#she's a spellsword ok

[bubblingbeebles]

i'm no lunar runner who knows every strat ever but this is my usagi power ranking so far:

S:

- assassin (refreshing invuln on demand every 4 secs is indispensable for hard mode)

- dancer (every build feels good somehow. easiest to optimize dps while sparing most of your attention for enemy patterns, because her charge rhythm is straightforward and you get an audio cue for every special. garnet rabbitluck special for all allies seems bonkers)

A:

- spellsword (seems to have the best upside for solo, one time i got obsidian rod + ruby special + nova crown and was doing 14k-22k per hit (see below))

- sniper (it feels hard to build out her special but any speed-boost defensive is ok in my book. vega spear is very funny on her)

- bruiser (it feels unnatural that she wants her primary optimized more than her special but when it works it really works. not to mention multiple use speed-boost invuln)

B:

- defender (special recharge feels awkward, probably ok if you can find opal special, but at least has speed-boost defensive. ally invuln is fun on coop with a less skilled partner)

- heavyblade (defensive feels awkward and special's forced movement is awkward too, but at least special invulns on demand. becomes very silly if you find the mermaid scalemail)

C:

- wizard (has great dps but really wants to stand still a lot, doesn't feel tenable for hard mode. garnet rabbitluck special might be redeeming, but dancer has it too)

D:

- ancient (very awkward to build for; the emerald and garnet secondaries are incompatible with most specials. more importantly, managing where your familiar is really sucks against mobile bosses)

- druid (secondary field has the same placement problem as ancient, and also having speed reduction on both primary and secondary is actively tilting)

aforementioned spellsword build:

anyways if you're actually good at this game and i missed something obvious about a class i hated on please do point it out cheers

[capitalpunishments]

So we talked Rooks, but I am curious - do you have any Wardens, Hawkes, or Inquisitors close to your heart as well?

OH BOY DO I <- sleeper agent code activation

(this got so long so ill put it below a readmore jfshdidb)

i have a couple wardens but my most notables are

1. ISANAMI SURANA

isanami is one of my oldest dragon age characters and probably my favorite. hes a circle mage elf gone rogue, a blood mage by trade and a spellsword by circumstance. he learned quickly that while staves are handy for casting… theyre not all that practical during a swarm of darkspawn. i really missed that in da2 and inquisition, that mage classes couldnt use warrior/rogue weapons, so isanamis always been special in that hes used a zweihander before it was “cool”… fun fact! he was a woman originally, before i lost intrest in DA and forgot ab him - when i rediscovered the old ref sheets for the character, i hit him with The Transgenderification Beam and now hes a twink… smh.

also heres isanami before his redesign -> after his redesign. these two pics were drawn about 5 years apart so thats why theres such a massive glow up LMFAO. one thing i wanted to keep was that red hair + pale skin/sunken in eyes + visible scarring!

2. CILLIAN COUSLAND

pronounced KILL-ee-ann. cillian was my humble cousland who i was like ^^ ok you go through the horrors now. i made him conscript loghain, exile alistair, put himself on the throne with anora, AND he completed the dark ritual with morrigan himself so that he could kill the archdemon. he was like :) surely this is okay! im helping fereldan! dw about it! if i could tweak anything ab origins tho id probably make him conscript loghain and then put alistair on the throne tho… i feel like that couldve been an AWESOME worldstate. cillian originally was gonna be my goody two shoes guy but i started picking crazay choices for him and it just Snowballed From There.

as for hawkes…

1. MAIDA MARIAN HAWKE

maida my BELOVED. shes such an interesting character - shes red/purple on dialogue, which leads to this very brusque and aggressive nature that few get past. she and carver used to butt heads a lot as kids, but now she misses him more than anything </3 shes a rogue whos absolute ass at anything other than “cut you up like a kebab” and “punch you in the face” LMFAO. she doesnt respect nor care for the arishok past “youre a true fighter and thats commendable” and despite being a chantry die hard shes violently pro mage rights. its a weird conundrum and her/anders Get Into It often about how exactly to bring about revolution, pros and cons of violence, and what exactly it means to be pro-mage liberation. shes a very contradictory person and has her moments of contriteness but overall shes a massive sweetpea. also she looks just like her father and got her sister killed by meredith + carvers dead + leandra blames her for it all so shes just this bucket of angst most of the time

as for her design shes very warm toned, coppery and deep. i love that fuckass tony ponytail + bob haircut so that was what i based her entire face around

2. DANDELION “DANDY” HAWKE

ohhh dandy. dandy has always been on the backburner (sorry dandy) because its so hard to find inspiration for them. theyre like some sort of fae freak, bug eyed and Eerie. dandy is a mage and a bad one at that, willing to use ANY means necessary to come out on top. dandy killed anders, gave up isabella, and sent carver off to the grey wardens easy as pie - thats not to say that they dont regret it. dandys one of those characters where they dont mean to do bad things, they just dont want to die and hate being under pressure. theyre a part of my “bad timeline” which has cillian, dandy, yanna, and shea :)

and inquisitors…

1. VELARA LAVELLAN

NUMERO UNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY QUEEN OF QUEENS MY ANGEL OF ANGELSSSSS ahem. ok im normal. she romanced solas and i used to make CRAZY animatics of her on flipaclip as a kid. literally was obsessed with the SPOT THE WHITE ELF 🧝‍♀️ <- thats her for FOREVER. shes a mage and first to the keeper, her voice sounds kind of nasally but hoarse, and shes just very awkward and plain. her favorite companions are cole and dorian, and the iron bull in a close third, and i feel like that sums up her personality well! she fucking HATES cullen though - truly and fully hates that guy with all her heart. he said he was a circle templar and she immediately was like KILL YOURSELF NOW!!!!!!!

her design hasnt changed much over the years but one thing ive always given her is buck teeth + long brown hair + mythals vallaslin (which was an insane choice considering the Implications in veilguard)

2. YANNA TREVELYAN

ok need i say more than these pictures. these are old old old art but yanna was one of the first DA characters i ever made so its okay. she killed her brother to take his place at the Big Meet whatever its called where divine justinia gets Exploded. she went to romance cullen but broke it off when he started getting a little too “mages dont deserve human rights”. she hates darkspawn and deepstalkers equally. ger favorite colour is blue. her bff wouldve been alistair if he hadnt gotten stuck in kirkwall. she has a weird situationship with josephine and loghain (when he shows up). she punched solas. arguably shes one of my favorite ocs ever just for that last one. she fucking hates the chantry and everything it stands for and would rather disband the inquisition entirely rather than give it up to the chantry itself.

how about you? any wardens, hawkes, or inquisitors dear and near to you? :)

[larkscribbles]

How To Break The News

[AO3] Words: 1369

Relmyna Verenim has been distraught since the Greymarch, abandoned by her Lord. The sudden appearance of Sheograth’s champion “for a chat” days later is just a further irritation. The universe would be cruel to throw anything else unexpected at her.

Relmyna Verenim was startled by the knock at her door. Few in the Shivering Isles remembered to knock. Fewer still knew of her laboratory in the ruins of Xaselm. The knock was far too forceful to be her apprentice. The dunmer pursed her lips. The Greymarch had ended, surely her beloved Sheogorath would return soon. He would knock. The madwoman sucked in a lungful of stale air before opening the door.

Sheogorath’s champion.

Relmyna deflated.

There was something off about the sudden appearance that encouraged the mage to withhold her usual tone. There was, in her mind, little reason for this visit.

“What do you want?” There was a conscious effort to keep her voice neutral as opposed to irritated.

The armoured woman hovered in the doorway, expression concealed behind her helm.

“To talk.”

The inclination of the champion’s voice seemed to hint at something else; an expectation of different response. Upon their first and subsequent meetings Relmyna had quickly discovered the champion was never adept at hiding her motives or emotions. No, Avery was a very simple woman. A warrior (barely a spellsword) and nothing more.

“About?” Relmyna prodded, raising both eyebrows.

“May I come in?” The imperial’s tone lacked its usual rumble. A gauntlet was waved in the general direction of a chair. This, once again, surprised the sorceress. She had never seen this level of etiquette before. She half obliged out of surprise. This was rehearsed, surely. Avery took a seat, removed her helmet with a clank, then stared at Relmyna. Eyes narrowed. Lips pursed. One could practically hear the gears whirring in her head. Perhaps not so rehearsed. Her hostess watched, exasperation growing by the second. The women both opened their mouths to speak at the same time. The warrior finally took the initiative, swallowing thickly.

“I need to tell you something. Potentially…” she faltered, suddenly losing her focus quickly, brow furrowing. “… What is that?”

Relmyna humoured the question, fighting down the fury bubbling inside her. This entire endeavour felt childish, stupid, the champion had visited her laboratory before. She knew of its contents. What was the point of this? The woman could scarcely act, she was certainly feigning something. Her red eyes flicked to the skinned hound on her operating table, then up to her shelf of alchemical supplies, then-

The dunmer paused as her ears picked up the distinct noise of scrambling and a rustle of fur. She turned sharply on her heel. For a fleeting second her first impulse was to laugh, this was quickly overcome with white hot rage.

“Are you mocking me?!” The sorceress nearly screamed, teeth bared, red eyes boring holes into the champion.

“No, not at all.” Her voice had returned to its usual monotone, face showing little emotion. Avery sat in the seat exactly the same as before.

The only thing new was the beard.

The shoddily constructed fake beard was misaligned on her face from the rush of putting it on. The same sickly shade of purple as her hair. Darker in patches due to whatever crude adhesive it had been stuck together with. Apparently somehow it had been hidden within the depths of her armour. What was Relmyna to think of this? What was the point of such a ploy?

“Humour me.” Her voice dropped low, before bouncing up to a mock conversational tone. Frankly, given the woman’s usual behaviour, it was unsettling. “How do you like my beard?”

“Your fake beard?”

Avery rolled her eyes and waved a hand. “Ok, but functionally it’s a beard. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“Many things.”

“Any… laws?”

“Even attempting the growth of a beard is deemed unseemly by law,” The sorceress spat, knowing she was being directed towards some enigmatic point, but not what it was. She did not appreciate the feeling of being herded like a sheep. She narrowed her eyes, adding patronisingly “By unseemly I mean punishable by death.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that. But, regardless, that’s not a problem for me.” Her tone was practiced, dismissive, almost bored.

“How are you above the law?!”

“Sheogorath has a beard and it’s fine.”

This was the final straw. The outrage brings crackling magic to her fingertips. The instigator doesn’t flinch. This angers her more. She SHOULD. She should fear what my wrath can bring. The outburst comes as a torrent of words.

“You dare? You fetcher! You s’wit! You think you can just…! Mock our lord like this? Is this what it’s about?! Just because of an absence you- you- what do you want me to say?! Our Lord isn’t coming back? He won’t punish you because He abandoned us? He HAD a beard?!” Relmyna’s voice cracked with a rage. She felt wetness on her cheeks. By the Madgod she was crying. Damn it. “I won’t stand for this! You’ll pay for this! I’ll- I’ll-”

The Champion did not shrink into herself but seemed aware of the severity of the outburst, a flicker of sympathy crossed her face. Crying. Not good. Relmyna did not cry about much. Her lips pursed as she smoothed the beard. She let out a small sigh and then spoke once more, voice soft.

“Has a beard.”

Slowly, her hand raised.

“It’s not a real one…”

The champion simply pointed to herself.

The sorceress’ chest heaved, so taken aback she was at a loss for words. She blinked fervently, scanning her guest’s face through her veil of tears for… something. Anything. A hint that it was a cruel joke. But unfortunately for her, she knew Avery was too blunt to be this cruel and frankly too stupid to make a decent joke in the first place.

The warrior fiddled with the neckpiece of her cuirass, averting her eyes. There was silence save the scrape of gauntlet against the metal. After some struggle, she allowed the familiar ornate collar of purple finery poke over her armour. Her voice terse when she finally spoke, bitterness permeating every word. “You don’t defeat a Daedric Prince in combat as… just … no matter how hard you want to.”

Relmyna felt faint. This was hysterical. No it wasn’t- this was horrible- The room was closing in on her, she could feel it forcing the air from her lungs. The colour drained from her face. She dug the heels of her palms into her eyes, gulping wetly whilst trying to find words. But what? What could she say? What could she do?

“Have you always been Sheogorath?”

“No.”

“How? For how long?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know how this works.”

An uneasy blanket of silence settled.

“Some people could tell. I couldn’t tell- didn’t feel any different- the guards knew immediately. Haskill said you might not know and-” Avery itched the side of her face, removing the beard as there was no longer any need for it. “I’m not very good with- I was- Haskill advised against the… beard. But I didn’t know how else to- you wouldn’t have believed me if I’d just-“

She let the words hang in the air as she met Relmyna’s eyes, hoping for some glimmer of understanding. Everything spewing forth from her mouth was a mess, even with the enchanted doublet on which was supposed to help. Wordlessly, the dunmer plucked the beard from her hands and observed it, contemplative.

“This is disgusting. Your own hair-“ The sorceress scoffed as she tried to remove the clumps now adhered to her fingers.

“I didn’t have anything else to use. Not like Haskill had any to spare.”

A pause. The dark elf made a noise between laughing and crying, then steadied her breathing. “This was your idea? You really have gone mad.”

Avery shuffled in response, brow furrowed. Before she could open her mouth, Relmyna interjected. “Tell Haskill I liked the beard. That it was a masterful way of telling me. I don’t truly think that, I just want to spite him. I hate that old fool.” She smiled thinly, voice shaky.

Avery tutted, a ghost of a smirk on her face. “He’s only doing his job - giving me advice I won’t take.”

“That’s at least one constant of Sheogorath.”

The Daedric Prince’s expression faltered, settling on resignation. “I suppose it is.”

[idanwyn-et-al]

(XIV|21-9: Friable. Anne-Sophie Bale.)

Healing took time. She knew this, and did her best to keep her expectations reasonable. Once her mind was reliably lucid, she kept boredom at bay by reading, a lifelong comfort and compulsion. As her legs grew steadier and she began to put on weight, she took daily walks in the gardens, longer each day. Though she felt the urge, she didn’t attempt to call up so much as a thread of aether; she remembered the consequences of doing so as if her previous bout of long convalescence had happened just yesterday, instead of eighteen years past when she was a starry-eyed young knight eager to prove her worth against the dragons.

Summer’s brief, beloved presence made its swift descent into another post-Calamity Ishgardian autumn. Snow flurries eddied beyond the leaded glass of her childhood bedroom, each catching a ray of fleeting rose-gold light before whispering to the withering gardens below. Anne-Sophie spent entire bells watching the world outside her window, letting her thoughts drift with the birds, the snowflakes, the curl-edged leaves. She smiled to herself; she’d often dreamed of going as far as those free agents of nature did. She’d gone farther.

Swordmaster Janne, straight-backed and clear-eyed despite her eighty-odd summers, ran Anne-Sophie through simple sword forms with a training blade in the barracks. The Knight-Scholar panted, bled, wobbled, fell, cursed, cried. She never failed to get up; always under the careful scrutiny of Janne’s intent brown eyes, she stopped when her body told her to. There was always another day; another walk in the garden, another batch of elixirs and fortifying foods; another night of black, formless dreams. 

As autumn’s last golden flicker surrendered to the long northern winters, she finally opened the sprucewood chest, still smelling of sawdust, lacquer, and resin. Within lay her travelling armor, clean and mended; across it, wrapped in its holy shroud, was her magicked rapier. Fury’s Looking-Glass was its forgename, though she just called it Glass. It was an unusual creation; the original smith, long-since dead, had been inspired by the Red Mages of distant Gyr Abania to create something for those whose strength of body was less than their strength with aetheric manipulation. Decades of useless bickering with the Church had passed, an unknowable amount of lives with them, before the weapon was given orthodoxy. Anne-Sophie had been in the very first Irregular Arms Unit under Ser Ibaux, the lot of them so proud to carry their magicks. Anything to kill the dragons, back then, even the faint whispers of Gyr Abanian heresy. 

That war was over; and yet, her love and rapport with Glass remained true. Anne-Sophie allowed herself to unwrap the shroud around the hilt and grip, brushing her fingers along the dim crystal focus that was, for now, hooked into the pommel. Temptation sang at the corners of her mind, but she patiently pushed back; all in time, she told herself.

When winter came, she was ready to leave home. The whispers and sidelong glances had made their way to her sickbed in the form of “well-wishers”, and she felt too guilty to bring such shame to her family any longer. Her parents, her siblings, the servants and extended family of House Bale tried to reassure her that she’d done nothing wrong, that in a few generations her experience would be called a miracle, that she might achieve sainthood. That didn’t help the darksteel weight tethered to her heart; the only way to weigh that particular anchor would be to leave. She started wearing her travelling armor during training, and eventually her heavy plate. The dress armor...she couldn’t bear to look at it just yet. Burnished and mended, just like everything else, her manservants had proudly displayed it in her tower. Unable to reprimand them for what was truly an act of kindness, she thanked them profusely and then immediately covered it with heavy curtains. Different sorts of wounds, different healing times.

Finally, it was time to make amends with Glass. Anne-Sophie took the blade to the family chapel, unwrapping it and returning the shroud to the family priest in accordance with her family’s own take on Halone’s rites. There, before her parents and siblings, she had to prove she was still aetherically connected to the blade before she’d be declared fit to travel.

Anne-Sophie inhaled deeply, then, for the first time in nearly half a year, reached for her aether. Nothing. She felt friable again; that blankness was even worse than the pain of success would’ve been just a few moons past. 

Patience. She tried again, her mind open, her personal aether a faint, steady glow that sought its kin in the world around her. A quiet drip-drip-drip in her mind; in the distance, the feeling of a rainstorm descending on a desert.

She waited for that rainstorm, calling it. Her own aether encircled Glass; together, they were a magnet exerting its gentle, incessant pull on that metallic-smelling incoming flood. As it arrived, Anne-Sophie felt an equal mix of exultation and pain, recoiling back a step as Glass stood on its own dragonkiller-like tip, radiating and refining the raw flood of force.

“Together,” Anne-Sophie said aloud to the blade, and the two achieved aetheric equilibrium, resonating in harmony with one another and the very star around them. Glass wasn’t Amoracchius, but in some ways it was better; most notably, it was still at her side, while Amoracchius and her wielder were not.

[drawnecromancy]

14, 11, and 19?

14. Any favorite motifs

Threes. A lot of things come in threes in my work, at least at the beginning. Sometimes they get reworked into other things ? But hey. Generally it's motifs of Magic, Justice, and Murder. Examples : Mark, Ava, Val*. [REDACTED], [REDACTED], the Emperor. The Scarred, the Shade, the Doomed One. The Arcanist, the Knight, the Empress. I have... a lot of these lmao

I also know exactly where that came from : an old old TTRPG campaign where we were 3 players. we had an assassin (Grim), a spellsword (Luki, my character), and an asshole (Eldraz). He was some kind of modified paladin i don't remember he ended up becoming a demon. I think his character concept was nice but the thought of this guy now nauseates me bc of his player (my asshole ex) lmfao. there's a reason the archetype i got from him was murder actually, while the assassin, weirdly enough, is justice. She was good ok. But yeah this campaign happened during formative years and now i do a lot of things in threes. Even if the third one is often a murderous bitch.

Light/Dark also. Often with dark-types playing the good guys and light-types being evil. Sometimes they're both good ! Sometimes dark is classically evil. Like : Dawn/Dusk (evil/good), Kaldan/Nyhm (good/evil-ish), the Guardians of Aeteris/the Hunters (evil/good)...

*If someone who hasn't read all the spoilers i post sometimes about break of dawn i'd love for y'all to figure out why Ava is justice and Val is murder !

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

Shisheyu or Mister MV playing The Binding of Isaac

This playlist (no i do not only listen to it when working on break of dawn lol)

This playlist (i also do not only listen to it when working on eshda stuff)

Sometimes i just put everything that's in my computer on shuffle, so you get Hozier, Arch Enemy, Metallica, several video game OSTs, an assortment of music i stole from my friends' TTRPG playlists......... the list goes on !

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

Hm. Hmmmm. I don't draw a lot of inanimate objects ? I like... capes and swords, mostly, I think. Sometimes i do enjoy sketching a good rock.

[elfcow]

🍓 for ur three faves!

3 faves, ok!

VERA

(Commish by @artbyfuji)

My beloved, my icon, my leetle purple tiefling! She's a Witch who loves making friends with fairies and brewing potions and learning about the world and the nature of magic!

I have no idea what I'm doing with her class - I still haven't found a witchy subclass that satisfies me yet. Maybe the Hexbound kickstarter will have a good one, or if they don't or if I have to play a core class I'll be like an Alchemist Artificer for the potion aspect or I'll just okay a Chronurgy wizard because Chronurgy fucks. Who knows!

Vera is very near and dear to my heart and I hope I get to play her in a good campaign with friends some day 🥺

Lyra

My spellsword, my sword-dancer, my red-coated pirate menace!

I'm torn on how to build Lyra because high-level Ghostslayer Bloodhunters shred but it's so tempting to grab those Bladesinger & Battlemaster multiclasses to really show her skill with a blade. I know battlemaster isn't the best to only grab 3 of and I know Champion would be better for Ghostslayer but who knows!

RAITHE

(commish by MANTISPIRE on Twitter!)

My Hexblade/Paladin (Vengeance? Redemption? They'd only be grabbing 2-3 of those) Warlock of a spooky eldritch Lunar patron. I just really love the idea of Raithe finding this dying eldritch creature and pledging to help it for power, and eventually growing to actually believe in the cause, or have a little bit of both going on. And helping this eldritch being undergo an eldritch Phoenician rebirth is a very cool character arc methinks

Also this is the super unoptimized character built solely around dunking with eldritch smite + divine smite, so wish me luck in hunting those crits!

If I had more levels to play with I might join you in the dark side and grab 2 levels of fighter but for this 1-2 shot I'm about to be in I'm doing Hex 8/Pally 2 so we'll see how it goes!

[galaxymermaid214]

Jealousy and Understanding for Taylor and Felix?

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Taylor gets jealous pretty easily. She's somewhat insecure of herself, despite her big talk. So when someone like Nell, who shares Felix's passion for Tossball, or Minnie Ambrose, who is the total opposite of her, comes along and charms Felix (which isn't hard as Felix has a bit of an eye for the ladies...) she'll get quite pouty and pissy for a while. Lucky for Felix, it doesn't take much to get back into Taylor's good graces, just a little quality cuddle time and some extra reassurance that she's the only Boss for him is usually all it takes to be forgiven. As for Felix, he knows Taylor can do better than him, so he gets more depressed than jealous when someone shows interest in Taylor. Fortunately for him, most of the time Taylor's too dumb to realize when someone's flirting with her.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Despite being from completely different worlds, Taylor understands Felix very well. She sees a lot of her younger self in him, and his experiences with Graham and the Iconoclasts are very reminiscent of her own experiences with wanting to become a Spellsword (a fantasy knight/police organization from her homeworld) and her relationship with her mentor Captain Goldfire. But like Graham, Goldfire severely let her down and the Spellswords were not the virtuous heroes she thought they were. She understands Felix's disillusionment and disappointment better than anyone else on the crew, and helps him move forward from it. Felix has a tougher time understanding Taylor, but he tries his best. (As a side note, Captain Goldfire is the reason Taylor dislikes being called 'Captain.' She doesn't want to resemble him in any way, shape or form, and asks the crew early on to just call her Taylor, or 'Miss Starlight' in Max's case. She's totally OK with Felix calling her 'Boss,' though.)

[afni-fics]

Elder Scrolls DC brainstorming ideas: (St Alessia to Timothy Drake)

The (great?)granddaughter of St Alessia who came to Earth was named Sofiya

She was a princess of Cyrodiil but so far down the line of succession she had no hope of being a candidate for the throne of the First Alessian Dynasty

She was still Dragonborn, though, and actually studied with the Greybeards of Skyrim to learn more about the Thuum. She was not summoned by them, but sought them out herself

She traveled often with three close friends (reminiscent of the Core 4)

One was Ra's al Ghul (runaway spellsword assassin)...

There was also a male Nord warrior who was secretly half-elven and a female Bosmer bard/mage

Things happen and eventually these four friends agree to go to Earth permanently to seal the pathway between Nirn and Earth

For awhile it's ok... The four of them are polyamourous so together they live and raise their first and second generations of kin

Time passes... Everyone except Ra's dies... Their kin spread out into the world

Ra's lives because (unknown to the others) one of the Divines/Daedra showed him a prophecy that he had to live until the "first and final son of Sofiya" was born, and they gave him the spell/recipe to create the first Lazarus Pit. This turned into a curse for him

Sofiya's latent Dragonborn daughters go into the world but only one branch survives to the modern day

All of them had the latent ability to knows the true age of any object or living being, and to also be sensitive to time travelers/shenanigans because of their link to Akatosh, the God of Time

Timothy's grandmother was named Elena. She was a loving vibrant woman who was very much a free-spirited hippie in her younger years, much to her straight-laced only daughter Janet's chagrin

She also had some instinct/foresight that her only grandson was destined for something difficult, but special

She gifted Tim with his first camera and taught him all the old family lullabies/songs (lyrics partially in Dovahzul) that were tradition on her side that Janet couldn't be bothered to learn

She also cared for Tim while his parents were away until she passed when he was 8. It was only a year after her death that Tim started sneaking out to stalk Batman and Robin while his parents were out of the country

All the souls of Sofiya and her descendents are trapped as dragon ghosts on earth. Until the pathway is reopened to Nirn, they cannot find their final rest in Akatosh's realm of Oblivion since they are all dragon souls

They all are tasked with guarding the sealed portal to Nirn, preventing anyone from approaching it until the Last Dragonborn arrives

[valen-dreth]

HAT for calian

hat for calian......

H.) What animals can they not resist petting?

He likes cats and cat-like animals best (includes like, foxes, they’re cat enough for him to try).  He is a little paranoid abt accidentally petting an alfiq even though he has never met one (to his knowledge), so he’ll always ask permission first.  From.. the cat.

A.) What is their preferred class? (Battlemage, nightblade, spellsword, ect)

I do have a class mod for Skyrim, and I think I had him set as a monk?  It doesn’t give me any unarmed bonus in Skyrim of course but it would in the other games so I figured it’d fit

T.) What was the most difficult decision they've ever made?

Proooobably deciding to leave Cyrodiil?  He had yet another warrant out for his arrest and this time he might not even have done anything, and his criminal record (all minor misdemeanors, mind) kept him from getting any solid work in Cyrodiil.  He didn’t leave behind much, he was just living in the cellar of an inn, but he did leave his cat behind.  Misses her every day.  [She IS ok, she eats the rats in the basement and the innkeeper will take care of her in Calianonyaramenthire’s absence don’t worry]

[evil-is-relative]

hmm ok! what would your ocs stats be like if they were a dungeons and dragon character (ie charisma, intelligence, strength, etc) ?

Welp, doing this I realized I tend to put most of my characters’ points in Wisdom and Intelligence. In my defense here, most of these guys were trained from a young age to be spies, sooooo…¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It’s been a while since I made a D&D character, so I used this site to help out with this, and didn’t limit myself to dice rolls. I also saw a few variants on the Skyrim Spellsword class, but I didn’t feel like getting into them to decide what would go with whom.

Ysmir, Spellsword (little more spell than sword), Dragonborn (In purely the Skyrim sense)Strength: 13Dexterity: 22Constitution: 18 (this is partially due to being Dragonborn, without she’d be probably around 15)Intelligence: 16Wisdom: 15Charisma: 17 (again, partially due to being the LDB. Saving the world does improve one’s popularity. She also has a high speech stat.)

Shell, Spellsword/Rogue, maybe Scout?Strength: 14Dexterity: 23 (the woman has never not trained a day in her life, after all. I think Bosmer also get a bonus to aiming.)Constitution: 14Intelligence: 16Wisdom: 13Charisma: 13

Rommy, Spellsword/Rogue, Daedric PrinceStrength: N/A Daedric PrinceDexterity: 23, became Champion of the Arena because of Dodge ability. Probably Uncanny Dodge.Constitution: N/A Daedric PrinceIntelligence: 13, taking a big hit while crazyWisdom: 17, taking a REALLY big hit while crazyCharisma: 18, not actually taking too big of a hit while crazy, unless entrails get involved.

Tyr, Fighter/Knight, Dragonborn (in the Skyrim sense)Strength: 18Dexterity: 12Constitution: 16Intelligence: 13Wisdom: 16Charisma: 12

Fey, Spellsword (Bound Weapons), Not sure what the D&D equivalent of a Courtesan is…Beguiler maybe?)Strength: 11Dexterity: 22 (name literally means “Grace”)Constitution: 12Intelligence: 13Wisdom: 18Charisma: 24 (Courtesan, after all, she took a course in Small Talk.)

Talon, How do you class the 200 year old elf that spent all that time Learning?Strength: 15Dexterity: 18Constitution: 14Intelligence: 19Wisdom: 20Charisma: 10

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49 and 50 for the superlatives asks!

is or was your favorite to roleplay?

anthe. easily. she's such a fucking mess and she's so silly.

is or was your favorite to play in combat?

i... ok, i just, like a spellsword builds. ori and nobody are so fun to play, because they're just so fuckin versatile in combat. ori can attack twice (two sword + crimson rite + usually hex attacks or two eldritch blasts!) and still heal the party. it's fucking epic. once arsonparty comes back and ori takes her next druid level it's literally over because she will be able to teleport.

nob, meanwhile, i mean. you've seen me play her. the op bladesinger cantrip attack feature is so cool and i haven't even used that much! the insane AC! the free hex! also imo i have picked fun combat spells for her in general, like. everybody hypes up haste but haste. is insane. she'll never have, like. anthe's max hp output, but she's probably up there in terms of damage potential.

[akaviri-dovah]

ok but why does this actually fit for my two mage OC’s?

my Thalmor bih Altmer lady Aevalinwe, a pure mage, uses both lightning and fire magic, first part is a no brainer (again, seems to be typical among all Thalmor’s), as for the second part she seems to fall more into the latter? bullied since youth for her unusual appearance and constantly put down in the present... not to mention that she may keep a mask of tranquility (typical Altmer custom ig) she has some very strong emotions, both positive and negative, boiling beneath the surface.

in contrast, my Argonian Vigilant of Stendarr Veixumil is a battlemage/spellsword (technically spellmace?) with a preference for ice magic. indeed, he is a very reserved, quiet and shy person who has trouble making new friends, though it’s more owing to awkwardness than aloofness on his part. he also uses a lil bit of fire magic but that’s more for practical reasons, to help his cold-blooded ass survive the freezing temperatures of northern Skyrim and illuminate the dark of dungeons and caves.

I’ve been musing about Skyrim and how the elemental magics could correspond with the characters’ personalities.

For example:

Mages with lightning abilities tend to be the prickly types with a stick up their ass. (i.e. the Thalmor)

Mages with fire abilities could either be outgoing or have a lot of pent up rage.

Mages with ice abilities are more reserved and have trouble warming up to people.

[gendermesenpai-blog]

7:38am

welp

I’m actually doing pretty ok right now. I cut back on weed again. I’m not buying flower for a while. I’m probably going to work on getting some wax at some point but I’m doing ok right now. Uber has really been helping in terms of just having enough to eat a little bit everyday. I do wish I was eating more but c’est la vie. I just did some math and figured out how much money I will make before I leave for Europe. It’s just under $8000. Rent will be around $2000 in that time. Food expenses around $750. Wax could be as much as $1000 in that time. But at the end of the day I should be able to put away around $4000 if I am very dilligent about my spending. Obviously this doesn’t take into account various messwork related expenses which are difficult to predict - I could say that one gatorskin per month would leave me with about $300 less. But that’s not really worth considering since it will probably be much more than that, because tires are not the only expense in messwork. I am still planning on buying some more bike parts and that might run me up to $300 just on seatpost, stem and bars. Maybe a new fork since this Bontrager carbon fork is making me a little nervous lately from flexing. I do put a lot of hurt on my bike. It’s within reason that a cheap carbon fork (retail around $100) might weaken and snap from the constant daily pressure I’ve been putting on it. It was super stiff when I got it though since whoever rode this bike before me was probably just commuting ~1mi. And here I am putting in average of 30mi/day on it. It’s also all scratched up, might be worth upgrading just for the steez.

I’m feeling pretty good about my transition despite the fact I am 5 months in and still not as femme as I would like. It’s slow going, but progress is certainly being made. Thinking back on when my lil titty bumps started coming in and how it suddenly felt like there was this golfball sized lump in there. And now it’s advanced to, like.... half a apple? Like a small apple cut in half. So surreal! My face still looks kinda the same in the mirror, like it’s just kinda stuck in this halfway zone between masc and femme. My waist is tightening, I’m starting to get more of the buckled hourglass shape around my abdomen. And I sense some growth in my butt. Not sure how much. Difficult to measure that since I can’t easily see it and also because I’m not really measuring anything in this whole process. Emotionally I actually feel better on average since I’ve started cutting down on weed. I was so worried that if I sobered up I would start regretting stuff but no actually I just feel normal and good. When I looked in the mirror this morning I was like ooooh Hi. lol. I’m making enough progress that I think I can feel proud now of how far I’ve come.

Haven’t really been making much music. Just a couple beats here and there, a few bars if I think of something I like. This is something I think the weed was helping with for sure - I wrote literally every song on the LTC EP while I was high out of my mind, and drunk too in some cases. I am still so embarassed about the show I did. That kinda put the brakes on my creative output because I am too self conscious about it now. But I sense that it’s fading and I will probably end up back where I was at some point once I get over the hump from that setback.

When the muscle loss initially started I felt like the muscles were the same size, they just didn’t work the same anymore, didn’t recover as quickly etc. Now, the muscles are visibly and noticeably smaller. I had a pair of men’s pants that I bought when I went out to dinner with my brother in January, just before I started hormones. I remember those jeans being so tight on my quads that it was actually uncomfortable to wear them at all, let alone ride my bike in them with my muscles actually flexing. The other day I wore them out for a couple Uber runs and I noticed how loose they were on my quads. So weird because in the 5 months since I started hormones, I have only increased my output. I went from only working 3-4 days a week for Epic, some days doing as little as 15 miles, laying around being a poop the rest of the time, to now doing on average a minimum of 25-30 miles a day, everyday, including weekends, and sometimes as much as 40-50. So while my muscles appear to be shrinking and becoming weaker, I am actually somehow, paradoxically, becoming stronger. Yesterday my Strava said I got PRs on two segments that are actually kinda tough, one is a long section of flats downtown where the wind is almost always murder. It was brutal yesterday, and I remember crawling along, huffing and puffing and feeling sorry for myself about how weak I am now or whatever, and when I exited the section I remember being like, jesus, how is nobody noticing how slow I am these days? I can’t even ride with the other messengers anymore, blah blah. And then I check my Strava and it’s like, oh, no, actually you got a PR there. That was the fastest you’ve ever done that segment, by a good few seconds too. So, it’s like, I am still fast as shit, actually faster than before, but somehow it just feels like I’m not. It feels like I have to work super hard to get anywhere, and I’m always heaving and panting every time I arrive to my destination. But I get there fast as fuck and that’s what really matters as a messenger. So I guess I don’t have much to worry about there. My spiro dose went up to 100mg/day this month from 50 and there was initially what felt like a big drop off in terms of muscle function. But it’s really all good. I just worry too much I guess. But things are going well! It feels like I’m approaching the halfway mark in my transformation into an anime girl. Probably not really the case, it’s been slow going all along so I should expect the halfway point to be 1 year, and complete-ish around 2 years. But instead I’m like, nooo, I’ll be transformed by 1 year, the journey will be over! Unrealistic. But exciting.

I don’t even know what else to say about it. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’m more functional than I’ve ever been. I have actual plans and goals. I’m living in a really nice house. I have a decent enough job. It’s just so weird when I actively think about how all this is working out. Considering 2-3 years ago I had no fucking idea I was trans. I was just barely working out that there was something going on with my gender shit but I had no idea I was fully gril. And now I’m like, um, excuse me sweetie *sashay away*

The other night I talked to C on Skype and at one point I kind of randomly started using my voice and talking about how I should practice more and it sounds bad because I don’t practice. And I was like halfway through the second sentence when she realized what I was doing and her eyes went all wide and she squealed. And her being excited made me excited haha and now I want to practice it more. It’s tough though, it’s a tough thing. I want to work on it but it can feel a bit silly at times, like I’m performing somehow. It will take some time to get away from that feeling so that I can appreciate the truth which is that the boy voice was the real performance all along. My natural speaking voice is, and it’s hard to admit this I guess, but it has what some people would refer to as a gay affectation to it. And I’ve always just sort of hidden it away. No one has ever really heard me speak naturally. I have always been acting. Since I begun my transition, I’ve been letting more of it out in daily speech. Little bit of vocal fry here and there, little bit of valley girl twang. No one seems to really notice or care. 

It rained all week last week and I felt like shit for days. Today it’s supposed to rain again and I’m like ugh. Enough with the sky water please. But in any case I feel pretty good. Oh, I’ve started up a new character on Skyrim! Trying out Skyrim Special Edition. They ported the game to 64 bit so it runs way better now than the original PC version did. I waited like a whole year since this new version came out so that the modders could move everything over. It’s pretty fun actually. So often I find myself unable to enjoy a game because it feels pointless. But in this case I am kind of just using it as a distraction from my other addiction issues. And it’s working well. I’ve been watching all these lore videos on youtube and it’s got me excited about TES universe and finding various secrets and things that I never knew about before. I’ve probably put like a thousand hours or more into Skyrim over the years and there is somehow still stuff in the game that I haven’t seen. Literally within like an hour of starting the new game I discovered a dungeon I had never seen before with a unique item reward I didn’t even know existed. My character is a femme Breton mage who I named Simone after Simone de Beauvoir. Mostly pure mage but some archery and stealth as well. Usually when I roll mages I end up spec’ing Battlemage or Spellsword but this time I want to try to do full mage with no armor or hand to hand weapons at all. In all this time I’ve spent in Skyrim I never bothered to have my mage characters learn armor spells or wards. There is a new mod that adds a bunch of new lore-friendly spells including proximity runes that you can set as traps, I haven’t even tried them yet and I’m already excited about how that will change my play style. I’ve been playing from the time I get home til around midnight for the last 2 nights. Helps keep my mind off drinking and smoking and keeps me away from the roommates so I don’t do or say anything stupid that could affect their perception of me. Cus that’s a whole thing I have to worry about yayyy. The other night I was drinking with N and somehow she got me like confessing about how I smoke so much because of my social anxiety and shit and she was like “really???? oh that’s so interesting” smh and I think she really meant that, what a weirdo. I almost came out to her right there haha. Like, oh you think that’s something? Wait til you hear what I’ve done to my endocrine system...

Ok gotta shave and stuff and get ready to go. *sashayyyyy away*

EDIT: Oh shit, bossman just texted me and said to stay home! FUCK YES SKYRIM ALL DAY OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG