to Mephala, the thrill of the forbidden running through his veins, and lit the eight candles placed around it. The flames bathed the room in a warm glow but it was the stark shadows projected on the walls that he revelled in. He was young, scarcely in his teens, and, he’d admit once he was older, both extremely stupid and lucky. Nobody loyal to the Tribunal ever found his little hideout. Nobody and Nothing, thankfully, ever answered his prayers. Still, even decades later, he’d remember this candle lit altar, his tucked-away secret corner that was safe from family expectations, with fondness and nostalgia.

He hadn’t anticipated finding a job on his first night in this Inn. That evening had been to get a feel of the city, drop an ear into the local gossip, learn about the tensions between notorious families… all while playing on his lute and getting paid to entertain. The usual when he arrived anywhere. But no. It seemed that the animosity toward one member of the community had reached its peak. It was a banker whose interest rates and methods of collecting his due had people from all social status loudly calling for his blood. Waiting to claim that target would have been a waste of time and a potentially foolish loss of revenue. And so, to Meven that evening, there had been only the matter of finding the highest bidder. Later, in the dead of night, he entered the man’s bedroom through a window. The banker, still working, bent over contracts and mumbling to himself, never heard him approach. Nor did he see the blade that efficiently cut his throat. And if Meven happened to topple a candle on top of the pile of loan agreements in an effort to make the death look like an accident, well, it was a coincidence. Let it burn.

-

In the underbelly of unwitting Cheydinhal some of the deadliest assassins in Cyrodiil… were just having a good time. As surprising as it may be for a group of what were technically sociopaths, the members of the Dark Brotherhood knew how to spend excellent non-murderous evenings. A roast sat on the table, already half eaten, and bottles of ale – as well as other almost alchemical drinks – were joyously served. Only the topic of their raucous discussion would tip an interloper that these weren’t your run of the mill revellers. Indeed, they were partaking in their favourite activity: sharing stories about their best contracts. Some facts might get stretched a just little during those sessions. A few guards added here, a miraculous escape achieved there. The tales would grow more extravagant as the night grew older and the drinks were passed around. Meven had, as always, joined in the storytelling with gusto and even provided music to accompany the festivities. Here, despite his guilt at leaving Martin to accomplish his duty as an assassin, he was happy. As he watched the smiling and laughing faces of his family awash in the glow of the dancing candles, he felt at home. He allowed himself to fully enjoy the party. The following day, it would be back to serious business: he was to meet Lucien in Fort Farragut.

-

Deep in thoughts, he was staring unseeingly at the candle next to him. Maybe, just maybe, this could be a bad idea. There had to be easier, safer, ways to get a daedric artefact. He could go to one on the shrines dotting Cyrodiil and if he prayed hard enough… He interrupted his own thought with a sigh, making the flame flicker. Praying had never worked, it wouldn’t start now. This could be his only chance… “Well? Have you made up your mind? I’ve other duties to which I must attend.” Meven turned his head to look at the source of the voice again. Sitting on the other side of the desk was a seemingly extremely bored Breton…? Daedra? Being? Whatever Haskill actually was didn’t change the highly uninterested expression he was sporting. “I’ll do it.” As he watched in wonder at the room dissolving in a myriad of butterflies, the Dunmer allowed himself some optimism. He had seen what the Shivering Isles could do to unwary visitors but… he had been warned, and he would be mindful. Certainly things would turn out alright? And he could use some distraction after… He viciously slammed that thought and any memory of his pleading Family back in the small mind-box from which they shouldn’t have escaped. Right. Time to go explore this Realm, get what he needed, and then head back to Martin. Meven stood up and started his walk towards Passwall, leaving behind the desk and the lone candle merrily flickering in the breeze.

-

It was snowing outside. The heavy fall of thick snowflakes muffling any sounds from outside in the already silent night. Meven couldn’t sleep. The stillness of it all coupled with the soft noises of the Blades asleep not far from him only exacerbated the now permanent clamour in the back of his mind. He had tried tossing and turning, glaring at the ceiling, counting Grummites jumping over fences… Nothing had helped and sleep eluded him. Recognising a lost battle when he saw one, the Dunmer left his bed and dragged himself toward the common areas, rubbing his eyes in frustration and exhaustion as he went. Maybe a cup of tea would help. Or knocking himself out with the kettle would. That was always an option. He froze upon arriving in the main hall, surveying the scene in front of him. Brow resting on one hand Martin was pouring over some thick arcane tomes and scribbling rapid notes on a parchment. The tableau would almost have been calming if it hadn’t been for the tense set in Martin’s shoulder and the obvious dark circles under the man’s eyes. As he was now, Meven could even see the effect the Xarxes had on his sanity. It was time for an intervention then. He relaxed his stance and walked toward the desk. Then, without further ado, he closed the book Martin has been studying. “You need sleep.” Startled, the Imperial blearily looked up at him. "I’m close to understanding the complete gate-opening ritual. The final section is almost within my grasp.” Letting out an amused snort Meven tugged on his arm to urge him to stand up. “What you’re close to is passing out. Don’t deny it: you can barely focus on my pretty face.” With a sigh Martin let himself be pulled away from his work. He knew better than to argue with the stubborn Mer. He leaned into Meven slightly as they moved away from the desk, and patted his cheek gently. “Your face is right there my Dear, and such a marvel it is, as always.” And the Dunmer did not turn his head to hide his blush. Assassins turned Daedric Princes did not blush at nonsensical compliments for Void’s sake. He helped the Imperial to his room, stayed long enough to be certain the man would indeed get some sleep, and then turned to leave – he had a kettle waiting for him after all. He hadn’t expected to barely take a step before being stopped, a hand loosely grabbing his wrist. He looked back and was met with Martin’s earnest gaze “Stay?” Ah. Well who was he to refuse his Emperor’s command. They settled comfortably in the bed, and he blew out the candle on the side table. There in the dark, curled against Martin, he vowed once again to do everything in his power to protect the man he loved.

-

The room was well lit and spacious – to be expected for a temple – and natural light flooded through the now repaired windows. It was anything but secret and worshippers could be seen milling around during the day. On this night, the heavy scent of incense floated in the air, almost cloying to his nose, and it did nothing more but enhance the holy atmosphere accompanying it. The statue might not be warm anymore, but the sacrifice was fresh enough, and he could still feel his heart breaking. Meven (was it even fully him anymore?) knelt in front of the altar dedicated to Akatosh, the loss of the man he loved running cold in his veins, and looked at the candles placed around it. The flames were reflected on the body (the corpse!) of the golden dragon but it was the massive judgmental shadow that he cowered from. He felt old, though barely in his late forties, and, he could presently admit, had been both extremely stupid and unlucky. Nobody had been supposed to die – neither his Brotherhood family nor Martin. Worst of all, Someone and Something had answered his desperation after a moment of weakness. And so, the Isles awaited. Decades later, in flickering moments of awareness, he’d remember burning his hands on the statue for a last goodbye and gushing out all the candles as he left, blanketing the room in silent darkness.

[twitchesandstitches]

Skyrim/General Fantasy OC Ideation: Tamitayo’s Buddies

I’ve mentioned before, I think, that one of my signature OCs (Tamitayo the dark elf/black dragon in a dark elf form) is actually based on the character I played in some of my Skyrim playthroughs that I got particularly attached to; after doing runs as an orc and argonian, my dunmer playthrough got particularly appealing to me because of the narrative resonance of a nord prophecy heroine being one of the dark elves so oppressed and mistreated in Skyrim, and a personality of sorts emerged in my playthroughs as well.

however, while a lot of Tamitayo’s personality and abilities are a direct translation of my time playing in Skyrim, not all of them are. Put simply, I like to do a little bit of everything in Skyrim, from being a combat monster, to a deadly spell apocalypse, to a werewolf/vampire lord hybrid, and do it all REALLY well. an undead summoning, spell-slinging, deadly warrior who excells at pretty much whatever i currently find the most fun to play. while that’s good for gameplay, it translates pretty poorly into a written narrative; a character who is good at everything, while fun in a powergaming way, lacks narrative hooks to really figure them out or come up with ideas for how they typically perform.

So, and I have done some ideas with this in the past that haven’t really gone anywhere, my idea was (and still is) to split up my preferences in gameplay into several characters, with their roots in the Elder Scrolls setting, but designed so that they can be adjusted to fit other settings as needed; D&D, my sci fi fantasy AUs, and whatever else feels right.

In rough order:

Tamitayo: The most established of these characters, she’s a spellsword barbarian type; in TES setting, she’s a dark elf from a fairly obscure sub-culture within Morrowind’s outer reaches and is an outsider to established Imperial culture. Short-spoken, terse and very forbidding in demeanor, she’s explicitly based off Conan the barbarian, both in general personaltiy and her world-weary disdain of the civilized world’s own cruelty. She’s, ironically, a sorceress type: she specializes in destructive combat magic, with some more defensive abilities. Probably makes use of Bound weapons, and mainly uses fire/explosive magic. Likely to wear furred robes and make use of armorskin spells (in the form of magical war paint) as her primary protection, but does make use of her family’s traditional malachite armor in times of great need.

Outside of TES, the assumption is that she is actually a noble black dragon who is mostly confined to the form of a dark elf. This may be a matter of some curse she can only temporarily escape, or a matter of preference. Either way, she’s still the same character (And its just taking the implications of being Dragonborn to its logical conclusion). In D&D proper, she’s most likely a druid or, if that’s not elemental destruction enough, a wizard. She’s compelled to establish a territory and defend it, and thus she’s actually something of a benign warlord; finding chaotic territories, defeating rivals and persuading others to be allies, destroying all malicious threats, and establishing herself as a heroic empress over it all.

As a refresher on her appearance, she’s a very tall dark elf (7ft+) with a fit, fairly defined hourglass body; huge hips, massive breasts, and a fair amount of muscle throughout. Her skin is black (with a bit of a blue tint??) and usually covered in magical war paint. She likes to dye her hair, but the exact shade isn’t defined.

Rogha: Based on my more combat-focused playthrough styles, she’s an orc warrior through and through, with an emphasis on being an extremely skilled craftswoman with a powerful knowledge of enchantment. Very much a strategic planner despite seeming to be a meathead; give her time, and she will WRECK YOUR SHIT with gear designed to exploit your weaknesses. Makes heavy use of electrical magic, necromancy for allies and soldiers (recycling the dead is just common sense, she says). Probably a fairly jolly woman, and very polite. A bit of a stickler for being nice, with a bit of a knight templar-ish view on punishing evil. She’s very community minded, and views smashing bad guys as just another job; think something like Bismuth from SU for inspiration.

Narratively, it may make the most sense for her to mainly focus on having abilities that buff her allies (transforming them, making them bigger/stronger) and functioning a bit as a team support who then wrecks the enemies. a total combat monster, who rages and slaughters everything in her way. As an orc, she adjusts pretty well to pretty much any setting that allows for orcs.

Physically, she’s HUGE; my most muscular and amazonian character, she’s not particularly defined but she is extremely bulky and buff, with arms larger than most people’s torsos. Might have a bit of an old school Gaelic warrior vibe in terms of her design, depending on what cultural associations feel the most right for her. (For example, she’d be of Irish descent in my main AUs.) Mega buff and bigger than the other two here by a wide margin. probably uses a lot of weaponized shields or oversized gunswords that shoot like cannons. (Maybe a wereboar, too?)

Raxlila: A combination of my Argonian character, some more subtle character styles i didn’t actually use but find interesting for narrative ideas, and some vague ideas from WAY back of a dinosaur girl OC. She’s based on some more sneaky skill sets: she’s an alchemist brewing up potions for any conceivable situation, an archer who takes out armored foes from afar (and probably uses crossbows; automatic crossbows and similar weapons, in less TES-canon set ups), makes a lot of use of stealth and acrobatic dodging, and prefers lighter armor. She can makes use of illusion magic (invisiblity, messing with people’s minds), and is also a skilled healer. She’s interested in summoning, but only the theory, and she is also fairly good at using ice magic for combat.

Very fast (Despite her considerable curves, she can get a LOT of velocity in her leaps), she’s a rather indirect and tricksy person; she’s great at fooling people and pulling off diplomacy and schemes in equal turn, and prides herself on walking into pretty much wherever she wants. Tall but not unusually so, she has more crocodilian traits (though she’s more feathery than most argonians, otherwise) and prefers things wet: she’s VERY curvy and thickset, edging a bit towards an overall broad body, though her huge boobs make her look hyper all over.

I have this idea that she doesn’t cast spells; she distills spells in advance as potions, powders and other one-use effects, or works them into special gadgets she can reuse; explosive arrows that create a freezing effect may be a common tool. She’s not making healing potions, but distilled restoration spells. in more sci-fi scenarios, she may be a gadgeteer who specializes in weapon systems, and is generally more about theory; she’s able to do the manual work of putting them together, but it involves a LOT of trial and error, and she works best with people to handle that on her behalf.

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

New game, list all the dragonborn OCs/players you remember making:

Lets see how many dovahkiins I did I remember:

1) Very first Dragonborn, vanilla skyrim, was a Argonian called Stalk-In-Shadows (Technically, Shadow Stalker, then I mentally retconned the name to a lore friendly one), stealth archer with some early destruction and restoration spells, wanted to be just a mage at first then passed half my gameplsy crouching with a bow, self fulfilling prophecy if you will, with medium illusion and high conjuration magic. He ended up marrying Ysolda and was a generic edgy bitch, jack of all trades at times, one of the only two dragonborns who ever managed to kill Alduin. Main companions were Sven (Dead), Lydia (Left in house with Wife), Serana (Last One).

2) First Modded Dragonborn and second overall dragonborn was Ascarioth Hlaalu I think (or a name similar to that), Male Dunmer, this time managed to stay a mage also thanks to the spell mods. Only other Dragonborn who ever managed to kill Alduin, also married Ysolda, companions Inigo Sophia and Recorder at the same time.

3) The most long running Dragonborn I had with sex mods on was a Imperial Woman, Mia Sl*tbl**d (In Italian, dragonborns are named Sangue di Drago (Blood of the Dragon), and 1* years old me wanted to be edgy and topical and make a pun on it, even if in english)). Fucked half of Skyrim and was in a open romantic relationship with fellow sex positive woman Haelga from Riften. Didn't have a class given the... nature of her gameplay.

1-3) Months later got all 3 dragonborns the same backstory, three outcasts from Bravil, who met at a young age, and later become friends and then a love triangle and then a throuple. They decide to try their luck in Skyrim together, but during the Imperial Ambush 2 of them die. This splinters reality in 3 timelines where either of them survived and Akatosh turned them into a Dragonborn.

1B) Stalk-In-Shadow first tries to fulfill both his friends dreams of entering the college, drown his sorrows and survivor's guilt with that, his aptitude in magic is quite low tho so they give up midway and join the Dark Brotherhood after Sanguine's drunken blender. Adopts the Whiterun and Whindhelm orphans, kills the emperor and ulfric.

2B) Ascarioth drowns his sorrows in work. Is a Daedric Researcher, joins the college as a stepping stone for that, becomes a Vampire Lord to ensue eternal life, all to get closer to the mysteries of creation. Kills Ulfric, Miraak, Harkon, Ancano.

3B) Mia, who wanted to enter the college to research sex magic, just tries to drown her sorrows in hot bodies, doesn't finish any quest, just here to fuck. Does turn the peace council at high hortghar into a orgy tho, a real unifier that one. Doesn't kill ulfric but she does peg him.

At the end of their story each would die in certain circumstances and go to Sovngarde, where the timelines are reconnected and they find each others again as Dragonborns.

Both Ysoldas (Ascarioth's and Stalk's wives) are also there, so now it's a quintouple, if you will.

4) A Breton Shield-Mage, name forgotten, on his 50s. First Savior of the Forgotten City among my Dragonborns, Peryte Champion, Kills Ulfric, finds MARPHIN but doesn't fix him, First SSE Dragonborn, almost kills Alduin but is killed by his Draugr army before Sovngarde due to the Warzone Mod. No relation to the previous 3 Dragonborns. Killed Ulfric.

5) Several Iterations of the same, not Ascarioth Dunmer Dragonborn, male or female, mostly characterized by the Imperious Mod having them hear the whisper of their ancestors and go insane, trying to fulfill their wishes by killing people and shit. Never accomplished much, one of them even gets killed by Ulfric at Helgen when she finds him with Ralof during the Extended Intro Scene and her ancestors scream at her to kill him, another dies while trying to make camp in the cold wilderness. Most of them fix Marphin and save the forgotten city.

6AB) Vigilant of Stendarr, Imperial Man and then Breton Woman, each start as one with LAL, get a vigilant as a follower with AFT and leave the Halls to fix Dawnstar daedric problems.

A) Breton Woman learns that the ways of the vigilants are flawed after meeting and befriending Erandur, convinction empowered by the destruction of the hall and after she meets Serana, becoming more accepting if still weary of daedric folks. Kills Harkon and Ulfric. Fixes Marphin, saves firgotten city, Dies in slavery during the AHO mod, regretting her decision to trust that orc Triminac Follower she met at Dawnstar.

B) Imperial Man gets tempted by Vaermina with power and kills Erandur. Becomes Arthas, blood templar out in search for power to dominate his foes, kill daedras with daedras, gain their artifacts, fall of grace storyline culminating with him sacrificing the vigilant follower from the start to Boethia, tricking her into coming with him. Kills Miraak, Harkon and Ulfric, becomes a Werewolf, only companion among my dragonborns as to date. Dies during sex before he can become Harbringer for poisoning his husband Farkas with the ebony mail by mistake ("The Mail stays ON during sex") and triggering his transformation while he was getting dicked down.

7) Khajiit Dragonborn, sex mods on, escapes the LAL Dungeons by himself, befriends Inigo, world crashes the second he sees his blue dick after discovering wearing cloaks and tail armor at the same time turns khajiit naked. World is restored but different, saves Susanna from the butcher before he can kill her, butchering him right in front of Ulfric before telling him he's next, starts a open relationship with Susanna, attempts to seduce Janessa and even unlocks her tragic lesbian backstory, becomes Ysolda's Drug Mule and Boytoy, but then gets killed by my sudden desire to add maids to the game and the fact Mjoll's amorous mission didn't start, so I like to think he was Killed by Crime Lord, NTR Villain and Sex Criminal Aerin for snooping around Mjoll (trying to trigger her mission), who is a actual thing in amorous adventures I discovered later which is BAD like SO SO BAD.

8) Argonian Man. Tries to start the Maids storyline. Discovers is 10 times more heavy Gigabyte wise than vanilla skyrim + core set of mods, attempts to do so anyway, dies as the world burns and reality shatters in a orgy in Riften's market square, right at the start of his journey. Last Dragonborn in years, now to be suceeded by a new one.

[princeofwishes]

final musings of the last dragonborn, transcribed by teldryn sero

He’d been tempted to believe it was true after awhile. She cheated death so many times on Solstheim alone that he was certain death was an if for the Dragonborn.

He watched in awe as she took on creatures twice her size (which wasn’t hard, considering her short stature) and came away with nothing worse than a few scratches. Not even blood dragons shook her, giant winged beats whose screeches were enough to send even the most hardened warrior fleeing.

Neloth had been deceived too, the wizard fretting uncharacteristically when she’d been overwhelmed within the dwemer ruins. Teldryn had to physically hold him back, with the help of his flame atriarch, and force him to realise she could hold her own against automatons.

Then, death hadn’t been a remote possibility. Of course it had to change.

When she finally told him about Miraak, he hadn’t been sure what it had to do with him. Sure, the priest was the first Dragonborn and possibly her forefather, but none of that meant anything to him. He was a spellsword, he’d often said, anything else was above his pay grade. She rolled her eyes then, slipping him three rubies before continuing her story. By the end of it, he understood why they were after this black book. More importantly, he understood why she needed to second one.

He let her enter miraak’s twisted version of apocryopha (not with a lack of protesting), and watched as her form was grabbed by the demonic tentacles of Hermaeus Mora, eventually falling limp to the ground. The people of ravenrock gathered to watch the stranger who freed them from the earth stone’s grasp writhe in agony in the centre of town. Teldryn waved them off, cradling his employer’s body in his arms. He’d pulled her masque off, trying to read her condition from her features.

She didn’t wake up for a good day and a half.

Several times during the night she’d flickered, as if her physical form was dying without her dragon soul, and he’d clutched her tightly to his chest in fear of losing her. They stayed that way all though the night, him waking occasionally to brush swaths of reddish caramel hair away from her face.

When she awoke, she cried. He’d been jolted into action suddenly, tightening his hold around her to soothe her. Teldryn had intended to reprimand her for going without him and leaving him here, but one look at her stricken expression said it was best to leave it alone. Instead, he murmured softly to her and picked her still limp body up, carrying her to the tavern.

She blubbered all that night, talking of horrible monsters and the three dragons she’d watched sacrifice themselves for her to live. When he could finally get a coherent thought out of her, she only had one thing to say.

“I d-died so many times, Teldryn... and I just kept coming back to the beginning. I watched my friend die over and over just to save me so I could defeat miraak...”

He’d hushed her softly, tucking her head beneath his chin as they laid on his bed together, him having long since learned that the Dragonborn thrived on sappy physical contact with her friends. She melted into his chest, her hands shaking as her arms wrapped around his torso. His shirt had long since been soaked through by tears.

“And in the end,” she sobbed, “I didn’t even defeat him. Hermaeus Mora s-stabbed him through and I stood and f-fucking watched.”

What could he say? She’d never broken down like this before; not in the seven months in which he’d known her. They’d never shared feelings, well, not on this scale. The most he’d seen was her unabashed wonder at the netches and her quiet determination that surfaced every time a new hardship was thrown their way. This was completely new territory.

In the end, she fell asleep still whimpering. Her hands had long since tangled themselves in his shirt, pulling large bunches of musty fabric away from his back. The area around her eyes was puffy and inflamed; her hair a tangled birds nest, but to him, she’d never looked better.

There’s something binding about experiencing hell with someone. It links the two of you forever and you couldn’t escape one another even if you tried. You don’t think you want to. It’s a powerful link, driving the two of you to cling to one another in unfamiliar situations and to keep a close eye on each other in the familiar. The constant vigilance is better than the alternative. That alternative is being completely and irreparably alone.

She took him with her when she left Solstheim.

They boarded the boat together, his eyes tearing over the island’s profile one last time before they set sail. The crew bustled around them, almost as if they were invisible. He couldn’t find it within himself to complain.

She squeezed his hand before they docked in Windhelm, her quickened breathing exposing her nerves. Strange, he never thought the Dragonborn would fear anything. But she was still mortal, despite the dovah soul within. As the imposing walls of the city grew ever closer, he recognised the dock workers- all argonian and still suffering under the lash of the guards. Once upon a time, they’d been close. It’s amazing what changes in two years.

They stopped in the local inn that night, her gold uncomfortably handed over the counter to a sneering nord woman. Candlehearth hall hadn’t changed a bit; the patrons were still rude and mouthy, the mead still watery and weak.

After renting the room, he left her to freshen up, heading up the stairs to the gathering area. The bard sang off-key folk songs as a dozen or so men laughed and drank. Teldryn took a table for himself in the far corner.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as the group surrounded a dark elf woman and jeered at her.

He watched the bard’s lute be ripped from her grasp.

He listened as a very drunk soldier declared his undying hatred for the dunmer, spitting a mouthful of nord mead in the woman’s face.

He also watched as his employer ran up the stairs, her glowing mace readied along with a handful of flames.

It took awhile for the crowd to notice her.

But by the time they did, her mace had already met the face of the nearest man and the flames had kissed the leg of another. The woman was positioned behind her, trembling yet awe-struck.

[taproot-bread]

Can you tell me nore about Terelion? I honestly love them so much :D

Oh boy time to ramble about my Hero of Kvatch! This is gonna be a bit long…

So… Terelion was abandoned on the doorstep of an orphanage in Skyrim as a small child. No one really knew were they appeared from but all they could say was: “Mama told me to wait here.” The orphanage wasn’t a very good environment for them to grow up. They were bullied a lot by the other children for being the only Dunmer in the whole town and treated poorly by the adults. There were a few people who took pity of them, one of them being a Nord girl in the orphanage named Hedel. She was adopted pretty soon tho and Terelion was alone until they accidentally learned to summon their Ancestor Guardian. The Ancestor Guardian never spoke and apparently didn’t know how to read or write which made communication challenging… when the Ancestor felt like communicating. Usually Terelion would summon him and they would just hangout in silence. Like Terelion doodling things with a piece of charcoal and the Ancestor just watching them. Everyone was afraid of the Ancestor Guardian and the adults had to tell Terelion multiple time to not summon him. Terelion would do it anyway.

So years passed and no one would adopt Terelion. People started talking about their Ancestor Guardian and were too afraid to take to kid under their wing and Terelion was reminded about that multiple times by the adults in the orphanage. Terelion would grow old enough to move out of the orphanage and they would do pretty much anything to scrape by. Stealing and such. They would soon find themself in Cyrodiil where an other Dunmer would befriend them and they would start dating. As Terelion moved in their boyfriend’s place things started to go downhill. It started as the boyfriend telling Terelion that no one else would be able to deal with them and he was the only one they needed in their life. Things would only get worse over the months and at some point Terelion would start to plan their way out of the situation. (Their boyfriend did have an Ancestor Guardian too who was stronger than Terelion’s, as they had learned a hard way btw). Terelion decided to actually dispose of him for good while he was asleep. They slit his throat, set the house on fire and just… walked away. They started to live their life being always on the run from the law. At first Terelion would horrible about killing their ex-lover and after some time they would realize that… it was kind of enjoyable to take someone’s life like that. Terelion was contacted by the Dark Brotherhood but would be arrested by the Imperial guard for murdering a person and burning down a house. The whole thing in the Imperial sewers happens and Terelion was free again. This time feeling like they had a purpose. They would take the Amulet of Kings to Jauffre, find Martin, adventure and kill for the Dark Brotherhood. Honestly Terelion really wasn’t impressed by the Blades (especially Jauffre) or Martin but would slowly start to warm up to them. Except for Jauffre, or Sock Drawer Man as Terelion would call him just to piss him off.

Terelion would meet Dar-Ma and later rescue her from Hackdirt and meet Endrin (the Bosmer guy I drew alot when I started to actively post on TES stuff Tumblr around 2017) when they were escourting Dar-Ma back to Chorrol. Endrin had gone to after Terelion when Dar-Ma’s mother had told him about asking an adventurer to find her daughter. Terelion wasn’t impressed (again) with the Bosmer and would call him out for not going after Dar-Ma sooner and both of the elves would get into a short argument that was broken off bu Dar-Ma. Endrin would get Dar-Ma back to her mother and Terelion would return to Hackdirt only to burn it to the ground for good. Later Terelion would see Dar-Ma and Endrin again but this time they would have Endrin’s mountain of a Bosmer boyfriend, Finduin. Finduin’s size intimitated Terelion alot at first even tho they wouldn’t admit it. After some time Terelion would get to know Finduin after bonding over the fact that they both grew up around Nords (Finduin is half-Nord) and how much of a big sweetheart he is. Finduin would pretty much adopt Terelion, to Endrin’s dismay.

As Terelion worked with the Blades they would grow fond of Martin and Baurus and have a massive crush on Martin. They did have thing going on until the shattering of the Amulet of Kings and all. Terelion was really broken after all that and would just lock themself in Martin’s room in the Cloud Ruler Temple, letting only Baurus in. In the end Terelion would travel to Endrin and Finduin’s cabin near Chorrol like they had many times before to seek comfort (after Cheydinhal sanctuary insident and Lucien’s death for example). They would continue their mourning there while being looked after the Bosmer couple. Terelion would slowly get back on their feet, attented Endrin’s and Finduin’s wedding and started adventuring again. Terelion ended up in Shivering Isles and now I’m working on how they would mantle Sheogorath so…. that’s all for now

[airiat]

Find the Word Tag Game

rules: find the four words in your writing, and then pick four more that other people need to find in theirs.

tagged by: @curiousartemis & @that-nordic-bish

tagging: @doomedteaparty @hircines-meatloaf @ash-yam-stew @aetheriumity @diamond-loki (and anyone else who wants to!)

my words (combining the ones from each person i was tagged by): smirked, laughed, smiled, confused, fury, shock, soft, kiss

words for you: beautiful, hurt(s), touch(ed), quiet

*might be sneaky and include these words even if they’re modified (ie: softly, laugh) because i write in present tense*

pulling from my WIP fic Lead Me Not into Temptation and my WIP short story Windrime (not yet posted). 

content warning: mild NSFW and then straight up smut at the end

this is a looooong one, fellas. strap in 👇

smirk(ed)(s):

LMNIT: 

At this, he smirks in the way I have begun to associate with his inflated sense of self. “I would’ve, had you just asked.”

//

“Not afraid, are we?” he asks, and though his face is obscured by his helmet, I can still sense the smirk he wears behind it. “The temple’s at the top of this next hill.”

//

She nods and leaves for the main hall of her home. When she’s gone, Teldryn walks over to the fireplace in the corner of the room and tosses another log into it. Almost as if the fire reminds me of the surely frigid temperature outside, I pick up a fur from the bed and wrap it around my shoulders. My eyes drift to watch him as he prods the fire. The spell of Calm he used on me was incredibly effective--I cannot recall a time when I was as at ease as I am now. Eventually, he notices my gaze, and that smirk of his appears.

//

His smirk takes on a devious edge. “That was a very strong spell I used on you. It often has the unfortunate--or fortunate--side effect of behaving like a truth serum.”

Windrime: n/a

laugh(ed)(s):

LMNIT:

“This makes mead seem like cow’s milk,” I say after a moment. He laughs and moves to refill my mug, but I hold a hand out to stop him. “Unfortunately, I find myself on your island for business, not pleasure.”

//

I let out a loud laugh, and I see the Dunmer at the fireplace startle at the sound of it. The grin on the face of this mercenary touches every feature now. He knows the game I’m playing at.

//

Teldryn laughs. “Nords really do have such absurd tales. That can’t be poss-,” he starts to say, but I interrupt him.

//

“Duck!” I shout, fabricating a ward spell in front of us. Barely a moment later, a swarm of darts dripping with poison comes pelting into the ward. My magicka is resilient enough to hold them off, and they rain to the ground after making contact. The assault lasts all of seconds, but adrenaline now rushes through my veins. When I am certain it is over, I release my spell and stand. From behind me, Teldryn begins laughing, though I fail to find anything humorous about the situation. I then hear Frea scold him with motherly disapproval and he immediately ceases.

//

"Who are you to dare set foot here?” Miraak questions, sizing me up as I remain on my knees at his feet. “Ahh... You are Dovahkiin. I can feel it. And yet, you have never slain a dragon.” He laughs with cruel humor. “You have no idea of the true power a Dragonborn can wield! Mul Qah Div!” He Shouts, and from his body materializes the form of a dragon’s natural armor, but translucent and glowing orange like embers.

//

I cannot help but to laugh at the way their dynamic has taken shape; Teldryn, the tactless, excitable child, and Frea, the weary mother who constantly has to correct his poor social graces.

“See?” Teldryn says, motioning to my laughter. “I’m a halfway decent mage--she’s fine.”

//

I risk a light laugh as the dagger leaves my neck. “Here in the flesh.”

//   

“...you mean a dragon? Are you serious?” he pauses to let out a laugh, and my eyes snap open in anger, bracing for another fight with him. “Do you not even realize the power you have within you?”

//

I snort with laughter. “Now that’s something I’d pay a few septims to see.”

Windrime:

I must laugh at the nature of his inquiry. How unlike him it is to speak with even a semblance of romance. Perhaps he feels the gravity of tomorrow, too. “Surely I cannot contend with something that is divine in its creation,” I respond.

//

I know not my reason for asking this question, only that it was pieced together from the fabric of my mental exhaustion. Teldryn laughs. “Alright,” he says. “I think it’s more than time for you to rest.”

//

I bristled at his words. “Protect me?” I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Have you forgotten who I am? I can force my enemy to their knees faster than you could draw your sword. If loving me is a burden, then I release you from it. I have no further need of you, Teldryn.”

//

“By the Eight,” I say, laughing against his lips. “Your breath is rank.”

//

“Not today, my friend,” I say, laughing as I lure him away from the area with an irresistible shake of a tankard before dumping it in a clearing in the grass for him. Then, I return to Kalina who grazes serenely near our tent without even a hint of attention paid to the unguarded feed bag.

//

smile(d)(s):

LMNIT:

“I wouldn’t dare think anything else,” he says with the hint of a smile. "Teldryn Sero: the best swordsman in all Morrowind is at your service . . . for the right price.”

//

“Five thousand septims,” he answers, the smile spreading to both sides of his mouth.

//

“Sure thing, friend,” he says with a smile casually thrown back at me as he begins to walk forward, resuming his earlier path.

//

I pause for a moment, not having anticipated the enthusiasm he reacted with. Instead, when I look into his face, I can see that his excitement is earnest; in fact, he radiates it. His smile is wide and toothy, and he practically bounces on the balls of his feet—the picture of a child waiting with anticipation to open gifts on Saturalia. It’s almost as if he has suddenly been given renewed purpose in his life.

//

Teldryn nods and Frea smiles, both in encouragement. I take a deep breath and push the door open. It groans on its ancient hinges and a cloud of dust rushes forth at me, but I step inside.

//

Teldryn then comes to stand next to me, and Frea in back of us. Teldryn and I lock eyes. He smiles, waving his hand with a flourish as if to say “they’re all yours.” 

//

[NSFW]

He reaches over and brushes his fingertips between my legs to silence me. When I startle at his touch, the humor in his smile morphs into something more wicked. “You’ll just have to wait,” he purrs.

//

“I look just like a Nord now,” Teldryn proclaims, his smile wide.

“I beg to differ,” I say, putting aside my notebook. “Though if you covered your face...”

“Always so serious you are,” he says, smile turning coy. “Besides, wouldn’t that be doing you a disservice?”

//

I want to finally speak my gratitude to her, but the front door opens and Teldryn comes bursting through with an exasperated groan as chunks of snow come tumbling off his coat and boots. I glare mercilessly at him as he pushes back his hood and runs his hands through the mohawk that has gone flat on his head. He catches my eye through my stare and smiles at me as if he were oblivious to the venom in my expression. When he shakes his head wearing the same bemused look that he’s given me so many times before, however, I know that he’s just choosing to ignore it. After he too has removed his coat, he comes over to the fire, taking the seat directly next to mine. I lean away from his closeness, but he doesn’t seem to notice, and even if he does, he’s unbothered by it.

//

“It was no trouble at all. I love a good fight,” I say. She smiles in agreement--a woman after my own heart. Fjoara never seemed to want to crack a few skulls if she could avoid it. “I apologize for disturbing you. I didn’t think anyone would be here.”

Windrime:

“Mm, nothing, love,” I murmur, soothed once again by his touch. I turn to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face into it. Teldryn sighs, trading his concern for contentment as his hands slide around my back to hold me. I smile against his skin before pressing my lips to it, pulling him closer to me still.

//

“Hi there, my beautiful girl,” I coo, pouring out a little feed into my hand for her. She raises her head and dips her muzzle into my palm. I smile and run my fingers through the black strands of her mane while she eats.

//

“Perhaps I should have,” I retort, barely able to hold back my smile. “That with all your complaining.”

confuse(s)(d):

LMNIT:

While I wait as Teldryn takes Frea to show her where she can stash her gear, it occurs to me that if I am to pose as a prisoner, I should not have Dawnbreaker with me. I am confident enough in my skill with magic, so protection is not my concern, it’s that I cannot even fathom the idea of anything happening to it. This sword is the only tangible testament to my accomplishments, and what would be left of me if I were to lose it? When my companions return, I have unstrapped the scabbard containing it from my body and clutch it in my hands. They notice what I’ve done and look at me with confused expressions.

//

As I consider the possibilities, each grimmer than the next, my mind clouds with worry. However, when I see his knapsack sitting atop a chest and his chitin armor hanging on a rack in the back of the main hall, I feel it dissipate. He would, of course, take his belongings with him if he were to leave my service. I confuse myself with the attention I now pay to his presence. Surely it would not be a loss if I were to no longer have it, especially when I have such a valuable companion in Frea.

Windrime: n/a

fury:

it’s not in either piece! only mild rage allowed i guess

shock(ed):

LMNIT:

I am shocked by the implausibility. A construction of this magnitude should have taken many years to complete, not mere months. The implications of this conjure deeper dread inside me. What otherworldly forces had reached their hand into Nirn?

//

Frea and I are frozen silent by our shock, but she is fast to recover, returning to me and bending down to retrieve my plate of food from the floor. A shell of myself, she guides me back to my seat and places the plate in my lap. She then takes the place next to me that Teldryn once occupied seemingly only moments ago. I cannot eat in fear of being unable to swallow, nor can I bear to process what just happened, so my eyes wander to seek a distraction. They dart from the fire to the ceiling, then glimpse the bed where… Finally, they are drawn to the back of the room, and I realize that his armor is still hanging from the rack. He’d left it behind. Could that mean…? No, surely not. It was nothing more than a consolation prize, a reparation, to make up for what I had just lost.

Windrime: n/a

soft(ly)(ens):

LMNIT:

[NSFWish]

The fire is so warm at my back, and it fills the room with a soft light that casts alluring shadows over his body. I hadn’t previously thought much of the tattoos that trace around his cheekbones and run down the center of his bottom lip, but I now see them as a wildness that makes me want him even more. As I look into his eyes which mirror what I’m feeling inside me, I realize there is nothing I need more in this moment than to feel his hands on me.

//

I push aside the furs covering my body and swing my legs over the side of the bed, but do not get up. As I sit there, my eyes are led to the window where I can see that it is snowing softly outside. It makes my heart ache for home. I know I have not been on Solstheim for very long at all, but it was never my desire to come here in the first place. I had done so out of obligation, knowing that this journey is part of my fate.

//

As I wait for her, I sit on the edge of the bed, running my hand absently over the soft brown fur that lines the inside of the coat. It must be bear pelt, so quite warm indeed. Frea reappears a minute later with my backpack, Dawnbreaker, and the Aetherial Crown. In the chaos of last night, I had forgotten all about my sword, so when Frea gives my things to me, I immediately unsheathe it to check that it is indeed still intact.

//

Her ferocity outshines both of ours combined, and we immediately sober. Frea’s hand softens on my arm, and she takes her other off Teldryn. I don’t look at him, don’t speak to him, and he doesn’t me, but our shared embarrassment hangs heavy in the air. I notice suddenly that my hands are now empty, and I find that my plate had fallen to the floor sometime in the midst of my rage. Most of the food still remains on it, but the sight is still salt in my wounds. I hear Teldryn quietly backing away from us and I look up to see his downcast eyes and the way he cradles the hand against his chest that only seconds ago held an intent to harm.

//

“Yeah, Fjoara’s…” I can feel my voice soften when I say her name, so I immediately break off the sentence. “I hope she’s able to help you, but I won’t be around to see it. I’m headed back to Raven Rock in the morning.”

//

[NSFWish]

Then, after what happened last night, things took a turn for the worse when my care for her became muddled with attraction. I never could have dreamed I’d feel desire for a Nord. She is beautiful in a way that a Dunmer woman couldn’t compare to with her bright winter-blue eyes and the litheness of her body in all its soft curves almost too delicate for the power she has within her. There is a growing need within me to provide for her and ensure her safety, though I know she is capable of doing these things for herself. I truly have nothing to offer that she doesn’t already possess. Her wealth appears limitless, guidance and accommodation are given readily just because of who she is, and her abilities in combat dwarf my own—a spellsword, like me, but in combination with that fucking voice of hers, she’s a lethal weapon. What does that leave me with, then? Sex? No. I’m a sword for hire, not a, well…

//

They are there carved into the side of a mountain, the stone of their structure crumbled and softened by the passing of millennia. There is no dragon, at least none that I can see from our far distance, and only the wind stirring the tops of the trees, not the roar of certain death. I try to stave off these grim thoughts for now, but the heaviness of my breath is still seen in the white plumes of steam that unfurl from my lips. It is panic that holds my lungs captive, holds me captive. Teldryn’s words from last night echo in my chaotic mind, but they do little to quell the emotions this time. My companions and I ride steadily towards our fate, but the tension of nervousness blankets only me--the air around them is free and clear. They are ready for this. I should be as well.

//

“Do you remember what we spoke about last night?” Teldryn murmurs when my shaking lessens from gale-force to a barely perceptible tremor, and I nod. He holds me more softly now, lifting his free hand to brush the hair away from my neck with the very tips of his fingers. I shiver again, but for a different reason. I wonder once more if I should kiss him, if this may be my last chance to, but he speaks again before I’m able to. “Frea and I will be right there with you, but you won’t need us. You’re more powerful than either of us could ever conceive of being.”

Windrime:

The night’s wind blows soft caresses against the bare skin of my arms. It is warm, unseasonably so, and I sit beneath the heavens with my lover beside me. His own touch on my skin is the unwavering competition to the wind who both vie to lay claim to the greatest expanse of it, him for warmth and it to chill me. In the end, it is my lover who comes out triumphant when he guides me to rest my head on his chest, his large hand finding purchase on my shoulder as I nestle my arms in between our bodies. We lay together swathed in the soft grasses of the field where we made our camp, and the wind sighs through the nascent tree leaves of budding springtime. It is such a reprieve from the unrelenting winter, even for a Nord whose bones may as well be made of ice. 

kiss:

[MAJOR NSFW ahead]

Teldryn’s fingers thread roughly through my hair as he bends down to press his lips to mine. My arms find their way around his neck to pull him against my body, and he groans at the contact. He kisses me, mouth closed and desire restrained, until I take a hand and palm him through the outside of his pants, my touch drawing a moan out of him as his hands tighten in my hair.

Teldryn then pulls back to begin kissing up my neck and jaw as he simultaneously climbs the rest of the way onto the bed. “Lay down,” he murmurs when his mouth is at my ear

//

I immediately quiet and nod submissively, but he doesn’t take his hand away. I’m glad for this. My hunger for his touch is insatiable. I close my eyes to concentrate on silencing myself, and suddenly his fingers curl against my walls. My eyes snap open at the climax I now feel building deep inside me, but it doesn’t take long and I whimper against his hand as my body burns with orgasm. When I’ve finished, he exchanges his hand for his lips and kisses me as he takes his fingers out, cupping my sex with his hand for a moment before pulling away from me and moving to the other side of the bed.

//

[back to SFW]

“I…” I try to speak, but there are no words to convey what I feel, so instead, I step forward and wrap my arms around him. He doesn’t hesitate to return the gesture. I bury my face in Teldryn’s chest, breathing in the scent of sweat and smoke on his clothes. He holds me for a minute, and it’s comfortable, secure, nothing like the way he touched me that other night. Rather, his hand strokes my hair so gently. I think briefly of kissing him, but that would be to ruin this peaceful moment where nothing more is expected of me. We remain like this for a short while longer, then we separate and Teldryn leads me back to the campfire.

//

“Do you remember what we spoke about last night?” Teldryn murmurs when my shaking lessens from gale-force to a barely perceptible tremor, and I nod. He holds me more softly now, lifting his free hand to brush the hair away from my neck with the very tips of his fingers. I shiver again, but for a different reason. I wonder once more if I should kiss him, if this may be my last chance to, but he speaks again before I’m able to. “Frea and I will be right there with you, but you won’t need us. You’re more powerful than either of us could ever conceive of being.”

Windrime:

“I love you, Fjoara” is all he says in reply and leans down to kiss the top of my head.

//

His breath turns into kisses peppered up my neck. “Not even ten minutes? They’d be none the wiser.”

//

He leans down to kiss my forehead once before standing up to leave. When he is gone, I roll onto my back, looking up at the lantern that swings gently from where it hangs on the ceiling. My eyes follow it for a dozen passes before I am finally convinced to leave my bed.

***

oof you can totally see how bare-bones my writing was when i first started my fic back in september. i hadn’t read this stuff in awhile. what a ride.

[sephiratales]

oc interview

I got tagged by @gugle1980, thank you so much <3

Eso queens

1. What is your name?

Drachan-Karr : Drachan-Karr

Elvi : Elvi the Tiny

Ver’drani : Ver’drani

Liv : Liv Steelmaiden

2. What is your real name?

D: Good question, I don’t know if my parents gave me another name

E: Elviranen

V (crosses arms): Ver’drani

L: Liv is my real name.

3. Do you know why you were called that?

D : No and I don’t really care.

E : My parents told me the Green whispered them this name.

V (frowns her eyebrows and does not answer)

L: My mother chose my name to honor a great warrior

4. Are you single or taken?

D: It’s private!

E: I’m not interested in that

D (elbowing Elvi): But there are rumors about a certain blond and beautiful elf queen...

E: It’s only because people want to hear a tragic and impossible love story between a tiny bosmer and a queen. Ayrenn is my friend and we’re both happy with this.

V (muttering): Single...

L: So between Seryn and you...

V: Yes...

E: I’m sorry Ver’drani.

V: And you Liv?

L: I’d like to say taken but... *sighs*

5. Have any abilities or powers?

D: I’m a dragon-knight, so I can immobilise and set fire to the enemy.

E: I have healing magic and also a bit of ice magic to protect myself *claps hands* oh and I can invoke Nanu ! Look at him !

*Elvi invokes a huge brown bear. The interviewer screams, the rest laughs*

E: He is nice if you’re nice with us. *smiles*

V : I have the ability to kill you in a second if you dare to annoy us with your questions.

E : Ver’drani, you should not say such things.

V: It’s just an answer.

L: I’m a templar, I can throw light spears and burn enemy with a sacred light.

6. Stop being a Mary Sue

D: Do anyone of you know what it means?

E, V, L : No

7. What’s your eye colour?

D: Black

E: Golden brown

V : Red

L : Green

8. How about your hair colour?

D: Black

E: Reddish brown !

V: White

L : Dark red

9. Have you any family members?

D: No

E: My parents!

V: My mother is still alive, I have two brothers.

L: My father, my two older sisters and my younger brother.

10. Oh? What about pets?

E: I have Nanu! *pets the bear* Oh you like the scratch on your head, yeah my little buddy!

*The others laughs*

D: We also have another pet, Liv’s dog : Brutus.

*The dog appears, hearing his name. He is a big black mastiff*

L: He is from Morthal, he was so cute and little when I saw him playing with a woodstick bigger than him.

V: I can’t imagine him to be small... *Brutus heads towards her, asking to be pet* Yeah, you’re a big boy now.

11. That’s   cool   I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

All : Molag-Bal !

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?  

D: Spending time together around a fire or in a tavern.

E: Drachan and I, we often cook together, with the ingredients Ver’drani and Liv brought us.

L: We also like to talk while we are sparring or training.

V: So it’s not very efficient training. But we also have our own activities, Liv reads a lot, I meditate, Elvi wanders to take care of all the green she sees and Drachan likes to sing, it’s very beautiful and calming.

D: Really?

V*blushes*: Yeah...

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

D: What a question, yes.

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

L: Yes.

15. What kind of animal are you?

D: A dragon apparently.

E: Hm... Bosmer are animals?

V: No, that’s just what stupid people say about the bosmers. Don’t mind them. You’re a beautiful nyxade, tiny and circling around us.

E: And you’re a snake and Liv is a bear!

L: Why not. So I can hibernate during winter, fine for me.

V: A snake...

16. Name your worst habits.

D: I swear.

E: I’m clumsy.

V: I watch people with deadly eyes.

L: I punch people and things

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

D: No...

E: Drachan, you don’t know how to lie!

D: Oh shut up!

V: I just broke up, so not really.

L: Yeah...maybe?

V: Maybe? It’s more than a maybe with you. Though, I’m not sure he will catch the hint, he may know...*Liv put her hand on Ver’drani’s mouth*

L: Sssh !

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

E: Don’t caaaare !

L: Straight

V: Lesbian

D: Lesbian

V: Really? I did not... *blushes* Oh nevermind

E: Are you... Ouch, don’t pinch me !

19. Do you go to school?

L: No, my mother gave me lessons at home.

D: School of life is enough for me

E: Yes

V: No, Ashlanders don’t have school. At last, not like you mean it.

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

E: No

D: Maybe, if I find the right person.

V: Same for me

L: No.

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

L: My niece and nephew. My sister always read them my letters, only the adventure parts. I can’t wait to see them again.

V: We have a bunch of weirdo who honor us because we defeated Molag-Bal.

22. What are you most 😨 of?

D: I’m not very fond of Aelyid ruins.

E: Spiders

V: Lich

L: I’d rather not to talk about it

23. What do you usually wear?

V: Why do you need to ask? We wear clothes, stupid.

24. Do you 💛 someone?

E: I love everyone !

D: It’s more a potential crush.

V *deadly eyes to the interviewer*

L: Yes, I think so...

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

V : Can I kill him? He annoys me?

D: No, we promised, Ver’drani, you promised.

V *grumbles*

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

V *takes a bottle and empties it* : By Vivec’s booty!

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class )

E: Liv says we’re the kicking ass class!

28. How many friends do you have?

L: The number does not matter as long as you can trust them.

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

L: I must admit Drachan makes the best pie in the world.

D: Thank you.

30. Favourite drink?

L: Mead!

V: As long as it burns

E: Tea

D: Beer

31. What’s your favourite place?

D: Our house in Mathiisen

*The others agree*

32. Are you interested in someone?

E: No!

D: Maybe

V: ...

L: Yes

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

V: Are you sure I can’t kill him?

L: Yes.

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

D: Lake, sea serpents are aweful.

V: Lake is not always better.

L: A sauna, you should try ladies.

35. What’s your type?

V: Not sure for me, but I can say someone here is interested in tall white-haired dunmer with a mechanical arm...

L *grinning her teeth* : I will kill you, I swear.

V: I love you too.

D: I can understand her on Dunmer.

36. Any fetishes?

V: Go...

L: Don’t you dare!

V *laughs*

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?

D: I’m gonna let Ver’drani kill you if you continue with these kind of question.

E: Yeaaah, it means meaaat!

V: As long as you don’t put him in our meal, you can do what you want with his body.

38. Camping or indoors?

L: Camping

E: But being indoors in our home is nice too.

D: Camping in the court of our home.

39. Are you wanting the interview to end?

V: YES!

40. Now it’s over!

V: Finally! Never again.

*She leaves without a sound, disappearing in the shadows*

E: Ver’drani, wait for me! You forgot you bag!

*Drachan-Karr and Liv stand up and shake the hand of the interviewer*

D: Sorry, they’re a bit rude. I hope we did not frighten you too much. Have a nice day.

L: Goodbye.

Sorry it was long =)

I tag @jonhseed, @fantasmagoriam, @uriellactaea and @pixiedurango

[mutantenfisch]

3,6,12,16,21, and one of your choice for the TES questions? Any OC

Thanks a bunch for asking! C=Since I can’t decide which OC to take but love talking about them, I’ll do this for my two latest Skyrim non-Dragonborn OCs Lindis Galaeum and Nargol gra-Morhaz Drenilo (the latter is half Orc/half Dunmer hence the long-ass name) \o/Below is what they look like. :3

3: Does your ochave any kind of crafting skills that either aren't in-game or don’t have asmuch importance in-game as they would in real life? (For example, can your ocsew or weave, etc? Are they skilled in any kind of art? Can they make jewellery or work glass? Are they musicians? etc)

Lindis: As the daughter of mages and adept alchemists, most of Lindis’ skills lie in these respective fields, but she is also quite adept in paying the lute or harp and needlework. Sure, the College staff got provided robes but only a fool would believe they were tailor-made to fit a too-tall-to-be-true Nord so she always had to adjust her clothes to her body once she started sprouting over her mother’s head. It is only a hobby of hers, but Lindis is also quite accomplished when it comes to gardening and keeping her pretty flowers and other plants alive in The Pale’s unwelcoming weather. She sometimes sells the healing herbs from her and her mother’s greenhouse to alchemists, both in Windhelm and Winterhold, and to travelling healers.

Nargol: Having been raised on her father’s farmstead in a more fertile and less devastated part of Morrowind (which was destroyed by a fire eventually but that’s another story), Nargol has learned her share of farming and guar-keeping. She also knows how to make baskets, since that was part of her parents’ income. When she came of age and decided to search her luck with a mercenary company, she was being mocked for her - in most of her comrades’ view - ugliness and relative clumsiness, but one thing they couldn’t deny was her ability to tell stories in such an intriguing way that after a while they stopped mocking her and instead completely abandoned their habit of doing so and instead encouraged her to retell famous tales or legends or just funny anecdotes when they gathered round their campfire at night. She also has a surprisingly beautiful singing voice but usually can’t be convinced to show off her talent without at least six mugs of mead. 

6: Does your ochave a family of origin? How many members of their FoO are still living? Dothey have a good relationship? How much contact does your oc have with theirFoO? How in-the-loop is your oc’s FoO about your oc’s beingDragonborn/HoK/Nerevarine?

As said above, neither Lindis nor Nargol are Dragonborn so I’m gonna skip that part.

Lindis: Aye, her whole family is alive and kicking and eventually going to get larger during 4th E 201. First, there are her parents Bryndis and Ilerion who are residing in their re-built home in Winterhold, just outside the College. Then there are also her brothers. One has left without many words to join the Civil War as a soldier - and none of his letters indicates for which side he’s fighting - and the other has taken a job as farmhand on Shoal’s Rest Farm near Rorikstead where he’s going to have a baby with his lover. Naturally, Lindis is having almost no contact to her fighting brother, but the other regularly sends letters or she stops by to visit when her job as a courier takes her to Rorikstead. Since she’s officially working for the College, she also sees her parents rather often and stays with them when she’s in Winterhold.As children, Lindis and her younger brother Ordric, who went off to war, never were really close. He was always a quiet and stubborn boy and as much as she or especially her father tried to reach out to him, they were never really able to connect to him. Reifnir on the other hand is the good soul of the family and Lindis loves her older brother very much. She also has a good relationship with her parents, as she and her mother are literally colleagues in their alchemistic endeavours and she has been a good apprentice to her father, who realised soon that she has inherited most of his talent for magic and has taught her in the schools of both conjuration and restoration.

Nargol: Her mother died in the fire that devastated the Drenilo farm but her father is still alive and had decided to leave Morrowind for good to find a safer home in Skyrim instead. He settled in Whiterun and now spends his days working as a farmhand and basket maker. Since Nargol decided to become a sell-sword they rarely meet each other but send each other letters as good as possible. While her departure took place in a heat and there were quite some harsh words exchanged, they eventually reached out to each other again and have used the years and distance to reconcile. But still, when they meet their whole meetings are still a bit stiff and awkward.

12: Is your oc good with finances?Bartering? How long can they keep the money they make? 

Lindis: Being a travelling alchemist and courier for the College and its associates, Lindis knows it’s no good idea to travel with too heavy pockets. She always keeps a sum of septims in the hem of her skirt just in case, but rather relies on her skills as a healer and potion maker to earn the coin she needs on the road. She is also saving up to help her older brother buy some property, read a share of the farm he’s working. Thanks to her amulets of Zenithar and Dibella, she always gets good prices for the wares she tries to sell or haggle for.

Nargol: As a mercenary, you buy stuff and mead and a bed when you have septims and sell your muscle when you have none. Nargol has never really learned how to properly handle larger sums of money. Her bartering though, is very successful, for she has an instinctive feeling for a good price and her presence usually leaves merchants too intimidated to scam her.

16: Does your oc take their time as they travel, or are they purposeful? How dothey survive in the wilds, especially if they aren’t hunter-types? How dependent is your oc on civilized society?

Lindis: She tries to stay on the roads and prefers the safe roofs of an inn over her head for the night. If she has to sleep on the road, she always tries to find a moderately sheltered spot and sets up wards to not be surprised by an attack. Thus, she loves travelling with company so everyone can sleep safely for a few hours until it’s their turn for watch duty. All this caution doesn’t keep her from admiring the view from time to time.She likes the company of other people, no matter if men or mer or other races and doesn’t mind the smaller settlements or larger towns in Skyrim’s holds. She has never understood the notion to move to a city like Solitude for its “higher civilisation standard” though. Skyrim is still Skyrim, no matter where you live.

Nargol: She is used to travelling alone and sleeping in trenches or under ledges, only accompanied by a small campfire or this mangy dog that started following her one day after she tossed some gnawed bones, the remains of her lunch, at it. In fact, Nargol enjoys being alone in the wilderness where no one judges her by her looks and only the strength of her sword arm and the sturdiness of her armour count. She’s not good for stealth hunting, though, and prefers setting up traps and kill whatever happens to step into one, even though her archery skills aren’t that bad.

21: How picky isyour oc about their gear? Do they have different equipment for differentadventures, or is it the same suit of armor for everything (not countingupgrades like from steel to ebony)? 

Lindis: She does, in fact, always carry a change of clothes in her backpack, so she can change her sturdy runner gear for a more comfortable dress whenever she enters a town or when she feels like she needs to change because of nature’s impact on the cleanliness of her current gear.

Nargol: Good Steel Plate is the name of the game for her, even though it gets weary after a whole day’s march through the Reach’s hills. After a while on the road in Skyrim, Nargol leaves her heavy armour in her local base, be it an inn or a paid room at a farmstead or a camp she set up in a secluded spot and only gets it when she suspects her current job to be dangerous enough to need it. Otherwise she wears leather armour.

Extra is 20: What does your oc wear in the city/settlements? In the house? Whentravelling, but not adventuring or expecting combat? Do they vary their clothesdepending on what hold/city they’re in? If they don’t, why not (e.g., if youroc wears the same outfit to tend their garden or lounge around the house asthey did to meet Ulfric or Elisif, why?) Does your oc have a good or bad senseof fashion? How many clothes doesyour oc have?

Lindis: Her sense of fashion is rather good, and she likes to keep up appearances. Her adeptness in needlework makes it easy for Lindis to make her own clothes and she owns a few sets of travelling robes, a leather coat and some more comfortable dresses for her leisure time. There’s also her formal College gear and a dress for festivities, as well as clothes for farm work and for winter.She matches her clothes to the current weather and if she’d ever were to meet with nobility, she would never go there in dirty travelling robes if it weren’t absolutely necessary. 

Nargol: One set of steel plate, one set of often repaired leather armour and some shirt, vest and trousers for her few days off at her dad’s place. She doesn’t need more and she doesn’t want more. At least that’s what she likes to think. If a jarl would summon her or her job would take her there - what would be better than showing your capability as a warrior than showing up in well tended armour, eh? Those fine robes the nobles wear wouldn’t stand a chance against an arrow or a sabrecat’s claws.

Bear with me for eventual typos and weird grammar. It was late at night when I finished this and poor serah Drenilo still has no first name. D: