#temple of kynareth

[oblivions-dawn]

𝔸 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕞 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕦𝕟

a Skyrim journey, 70/?

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Skyrim Incorrect Quotes

Dragonborn: An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Acolyte Jenssen: *exists*

Dragonborn… but if the doctor is cute, ditch the fruit.

[puddingface1902]

Hey everyone! Episode 5 of my Daggerfall playthrough is here. Check it out!

[kaz-uie]

Kynareth’s strongest soldier

He keeps a knife not to use but because it makes his punches ridiculously fast

[argisthebulwark]

Farkas waking up after days of slowly being healed at the Temple of Kynareth. Big brown eyes blinking as his vision slowly comes back after days of treatment. Knowing how busy the healers are you've fully taken on the task of changing Farkas' bandages and cleaning his wounds, only bothering them when absolutely necessary.

"Oh, fuck." His speech slurs into a chuckle when he falls back against the pile of fluffy pillows. You're a bit shocked - warm fingers tickle where you've laid a hand over his chest to monitor his heart.

"Farkas? What's wrong?" Anxiously, you reach up to feel his forehead - no temperature despite the deep pink of his cheeks. "Where does it hurt?"

"Gods, you're gorgeous." His head lolls toward you, bleary eyes fighting to focus in on yours. It's shocking that even after years of marriage he still sends butterflies in your gut.

"Careful, now - my husband wouldn't appreciate that." You can't help but snicker at the frustrated divot between his brows. The flirtatious smile disappears when Farkas hauls himself onto his elbows to lean closer to you.

"Who's your husband? Can he fight?" Farkas practically whines, still so gentle when he cradles your hand.

"Oh yes." It's impossible to suppress your giggle - it will be too fun to tease him about this once his senses return. "He's a skilled warrior. Handsome, too."

"Of course he's handsome." Even his annoyed little grumble is adorable. Bewildered eyes meet yours when you cup his face, stubble tickling at your palm. Farkas settles back into his cot, clearly still under the influence of a litany of healing potions and salves. Luckily in a few hours when he regains his senses you'll have a fun story to share.

[umbracirrus]

Snippet Sunday!

So, @hircines-hunter tagged me in a snippet sunday post before, and yeah, I think I can do that :3 Done quite a bit of writing over the past few days for anyone but Elyse who is who I'm wanting to write for right now😭

Here's a bit of chapter 3, possibly chapter 4 of Tempest!

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Brynjolf, I'm alive. Somehow. A dragon attacked Helgen when I was scoping the town out… I would have been done for if not for a soldier seeing me alive in the rubble, apparently. I'm not in the best way at the moment. Burns and broken bones. Currently in the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun, the priestess here has been tending to my injuries. I don't think I'll be in a state suitable for travel for a while. I'll be staying in Whiterun for the foreseeable future. I am sorry to ask this of you, but could you send me the belongings which I had intended to collect from Riften? I desperately need clothes. My own clothes specifically. I appreciate that I've been given some spare clothes from the temple to wear… but they smell terrible. And don't fit. Don't forget the armour either… you know the one. I've got the blade with me still, thankfully. Take care of yourself and the guild. You'll do great as the boss, Bryn. T.

Thorne had felt almost hesitant handing that letter over to the courier alongside a small bag of coin which Danica had kindly given to her after she had mentioned wanting to send a letter to her family. The priestess didn't need to know that the 'family' which she was talking about was the Thieves Guild. And thanks to her decision to distance herself from them… well, they weren't really her family now anyway.

All that she could do now was wait for a response, ideally with her belongings accompanying it, and hang around Whiterun. Danica had told her not to venture too far from the temple, just in case her injuries were to flare up any, so she had settled on sitting on a bench under the tree just outside the temple, picking flowers from around the bench and fiddling with their petals. It did, admittedly, frustrate her that she could hear a preacher of Talos crying out from nearby, but she did her best to try and ignore it by instead focussing on the sound of flowing water.

After a short while of hanging around there, she suddenly snapped to attention when she heard her name being called out, and frantically glanced around until she noticed Farkas descending the stairs leading to Jorrvaskr in the company of another man… who didn't half look similar to him. A brother or something?

"Thorne! It's good to see that you're out of the temple," Farkas grinned as he made his way over to her, grabbing the wrist of the other man in the process. "How are you doing? Injuries any better?"

"I… I'm okay, yes. Still some problems and pain, but… I'm getting better," she responded, noticing how the man in his company was now giving her a scowl. He really didn't seem friendly in the slightest. "Who is…?"

"Oh! This is my twin, Vilkas," he stated, giving Vilkas a playful nudge with his elbow. "Don't mind him. He isn't too friendly with anyone until you get to know him."

Vilkas made a quiet grunt noise as he shook his head. "We've got a job to do, Ice Brain. Come on."

Farkas frowned, then let out a sigh as Vilkas started walking away without another word. "Sorry about him. We'll chat again when I'm back, yeah?" He began to walk away, trying to keep pace with his brother. "And do consider what I mentioned the other day about joining us when you're feeling better!"

[skyrim-forever]

Day 5: Gentle

A/N: Hey everyone! This entry will include pregnancy, totally understand if that's not your thing and you want to skip. But if you're interested Theodora goes to see Danica Pure-Spring due to what she thinks to be her years of fighting catching up to her. This one kind of got away from me and it's 1600 words XD Tagging @tes-summer-fest

The journey to Morrowind had proven to be more difficult than she anticipated. On paper it seemed straightforward, get to Windhelm and take the Northern Maiden. Whiterun had only been meant to be a quick stop on the way there, however as she got closer to the city her health began to fail. First was general exhaustion, even riding on horseback was tiring and then she lost her appetite. The mere smell of food was enough to make her vomit. Perhaps the battle with Alduin had left her more damaged than she initially thought, or if it was the years of fighting that had finally caught up to her. Theodora knew that she’d never make it to Solstheim in this state, let alone face whatever was waiting for her there. 

Praise be to Kynareth for having a temple in the city. She regretted not seeing Danica sooner. 

“Hello Dragonborn, what brings you to the Temple today?”

“Hi Danica, I’m not feeling well. I was wondering if I have some old injuries that are causing problems.” 

“I see.” The Priestess gestures for her to follow her, leading her to a bench tucked away from the main hall. “Can you please describe what you have been experiencing ?” Theodora takes a breath, the exhaustion is beginning to hit. 

“Well, I find I’m getting tired much easier, I can’t do the same amount of travel as I could even a few weeks ago. And Divines, even the smell of food makes me nauseous.  I’m wondering if I have an internal injury, I haven’t gotten proper medical treatment for quite some time now so I wouldn’t be surprised if something is much more damaged than I originally thought..” She lightly laughs “I’m not great at recovery.”  Danica nods along as she speaks. 

“Have you noticed any changes in your body? Perhaps needing to relieve yourself more often?”

“Yes! I’m up every two hours at night. I had forgotten about that, just thought I was just starting to get older.” 

“Hmmmm. When was your last bleed?” 

“My, um” Theodora stops mid-sentence, surely Danica wasn’t implying that she was…? Anxiety starts building inside of her. Relax, she is just trying to cover everything. “I don’t remember. I figured it was all the stress keeping it away.”

“I see.” The two women sit in silence for a moment, tears begin to well up in her eyes as the gravity of the situation sets in. Pregnant the word repeats over and over in her mind.  

“It is okay Theodora.” The Priestess holds her hands in hers. “There are treatments available if you need them.”

“Thank you, could I have a little time to myself. I need to think before I decide anything.”

“Of course, I’ll be over there when you need me.”

The tears came out in full force, snot coming from her nose, and loud sobs. Why wasn’t I more careful? You stupid bitch how could you let this happen? She wasn’t fit to be a mother, what did she even know about mothers? There was the threat of Solstheim to deal with, how could she do that with a child? While pregnant? Then came the thoughts of what if the baby looks more like Ondolemar than me?What kind of place is this for a half Imperial half Altmer child? She lays her head back against the paneling of the Temple, eyes shut in an attempt to stop crying. 

The thoughts then begin to morph, perhaps it is not all bad. She may never see Ondolemar again, but she could still have a small piece of him. He wasn’t really gone now, there’d be proof of their time together. And maybe that was enough. She had been praying to Akatosh for something, anything to help her keep going. Maybe the Divines were not so cruel after all. She could do with her child what she wished her mother had gotten to do with her. She’d tell them they were born of love, that they could do anything, they’d be the Dragonborn’s child. And no matter what, that fact would give them protection. She had more than enough money and Theodora had been looking for what to do with the rest of her life. Being Thane in nearly every hold had proven not to be as glamorous as it originally sounded. She is torn. 

Returning to the main temple hall, she speaks to Danica.

“I’m going to need a few days to think about it.”

“Absolutely, think it through. Whatever you decide, the choice is fully yours.”

“Thank you, Danica, truly thank you.”

She spends the night at the Bannered Mare staring at the ceiling and thinking through every possible scenario. She could go into hiding, maybe even move back to Cyrodiil or as far as the coast of High Rock. raise the child somewhere no one knew her, maybe in a large city so seeing a mixed child wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. But could she leave the friends she did have here? She was sure Camilla would understand, she was the only one who knew about her relationship with Ondolemar. Wanting kids herself, Theodora couldn’t imagine her thinking less of her. All her thoughts seemed to involve how to have the baby, not if she should. Maybe that was a sign enough. Eventually her eyes grow heavy and sleep overtakes her. 

Dreams were normal for Theodora, mainly nightmares, but dreaming has become a place of old memories. In her dreams her father and Uncle Elo still breathe. Aunt Rhiannon still smiles. They were all still at the house in Anvil, and sometimes even the city itself was thriving, flourishing as it was when her father was young. This was one such dream. She is in the kitchen when she hears a baby’s crying coming from upstairs. Instinctively, she follows it. Through the house’s winding hallways she grows closer to the source of the sound, now hearing a woman’s voice.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay, shhhhhh.” It’s coming from the storage room, the one that had been beside her room. The door is partially cracked open, a sliver of sunlight shines on the dark hardwood. When she opens the door fully, a woman is there. She looks like her paintings, long curly dark hair, warm skin, wearing a long white dress and brown belts. Everything is the same save for the grey streaks in her hair that she never got to grow in life. Before Theodora can stop it, a word she’s never uttered leaves her mouth. 

“Mom?” Kassandra turns to her, clutching a small golden bundle in her arms.

“Sweetheart, I’m just trying to calm him down, he woke up from his nap early.” She rocks the baby softly. “I think he wants his mama.” Theodora’s arms open naturally and her mother places the baby, him, in her arms. 

“Here, support his head like this. Be gentle.” She takes her hand and adjusts it behind his head. “Good, good, you got it.” She can see him better now, his small pointy ears and brown eyes. She takes a brief glance up, brown like her mother’s eyes. “Oh isn’t he sweet? You’re so lucky.”

“I am.” She rocks him slowly. “But mom I’m scared.” Tears start coming out of her and her mother wraps her arms around her. 

“I know dear, I know. But you’ll be okay. You can do this, you have done so many hard things.”

“But what if…” Kassandra stops her mid-sentence. 

“Don’t worry about what ifs, you can’t predict what will happen. What do you want?” Amidst the tears Theodora looks down, back at her son. His crying has ceased and he smiles at her. 

“I want him.”

A crash of thunder jolts her awake, as her hands touch her face she feels tears, she had actually been crying. It was not just a dream. Never before had she dreamt of her mother, let alone talked to her. As more tears come, this time of joy, she feels healed. The little girl in her who never got to cry to her mom finally got her mother’s advice. Though she did not know through which mechanisms had made it possible, she knew that was in fact her mother she spoke to. And if her mother believed in, she could. 

Seemingly having forgotten what time it was, Theodora rushed to the Temple. With a swift knock on the door, Danica answers. 

“I’m keeping it.”

“Congratulations.” Danica rubbed her face and smiled at her. “You’ll have to be gentle with yourself these next few months. Based on your symptoms I suspect you’re around 6 weeks.” She takes a piece of parchment and writes something down before handing it to Theodora. 

“You’ll want to start taking these herbs, they will help you with tolerating food. Once you’re six months along take these ones.” She points to a small list of plants, some of which Theodora had never heard of. “They’ll help prepare you for birth.”

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome. Oh, and no more drinking. Not until you’ve finished breastfeeding.” Oh that’s right she thought, pregnant women famously can’t drink. She hadn’t been sober for longer than a few days since she was a teen, this was going to be a challenge. 

“Alright, I understand.”

There is life back in her, both figuratively and literally. Deciding to still go to Morrowind, she figures it would be best to be pregnant away from prying eyes. She has a few  months still to make progress on the Miraak issue. Perhaps it was naive to think she could still adventure pregnant but Theodora already felt stronger. She has someone to be strong for.  

[wispstalk]

wip wsaturday

thanks to @throughtrialbyfire for the tag <3 tagging back: @sylvienerevarine @jiubilant @ehlnofay @larkscribbles and whoever else feels like showing some stuff.

excerpt from tamriel's shittiest backpacking trip. i need to finish this fucking thing. text below the cut

“An auspicious place for a rest,” the priest says. To Tanis’s questioning look, he answers, “It’s a wayshrine. Mara’s, to be exact.”

He notices, then, the scattering of coins and wilted flowers on the plinth. A circle of columns open to the sky; these Imperials like airy spaces and vaulted ceilings to house their big, aloof gods. Even if Tanis holds no fondness for the ancestors he prefers the way of things back home. The incense-choked temples, the urns, the dark stairwells, the great clacking strings of knucklebones. Dim, stifling, and close. If there is anything holy it makes its home in tight spaces. It rattles beyond thousands of tiny secret doors and seeps through the cracks and gets into your lungs and leaves behind gritty smudges of ash.

Since when does he think about this kind of shit? Spending time around a priest is addling his brains.

“Ah, it’s got a spring and everything!” The girl points from her vantage, and sure enough, there is a glint of fast-flowing water trickling on the slope behind. “Are they all this nice?”

“I never made the pilgrimage myself,” the priest answers, “but Mara is the keeper of the hearth. She means for travelers to linger.”

He is tempted to press on and find another campsite, just to be perverse. Instead he says, “Tell Mara to bring the sun out.”

“Kynareth’s domain, I’m afraid, but I’ll see if the Mother will pass a message along.”

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

NYEHEHE! HELLO. IT IS I. For the firsts ask: 8, 23, G, T, 🥹 and 💀!!!!

HELLO SENU BELOVED!!! WELCOME AND THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS!!! 🥰

☀️ask game!☀️

8. First time they took a risk, or the biggest risk they've ever taken

The very very first time Jia took a risk was when she went to kill the Glenmoril Witches in order to cleanse Kodlak’s spirit in the afterlife. She was grief-stricken and out of her mind back then, honestly. Seeing her adoptive father killed cost a portion of her sanity quite a lot: she just took her bow and daggers and went straight to their coven. She. literally wiped those witches out. I think it was the first moment when she went completely feral, maybe her Dragonborn powers unconsciously manifested too? This question put me in Thoughts…👀

23. First display of their powers or abilities

Jia had… an interesting childhood. Her Dragonborn power did not fully manifest until she absorbed her first dragon soul at the age of twenty, but glimpses of it were certainly there all along. First of all, Jia had visions when she was a child—visions where she was falling into a trancelike state and murmured the prophecy of Alduin’s return, among other things… She was often aloof and spoke in riddles. The Companions had frequently taken her to the Temple of Kynareth for it, and the Priestesses explained that Jia was certainly marked by the Gods, though they couldn’t really tap into what kind of power resided in her. Sometimes, when she was angry and shouted, the air around her whistled or got eerily hot. She ran while spreading her hands as if wanting to take flight and she literally used Whirlwind Sprint without knowing it... A Creepy Little Kid...

G. First time seeing the other one sick/injured

When they got out of Apocrypha, Jia was… she was Badly Injured, to say the least. Miraak was the first to rouse, so that was the first time he saw her in this state. He was equally exhausted and almost devoid of mana, but he utilized every bit of his magic to heal her while she lay unconscious. I think it stirred something in him, her broken view—something that maybe had to do with him bringing her back to life Miraculously when she was still a newborn babe, though he couldn’t consciously remember this at that point…👀

As for Jia, I’d say she hasn’t seen Miraak in A Terrible State (yet. . .), but she nurtured him when he completely emptied his magicka pool to heal Gregor. He was in Bad Shape admittedly, ready to pass out, his nose bleeding, his head spinning, so Jia held him through it, cooked for him, brushed and braided his hair… I can’t wait to write more scenes like these though… >:)

T. First time dancing together

answered here!

🥹 - First time describing strong emotions, and how you've improved since then

This is the part where I Laugh, because. [Screams]. I have improved A Lot. A Lot. I’m not even trying to self-praise, the first time I wrote my fic I described zero (0) emotions. And it’s so weird because I’m a person who loves reading what’s going on in a character’s head, always have been… Anyway, I think the first time I described strong emotions and I was satisfied with it was in chapter 15, Mea maxima culpa. It’s the chapter where Jia opens up to Miraak about her trauma. Still, I think I have improved even more since that chapter, even if I’m happy with how it turned out…

💀 - First time writing character death, and how you felt about it

I HAVEN’T WRITTEN A MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. YET. BUT. [RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER LIKE A FLY]. I think I’ll greatly enjoy it. 😼 Pain. <3

[tiredela]

Do you have any ocxoc relationship pairings?

omg hii anon!

i actually have multiple ocxoc ships, but this pairing featuring my Dragonborn and my ex (?) Thalmor mage is by far my most developed ->

They meet in Whiterun, specifically the Temple of Kynareth, right after Tilavyne finds out she's the Last Dragonborn, and the two of them hit it off pretty well! Aurelion accompanies her on her adventures through Skyrim, and eventually, feelings start developping and they enter a relationship! All is well... at least for now :)

They're basically two very broken people who try to build each other up and heal the wounds of their pasts, but this isn't always easy. They're trying their best, though.

[moodcrab]

Fixing Skyrim's Main Quest

Part One, Setting

Obviously it's set in Skyrim, but let's tweak it a bit.

Time

First of all, if there's one thing we can all agree on from Skyrim and Fallout 4 it's that Bethesda doesn't know how long 200 years is.

It's a very long time.

For reference, two hundred years back from the time of writing this Mad King George was king of England, it wasn't even the Victorian Era yet. The American Civil War was decades away from starting. The entire industrial AND technological revolutions as well as BOTH World Wars and the collapse of the British AND Ottoman Empires happened in that time, with plenty of room to spare.

It's a VERY long time!

Placing a two hundred year gap between Oblivion and Skyrim was a bad decision considering how very little actually happened. Tamriel should be drastically different, like they should have cars by now.

The major events that did happen, the Rise of the Medes, the Rise of the Thalmor, The Red Year, The Infernal City, The Void Nights, The Great War and White Gold Concordat could easily happen within one lifetime, so we're going to say the events of Skyrim take place in 4E64.

From a writing point of view, this small change makes it a lot easier to keep track of things that were a bit of a mess in vanilla, like the life of Ulfric, or the backstory of Gaius, Karliah and Mercer, which were all over the place if you were actually paying attention. It also means you can talk to people who actually remember these things happening, who were children during the Oblivion Crisis. You could even change Esbern's name to one of the younger Blades members you meet in Oblivion seeing as Esbern has the role of lore depository.

Religion and Culture

The next setting change is to remember this is Skyrim, not Cyrodiil. The Nords don't worship the Nine/Eight. In fact, the only reason the Nine/Eight exists as a pantheon at all because of the Nords stubbornness around the worship of foreign gods.

The Temple of Kynareth is now The Temple of Kyn, and Gildergleam Sanctuary is the home of Kyn's Holy Order. The College of Winterhold is no longer Hogwarts but the Chantry of Jhunal (a 'college' is a place of study, research and academia, not just a school). You might meet The Vigilant of Stuhn on the road, who don't live in a hut but a temple. Instead of a priest of Arkay in the Halls of the Dead we have priests of Orkey. Tsun, a god we actually meet in vanilla but has no shrines or altars, will replace Zenithar. And, most interesting to our story, a cult of both Alduin and Herma Mora - our two villains - gods to be placated rather than worshipped.

This said, the Imperial Cult will definitely have a strong presence in Skyrim and Talos, being an Ysmir, is particularly venerated (as is Ysgramor and Wulfharth). Yes, over the centuries the Imperial Cult and will obviously have spread into Skyrim, we can lean into this with the Civil War, putting a much bigger emphasis on the more "Imperialised" Holds siding with the Empire and the old school Atmoran Holds siding with the Stormcloaks. It never made much sense to me that the "true Nords" were more upset than the Imperials over the whole Talos situation, this change makes it so that while both sides are pissed off, one reacts with frustrating diplomacy and patience while the over reacts with stubborn honour and impulse, a more cultural divide rather than a pro/anti Talos one.

The Imperial position would be to play along with the Thalmor in the open, but to secretly fund and organise cults to other men-turned-gods and Imperial/Nordic hero gods such as Pelinal, Wulfharth, Ysgramor, Reman, Alessia and Martin, as well as the concept of Ysmir (which would actually include Tiber Septim and The Last Dragonborn). They would not openly support nor allow any arrests or persecutions of these cults by Justiciars. The Stormcloak position will remain "Fuck that bitch this is Skyrim."

Geography

This might sound crazy, but Skyrim was too hot.

No I'm kidding, I'm not so in love with the lore that I think a game of endless snow would be anything but boring. But there are some things that were cut out of the land that left Skyrim wanting. For instance there are hardly any settlements. Amber Guard, Granitehall, Nimalten City, Reich Corigate, Lainalten, Oakwood, Pargran Village, Laintar Dale, Dunpar Wall, Dragon Wood, and North Keep are all Skyrim cities that are missing from the game. Like not even abandoned ruins, they're just not there.

I totally understand there are size limitations but this is meant to be a country. It has five town sized cities and three village sized cities. And some villages. And they mostly look like Riverwood. Seriously, what exactly is the difference between Karthwasten, Falkreath, Shor's Stone, Winterhold and Riverwood, all towns from different Holds? It's like if shopping malls were made of wood.

The other thing about the vanilla settlements I didn't like was Bethesda seems to be stuck in Fallout style post apocalyptic design. Solitude has been there for thousands of years but no one has ever thought to shift these boulders from out of the middle of the street? There are ruins in better shape than Windhelm and Markarth? You can sum it up with Whiterun's Western Watchtower, which looks exactly the same after a dragon destroys it. Surely the ravages of civil war and the dragon crisis would have a bigger impact if things weren't already destroyed.

In fact, let's address the Imperial Fort situation. At the start of the game only 3 forts were occupied by actual soldiers, two of which were destroyed in the early game (Helgan and the Western Watchtower). Literally ALL other forts are in ruins and occupied by bandits or other undesirables. Consider that Skyrim is a country that recently took part in the Great War, but is currently dealing with a Civil War. Forts are not easy to build, and are insanely useful for medieval warfare. It truly beggars belief that practically none of them are maintained and fortified until the Player Character decides to get involved. To strain credulity further, many of the war camps you encounter in the wilds are literally in the shadows of major fortifications that have been left to rot. There is even a side quest to reclaim a Nord's fort from bandits, which is also a ruin. Is the implication that the man lives in a ruin? Or is it that in the short time the bandits have been there they've done a century or two of damage? Why would they do that?

Skyrim has a lot of dungeons, and a lot of quests that are basically "clear dungeon", we can't sacrifice some of this boring content for some more towns or forts, with characters, and things to do?

[aureli-us]

WAIT I have another. Miraak is the kinda person to use those toddler leashes if the LDB has any kids

HONESTLY. i want to say yes but also no but also....like YEAH😭

for me, my army of OCs largely never have (biological) kids because i personally don't want kids and tbqh i don't.....REALLY like them a lot? tho some OCs adopt or gain found-family children (i.e. my inquisitor & sebastian vael, who adopt meghan vael when she reappears in the city after seb takes the throne).

miraak & tharya never have kids of their own (there's lore), but miraak really loves kids. so i remedied this by making tharya's family have a ton of kids; you have sofie, who they unofficially adopt, and then tharya's brother adopts her, and then tharya's OTHER brother and his wife have 3 kids (there's a very tender scene of him getting their youngest cozied up for a midday nap in my upcoming fic). miraak also occasionally teaches local whiterun kids at the temple of kynareth. he enjoys letting them climb all over him and is happy that his presence makes them feel safe, and gladly holds them or holds their hand when they want, and is VERY protective of them when he has them. BUT i cant help but think some days he would wish to live in a world w the backpack leashes when they're all especially rowdy🗿 but this is all just me teehee i wanna hear other miraak crowd's thoughts 👀👀👀

[felixcloud6288]

New Skyrim Challenge Run Idea

Name: Help Maurice Jondrelle fulfill his destiny as the Dragonborn.

Maurice Jondrelle is a traveling Breton and worshipper of Kynareth. One day, he made a pilgrimage to the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun to observe the Gildergreen, only to discover it had been destroyed by a lightning strike. Fortunately, a traveling warrior came by who was headed toward Eldergleam Sanctuary and Maurice asked to accompany them there.

Along the way, they are attacked by a dragon. When the dragon dies, Maurice absorbs its soul and realizes he is the Dragonborn. He then puts his pilgrimage on hold, takes the warrior as his sidekick, and travels Skyrim to fulfill his destiny to save the world from Alduin and the return of the dragons.

In truth, Maurice is just a regular civilian with no combat skill. He is not the Dragonborn and neither he nor the people of Skyrim realize this. However, the misunderstanding has reached the point that revealing the truth or letting Maurice die will drive all of Skyrim to despair, so you must keep him alive at all costs.

Requirements:

As soon as you escape Helgen, head to Whiterun and begin the quest "The Blessings of Nature". Complete the quest up to the point that Maurice Jondrelle asks to accompany you to the Eldergleam Sanctuary. Let Maurice join your party and play the main campaign with him in your party.

Maurice is not allowed to die. If he dies, the run fails.

You cannot complete or begin any quests aside from "Unbound" prior to recruiting Maurice.

You cannot explore Skyrim for any useful items, landmarks, etc prior to recruiting Maurice. You must complete the barest minimum possible when you recruit him.

After Maurice joins, you are free to complete any other quests to expand his legendary status.

You are allowed to reverse-pickpocket a weapon and items into Maurice's inventory before he joins, but you cannot use any mods that affect his combat skills, AI, or equipment.

Once you defeat Alduin in Sovngarde and help Maurice fulfill his destiny as Dragonborn, you must resume the pilgrimage to the Eldergleam Sanctuary you put on hold.

The run is completed when Maurice prays to the tree in the Sanctuary so you can get a sapling.

[isamajor]

Corva Aemilius, my Imperial mage. She is an orphan of the Great War and was sent to the temple of Kynareth at a young age to become a priestess. She has a fairly visceral fear/hatred of elves, due to the trauma she suffered as a child. The civil war in Skyrim pushed her to question his priesthood and take charge of his destiny, in search of his past and that of his family. She will confront her fears through new experiences with people who would make her change (or not) her views on the world.

She is an expert in Restoration spells but is moving more and more towards a mastery of fire spells, more in line with her character.

Of all my OCs, if I had to make one follower, it would be her. I image it with a quest for self very centered on the civil war raging in Skyrim. She might have sympathies for the Stormcloak cause and their desire to direct their own destiny ; but also, she could research her cosmopolitan roots as a native of the Empire, wanting to feel and to be a part of it, and learn and recognize that not all elves are evil and are also the first victims of the Thalmor.

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WIP Wednesday - Wives of Shor I: Moth to Flame

❤️❤️❤️tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @thana-topsy ❤️❤️❤️ tagging @gilgamish @nientedenada and @tallmatcha

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (entire fic is E) Category: M/M Pairing: Kaidan/Lucien Flavius Genre(s): Romance (bodice-rippers my beloveds), bildungsroman Other main characters: Inigo the Brave, she/her Breton LDB

Summary: A scene from near the beginning of the fic - Kaidan has something he needs to do before the party sets off for Bleak Falls Barrow. Lucien Flavius is by Joseph Russell, Kaidan is by Liv Templeton, and Inigo the Brave is by SmartBlueCat.

25 Last Seed, 4E 401 Whiterun's streets were shrouded in mist, the few lanterns still burning at this hour casting halos of light in the gloom when Kaidan stepped out of the Bannered Mare. Tucking his cloak around himself, he walked quickly towards the stairs leading to the Wind District. Given how long it took Lucien and Pascale to prepare themselves in the morning on the road, he estimated he had a good hour at the earliest before they made their appearance at the stables.

The lanterns on the doorposts of the Temple of Kynareth were lit, and the door was unlocked. The inner atrium of the temple itself was lit only by the votive sconces flanking the shrine of Kynareth at the far wall. Not wanting to disturb any sleeping patients or clerics, Kaidan moved around the outside of the atrium, but did not find what he was looking for.

"May I help you, child of Kynareth?"

Kaidan whirled, coming face to face with Danica Pure-Spring, who was holding a lamp and had clearly just risen from bed, her robe ungirdled and hair thrown over her shoulders in long twin braids.

"I did not mean to wake you at this hour Sister, I apologize," he whispered. "I came seeking Kyne's blessing."

Squinting at him in the dark, a flicker of recognition crossed Danica's face. "You're the one who brought poor Hadvar to the jarl - so you're accompanying him on that errand of Farengar's?" When Kaidan nodded she said, "I would be happy to give you a blessing." Danica turned and walked toward the Shrine of Kynareth at the far wall of the temple. "I have a traveler's amulet for you as well if-" She stopped talking and turned to look at Kaidan quizzically when she realized he was not following her. "Is something the matter?"

Kaidan glanced around the Temple. It looked just like every other temple of Kynareth he had seen during his travels in Cyrodiil and beyond.

"I would like a blessing of Kyne, Sister."

Understanding dawned on Danica's face. "I see, I see. I don't get asked for those much, especially with the Gildergreen...well. Unfortunately with the expansion of the healing wing the shrine to Kyne we had outside was removed, and never replaced. But we will do it properly, don't worry. The Goddess of Storms doesn't need anything made by man's hands to work her wonders. Meet me under the Gildergreen, and unsheathe your blade."

Nodding once, Kaidan turned and left the temple.

He almost kept walking past the twisted, scarred trunk of the Gildergreen. He must have incredible depth of hubris to ask for Kyne's blessings after turning his back on all of Brynjar's teachings - and instead of doing it properly, he was going to be doing it in the middle of a city, under a dead tree, with a priestess who prayed to Kynareth.

Despite these thoughts, Kaidan took off his cloak and knelt beneath the Gildergreen's boughs, facing the Throat of the World. He carefully unsheathed his nodachi, placing the scabbard in front of him, and laying the bare blade across his legs.

Below him, the buildings of the Plains District seemed like islands in a sea of thick fog, and to the east the first blush of dawn was chasing the stars away from the horizon. A lark began to sing in the branches above him.

Repeatedly Kaidan tried to still his thoughts and center himself, but every time he attempted to begin a breathing exercise, his thoughts would turn to Brynjar, and a sharp pang of guilt would lodge in his chest.

"Are you ready, my child?" Danica approached, her vestments in place and priest's cowl now covering her sleep-mussed hair.

"I- I don't know, Sister."

Danica paused, but did no speak, waiting for Kaidan to continue.

"I haven't prayed to Her in...a long time. I don't know if Kyne will hear me."

For a long moment, the only sounds were the rushing of water in the aqueducts and the lark still heralding the dawn, heedless of the two humans below his perch.

"It's not my place to say what She will or will not do. But-" Danica moved to stand before him and placed her hands gently on his hair as Kaidan bowed his head. "I am reminded of the story of Keeper Ormi, who turned her back on Kyne when she thought the Goddess had abandoned her sons in war. She was so given over to grief that she turned to daedra-worship, and became a hagraven. She desecrated Kyne's sacred trees, and led her priestesses astray. And yet the Goddess welcomed her back when she repented, and returned her to human form. Do not presume to have done such terrible works that She is unable to grant you Her peace."

Danica's words brought some measure of comfort, and Kaidan was able to quiet his doubts as she began the blessing.

"Widow of Shor, Blessed Warrior-Wife, May this man's blade be as swift as your storms, And sharp as your winds.

"Sister-Hawk, he is your sword and your shield, Use him to safeguard those under his care." "Mother of Men and Beasts, Do not draw your veil against him as he travels, Bring peace to the wild things, that they will not bare their fangs to him."

"Kiss-at-the-End, if he should fall, May he meet you with honor untarnished, And carry him safely to Shor's Hall."

As Danica finished Kaidan felt her place something over his neck. When he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw a small scrimshaw pendant hanging from a leather thong, covered in flowing spirals and flanked by two hawk talons.

The last time he had seen one of these was when they had burned it with Brynjar's body.

He stood suddenly, knowing he had to leave immediately if he was to retain any of his dignity. "Thank you, Sister."

"Your journey awaits," Danica smiled at him. "Wind guide you."

Kaidan refastened his cloak and pulled his hood up as he descended the stairs, leaving the Gildergreen and Danica behind. By the time he reached the main gates, his cheeks were dry and the amulet was safely tucked under his tunic, the weathered bone warm against his heart.

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday-!!

I'm slowly chipping away at the next chapter of The Perfect Storm, but have nothing too substantial to share yet.... So here is some other writing I've done for one of the background characters from it - Ingrida, one of my little Whiterun Guard squad!

She's a Companion (then a mercenary for hire, though that's not relevant here) before she becomes a guard, but ends up quitting because they don't see eye-to-eye about the woman she eventually ends up marrying - Uthgerd the Unbroken :3 This is probably about 2 and a half years before The Perfect Storm.

Tagged by @hircines-hunter and @skyrim-forever -!! Tagging @thequeenofthewinter and anyone who wants to share a WIP, though no obligations-!!!!

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Ingrida stretched her arms above her head as she walked through the doors of Jorrvaskr, having just spent an hour or so in the Bannered Mare to get away from all the commotion in the mead hall following the newest member of the Companions completing her trial. As soon as the door fell hut behind her, she felt a pair of eyes upon her immediately. It didn’t take long at all for her to figure out that it was Skjor, and he looked more on edge than he had ever done in her entire time in the group.

“Hey. Whelp. Come over here – got something to ask you.”

She tutted quietly and rolled her eyes when he addressed her. She had never understood why they chose ‘whelp’, of anything, to address the non-Circle members – it almost felt as though they were getting described as a pack of dogs... Which admittedly was quite apt in how everyone behaved when alcohol was involved, but still didn’t quite sit right with her.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way over to Skjor, and slid into the seat beside him at the table he was at. “Good evening to you too,” she remarked, the snarkiness in her voice making him quietly sigh. “What’s up? Got a job that needs handling?”

“If you want a job, I’ve got some, but that’s not what this is about,” he stated, lips curling into a frown. “I need to talk to you about somebody. And don’t act as though you don’t know her, you were with her instead of here for Thorne’s celebration.”

Ingrida felt her body grow stiff as his eyes narrowed at her. How did he...?

“If you know what is good for you, you would stay damn well away from Uthgerd.”

She remained still and silent as she tried to think of what to say, before reaching out across the table, grabbing hold of his tankard, and finishing what drink he had left in it. “What’s your problem with her? Or are we just not allowed to have friends outside the Companions? We have a laugh and the occasional friendly brawl, there’s nothing bad about that.”

“Are you dense?”

Ingrida huffed. She knew the story about Uthgerd and her past with the Companions well enough – she had told her about it all, and even though she herself was a Companion, it hadn’t caused any issues in their friendship. If anything, it gave her a place where she could have a quiet moan about anything that agitated her during her time with the group. It wasn’t that she hated it there, she loved it, but there were just little things which would agitate her that she wanted off her chest.

“Uthgerd the Unbroken killed one of her fellow whelps. No shame whatsoever. That lad spent his final days bleeding and unconscious in the Temple of Kynareth because of her – and that could be you, if you keep seeking her out,” Skjor snapped, standing up and glaring at her. “Take this as your first and only warning, whelp.”