#temple of kynareth

[sukitra]

Kyne

[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

[389]

The Temple of Kynareth The Elder Scrolls II: Daggerfall

[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.

[kydra-umbra]

Whiterun, Whiterun Hold, Skyrim

Whiterun is most Skyrim players’ favorite city. Home of the Temple of Kynareth and Jorvaskr, mead hall of the Companions. Ruled by Jarl Balgruuf.

[umbracirrus]

I decided for the first time in ages to mess about with the skyrim minecraft stuff and just-!!! look at this-!!!!!!

Riverwood, Bleak Falls Barrow, Western Watchtower!!

Whiterun and Jorrvaskr!

Dragonsreach my beloved <3 They've even got the balcony that overlooks Whiterun and the porch ;u;

And all with Skyrim music in the background, the inventory menu being skyrim-esque and yes I am going around as Aela lol-

Also for the most part the building interiors are. not as cool as the exteriors. Bigger buildings like sleeping giant inn/dragonsreach main hall/temple of Kynareth look semi-decent but things are limited by space presumably. Apparently there's a dwemer ruin somewhere but I can't find it at the moment... lol.

[lathez]

It's Sujamma Sundas!

Did you know that Sujamma has a very important job to do? Three times a week, Sujamma visits the Temple of Kynareth to comfort sick or injured children. He loves making them laugh and smile! Everyone needs a smile!

Today, Sujamma wants to know about your OC's moral compass. What God do they worship and why? Do they engage in any illicit activities (drugs, etc?) Any holy activities, like healing in the name of a certain divine? Have they committed any crimes, or are there any crimes they actively despise? Feel free to talk about anything and everything along these lines.

Use the tag Sujamma Sundas, and tag a friend! This week Sujamma is tagging @sternenhimmel-mond @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @sunsettemplar @hircines-hunter and @lobo-inu

Feel free to use the banner as well!

[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.”

[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?

[devout-of-the-elder-scrolls]

Basic Rundown of the TES Saints

Note that in TES lore, after the fall of the Tribunal, Almalexia, Sothia Sil, and Vivec were "demoted" into Saints. In my worship, they remain as gods, but I listed them here regardless, just in case they're regarded as saints in your worship. This post utilizes UPG.

This post is very basic, so please do more research than just this post!

Long post below, so read more.

BRETON SAINTS

Ellenica -- a priestess of Arkay, whose prayer book became a holy relic with passages that can put the dead to rest. in my experience, can be invoked when performing work beyond the veil, to banish evil ghosts, and to settle ghosts.

Marben -- a saint of Arkay. not much is known of Him in TES lore, but in my experience, He can be invoked for matters of ancestor work and working with the dead.

Octavien -- a priest of Arkay. not much is known of Him in TES lore, but in my experience, He helps with grieving and coming to peace with death.

Pelin -- a Breton priest of Stendarr. was memorialized for his divine act in the defense of the Bangkorai Garrison in 1E 1029, which in turn lead to the province of High Rock into the Fine Empire of Cyrodiil. he was memorialized by the Order of Saint Pelin, the knightly order of the Kingdom of Evermore, a chapel in Evermore, and a great cemetery. invoked for matters of protection of those of faith.

Stental -- slew the demon of Overlook Hill, rescuing the three Sisters of Kynareth from an untimely death. invoked for protection, defeating evil, being "saved" from harm, and similar matters.

Vitache -- patron of millers, scissor-grinders, and bathhouse attendants. invoked for self-care and work.

DUNMER SAINTS

Greater Saints

Almalexia the Warden -- healers, teachers. invoked for healing, to learn lessons.

Sotha Sil the Magus -- artificers, wizards. invoked for magic, tinkering with objects, things like car repairs, etc.

Vivec the Poet -- artists, rogues. invoked for things with a dual nature, for creativity.

Nerevar the Captain -- warriors, statesmen, House Redoran. invoked for battle, for fighting back against harm, for winning.

Neloth the Pilgrim -- outcasts, seekers, House Hlaalu. canonized for guiding the now Dunmer to now Morrowind, and guiding them to worship the Daedra. invoked for learning about spirituality, for learning about the Three Good Daedra, for moving home.

Lesser Saints

Aralor the Penitent -- tanners, miners. canonized for repenting his crimes and performing the great pilgrimage on his knees as proof of his repentance. invoked for learning from your sins, for fortifying character.

Delyn the Wise - potters, glassmakers. canonized for using his skills as a lawyer to build many laws and customs for Tribunal life. invoked for resistance to disease.

Felms the Bold -- butchers, fishmongers. canonized for driving Nordic invaders out of Morrowind, despite not being able to read or write, only hearing Almalexia's voice in his head and following Tribunal orders. invoked for recovery from spells.

Jiub the Eradicator of the Winged Menace -- canonized for driving the Cliffracers out of Morrowind, ending their species. invoked for dealing with difficult things, and defeating hardship.

Meris the Peacemaker -- farmers, laborers. canonized for risking her life to end a long and bloody House War. invoked for healing and making peace.

Llothis the Pious -- tailors, dyers, House Dres. canonized for building many of the temple rituals and principles of the Tribunal faith. invoked for learning about the Tribunal faith, for fortifying will.

Olms the Just -- sailors, chandlers, clerks, House Indoril. canonized for founding the Ordinators. invoked for repentance, enduring tests, and resisting common illness.

Rilms the Barefooted -- pilgrims, beggars. canonized for giving up her shoes to a beggar, then dressed and appeared as a beggar to better acquaint herself with the poor. invoked for dealing with poverty, enduring hardships.

Roris the Martyr -- furnishers, caravaners. canonized for being captured by Argonians, killed for not revoking his faith, and then subsequently a war happened for his justice. invoked fortifying health, holding onto faith during hard times.

Seryn the Merciful -- brewers, bakers, distillers. canonized for his ability to take disease upon herself, which is a burden she held and practiced until her old age. invoked for healing from illness.

Vorys the Immolant -- House Telvanni. unclear why he was canonized, and generally fell out of reverence due to being "a bit unsavory". however, can be invoked for power.

IMPERIAL SAINTS

Allessia -- Patron Saint of Humanity, first empress of Cyrodiil, who freed humanity from the Ayleids. invoked for freeing from harm and strife. can also be considered patron of minotaurs, due to giving birth to one and starting their race.

Balyna -- Patron Saint of Mara. her dedication inspired many more to worship the Nine like she did. invoked for healing, restoration spells, and more.

Coellicia -- was a martyr of the Alessian Rebellion, who died from torture. invoked for survival, and enduring hard times.

Errandil -- living Saint of Arkay. not much is known of him other than his part in outlawing necromancy. unsure what they'd be invokved for.

Jahn -- nothing about them canonically. unsure what they'd be invoked for.

Kaladas the Architect -- saint of Zenithar. built the Great Chapel of Zenithar in Leyawiin. invoked for construction, and following great religious paths.

Olava the Fair -- living Saint of Mara. not much is known of her other than her tireless, but daunting, work to heal and protect. invoked for healing and protection.

Osla -- saint of Sancre Tor. a healer, was present at the battle of Sancre Tor. invoked for healing.

Pelinal -- the Divine Crusader. one of two champions of Alessia. has a lot of interesting history too long to put here, so I'd check out his UESP page. invoked for battle, retribution, and justice.

Plenty -- nothing about them canonically. unsure what they'd be invoked for.

Topal the Pilot -- Patron Saint of Leyawiin. an explorer and a poet, charted the sea lanes of Tamriel. invoked for long voyages, travel, and exploration.

[lillxart]

The Men Who Married A God:

Translated by Thomas Patharius  

By Thomas Patharius

I

I came across an interesting legend in the temple archives; the Temple of Lorkir of course, and asked permission from Head Priest Pale if I could translate it. Despite the document casting quite the ill favor on his God, he was more than happy to approve. This account is known as the ‘Men Who Married A God’.

There was once an Altmer mage named Uthrin’dil. He was well accomplished, respected by his peers, wealthy, and had a beautiful betrothed who would guarantee him perfect Altmer children. He had a deep understanding of magic, and through this understanding accomplished things others could not. He often ventured into the darkness in order to uncover its secrets so he could further his study into the innerworkings of the Magnagee. Daedric Princes had tried to tempt him, but he was too crafty to fall for their wiles. Truly, he was an exemplary Altmer. 

One day Uthrin’dil ventured once more into the darkness, and there he saw a face. A beautiful light that pierced through his heart and soul, touching him in a way no magic had ever touched him before. The light took shape of a woman and she sat on a throne of jewels and white hot fire. On her crown were a pair of dragon’s horns, and from her back was a tail that moved like a lash, with every whip he felt power surge through his body, and every flutter of her lashes he felt his knees weaken like worn wood. Before he could touch the woman a river of blood and cries erupted from her feet full of both ben and mer attempting to clamp onto his robes and pull him under. Before he was overcomed Uthrin’dil fled from the darkness, returning to Nirn. When he finally regained his senses he felt passion possessed him like a ghost and his heart then only sang for the woman he saw, and he began research on who she was and how he could meet her. 

Uthrin’dil learned that the being he saw was the God of Cruelty, Lorkir. He then threw himself into researching as much as he could about her, the more he read the more his desire for her rooted itself in his heart like the roots of a plant clinging to stones. He then came up with what he believed to be a ritual to summon the deity, or at the very least, carry his cries to her. 

Uthrin’dil performed the ritual and Lorkir appeared to him. Before she could utter a word, the Altmer stood proud before her and begged. “Marry me, oh great Harbinger! Be my wife and my wife alone!”

Lorkir responded. “I cannot touch those whom my fellow Divines have not abandoned. If you wish to have me, then you must profane the other Eight. You must profane Julianos.”

And so Uthrin’dil walked into the college at which he taught from and profaned it, corrupting the wisdom in the texts and teachings to his peers and students. Those who left his lectures lost their ability to think, becoming as simple animals unable to discern. He had profaned Julianos. When Uthrin’dil was done he returned to her.

“I have done as you asked.” He said. 

“Now you must profane Stendarr.” She replied. 

And so Uthrin’dil captured and bound many righteous elves who had protected the land and were trusted by the people, dragging them into caves starving them out and forcing them to eat each other without mercy. When the last elf stood amongst the rotting corpses of his comrades he was consumed by despair and fell on his sword. When Uthrin’dil was done he returned to her. 

“I have done as you asked.” He said. 

“Now you must profane Kynareth.” 

And so Uthrin’dil casted mass confusion magic over the harbors causing many sailors to lose their way, unable to find home no matter the winds, no matter the currents, no matter the stars. Ships went out and never returned, man and mer starving and drowning while their cries to salvation were drowned out by the fear that took them. When Uthrin’dil was done he returned to her. 

“I have done as you asked.” He said. 

“Now you must profane Arkay.” She replied. 

And so Uthrin’dil found a vampire and took his ashes, mixing it with blood and other alchemical ingredients until the vampire’s disease was given liquid form. He disguised himself as a merchant and made the potions out to be wine. He traveled the land leaving a trail of vampiric corruption as towns and cities were becoming overrun with fledgling vampires. When the crisis grew too large to be ignored any longer the Altmer rallied together to massacre half its nation in order to stamp out the corruption. When Uthrin’dil was done and there was no one else he could infect, he returned to her. 

“I have done as you asked.” He said. 

“Now you must profane Zenithar.” She replied.

And so Uthrin’dil burned to the ground his holdings, left to him by the first of his line and destroyed the research he had dedicated his life to. He set fire every article of clothing, threw his treasures away into the sea, and burned every book until his estate was blazing so bright and so hot it could be seen from the neighboring cities. When Uthrin’dil was done, and he was left with nothing, he returned to her.

“I have done as you asked, now shall we be wed?”

“Soon. Now you must profane Mara and Dibella.” She replied. 

“And how might I accomplish such a task?”

Lorkir showed him a vision of his fiance, and he knew what he needed to do. 

And so, Uthrin’dil sullied his fiance’s maidenhood until her gentle heart had been corrupted. She sneered at him like an animal, now robbed of her elegant elven beauty because of his brutal treatment. She scratched and clawed at him, and Uthrin’dil stabbed her in the heart, skinning her and presenting the skin to Lorkir. 

“You have done well. But now there is only one God left to profane. You must profane Auri-el.”

Uthrin’dil felt discord rising in his heart. He had done all of this, yet he has not been counted worthy to wed her? Desperate, passion burning in his chest he pleaded with her, “How does one profane Auri-el?”

Lorkir smiled at him and reached out her clawed hands. Light shined through her eyes, it's brilliant glory giving him a taste of the feeling he experienced before when he saw her in the darkness. Her voice was gentle, sweet like a song coming from a lyre. “To profane Auri-el, you merely have to take my hand.”

And so Uthrin’dil took the hand of the God of Cruelty and his heart was revealed to him. In his abandonment of the Gods he had become blacker than obsidian, vileness came out of his lips and he craved impurities so intensely he drew his own blood and drank his own sweat in feverish desire. He laid with animals and ate corpses and casted spells raising the dead and using them to slaughter the remaining nearby villages while he danced in its madness. He had laid waste to everything, flora and fauna. In the destruction he wrought, Lorkir was delighted. 

When he came to her a final time, the rivers had turned to blood and corpses of man and mer were crying from the dirt. He stood upon the wasteland and offered it to his dark Goddess as a show of his worth. Lorkir accepted his gift with gladness, a wicked pleasure in her grin. 

“Now, I shall grant your desire.” Lorkir drew close to the mad warlock and opened her mouth, consuming his soul. Marriage is to become one, and now he will never be separated from her realm ever again.

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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

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🥹 - 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