#rolff stone-fist

[dynamite124]

Going around Windhelm with a dunmer pc and hearing Tal say “he’ll take care of it” if the locals bother them makes me giggle, but it also makes me wonder because what exactly would Tal do to someone being a dickhead towards the pc?

Don't worry, he's just sleeping...

[ladytanithia]

Inigo and Lucien hate Windhelm, and Rolff is one big reason why. Miranja and the boys had a distasteful encounter this evening.

[libartz]

[omgkalyppso]

Meldiara: beating this man in a fist fight isn't enough I need to [redacted]

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Galmar Stone-fist: You're wasting your life.

Rolff Stone-fist: I am not. What you call wasting, I call living. I'm living my life.

Galmar: Okay, like what? No, tell me. Do you have a job?

Rolff: No.

Galmar: You got money?

Rolff: No.

Galmar: Do you have a woman?

Rolff: No.

Galmar: Do you have any prospects?

Rolff: No.

Galmar: You got anything on the horizon?

Rolff: Uh, no.

Galmar: Do you have any action at all?

Rolff: No.

Galmar: Do you have any conceivable reason for even getting up in the morning?

Rolff: I like to harass the grey skins.

[helgiafterdark]

[whitegoldtower]

My masterlist of Skyrim takes:

Both the Imperials and Stormcloaks can eat my ass.

Isran is a piece of shit

I don’t like Brynjolf.

Ancano, Vingalmo, Ondolemar, Garan Marethi, Teldryn Sero and Arch-Curate Vyrthur are the hottest male NPCs.

The companions are a flop.

Ysgramor and Wuuthrad suck.

Muiri’s unsolicited affections gave me the ick

Morthal is my favourite area.

The Ravencrone and Blackbriar women could get it any day.

I’d fuck a hagraven out of curiosity.

Frostbite spiders are adorable

I love Cicero’s voice.

Nazeem is just funny. So are the girls at Radiant Raiment. They all served cunt.

The Reach is for the Forsworn.

In every playthrough I make sure to beat the shit out of Rolff Stone-Fist and scare the fuck out of Mikael.

Mage and double dagger runs are the best.

Destruction and Conjuration are lazy.

My favourite discreet way to assassinate annoying NPCs is to reverse pickpocket poisons and poisoned apples into their inventories, sit back and watch. Alternatively, I like casting frenzy / reverse pickpocketing frenzy potions into their inventories and watching chaos unfold.

I have to purposely paralyse myself at least once in every playthrough, whether through licking Netch Jelly or chewing Corkbulb Root.

Idgrod Ravencrone is the best jarl.

Erikur deserves a slow death.

Delphine’s also a piece of shit.

Astrid instantly pissed me off.

I love just collecting and reading all the books.

The carriage driver Bjorlam (Whiterun) is SO HOT and for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Who made him so fine and why??

Ondolemar is a sweet baby. Even if you refuse to get the amulet for him, he doesn’t get pissy with you (unlike a certain touchy redheaded thief in Riften).

Some people get annoyed with Faendal showing up if you marry Camilla Valerius. I say two for the price of one, in this household we share. How can you be mad at getting a free bosmer femboy? A boyfriend of my wife’s is a boyfriend of mine.

(Will add more soon. If you want me to elaborate on any of these points, just drop an ask.)

[ciceroandthelistener]

revyn sadri is one of the first people in windhelm to encounter naelia. she walked into his shop covered in snow and handed him exactly 29 iron daggers and 6 wolf pelts, saying it’s for the fare to solstheim in an attempt at small talk. after buying some soul gems she does something like a bow and wishes him farewell in dunmeris. not once did he ever see her face. later that night his husband tells him that some 10 minutes before that she beat the shit out of rolff stone-fist at the inn

[amigoua]

Albert Windborn – A Man of Honor, Faith, and Service to the Empire

Albert Windborn’s dedication to the Imperial Legion is not just a matter of duty—it is a reflection of his principles, heritage, and unwavering belief in a united Skyrim. Like Legate Rikke, Albert finds himself torn between loyalty to the Empire and his personal faith in Talos, proving that service and belief are not always at odds.

Motives for Serving in the Imperial Legion

1. A Legacy of Honor and Discipline

Born into a family of strong liberal values, Albert was raised to respect order, discipline, and strategic thinking over reckless rebellion. His father, a wealthy and influential man, had always instilled in him the belief that Skyrim’s strength lies not in division and isolationism but in unity under the Empire’s guidance.

He saw the chaos and destruction brought by the Stormcloak rebellion and knew that only the Legion could restore order.

Unlike the brutish and often undisciplined Stormcloaks, Albert admired the Imperial Legion’s structure, tactical approach, and ability to govern effectively.

2. The Danger of the Stormcloak Rebellion

Though he was born in Windhelm, a city deeply tied to the Stormcloak cause, Albert was never blind to Ulfric’s true nature. He saw firsthand how the Stormcloaks’ so-called "fight for freedom" often led to nothing more than oppression, chaos, and racial intolerance.

He could not stand by while Nord nationalism turned into hatred against Dunmer, Argonians, and Imperials in his own city.

He despised men like Rolff Stone-Fist and Galmar Stone-Fist, who encouraged the mistreatment of non-Nords, believing them to be just as dangerous as the Thalmor.

While the Empire sought coexistence and structure, the Stormcloaks seemed to fight without vision, pushing Skyrim into a future of infighting and weakness.

3. Protecting the Common People

Albert was always sensitive and protective, not only as a soldier but as a man who truly cared for the innocent. The civil war did not only affect soldiers—it destroyed villages, displaced families, and turned Skyrim into a land of suffering.

He saw how Stormcloak soldiers pillaged towns in the name of their cause, leaving orphaned children and devastated homes.

By fighting for the Legion, Albert believed he was not just serving a government, but defending those who could not fight for themselves.

Albert Windborn – A Worshipper of Talos in the Legion

Like Legate Rikke, Albert’s service to the Empire does not conflict with his belief in Talos. He sees the worship ban as a political maneuver rather than a true assault on faith.

He knows the Empire was forced to accept the White-Gold Concordat after the Great War, but this does not mean that every Imperial soldier despises Talos.

Legate Rikke serves the Empire and still believes in Talos—Albert follows the same path, proving that one can be a devout Nord and still fight for unity.

He despises the Thalmor, understanding that the real enemy is not the Empire, but the elven supremacists who manipulate both sides of the war.

A Man Like Legate Rikke – Strength in Discipline and Faith

Albert embodies the same unwavering strength and wisdom as Legate Rikke—a Nord who does not let blind nationalism dictate his choices. He values order, justice, and loyalty, even when it means making difficult decisions.

While many Stormcloaks fight with passion but no strategy, Albert respects those like Legate Rikke, who fight with both heart and mind.

His worship of Talos is personal, not something to be used as a political weapon like Ulfric does.

He fights not just for himself, but for a better Skyrim, free from war, oppression, and manipulation.

Conclusion – A True Warrior for Skyrim’s Future

Albert Windborn is more than just a warrior—he is a man of deep convictions, a protector of the innocent, and a symbol of what a true Nord should be. He proves that serving the Empire does not mean betraying one’s roots—rather, it is a path to restoring Skyrim’s strength through unity, discipline, and wisdom.

[a-thirst-for-dunmer]

may have just found the existence of Bishop the Bitchop in the modded followers section and BOY

-guy looks like if Dean Winchester went goth and decided respecting women was a fad so there’s that

-like. All the time it’s sex. ‘Nice legs’ and ‘your armor covers up the best bits’ and ‘lemme warm your bedroll for you.’ Sir, my armor is for the fucking dragons, I am married, AND you’re not an elf you’re just unseasoned bland chicken

-Yandere to the max, so fucking alpha it makes him look like he’s struggling with internalized homophobia. ‘Go fetch Papa a drink’ ‘Down, boy’ like??? Sir??? you might be a lil fruity

-when you stand up for yourself he slutshames and belittles you, god forbid I’m the Dovahkiin with 30+ dragon souls swarming inside my body. Get over here i’ll beat your ass

-not EVEN useful in combat. My mans Revyn can pull out a whole staff of paralysis when i marry him along with a dagger. (Dunno where he got it but he likes it. Good lad best boy) Bitchop uses only an iron dagger and basic bows. Kaiden, Lucien, Inigo, and gang all have unique weapons and can carry themselves in a fight. This guy is so fucking weak

-calls u a wench when vanilla marriage candidates call u dearest, love, darling

-i don’t claim this man as part of the atheist community, he’s too much of an edgelord. Plus Daedra and Aedra lore is pog fuck you

-A l l the alpha petnames, princess, babygirl, kitten probably. Guy is like a reverse Geralt

-literally calls himself a savage wolf when you ignore him. Awoo awoo furry bastard

-generic ass edgy backstory

-thinly veiled insults and misogyny passed off as jokes. Who wrote this. U good fam, you need a hug?

-dismisses your entire identity to fuckin treat you like a sex doll. B o i i have killed god’s children and you’re next

Just everything about this guy is repulsion incarnate. Perfectly convinced that this is an aspect of Namira or Molag Bal because fuck, the red flags are downright daedric. I’d rather wed Rolff Stone-Fist

[wellthebardsdead]

Riiju-Lei: *all 3 eyes very irritated from crying as they leave the hall of the dead* gods if I keep weeping like this I think id like to go back to having no emotions at all…

Nerevar: and deprive the world of your smile? Absolutely not~ *pats his shoulder gently*

Taliesin: or your adorable laugh~

Riiju-Lei: I-it is not adorable.

Kaidan: I dunno, it does sound pretty cute when you start honking like a baby horker~

Lucien: or start snorting like a bristleback.

Riiju-Lei: *visibly blushing* I- I don’t sound like either of those things!

Sero: *cackles* pay up Xelzaz I told you he’d start blushing again!

Xelzaz: You lot cheated!

Riiju-Lei: Y-you’re taking bets on my emotional responses now?!

Inigo: yes shame on you all! … *sneakily takes his winnings from Xelzaz*

Nerevar: *chuckles and shakes his head at them* leave him be… *waits till Riiju isn’t looking before taking his share too and snickering* So, corner club before we leave?

Riiju-Lei: I guess, I don’t think you’d enjoy it though but… it’s really the only place any of us except for maybe Lucien and Kaidan would be welcome… the dunmer who owns it doesn’t particularly like me given I was raised by a nord and most people in this city like or at least tolerate me.

Nerevar: hm… maybe we can wait until we reach Kynesgrove then…

Riiju-Lei: Mhm… I don’t particularly want to go passed what’s left of my old house either. I don’t know what type of emotion that’d kick up out of me…

Nerevar: old house?

Kaidan: aye. When we first came here with him to gather his belongings and bring them to whiterun we found it burned to the ground and the brickwork covered in racial slurs against dunmer… even the district it was in is a slur against dunmer people.

Nerevar: *clenching his fist a little under his cloak* …I see…

Riiju-Lei: *sighs* let’s just g-

???: THERE! THATS THE BASTARD! THATS THE WANKER WHO DID THIS TO ME!!

Everyone: *turns to see Rolff stone-fist next to a guard, pointing at Kaidan*

Kaidan: oop, shit, hope you all have enough to bail me out for this.

Nerevar: I- what did you do to him? He’s missing half his face!

Kaidan: He was harassing a dunmer woman then tried to hit LeiLei while his back was turned. So I punched him and my gauntlets did the rest.

Guard: *walks over* Alright you’re under arre-

Nerevar: *steps out in front of him* It is my understanding that my companion here was attacked first by that- gentleman. My other companion here leapt to his defence.

Riiju-Lei: *sighs* nerevar don’t bother. He’s the brother to ulfrics right hand man, they won’t listen. *opens his wallet* okay how much is the fin-

Nerevar: *gently makes him put it away before looking at the guard* Is that so… in that case. Unless Ulfric would like the great houses of morrowind to side with the empire once again and join in on this civil dispute. He, And his right hand man. Will have an audience with me.

Guard: and, who are you exactly?…

Nerevar: Indoril Nerevar.

*a few hours later*

Riiju-Lei: *sitting quietly at the large table in the main hall of the palace of kings, knee bouncing as he and the others wait for nerevar and kaidan to return from their meeting with Ulfric* …I feel, sick, my chest feels tight and my hands and feet are cold. What emotion is this?

Lucien: anxiety, nervousness… it’s okay to be scared, I am too… being an imperial and the son of a notable captain I don’t particularly feel safe in here.

Sero: it’ll be okay… *folds his arms a little tighter feeling nervous himself*

Riiju-Lei: I hope you’re r-

Rolff: *suddenly screaming as he’s dragged out of the room in shackles to be taken to the jails* BROTHER YOU CANT DO THIS! YOU CANT SIDE WITH THEM! BROTHEEEEE- *silenced as the doors shut*

Nerevar: *walks out with Kaidan* I’m glad we could come to an understanding. The high council will provide funds for the betterment of our people housed within your city, the argonians and khajiit will be permitted within the walls. And we’ll remain neutral in your affairs.

Galmar: *huffs and storms out past them to the jails, most likely to give his brother a talking to for embarrassing him*

Ulfric: *walks out after him* yes. Now if there’s nothing else I have a war to get back t- *pauses spotting Riiju-Lei amongst the group* I know you. You were at Helgen.

Riiju-Lei: Yes. I was. Now I’m the Dragonborn. And I’ve been a citizen of this city longer than you or your fathers fathers have been alive… *stands up, feeling anger bubbling within himself the longer he looks at him* So if I hear anymore talk of my kind or anyone who isn’t a nord, being mistreated in these walls. I’ll do what that bastard and his mates did to my house. And I’ll burn this whole city to the ground.

Nerevar: LeiLei. *looks at him sternly but with a soft understanding in his eyes, knowing now at time of diplomacy is not a moment to lose his temper*

Riiju-Lei: *huffs and turns to leave*

Ulfric: *realising now he’s standing in a room with two extremely powerful threats he’d be smart not to piss off any further* I understand.

Riiju-Lei: *glares back at him* …good… *storms out*

*a few minutes later*

Team Dragonborn: *catch up with Riiju-Lei as he crosses the bridge leaving the city*

Nerevar: Hey- *pats his shoulder gently*

Riiju-Lei: *gritting his teeth in frustration* Arghh! I hate this feeling! I hate him for making me feel this way! I promise if we come back in a month NOTHING will have changed and that cockhead will be walking around harassing the grey quarter all over again!!

Nerevar: And if he does I will make good on my threat and side with the empire again. *strokes his cheek* he’s not worth your fury, dreamer…

Riiju-Lei: *sighs and relaxes into touch, the feeling of familiarity it brings giving him comfort* is it really worth that much effort?…

Nerevar: if it makes you happy, then yes…

Riiju-Lei: *smiles and holds his hand looking down shyly as the anger gives way to love and content happiness*

Taliesin: *suddenly smiling as he watches them*

Kaidan: what’s got you so happy? I nearly got arrested and you’re grinning.

Taliesin: I just realised something. The first day we saw LeiLei smile. It was right here. I’m betting it was the day Nerevar first came to skyrim~

Kaidan: really?… huh… to think they were always so close without even realising it.

Taliesin: *leans against him* I’m glad he’s found his happiness now… and I’m glad you’re not arrested. It’d be hard to make love to you with all those guards watching~

Kaidan: *coughs* I- calm down you wait until we get a room before you start talking like tha-

Sero: *suddenly books it past them with the guards chasing after him* HAHAHAAAAA!!!

Riiju-Lei: WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Inigo: *runs out after him and the guards* I tried to stop him! He set Rolff stone-fist on fire in his jail cell!!!

[pumpkingeorge]

I wanna beat up Rolff Stone-Fist

[treppo]

Rolff Stone-Fist be like

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Asks for Sydari: General info, 7; and background, 3 & 8.

Helloooo! General Info: 7. Class (or a general description of their skillset)

Sydari's playthroughs are the definition of "Stealth Archer". She's a thief by trade with a talent for lock picking and pickpocketing, which has only advanced from her contract with Nocturnal. Generally, Sydari looks to incapacitate more so than kill when she fights, though she generally will try to sneak around an enemy if she can help it.

Background:

3. What was their childhood like? Who raised them? Do they have siblings? Sydari generally considers herself an orphan, though technically her father is still alive and crazy in a Tribunal Revival cult on Solstheim. Her mother died not long after giving birth to her and her father, an ex Ordinator from Vivec City, was more consumed by religious monologuing than being a parent. Sydari and her older brother, Edras, would often find themselves begging on the streets of Windhelm's Gray Quarter way before the guy left to go join that cult. Once her father left, Sydari and her brother were evicted from the tiny apartment they shared with their father and forced out onto the docks. She was about six at the time. Edras got paid work on the docks whilst Sydari was left to fend for herself. This was when she started to learn how to pickpocket. Edras was working most of the time and didn't bring back enough to adequately feed them both so she adapted and learnt how to steal coin right out of the Nord's pockets. No one notices just another Dunmeri street urchin, she could blend in easily. In early 4E 163 a sickness spread through the docks and Gray Quarter. Edras came down with a fever as the year turned and died two weeks later, she was about fourteen at the time. After struggling to find lucrative work on the docks, she falls in with a grizzled old Dunmer who had her working nights. She started stealing from the men she slept with after one refused to pay, garnishing what she earned a bit. This was around the time she met Revyn Sadri, who scared off a client of hers one night after misreading the situation. The two knew of each other, though had never spoken until the two of them were teenagers, about fifteen and sixteen respectively. The two would meet when they could outside of the city and eventually, Revyn admitted how he felt. Sydari wasn't quite sure if she felt the same but went with it anyway. It felt good to feel loved. Revyn proposed after his father died and he inherited the store. Sydari had agreed to the engagement and had fully intended to go through with marrying him. She wasn't sure if she loved him romantically, but she loved being loved and she craved the stability that Revyn provided. It would have meant she could give up all the bullshit she had to do just to get by. Only she couldn't, she tried to stop herself from breaking into that house in Valunstrad but it was just too easy. So that's what she did, everything went smoothly until she reached the entrance of the Gray Quarter and was cut off by Rolff Stone-Fist. She fought back, ultimately beating the man half to death. She was captured and thrown in the dungeons. In this case she was lucky, the guard hadn't bothered to frisk her before throwing her into a cell, so she still had her lock picks. She escaped the dungeon before she could be notched and processed and escaped the city. She knew that if she was caught she would be executed, given who Rolff's brother is. She stole a horse and rode through the night until she reached the Rift. She wouldn't write Revyn for a long time, a few years as the heat died down. She still hates the thought of entering Windhelm and tries to avoid it when she can. 8. What guilds do they join? Are they committed to those guilds, or are they mostly in them for the benefits?

Sydari joins the Thieves Guild in Riften when she's about twenty, after a year of plying the trade on her own. She used the system she'd developed in Windhelm and it was going okay for her until she stole from a member of the Guild (Niruin) and drew their eye. She was confronted by Brynjolf and given a choice, leave or work for them, so she chose the avenue she felt was most lucrative. Sydari's main goal has always been stability. She wants a house, she wants a family, she wants to never worry about money or where her next meal is coming from and the Thieves Guild gave her those things. She apprentices under Delvin Mallory and finds a mentor and father figure in him. She does quite well for herself in this line of work, eventually being let into the guild proper and being introduced to the Guild Master. She manages to make enough coin that she starts thinking about buying property and settling in properly. So she starts getting cosy with the Jarl. Becoming Thane is a practical thing for her, she's wanting to own land and utilise the privileges it affords her. She does something similar when she gets to Solstheim. She feels it keeps her above suspicion.

Mega TES OC Ask Meme

[whitegoldtower]

What I love most about my OC, Severin Nervayne:

People who meet him in the modern day see a kindly Dunmer. A single dad (widower) who works as a professor in the college of Winterhold, teaching the history of necromancy and its dangers. A benevolent looking lil’ guy with circular glasses, a messy black bun. A guy who looks after everyone and would drop whatever he’s doing to help you out, and who would defend you to the corners of Nirn and back.

But he used to be a fucking Telvanni Mage specialising in Necromancy, highly ambitious and extremely arrogant. A tough mf with a history even further back of pit fighting and tomb raiding to pay his bills and fund his skooma addiction.

Nobody sees that side of him any more. Well, except for those who saw him in Windhelm when Rolff Stone-Fist called him and his daughter ‘filthy grey-skins’ and told him to ‘fuck off back to Morrowind’. Dude woke up the following morning stuffed into one of those big urns in the Grey Quarter, with the last thing he remembers seeing being Sev’s fist flying towards his face.

If he takes his glasses off, you know you’re about to get your shit rocked

Also he has never harmed a child before but he did absolutely blow this little nord shit’s puny mind with his ✨vibrant✨ vocabulary after the kid kept making fun of Llevana’s burns and teasing her until she wouldn’t leave the house.

All Llevana remembers of it is being upset, Severin fussing over her until she told him what happened, him asking her to point the kid out, and then him leaving the house for like 2 minutes tops. She looks out of the window to see her dad fucking crouched down in front of the kid, with a deadpan expression as he talks to him. Sev comes back in, she goes back outside and those kids have fucking GONE. He still won’t tell her what he said to this day.