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[babyblueetbaemonster]

Top 10 Skyrim Characters

tagged by @ark-sided, thank you for tagging me.

Minor characters edition. Not in a particular order. Long post.

Fultheim He's just some guy stay at the Nightgate Inn, who happened to carried a Blades sword. Totally not suspicious at all, haha. When you asked him about the the Gourmet, he'd tell you "He just wants to be left alone. But no… that's not really it. It's like… he wants to talk. Likes people and all. But he stays separate, because he's supposed to. Kind of sad, really." and I was like NO U! You're lonely and sad. You want to hang but you're trying to hide from the Thalmor! You're talking about yourself!

Einarth He's one of the Greybeards. They all took a vow of silence. When Arngeir refused to help us, he yelled at him, just because I'm the Dragonborn. Thank you, master Einarth.

Sondas Drenim He's a miner in Darkwater Crossing. He noticed his colleagues have bad coughs. He saw this before and knew what to do. He immediately wrote a letter to White Phial for medicines. He's so nice and caring.

Orgnar He works in the Sleeping Giant Inn. Tired of Delphine bossing around. Same as us.

Legate Fasendil He is a High Elf and the Imperial Legion officer in the Rift Imperial Camp. Most officers in camps don't talk much, but he has a lot of stories to share. We can talk about war, his home, his opinion, some history, and the battle at Hammerfell.

Alethius He is dead. His body can be found at the entrance to Nchuand-Zel. He's probably killed by Nimhe, the Poisoned One. According to his death scene, and my mediocre detective skill. The researchers were under attacked by frost spiders. He escorted all of them through the door safely (for now, or then) and closed it from the outside, battled the spiders and died like a hero. Rest in peace, soldier.

Talsgar the Wanderer He brings the music out of cities to everyone across the world. One time I request a song at Darkwater Crossing, everyone lives here gather to listen his music. I really appreciate that. He's strong, too. He can defend himself effortlessly. He's good with sword. He can cast Stoneflesh, Lesser Ward and Healing spells. He's just so cool.

Fjola She is a Nord warrior and the bandit leader of Mistwatch. She kinda just dump her old husband but left without a word. She found some bandits, beat them to submission and become their leader.

Aventus Aretino "Aren't you a little young to do the Black Sacrament?" "Yes. Yes I am."

Runil He's a priest of Arkay in Falkreath. He's an old kind elf respected and loved by all. From Falkreath to Skaal, people put him in their mind. He try his best to hide his history of being a leader of Aldmeri battlemages. He regrets and ashamed of what he did back in the Great War. Strangely, Runil seems to had a prophetic dream of dragons and the Dovahkiin. Like what? Who you really are and what does it all means?

[blossom-adventures]

I was tagged by @bougainvillea-and-saltwater to do a bio for my OC, Jaina, it’s a different layout to what you shared but I think I’ve covered a lot of information here

Jaina

Combat Style: She’s a Spell-sword, using her inherent magical abilities (from her father) specialising in fire and healing magic, her many years with the Companions have made her incredibly skilled with both one and two handed weapons, she wears light armour because she finds leather armour far easier to move around in compared to things like steel

Alignment: I would say she’s probably on the edge of Chaotic Good and Chaotic Neutral

Appearance: Jaina is 5foot 10inches with long black hair that she keeps in a bun or braid, she has reddish-brown eyes and there is a slight point to her ears because of her half-elf blood

Background: She and her twin brother were born in Tel Mithryn to a Nord mother and Dunmer father (her father died 2 months before she was born) when her mother - Helena- had recovered from the birth she returned to her family home in Whiterun, where the 3 of them lived with Helena’s cousin, Jarl Balgruuf. When Jaina was 3 her mother remarried an Imperial called Xander Tullius (it’s not the General! That would very much complicate matters 😅, it’s his younger brother) Helena and Xander had 4 daughters and adopted an Altmer boy who was living at Honorhall.

When Jaina was 17 she went to the college of Winterhold and spent nearly 2 years there before joining the Companions, where she remained, as well as doing a couple of odd jobs for the Thieves Guild, until she was captured at Darkwater Crossing and took to Helgen for execution. While in the Companions she became a werewolf, something she didn’t want but, as time went on she became used to it, although she is very reluctant to change into her form

Other Skills/Info: Jaina is a skilled alchemist and healer as well as a talented smith, she spends her free time reading, she studied history at the college of Winterhold and has a small understanding of ancient Nordic

Her most frequently used shouts are Fire Breath and Summon Durnehviir, using the old Dragon as a way of travelling across the country as well as making a good friend out of him, she often summons him for a conversation if she needs to talk to someone

I won’t tag anyone, but whoever sees this and wants to take part, feel free

[goudasnew]

I've been thinking about playing Skyrim again and because it's five-thirty in the morning I'll do this instead :]

1. My first skyrim character was a high elf named Itami that I headcanoned as half nord. This was my first time playing a game without doing a bunch of research on it first and because of that I ignored the perks she came with, and instead went full warrior mode with her. She had somewhat of a story cause I would draw her with my ex's dragonborn oc but I have since forgotten all of it.

I don't play them anymore ofc. She's stuck in my xbox360 and I don't think I'll let her out any time soon.

2. Hadvar. At the time I didn't know you could choose between the two and I just ran towards the first quest marker that I saw, now it just feels wrong to not choose Hadvar after many years.

3. If I'm playing a character I'm giving lore to, I go after talking to Farengar, if not I don't even do the main quest line.

4. Paarthurnax is cool, love the voice acting. The Greybeards are chill too, though I kind of wish we did more with them. They only show up like twice in the game (I might be wrong I haven't played in a while) and like I know you can do quests where they send you to random walls but like it's not the same.

5. I do, most of the fun comes from venturing into a random cave you managed to find. My favorite ones are the ones that come with stories that you only notice if you're paying attention to the environment.

6. Darkwater Crossing, it's just a nice little area right next to a river and the npcs are nice too. (My husband Derkeethus can also be found here after you rescue him from Darkwater Pass)

7. I don't have a favorite Jarl. I don't really care about them tbh.

8. The Mage's Guild. The college looks pretty dope and you get a sick fit after you beat the questline. That being said, Ancano as the villan was very predictable, other than that it was fine. Though for a college it feels pretty empty.

9. The Bard's College in Solitude cause man what the hell was that. It could have been so fun but nah its just a fetch quests 😔😔

10. Main enemies? It's between Mirrak and Harkon. I love both of their dlcs and the new areas they take us to. However, Mirrak's much more fun to fight. Random enemies? The twin dragons. I was not expecting them to come out the ice like that.

My least favorite enemies have to be the giant spiders (arachnophobia) and the chaurus. I HATE their walking noises.

11. It's. . . something? Idk I stay pretty neutral so the quest doesn't last very long. It would have been fun it we had other chances to dabble into Skyrim's politics besides fighting the war and, of course, this quest.

12. Design wise? Pretty cool, sick even. In the game? I avoid them like the plague only to come back when I'm a higher lvl and get my ass kicked anyways.

13. Honestly, they would just go home, rest and continue their magic studies. Only to later on turn into a vampire cause they became power hungry.

Skyrim Saturday Ask Game

hey everyone! since its saturday, i decided to throw together some skyrim asks! go wild, i can't wait to see how ppl respond to these <3

Helgen - Who was your first Skyrim character? Do you still make anything with them/play as them now?

Riverwood - Hadvar or Ralof? Why?

Whiterun - Do you tend to do Bleak Falls Barrow before or after meeting with Farengar?

Ivarstead - How do you feel about the Greybeards and Paarthurnax?

Morthal - Do you enjoy exploring dungeons and ruins? Why or why not?

Kynesgrove - What's your favorite non-major city/town/settlement?

Solitude - Who's your favorite Jarl? Who's your least favorite? Why these?

Riften - What's your favorite guild? How do you feel about their questline?

Markarth - If you could rewrite one questline in Skyrim, which would it be?

Blackreach - What's your favorite enemy in the game? What's your least favorite? Why?

Throat of the World - How do you feel about "Season Unending"?

Skuldafn - How do you feel about dragon priests?

Sovngarde - How would your Last Dragonborn celebrate after the battle with Alduin, or would they celebrate at all?

[paperraptor-blog]

Skyrim Marriage Options

Slowly growing list of Marriage Options and information about them.

Argonian

Derkeethus (M)

Darkwater Pass

Trapped in a cell

Essential

Can fight

Level cap 30

Mining camp of Darkwater Crossing

Scouts-Many-Marshes (M)

Windhelm in the Argonian Assemblage

Cannot fight

Blacksmith

Shahvee (F)

Windhelm docks, Eastmarch

Lives in the Argonian Assemblage

Quest

Breton

Ainethach (M)

Karthwasten

Runs Sanuarach Mine and farmhouse

Cosnach (M)

Markarth

Loves drinking

Lives in the Warrens

Muiri (F)

The Hag’s Cure in Markarth

Shop

Quest

Octieve San (M)

Solitude

Older

Retired veteran

Gambles, and drinks

Lives with daughter Evette

Omluag (M)

Markarth

Lives in the Warrens

Perth (M)

Soljund’s Sinkhole

Sell things to him

Quest

Softhearted

Shares a house with Tuthul

Dark Elf

Athis (M)

Whiterun

Can fight

Level cap 25

Part of the companions 

Avrupa Sarethi (F)

Sarethi Farm

Alchemist with her own farm

Brelyna Maryon (F)

College of Winterhold

Can fight

Level 30 cap

Likes Winstead Manor

Quest

Can become a vampire

Dravynea the stoneweaver (F)

Kynesgrove

Jenassa (F)

Drunken huntman in whiterun

Can fight

Quest

Level cap 40

Sadistic and obsessed with killing

Mercenary

Excels at stealth

Revyn Sadri (M)

Sadri’s used Wares in Windhelm

Dislikes Thieves

Quest

Sondas Drenim (M)

Goldenrock Mine

High Elf

Taarie (F)

Solitude

Loving as a spouse

Radiant Raiment

Quest

Can live with her

Does night fight

Imperial

Camilla Valerius (F)

Riverwood

The two exes will continue to be in your home.

She will return to Riverwood if her brother dies

Can live with her and her brother

Starts her own store

Quest

Gilfre (F)

Mixwater Millowner

Owns her own house

Eastmarch

Keeps the household together

Quest

Cannot fight

Marcurio (M)

Riften

Mercenary

Level cap 40

Can fight

Arrogant

Pavo Attius (M)

Left Hand Mine

Owns Kolskeggr Gold Mind

Owns a house outside Markarth

Will remain in miner’s clothing

Quintus Navale (M)

Windhelm

Alchemist

Takes over the White Phial Shop when employer dies

Quest

Ria (F)

Jorrvaskr in whiterun

Can fight

Quest

Level 25 cap

Can join the blades

Can be a steward

Senna (F)

Temple of Dibella in Markarth

Quest

Does not fight

Dislikes breeze home with kids

Enjoys proud spire

Sorex Vinius (M)

Solitude

Love triangle with Vivienne Ones and Roggvir (beheade)

Flirts with customers after marriage

Hates all homes except Proudspire Manor

Runs the Winking Skeever Inn

Viola Giordano (F)

Windhelm

Older

Owns a home (that rivals Hjerim)

Nord

Aela the huntress (F)

Whiterun (Jorrvaskr)

Can fight

Companion

Opens a shop

Quest

Dislikes most houses except proud spire

Essential till Glory of the Dead

Werewolf

Level cap 50

Can become vampire (mixed reviews)

Can be located by doing a companion quest if missing

Aeri (F)

Aeri’s House in Anga’s Mill

Older

Owner of Anga’s Mill

Owns her own house

Angrenor Once-Honored (M)

Windhelm

Homeless

Argis the Bulwark (M) 

Markarth

Housecarl

Opens a shop

Can fight

Balimund (M)

Riften

Owns a house

Adopted son Asbjorn Fire-Tamer

Runs the blacksmith shop

Belrand (M) 

Solitude

Sellsword for hire

Older

Level cap 40

Benor (M) 

Morthal

Thug

Lives in the guardhouse (not a guard)

Calder (M) 

Windhelm

Housecarl

Level cap 50

Quest

Can fight

Erik the Slayer (M)

Rorikstead

Can fight

Mercenary

Cheerful

Farkas (M) 

Whiterun

Member of the Companions

Can fight

Werewolf

Little dopey

Great with kids, sweet to a spouse

Monster in battle

Level Cap 50

If you Marry him you can invite Vilkas to be your steward

Can be located by doing a companion quest if missing

Filnjar (M)

Shor’s Stone

Older

Blacksmith

Owns a house

Grelka (F)

Riften

Iona (F)

Riften

Can fight

Housecarl

Constant compliments

Jordis the sword-maiden (F)

Proud spire manor in solitude

Housecarl

Can fight

Level cap 50

Possible bug not allowing marriage

Lydia (F)

Dragonsreach

Housecarl

Can fight

Level cap 25

Mjoll the lioness (F)

Riften

Can fight

Level cap 40

Dislikes Thieves’ Guild

Quest

Worry about Markarth house

Like most houses

Essential

Where she goes, so does Aerin

Njada Stonearm (F)

Whiterun (Jorrvaskr)

Can fight

Quest

Level 25 cap

Onmund (M) 

Nord Apprentice at College of Winterhold

Can fight

Level cap 30

Orla (F)

Temple of Dibella in Markarth

Daily income

Will not leave temple of Dibella

Roggi Knot-Beard (M) 

Kynesgrove

Can be a follower and a steward

Miner

Quest

Level cap 20

Stenvar (M) 

Windhelm

Mercenary

Sense of humor

Can fight

Level cap 40

Sylgja (F)

Shor’s Stone, The Rift

Quest

Does not fight

Temba Wide-Arm (F)

Ivarstead

Kind and amiable wife

Dislikes breeze home

Does not fight

Mill owner

Torvar (M) 

Whiterun

Member of the companions

Can fight

Drinker

Level cap 25

Uthgerd (F)

Whiterun

Can fight

Level 30 cap

Quest 

Mercenary

Owns a house

Vilkas (M)

Whiterun

Member of the companions

Werewolf

Can fight

Level Cap 50

Intelligent

Steward Material

Fierce in a fight

Can be located by doing a companion quest if missing

Vorstag (M)

Markarth

Mercenary

Lives in the silver-blood inn

Level cap 40

Likes Heljarchen Hall

Candiate for the blades

Sweet and a badass

Wilhelm (M)

Ivarstead

Cannot be a follower

Essential

Runs the Vilemyr Inn

Ysolda (F)

Whiterun near merchant stalls

Marriage perk: 100 septa’s per day

Does not fight

Crush on Mikael the bard

Drug dealer

Small house in Whiterun

Takes over Banered Mare if Ulda is killed

Essential

Quest

Likes Herjerchan hall

Orc

Gat gro-Shargakh (M)

Left hand mine (Before cleared of forsworn)

Marriage perk: 100 gold daily

Lives in Kolskeggr Mine

Borgakh the steel heart (F)

Mor Khazgur, Haafingar

Quest

Daughter of the Chief Larak

Level cap 30

Can fight

Ghorbash the Iron Hand (M)

Dushnikh Yal

Sneaky

Brother of Chief Burguk

Level cap 30

Potential Steward

Can fight

Ghorza gra-Bagoi (F)

Markarth

Blacksmith

Quest

Lives with her brother in Understone keep

Great Spouse

Moth gro-Bagol (M)

Understone Keep

Ghorza’s brother

Blacksmith

RedGuard

Anwen (F)

Temple of Dibella in Markarth

Rayya (F)

Falkreath

Housecarl

Can Fight

Quest

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER

[hellpmeimobsessed]

Runirim

Name: Runirim

Race: Altmer/High Elf

Age: 313

Height: 6'7

Weight: 187 lbs

Eyes: Blue/Orange

Hair: Black

Companions: Serana, Ronthil.

Family: Sondas Drenim (Husband)

Guilds: Vokihar Vampire Clan, Dark Brotherhood (TBD).

Worships: Mara, Stendarr.

Champion of: N/A

Nicknames: Dearest (Sondas only), My Lord (Volkihar Clan).

Primary Weapon(s): Sword and shield, Harkon's Sword and Targe of the Blooded.

Runirim was born to very low-class Altmer who wanted the best for their son, but simply could not afford to, thus as soon as he was of age, he had begun selling his services as a hired bodyguard, then eventually a mercenary. He is still very much considered a boy in many Mers eyes, a very stereotypical knight in shining armor disposition, and extremely flirty, to anyone and everyone.

DAWNGUARD/VOLKIHAR CLAN

He had heard of the Dawnguard, and figured that was the most to a knight he could become, so he headed straight to Fort Dawnguard to join.

Quickly finding himself in over his head, and apprehensive and untrusting towards Serana, he reluctantly agreed to escort her home. Upon Lord Harkon's offer to turn him into a vampire, Runirim jumped at the opportunity to become the most powerful Mer his family had ever known, only to quickly discover it wasn't all it seemed; the complete opposite.

The sun was suddenly too bright to handle, his blood managed to almost boil under his skin, his fangs had been the most painful thing to endure during the turning process, he was almost always hungry, and he was always cold.

He had immediately taken up jobs for the Volkihar clan, finding out very early on that most were not happy he joined, and were prepared to betray Lord Harkon just to see him dead. They spat that he was merely a half blooded mistake.

He had survived the assassination attempt from two of the feuding vampires in Lord Harkon's court, Vingalmo, another Altmer, and Orthjolf, a Nord, had apparently been rivals for a good long while, silently attempting to take over the court from Harkon.

While in the Soul Cairn, Runirim had found the skull of Arvak and was given him as a faithful steed, which he still remains, and he had gotten the chance to truly feel like a knight, and discorporated the mighty dragon Durnehviir.

Putting petty feuds aside, he continued on helping Serana and her mother, and in the end defeated Lord Harkon alongside Serana, becoming the new Lord.

His first move was to promote a lower vampire, Ronthil, who the rest of the court had treated horribly, going so far as to leave him last for feeding and making him sleep behind a bookshelf, which Runirim shamed the whole court for allowing to happen, and claimed from then on Ronthil was to be treated as an equal, not a slave.

MARRIAGE

While Runirim was out looking for a legitimate job of his own, preferably one at night or in the dark, he had stumbled across a mine called Darkwater Crossing, where he met a Dunmer man named Sondas Drenim. Never in his life had Runirim lost his words, until he met Sondas. He couldn't think about anything or anyone else for weeks, and decided to return to see if he needed anything, anything at all! He had raced to give the note to the alchemists in Winterhold, discovering quickly his hatred of the cold as Arvak gave no warmth, and his steel armor wasn't of any assistance, he began to cry as the tips of his ears began to freeze, and by the time he got to Windhelm he was practically sobbing, but quickly gathered himself as he reached the gates, not wanting to embarrass himself. He had found an amulet of Mara on his travels returning, and figured what the harm would be to wear it around Sondas to see if he was interested in him. While he waited patiently to gain a reaction to the amulet, he had found out he was a father figure to a young girl there with a widowed mother, he was completely smitten with him, and had accidentally asked 'what if I could give you a proper home to stay in? They could even come with us.' He blushed bright red all the way to the tips of his ears when Sondas had immediately halted the conversation to ask about the amulet. Runirim stammered that yes, he was interested in Sondas, if he would have him.

It took Runirim a while to register that Sondas had said yes, and to arrange their marriage in Riften with a quick kiss to the corner of Runirim's mouth. Runirim nearly tripped on his cape as he urged Arvak to run as fast as he could to Riften, and he had nearly missed his own wedding trying to decide what to wear.

They moved in together at Darkwater Crossing, admitting to Sondas that he was a vampire and that he was so smitten with him he had completely forgotten to tell him, and if he wanted to leave him, there would be no fight. Sondas merely laughed and stated that he already knew because of his eyes.

They both work at the mine, and Runirim stops in his property in Whiterun while out adventuring, unsure of his current direction in life now that he was Lord.

[shellheadtmark2]

some general notes about tony’s skyrim/dwemer verse before they get lost in the depths of the chat because i’m revamping quite a bit of it:

+ spellsword:  one-handed, conjuration, destruction.  also tonal architecture (bc...i mean...former tonal architect) and, to a degree, overclocking time bc i’m keeping that from the dwemer race mod.  bc it’s neat.  and also think of it as being super fast. + can’t replenish magicka naturally, cursed by azura for being dwemer.  it’s a nice little parallel for having to plug himself into the wall socket when his chestplate runs down, i think.  catch him slurping magicka potions through a straw. + secret identity!  wears a closed-face helmet.  won’t even know he’s a elf, much less a dwemer.  keeps that quiet bc it would be bad news bears to let people know he was the last survivor of a long extinct race - it’d get ugly, possibly.  gives him similar parallel motivations to maintain a distance/dual identity.  you gotta be a level ten friend to unlock what’s behind the helmet. + main skills are smithing, enchanting, and alchemy, with some speech thrown in for fun. + rebuilds automatons for shits and giggles.  his place (which will absolutely be avengers mansion manor, located in the rift near darkwater crossing) is full of them.  it’s got a hell of a view. + the only thing that’ll bother him in dwemer ruins are the falmer. + joins the dawnguard.  hangs around the college of winterhold.  likes to browse the libraries in the bard’s college, too.  probably gonna end up with a secondary residence in solitude, it being cosmopolitan and everything. + tries to stay out of the civil war.  will probably get dragged into it anyway bc tony always ends up dragged into political bullshit.

[nordphobia]

I want to ask about your OCs but I don’t really know them! Could you do a brief overview and intro to them? I love hearing about other’s babies sm

holy shit i forgot all about this!! i’m so sorry this has been laying about for two weeks xx

of course i can! i think i did this before but i’ll do it again

elnami is my altmer mage - she is an ex-thalmor (unwilling), and is on the run from… the thalmor. she had a very strange upbringing - mostly because she was best friends with the imperial, marcurio - and her father was an elf supremacist, so he really didn’t like this. eventually, just a few months before the beginning of skyrim, elnami was forced to join the thalmor in order to keep her father from harming marcurio. however, she managed to infuriate ondolemar in markarth, and sparred with him, before fleeing. another month later, she was found by a thalmor patrol, and she was knocked out and put on the carriage that you’re first on at the beginning of skyrim.

faril is my bosmer duel-wielding axe bitch. her background is shrouded in mystery to most, but it is speculated that she lived in the caves on the mountain next to ivarstead, growing up pretty much feral alongside her twin brother (who will be mentioned later). when she was a young teenager, she realised while on a hunting trip that she was into women - as she spotted another young hunter, a dunmer, tracking the same deer as her. months later, faril began to learn about the daedric princes - and discovered the artefacts that were littered around skyrim. so, a couple weeks before the beginning of skyrim, faril made it her goal to obtain every single daedric artefact in skyrim - god knows why. however, she was caught murdering an innocent in darkwater crossing, and was sentenced to death along the rest of the stormcloaks

vayniah is my dunmer listener, she lived on solstheim with her caretaker teldryn sero until she was in her early twenties - working both as a spellsword and within the inn. however, in her twenties she had to flee solstheim due to reptitive incidents with the morag tong - however, when she was unlucky enough to stumble upon the imperials and stormcloaks when crossing, hence why she was on the cart at the beginning of skyrim. hoping to establish some kind of safety away from the morag tong, she joined the dark brotherhood - falling in love with gabriella. however, after the attack on the sanctuary (which blinded her) she settled down with revyn sadri, living out the rest of her life in solitude. 

karfu is my rather sneaky orismer warrior who came to skyrim looking for fortune and glory. however, his dumb soul came across the imperial ambush and assumed they were the enemy, attacking them and landing himself a sweet spot on the headsmans block. he joined the companions after fleeing helgen and felt extremely welcome there, but after becoming harbinger, he distanced himself as he wasn’t comfortable with a lot of the racist language - he still hangs out with the twins, for some reason. he joined the legion, and as for who he’s going to romance, i think i might set him up with one of the orc smiths in markarth

morgayne is my breton thief/mage who struggles to keep herself on her feet. she has a terrible reputation due to being spotted by the forsworn when she escaped cidhna mine, but she’s decided it doesn’t bother her. at the beginning of skyrim, she was lined up for the block due to her murderous activities. once she escaped, she fled to riften - knowing it was home to criminal activity. she made her fortune from picking every pocket she could - until she tried to pick brynjolfs pocket. she very nearly got away, however, and this prompted him to offer her a position. she didn’t do much else with her life, and grew old with brynjolf in riften.

yngvar is my one and only stormcloak. he was with ulfric when he was captured, but is very naive and very easily influenced. he’s my youngest dragonborn (about 18/19), and grew up in windhelm, immediately adapting ulfrics beliefs. he was a companion, and is married to ria. other than that, he went around helping all he can - even the elves his cause hated so much. he lived the rest of his life in windhelm with ria.

aravan is my newest dragonborn, and faril’s twin brother. he adopted the same twisted attitude his sister had during his late teens/early twenties. however, he was mainly her bodyguard on all her crazy missions to take daedric artefacts. eventually they parted ways after helgen, and aravan developed a strange attitude - one, he joined the thieves guild, but at the same time, joined the legion. he would return stolen things to people, kill thieves that were seen - but that was his way of rolling. eventually he settled down with ghorbash the iron hand just outside riverwood, so he could see his sister often (faril lives in lakeview manor). aravan is most likely the actual dragonborn out of the two

additionally: elnami, aravan and faril all know each other. in a universe in which all of them are together, elnami is the “unofficial” cousin of aravan and faril. fun fact! :)

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List Of Skyrim Wives

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Aela the Huntress. Aela is one of the elite members of the mates in Whiterun. She is the best hunter. And that is our top 10 Skyrim best steward list. Either way, let us know in the comments. And if you want to meet someone in Skyrim that could be more than a good hand around the house, check out our Skyrim Best Wife Top 10.

The Divines have blessed a total of 30 female marriage candidates and 37 male marriage candidates in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim and official expansions.

You can marry anyone regardless of your Dragonborn’s race or gender, so long as you’ve fulfilled whatever conditions make them your friend. Housecarls will be wiling to wed you as soon as they enter your service, mercenaries must be hired first, and other candidates have fetch quests or other requirements.

You’ll also need to exhaust the dialog options with Maramal, the priest in the Temple of Mara in Riften, and be wearing an amulet of Mara in order to initiate a marriage proposal. It does not have to be an amulet purchased from Maramal, any amulet of Mara will do. There’s a free one in a tent along the shoreline east of Dawnstar. Others appear at random throughout the game.

Skyrim allows one marriage and only one per Dragonborn, even if your spouse is killed — unless you use mods or console commands. There’s a persistent rumor that players can kill their spouses and remarry, but I suspect that’s a feature added by the Unofficial Skyrim Patch that PC players frequently download, or possibly a very early gameplay bug that was patched in subsequent updates, so don’t assume it will work for you. Choose your spouse wisely.

There’s only one Altmer and one Redguard, both female, who can be married. The Hearthfire DLC adds a second Redguard female. There are no Bosmer (wood elves) or Khajiit (cat people) to marry, at all, male or female, unless using mods or console commands.

After the wedding, all male and female spouses will give you a homecooked meal and 100 septims a day. You can live in your spouse’s home or move them into one of your homes, though some spouses may leave — such as Camilla taking over her brother’s shop if he dies or Ysolda taking over the Bannered Mare if Hulda dies. I’ve also read that only spouses from the Dragonborn DLC can be moved to Severin Manor on Solstheim, but I don’t have confirmation of this.

The main differences between spouses, other than appearance and voice, are where they live, whether or not they can be followers, and how likely they are to be killed. I recommend marrying someone who is a follower, even if you don’t take them with you on adventures, because you can access their inventory and give them weapons, armor, staffs, enchanted items and health potions, to help keep them alive. Towns and Hearthfire homes do get attacked, and death does happen, unless your spouse is one of the few programmed “essential,” or unless you’re using mods and console commands.

For more about marriage in Skyrim, see this Elder Scrolls wiki page or this Unofficial Elder Scrolls wiki page.

Let’s take a look at our choices…

COMPANIONS

The Companions are a warrior guild in Whiterun and for many players the first faction of friends and potential marriage candidates you’ll meet. Some are both teachers and followers, which allows you to buy skill training and then access their inventory and take back the gold, essentially getting training — and level ups — for free.

All live in Jorrvaskr, where you can live anyway if you join the guild, so you won’t gain additional housing through marriage. Several players have also reported glitches in which steward or married Companions return to Jorrvaskr instead of living in the Dragonborn’s home.

Aela is Supreme Werewolf Queen of Side-Boob, which makes her almost as popular a wife choice as cranky Lydia. Aela and Njada are both Nords and trainers, in archery and blocking respectively. Ria is an Imperial. All three are skilled warrior women and possible followers, but Aela’s level cap is 50, while the others max out at 25.

Between Vilkas’ tear-streaked emo eyeliner and Farkas’ dumb-yet-endearing-jockishness, the Brothers Werewolf are popular husbands.

Vilkas is a two-handed trainer, follower, spouse and steward. Farkas is a heavy armor trainer, follower and spouse. Both are level capped at 50. Torvar is a potential follower and spouse who is a surly drunk. He’s capped at 25.

All three are Nords. There’s also a Dark Elf in the Companions who can be married, but I’ve listed him with the Dunmer, below.

HOUSECARLS

All housecarls are Nords, except Rayya who’s a Redguard. All begin with the same armor, weapons and stats, except Valdimar who is a spellsword, while the rest are classified as warriors. They live in houses that belong to you, so you won’t get a bonus house through marriage.

All are possible spouses, stewards and followers who will defend you unto death. They are all level capped at 50, so should be able to stick with you through most of the game, assuming you continue to improve their weapons, armor and other gear. Don’t forget to put health potions in their inventories.

From left to right: Lydia (Breezehome in Whiterun), Iona (Honeyside in Riften), Jordis (Proudspire Manor in Solitude). and Rayya (Lakeview Manor, added by the Hearthfire expansion).

The basic game gives us Argis the Bulwark (Vlindrel Hall in Markarth) and Calder with the groovy mutton chops (Hjerim in Windhelm). Hearthfire evens up the score with two more male housecarls — Valdimar (Windstad Manor) and Gregor (Heljarchen Hall).

DUNMER

There are several gray-skinned Dunmer to marry, perhaps because of the popularity of Morrowind?

Avrusa Sarethi is an alchemist with her own farm.

Brelyna Maryon is an apprentice mage at the College of Winterhold (no bonus house there) and she can also be a follower, level cap 30.

Dravynea the Stoneweaver is an Expert Alteration trainer who works in the Steamscorch Mine and lives in Braidwood Inn in Kynesgrove.

Jenassa is a mercenary follower living in the Drunken Huntsman, level cap 40.

Revyn Sadri is a merchant in Windhelm and a speech skill trainer, but will only marry or train the Dragonborn if you help him with his request to return a stolen ring. If you don’t side with him, it is possible to marry Viola instead (see below).

Romlyn Dreth is a bootlegger with a small home under the city of Riften.

Sondas Drenim is a food vendor at Darkwater Crossing, a mining camp.

Athis is a member of the Companions who can be a follower or spouse, as well as one-handed skill trainer, level capped at 25.

HOTTIES

Anwen (Redguard), Orla (Nord) and Senna (Breton). All of these ladies live in the Temple of Dibella, goddess of love, in Markarth. Note: There’s a reported bug with Orla where she refuses to leave the temple to live in anywhere else.

While not devotees of a love goddess, these three seem to be popular hunky husband choices for their looks, personality and skills.

Marcurio the sassy Imperial mage mercenary can be hired at his residence, the Bee and Barb in Riften, and is level capped at 40.

Onmund is a sweet apprentice at the College of Winterhold who is a potential mage follower (level cap 30) and steward, whose Nord family does not supporting his interest in magic.

Vorstag is a warrior mercenary who can be hired from his residence, the Silverblood Inn in Markarth. He has a sweet disposition while also being a badass fighter, and possesses one of the softer Nord voices in the game.

AND MORE HOTTIES

Camilla is sister to the proprietor of Riverwood Trader and the Imperial creamy center of a love Oreo between Faendal the Bosmer archer and Sven the Nord bard. If you marry her, her “friends” will continue to visit her at your home, wherever you live. She may also return to Riverwood and take over the family business if her brother dies.

Muiri is a Breton alchemy assistant who inherits the Hag’s Cure in Markarth if her employer is killed (and who also has an interesting love life, too, which you will hear about while doing the Dark Brotherhood questline).

Ysolda is an enterprising Nord drug dealer with her own tiny house in Whiterun, who takes over the Bannered Mare if Hulda the innkeeper is killed. She was made “essential” by one of the official updates (which are automatically included in some versions of the game), so cannot die, I assume because of her role in the quest “A Night to Remember.”

Sylgja manages to retain her youthful beauty in spite of being a hard-working Nord miner, and her big bust apparently doesn’t get in the way of swinging a pickaxe all day at Redbelly Mine in Shor’s Stone.

Sorexis an Imperial whose father owns the Winking Skeever in Solitude, involved in a love triangle with Vivienne Onis and Roggvir until the latter was beheaded. After marriage, he may continue flirting with ladies who enter the inn and he hates every home except Proudspire Manor.

Quintusis an Imperial alchemist who takes over the White Phial shop in Windhelm when his employer dies. I don’t know if he qualifies as a hottie (maybe if he lost that hat), but he’s young and seems to be kind.

Wilhelm owns the Vilemyr Inn in Ivarstead. While the Nord cannot be a follower, he possesses pickpocket skill and is marked “essential” so he can never be killed.

Roggi Knot-Beard is a Nord miner in Kynesgrove, drunk and in debt, who can be a potential spouse, steward and follower, though his skills are minimal and his level is capped at 20.

MATURE SPOUSES

If you prefer your spouse to be a little older and wiser, we have…

From left to right: Aeri, Nord owner of Anga’s Mill and her own house. Gilfre, Imperial owner of Mixwater Mill and her own house. Temba, Nord mill owner in Ivarstead. Uthgerd the Unbroken, Nord mercenary, level cap 30, for hire in the Bannered Mare and owner of a decent house in Whiterun.

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Ainethach is a prominent Breton who runs the Sanuarach Mine and owns a farmhouse in Karthwasten.

Balimund is a blacksmith and smithing skill trainer with a house and forge in Riften, which he shares with his adopted son Asbjorn Fire-Tamer.

Filnjar is a Nord blacksmith with a house in Shor’s Stone.

Stenvar is a Nord warrior mercenary with a decent sense of humor who may be hired from his home, Candlehearth Hall in Windhelm. He has the same voice as Farkas and Balimund. I married him in my first playthrough. He makes an excellent follower but is capped at level 40 and I had to retire him to Proudspire Manor with our kids sometime between levels 45-50.

ORCS & ARGONIANS

If you like the kind of spouse who has green skin and tusks, we have the orcs or “Orsimer” of Skyrim.

Female orcs: Borgakh the Steel Heart is the daughter of the Chief Larak of the Orc stronghold of Mor Khazgur and a potential follower, level cap 30. Ghorza is a blacksmith and smithing trainer in Markarth, who lives with her brother in Understone Keep.

Male orcs: Gat Gro-Shargakh is a miner who lives in Kolskeggr Mine, east of Markarth. Moth gro-Bagol is Ghorza’s brother and also a blacksmith, working and living in Understone Keep in Markarth. Ghorbash the Iron Hand is an Orsimer living in Dushnikh Yal and is the brother of Chief Burguk. He is a potential follower (capped at level 30), spouse and steward.

Or if that isn’t exotic enough for you, the Argonian spouses…

One lizard lady, Shahvee, and two lizard gentleman, Derkeethus and Scouts-Many-Marshes.

Scouts-Many-Marshes is a light armor trainer but not a potential follower, so you probably can’t retrieve your gold from his inventory after training. He and Shahvee live in the Argonian Assemblage bunkhouse in Windhelm, if you marry and move in with one of them.

If rescued from Darkwater Pass, Derkeethus can be a follower (ranger class, level cap 30 and the only Argonian follower in the game) and potential marriage candidate. After being rescued, he will move back to the small mining camp of Darkwater Crossing and might get killed by Falmer who spawn there.

DRAGONBORN DLC SPOUSES

One male and two female marriage candidates are added by the Dragonborn DLC. All are Nords. From what I’ve read, these are the only spouses who can live with you in Severin Manor, but I’m not sure if they are limited to Solstheim or can move to Skyrim, too.

Halbarn Iron-FurandHilund are residents of Bujold’s Retreat/Thirsk Mead Hall and Morwen has her own home in the Skaal Village. Halbarn and Hilund are level capped at 60, but I’m not sure if any of them can be followers or not.

SPECIAL SPOUSES

These are the final three eligible females, but there’s much more to discuss on the male side. I’ll follow up with that in a sec.

Mjoll the Lioness is a Nord who lives with Aerin in Riften. She is a skilled fighter who can be a follower, and while capped at 40, what makes her special is that she cannot be killed. Even after her quest is finished, she will not die. Keep in mind that wherever she goes, Aerin will follow.

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Taarie lives in the Radiant Raiment shop in Solitude, which is pretty special if you decide to move in with her, but what makes her really special is that she is the only Altmer (High Elf) marriage candidate in the game.

Viola is special because she appears to be the only old female marriage candidate, as well as an Imperial living in Windhelm (Ulfric Stormcloak’s city) with a very large home that rivals Hjerim.

THE BAD AND THE UGLY

Omluag is a Breton who lives in the Warrens (basically the homeless shelter) of Markarth.

Odfel is a Nord who shares a small house with an orc and whose claim to fame is a unique pickaxe called Rocksplinter.

Perth is a Breton miner in Soljund’s Sinkhole who looks like he should be following Dorothy and Toto to see the Wizard. He shares a house with Tuthul (who is kind of hot looking and has a cool mohawk, but isn’t a marriage candidate – why?).

Pavo Attius seems to be the best catch of the bunch, since the Imperial owns the Kolskeggr gold mine and a house outside Markarth, but he will remain in miner’s clothes unless you have a PC mod. Forsworn might also invade from time to time and can kill him when you’re not around, unless you move him to another home.

Angrenor Once-Honored is a homeless Nord war veteran who lives on the streets of Windhelm.

Belrand is an old spellsword for hire in the Winking Skeever.

Benor is a Nord thug who lives in Morthal and has been denied a job with the city guards but still lives in the guardhouse anyway. Beat him up to win his heart.

Cosnach is a drunk whose heart can also be won by a brawl. In my experience, he’s a decent follower with some funny dialog about “aiming for the one in the middle” (since he’s drunk, get it?). He lives in the Warrens of Markarth.

Octieve is a retired old Breton veteran who offers some two-handed training. He gambles, drinks, and lives with his grown daughter Evette in Solitude.

I WISH I COULD HAVE MARRIED

Blazing badass Teldryn Sero fills all top ten of my list. My heart is forever broken that the Dunmer spellsword can neither marry nor become a steward so we could have at least lived together. It might have been nice to marry Faendal, the sweet Bosmer archer of Riverwood, or black leather clad bad boy Brynjolf of the Thieves Guild.

Really, just about any of the Thieves Guild members would have been acceptable partners. Partners for what, exactly? Yeah, I guess they’re not really the marrying type.

Alas, they are all unavailable, unless you’re rocking a mod on PC. I’ve been playing on PS3.

~ J.L. Hilton

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Welcome to Skyrimmagic Today we are bringing you a list of possible spouses in Skyrim, a list I know several people have been looking and asking us for. This tell you all of the possible spouses both male and female, their race, their job, and where you can find them.

Females:

Aela the Huntress – Nord, Companion, Jorrvaskr in Whiterun. ​ -Requirement: You must complete The Companion’s story arc with Glory of the Dead.

Aeri – Nord, Lumberjack, Anga’s Mill in The Pale. -Requirement: Work for her chopping firewood.

Anwen – Redguard, Priestess, Temple of Dibella, Markarth. -Requirement: You must complete Temple Quest: The Heart of Dibella

Avrusa Sarethi – Dark Elf, Farmer, Sarethi Farm, The Rift.

Borghak the Steel Heart – Orc, Warrior, Mor Khazgur, The Reach. -Requirement: You must pay her dowry or convince her to leave her home.

Brelyna Maryon – Dark Elf, Student, College of Winterhold, Winterhold. -Requirement: You must complete of Brelyna’s Practice.

Camilla Valerius – Imperial, Merchant, Riverwood Trader, Riverwood. -Requirement: Completion of The Golden Claw.

Dravynea the Stoneweaver – Dark Elf, Mage, Kynesgrove, Eastmarch. -Requirement: Give her one Frost Salt.

Ghorza gra-Bagol – Orc, Blacksmith, Blacksmith Shed, Markarth. -Requirement: Give her The Last Scabbard of Akrash.

Gilfre – Imperial, Miller, Mixwater Mill, Eastmarch. -Requirement: Also chopping firewood.

Grelka – Nord, Merchant, open market, Riften (Can be married only through console command ).

Iona – Nord, Housecarl, Honeyside, Riften. -Requirement: Become Thane of The Rift. (some bugs with this, she may treat you as thane not spouse)

Jenassa – Dark Elf, Hireling, Drunken Huntsman, Whiterun. -Requirement: Hire her.

Jordis the Sword-Maiden – Nord, Housecarl, Proudspire Manor, Solitude. -Requirement: Become Thane of Solitude.

Mjoll the Lioness – Nord, Adventurer, Riften. (My wife, sexy accent not bad looking and boss warrior, cannot die) -Requirement: Retrieve her sword, Grimsever, from the dwemer ruins of Mzinchaleft. Phoenix point: year one edition download for mac.

Muiri – Breton, Alchemist, The Hag’s Cure, Markarth. -Requirement: Completion of Mourning Never Comes. (You have to kill BOTH targets to gain Muiri’s affection.)

Njada Stone-Arm – Nord, Companion, Jorrvaskr, Whiterun. -Requirement: Completion of The Companion’s story arc with Glory of the Dead.

Orla – Nord, Priestess, Temple of Dibella, Markarth. -Requirement: Complete Temple Quest: The Heart of Dibella.

Ria – Imperial, Companion, Jorrvaskr, Whiterun. -Requirement: Completion of The Companion’s story arc with Glory of the Dead.

Senna – Imperial, Priestess, Temple of Dibella, Markarth. -Requirement: Completion of The Heart of Dibella.

Shahvee – Argonian, Dockworker, Argonian Assemblage, Windhelm. -She may be married by recovering the Amulet of Zenithar and returning it to her. Please note that she may be killed in the quest Blood on the Ice, so it is suggested that you attempt to marry her before starting this quest, or proceed with caution saving often.

Sylgja – Nord, Miner, Shor’s Stone, The Rift. -Requirement: Deliver her satchel to her father in Darkwater Crossing, then return his satchel to her.

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Taarie – Altmer, Solitude -Requirement: Visit Elisif the Fair while wearing the outfit she gives you then return to her and tell her what happened.

Temba Wide-Arm – Nord, Miller, Ivarstead, The Rift. -Requirement: Bring her 10 bear pelts.

Uthgerd the Unbroken – Nord, found in her house, in Whiterun. -Requirement: Best her in a brawl battle.

Viola Giordano – Imperial, Busybody, Candlehearth Hall, Windhelm. -Requirement: Start Revyn Sadri ‘s favor, but then rat him out to Viola.

Ysolda – Nord, Citizen, open market, Whiterun. -Requirement: Give her a Mammoth Tusk.

Males:

List Of Skyrim Wives

Ainethach – Breton, Mine Owner, Karthwasten, The Reach.

Angrenor Once-Honored – Nord, Beggar, Candelhearth Hall, Windhelm. -Requirement: Take pity and give the beggar a gold piece.

Argis the Bulwark – Nord, Housecarl, Vlindrel Hall, Markarth. -Requirement: Becoming Thane of Markarth.

Athis – Dark Elf, Companion, Jorrvaskr Living Quarters, Whiterun. -Requirement: Completion of The Companion’s story arc with Glory of the Dead.

Balimund – Nord, Blacksmith, The Scorched Hammer, Riften. -Requirement: Give him 10 Fire Salts.

Belrand – Nord, Hireling, The Winking Skeever, Solitude. -Requirement: Hire him.

Benor – Nord, Warrior, Morthal. -Requirement: Challenge him to a brawl and win.

Calder – Nord, Housecarl, Hjerim, Windhelm. -Requirement: Become Thane of Eastmarch.

Cosnach – Breton, Drunk/Porter, Silver-Blood Inn, Markarth. -Requirement: Challenge him to a brawl and win.

Derkeethus – Argonian, Fisherman, Darkwater Crossing, Eastmarch. -Requirement: Find and rescue him.

Erik the Slayer – Nord, Barbarian, (( Frostfruit Inn), Rorikstead -Requirement: Hire him. Note: Sometimes, the choice for marriage doesn’t appears in the dialogues. It is a bug.

Farkas – Nord, Companion, Jorrvaskr, Whiterun. (Vilkas’ Twin) -Requirement: Completion of The Companion’s story arc with Glory of the Dead.

Filnjar – Nord, Blacksmith, Shor’s Stone, The Rift. -Requirement: Complete Quest, Mine or Yours

Gat gro-Shargakh – Orc, Miner, Left Hand Mine / Kolskeggr Mine, The Reach. -Requirement: Complete favor to Pavo Attius to liberate Kolskeggr Mine.

Ghorbash the Iron Hand – Orc, Warrior, Burguk’s Longhouse, Dushnikh Yal, The Reach.

Marcurio – Imperial, Hireling, Bee and Barb, Riften. -Requirement: Hire him.

Moth gro-Bagol – Orc, Blacksmith, Understone Keep, Markarth.

Octieve San – Breton, Citizen, Solitude. Frequently found in and around the Winking Skeever. -Convince the gamblers to let him off his debts

Omluag – Breton, Miner, Markath Smelter, Markarth. -Talk to Mulush about the smelters

Odfel – Nord, Miner, Shor’s Stone.

Onmund – Nord, Student, The Hall of Attainment, College of Winterhold.

Pavo Attius – Imperial, Miner, Left Hand Mine / Kolskeggr Mine, The Reach. -Requirement: Complete his favor to liberate Kolskeggre Mine.

Perth – Breton, Miner, Soljund’s Sinkhole, The Reach. -Requirement: Clear Soljund’s Sinkhole of Draugr.

Quintus Navale – Imperial, Alchemist, The White Phial, Windhelm. -Requirement: Complete Quest, Repairing the Phial

Revyn Sadri – Dark Elf, Merchant, Sadri’s Used Wares, Windhelm. -Requirement: Bring back stolen ring from shop’s stock to Windhelm inhabitant

Roggi Knot-Beard – Nord, Miner, Steamscorch Mine, Kynesgrove, Eastmarch.

Romlyn Dreth – Dark Elf, Meadery Worker, Black-Briar Meadery, Riften.

Scouts-Many-Marshes – Argonian, Dockworker, Argonian Assemblage, in Windhelm. -Requirement: Talk to Torbjorn Shatter-Shield about the Argonian dock workers

Sondas Drenim – Dark Elf, Miner, Goldenrock Mine, Darkwater Crossing, Eastmarch.

Sorex Vinius – Imperial, Assistant Innkeeper, Winking Skeever, Solitude. -Requirement: Deliver kegs of rum to Falk Firebeard at the Blue Palace

Stenvar – Nord, Hireling, Candlehearth Hall, Windhelm. -Requirement: Hire him.

Torvar – Nord, Companion, Jorrvaskr, Whiterun. -Requirement: Completion of The Companion’s story arc with Glory of the Dead.

Vilkas – Nord, Companion, Jorrvaskr, Whiterun. (Farkas’ Twin) -Requirement: Completion of The Companion’s story arc with Glory of the Dead.

Vorstag – Nord, Hireling, Silver-Blood Inn, Markarth. -Requirement: You must Hire him

Wilhelm – Nord, Innkeeper, Vilemyr Inn, Ivarstead, The Rift. -Requirement: You must complete Dungeon Quest, Wilhelm’s Scream.

This is the list of any of the wives or husbands you may have in this game. If you see an error or I am missing someone contact us and let us know!

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Sharing my Skyrim characters

Briinah: Argonian, Dragonborn. Light armor, shield, and dagger. Her dagger is one of Alduin’s own fangs, ripped from his mouth atop the Throat of the World and enchanted with absorb health and fiery soul trap. Adept-level illusionist, silent-casts muffle and invisibility to sneak up on her targets. Primary ranged option is bound bow. Her signature move is rolling forward into a spring attack to catch targets unaware. She’s a humanitarian (ring of namira, does not eat other argonians or khajiit). Uses the atronach stone to absorb incoming magic attacks.

“Go north they said. Skyrim would be a better place they said. Bah. I get run over by some idiot warmonger while I’m trying to find a place called Darkwater Crossing and next thing I know I’m on the chopping block accidentally getting saved by a gigantic black dragon.” Many adventures later she had eventually found that mine, and rescued the handsome male Derkeethus. He would be found by her side from then on. The two of them would woo the bright-spirited Shahvee and turn Honeyside into their little love nest as well as storefront. Being thane of The Rift gives her plenty of opportunities to try to improve things for all the argonians there, and keep jarl Blackbriar on her toes. Her favorite nightly activity is hunting thieves, though she has yet to find their secret base of operation. She adores Paarthunax, and through conversing with him she learned that her name means “beautiful fury” in the dragon tongue, or alternatively “sister”. She takes the second interpretation as an unofficial title with pride. She hopes one day to reincarnate some of the dragons whose souls she’s absorbed, using her eggs as vessels.

Ghorash: Orc, member of the Dawnguard. Uses heavy armor plus the Azhidal mask. Primary weapons are the Longhammer and the Grenade Launcher (enhanced dwarven crossbow enchanted with fire damage and fiery soul trap that uses exclusively exploding dwarven bolts of fire). Uses little magic aside from restoration spells, though is trained heavily in fire destruction magic to get the most out of her weapon. May or may not be dragonborn, but would use Elemental Fury primarily if she was.

Ghorash's early years were defined by being tossed out of her stronghold for reasons she doesn’t remember. She doesn’t even remember which one it was. After following the roads and nearly succumbing to starvation, she managed to fall in with a group of bandits. Life was pretty standard, as far as banditry goes. One of her favorite safe houses was Liar’s Retreat, the bartender and owner Rahd always happy to share stories with the swiftly-growing orc. One day she and a small group were doing the usual stakeout when an older orc wearing unusual armor came into view. Thinking this would be an easy mark, the group didn’t notice the vampire stalking them until it was already feeding off one of them. Durak of course did his duty and slayed the foul undead, but not before it had finished off all but Ghorash. He was impressed enough with her to offer her a place in the Dawnguard, in the fort near Riften. That was all the fortune Ghorash would find that night. Upon limping back to Liar’s Retreat, the young orc barely made it to the bar when a war party of Falmer broke in through a wall near the kitchen. Rahd was swiftly struck down by a pair of shamans, and Ghorash barely had time to grab his signature hammer before fleeing out into the night. With nowhere left to go, she turned herself eastward to find her new fate.

Ghorash now travels with Durak, the latter in charge of guarding and using Auriel’s Bow, Auriel’s Shield, and the Dawnbreaker.

Myst: New guildmaster of the Thieves Guild. Imperial-turned-vampire (non-Volkihar). Shield and spell. Master-level illusionist, technical pacifist. While she has won a brawl or two, she has never killed. The whole blood-drinking thing does upset her a little, but she usually can find an attractive “volunteer” around town “willing” to indulge a little neck biting. She avoids suspicion by wearing hooded monk robes in towns, only switching to her blackguard armor when on a job. Definitely not dragonborn.

She was done for. That idiot Lokir had gotten both of them caught, over some flea-ridden horses. Frankly, she was kind of happy when the coward tried to run, only to get himself pincusioned. She was hoping to talk her way out of execution, but no, she just HAD to get the imperial captain whose brother she’d slept with. Wait, what’s that noise? Now, you may be wondering how she got named the new Guildmaster. Well, the last one had an unfortunate accident involving a slick statue and hitting his head on a loose rock.

Lilina: High elf, dragonborn, imperial Legate, honorary Penitus Occulatus, Archmage of the College of Winterhold. Aside from her PO gear, she wields a custom stahlrim mace enchanted with frost and chaos damage in her left hand. She uses all forms of magic, having enchanted her gear to reduce costs in all schools by 25%.

Fleeing to Skyrim seemed like a great way to escape the Thalmor. Right up until she realized that they had an embassy and at least one garrison right near the capital. The ugly looks she got from the locals weren’t much better. With no other recourse, she enlisted in the imperial army in Solitude to try to earn some respect, or at least a few hot meals. One war later, and on official leave, she gets captured by some madwoman from the Dark Brotherhood. Well, one kill later and she’s working her way to Dragon Bridge to tell Commander Maro about her encounter. After that, it would be on to Winterhold for some hopefully-peaceful study.

Vannyssa: Breton, dragonborn, VIP of Raven Rock. Dual wields sword and axe. Light armor, little magic. Amulet and Blessing of Talos. Primary Shout is Slow Time.

Vannyssa met the other dragonborn on the climb to High Hrothgar. After they split up to tackle different objectives, she was accosted by some cultists. Feeling rather incensed, she followed the trail back to Solstheim to get some payback. Eventually she forgot about the goings-on back in Skyrim, kicking Miraak’s ass and doing everything she could to make her new home in the ash wastes better. She’s currently keeping all the black books out of everyone else’s hands so as to give Hermaus Mora the middle finger. When her time comes, she is really really hoping Akatosh has more of a grip on her soul than tentacle-face.

[As-of-yet-unplayed Khajiit]: Bow and claws (unarmed). Illusion magic for hiding. Will become Harbinger of the Companions. I like to think that instead of a werewolf she becomes more of a weresabercat.

((In a different continuity)) Tess’la: Dark elf vampire lord. Lord of Volkihar, Stormblade, Oblivion Walker, Archmage of Winterhold, Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood, Dragonborn, Ysmir, Dragon of the North, Thane of all provinces, and many other titles. Wears the Jagged Crown over Zahkriisos, along with Master Robes of Destruction and Daedric gauntlets and boots. Custom enchants done using Azhidal’s Genius and Secret of Arcana bring his destruction spell cost to zero. Makes gratuitous use of dual-cast Thunderbolt. Stops leveling up at 46 so the loot tables are maximized but the enemies stop getting stronger.

This guy is just an evil asshole. Side with the stormcloaks? Check. Steal the Jagged Crown right out from under their noses? Check. Usurp power from Lord Harkon and keep his daughter as personal eye candy? Check. Overpower some thalmor dingus who took care of the dirty work killing the last archmage? Check. Kill the servants of daedric princes in order to earn their favor and hoard their artifacts? Check. Ally himself into a major house of Morrowind? Check. Pledge service to Hermaeus Mora in exchange for forbidden knowledge? He has no soul to lay claim to, so double check. Zapping Alduin’s scaly hide back to Oblivion to lord over the dragons still on Nirn? Check. Betraying Paarthunax just to keep the Blades as useful minions? Check.

[veshialles]

I’ve always felt kinda bad about the hate the Altmer seem to get in the Elder Scrolls fandom, even if some of the flak is justified. So here’s a bit of an appreciation post for my High Elf Dovahkiin, as she appears in Skyrim Special Edition (with mods, of course). 

Her name is Silteya Larethael. She’s kind of a Jack-Of-All-Trades type of character, mainly because I have like zero focus when leveling skills, but also because I think it kind of fits the background I’ve given her. She mostly wields an Elven sword, which I’ve decided to name “Shatterstar”, usually paired with a spell in the other hand. However, she’s no stranger to using a bow and arrow or a crossbow for long-range attacks.

I’m gonna put more detailed information about her backstory below a cut, for anyone who’s interested.

     Silteya Larethael grew up in a small farming town in the Summerset Isles, with her mother, father, and sister. Though life at home was mostly peaceful and calm, there was a subtle dissent among the general public.  Though most who were pushing for change did so in a peaceful manner, the growing tension between the xenophobic Thalmor rulers and a more liberal but equally extreme group known as The Beautiful proved to be a rather toxic environment. 

     This cultural toxicity, paired with Silteya’s adventurous spirit, motivated her desire to travel. She spent much of her youth and early adulthood saving up enough coin to book passage on a ship to the main continent of Tamriel. Though they were supportive of this effort, Silteya’s family was unwilling to simply uproot themselves, and so they stayed behind while Silteya left for her adventure.

     Silteya’s travels lead her mostly north through Valenwood and Cyrodiil, except for some zigs and zags that took her briefly into Elsweyr and Hammerfell. She didn’t tend to stay in any particular place for very long, wanting to see as much of Tamriel as possible. Silteya’s travels eventually brought her to the frigid and mountainous province of Skyrim, where she was greeted with suspicion and distrust by many of the locals due to the reputation of the Thalmor. 

     For the first month and a half of her stay in Skyrim, Silteya frequently moved from hold to hold, picking up odd jobs here and there to get by. One of these such errands took her close to the mining village of Darkwater Crossing, where unbeknownst to Silteya, Imperial soldiers had set up an ambush and were lying in wait for a high priority band of Stormcloak rebels. When detained by the Imperials, Silteya failed to present any form of legitimate documentation, and so she was carted off to Helgen with the rebels. Upon arrival, one of the commanders ordered her to be executed alongside the other prisoners, but thankfully (and unfortunately for the rest of the town) Silteya’s execution was interrupted when an immense black dragon swooped down from the sky and attacked Helgen, burning it to the ground.

     Throughout her travels, Silteya has made a habit of writing letters home to her family, telling them of her adventures across Tamriel, both the exciting and the mundane. Due to the immense distance though, she rarely gets replies to her letters, but is always delighted when they arrive. After getting a pardon from one of the Jarls for illegally crossing the border, Silteya purchased a home in Whiterun so that any future letters she receives will be sent to an actual address. 

[griffinsandpeacocks]

Get Up And Write Week 2: “I’ll be here ‘til we collide, I don’t care if I survive.″ Force of Nature, Bea Miller

Warning: I have a head cannon due to the altmer maintaining their population despite their disturbing habits on the Isle that certain male mer could carry a child. I mean the altmer should have died out other wise especially given a lot of them died in the Oblivion Crisis, so my head cannon is that they have a minority in the male population that can carry a child. Please turn back if that is not your cup of tea. I rather not deal with flamers thank you.

Faernil sat in the cell looking up the ceiling feeling hopeless. He hadn’t done anything but then again he’d been asking to get screwed by being in Skyrim of all places to begin with. He should have known better. His arms tighten around his legs and he sighs. He was just looking for his son. He needed to find Martin. He was going to die instead. He hears the guards move but doesn’t look his stomach churns when he smells food from the hall he sighs and drops his head onto his knees. 

“Martin... Please stay safe...” He whispers terrified he wasn’t going to be able to help his son at all anymore. He had wanted to stay with him, Martin had always been saddened by not having his father but Faernil had said even if Martin had died to save them, he was still there watching from the stars. Aside that, Faernil would always be there for him as long as he should want him around. Faernil sighed he had held the favor of The Nine for a time but still... His little son was well trained and even if he died to some cruel nords his brat could survive on his own. He took a lot after his father he could pass for a breton unless his ears were on show and then again if he tanned his skin went from the dull tan to a golden sheen like his own. 

He had had no stolen good on him and hadn’t even done anything in fact he’d been trying to get supplies so he could search further, as he hadn’t seen Martin at Darkwater crossing where they’d agreed to meet back up. He had heard a group of Imperials attacked a group of Stormcloaks and he felt his chest tighten. He was terrified his baby was gone. Yet he’d looked he hadn’t found his body, so Martin was either on the run from the fighting or he’d been captured. He can’t stop the soft sob. 

“What are you upset about? Being in a cell?” The guard asks and Faernil scoffs lifting his head and rubbing his tears away into his sleeve. At least they’s let him keep his mage robes. Another mistake he’d wager. 

“No... I don’t care of my circumstance... I’m worried my son is out there hurt or dying and I’m no where near to help him like I’ve promised since he was old enough to understand words.” Faernil says looking over at the blond that looks at him with concern. His stomach growls again  as the smell of food drifts down and Faernil drops his head to his knees and hides the sigh. The man moves and the elf looks up shocked when the man offers a chunk of bread.

“Won’t this get you in trouble?” Faernil asks cautious and the blond smiles blue eyes rather dazzling.

“Not really? We’re not the Thalmor we do feed our prisoners.” He says and Faernil stands a bit shaky as he’d curled up in the corner since he’d been thrown in on his face. He takes the bread with a soft thanks and the man asks him what he did which gets the elf to laugh a bit sad.

“Being gold with pointy ears is my best guess. I was bartering to continue looking for my son and got grabbed and told I’d broken some such law and if I wanted to live I’d go with them.” He says honestly. The man frowns and asks if his things had been placed in the chest and Faernil shakes his head and says they’s gone upstairs with it. The man storms off and Faernil sighs and moves back to his corner. 

A commotion is heard up above and the elf waits and eventually the same blond that had given him the bread came back a bag in his hands and a bruise forming on his jaw. Another man more formally dressed by Skyrim standards walks behind him.

“So this all is yours?” The first ask setting it on the ground he opens the bag and shows the contents. The elf comes closer. Most of his things are there and some that are not. He points out what’s not his and mentions some of his easier to sell supplies are gone. The man growls and the man places a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t, it’s not worth it. You what were you accused of?” He asks and Faernil sighs. He explains again he’d just been bartering and gotten a vague arrest. They looked at the reports and nothing said anything about Faernil being in the cells. So the regally dressed man opened the cell and handed over the bag of everything. Faernil tried to say he couldn’t take what wasn’t his but the older of the two nords looked at him and Faernil could see his patience wearing thin.

“Accept it as payment for being wrongly imprisioned as there’s no record we have no idea who those things belonged to. They’re likely dead. Take them.” Faernil sighs and nods, giving up the argument. He looks at the younger nord.

“Thank you. Truly you could have left me in there, I can go look for Martin again.” He says smiling and the younger man shrugs and rubs the back of his neck.

“You reminded me of someone who got dragged into Helgan with us. I’m Ralof by the way.” He says and the older nord paused and turned to look at the mer again. Faernil feels mildly uncomfortable.

“Can you describe them?” He asks watching Ralof with a feeling of dread in his chest.

“Tall about your height, he had long sandy blond hair and at first I mistook him for a breton but then we went under some sun and there was that gleam you altmer give off. He has bright grey eyes.” Faernil stops him there pain in his features as he tries to make his voice work.

“Last you saw him he was alright?” He asks voice choked and Ralof paused and nods and Faernil sighs his shoulders slumping with relief. 

“We just sent him out to retrieve an Ice Wraith fang.” The older man says and Faernil paused he pursed his lips.

“As a test..?” He asks fear griping his chest. The older nord nods and Faernil feels his chest tighten. 

“He’ll be fine, he made it through Helgan, there was a dragon there and word is he fought one and killed it in Whiterun too.” Faernil feels his heart stop there’s a ringing in his ears and he feels cold.

“What...?” He asks voice tight and Ralof looks sheepish as he sees this is not comforting news to the elf.

“He’s fared far worse than just getting to an ice wraith.” Ralofsays in an almost questioning tone he’s trying to calm the elf down, he can see it’s not working as well as he’d like.

“Damnit Martin... You weren’t supposed to become anyone special. It’ll only get you hurt!” Faernil hissed hands clenching as he thinks how he can stop this. The older nord looks at him with a barely hidden sneer.

“Should he instead die without any honnor like a dog?” He asks and the altmer snarls and glares him down.

“He’d die without knowing how much it hurts when those you fought for turn their backs!” He spits and the man glares and gets closer to him and Faernil steps up so their practically in each other’s face.

“What would you know of people turning their backs on you after you gave your all?” The man shouts and Faernil can sense the power in his voice but doesn’t flinch instead he holds out his hand and summons a simple shield. It’s the crusaders shield. 

“I was a Champion to Cyrodill. They would have my head to hand it over to the Thalmor because I’m a Blade. Don’t test me boy, I’ve loved a man that held dragon blood in his veins you’re parlor tricks won’t phase me. Do not test me, or I’ll show you how fierce a dragon truly is.” Faernil hissed and the man looks to the shield sees the red diamond and steps back glaring at him.

“You’re claiming to be the Seventh Champion?” He asks and Faernil sneers.

“It’s truth not a mere claim. What else do I need to do to prove it? Pull out the shattered amulet of my long dead lover?” He snarks and Ulfric gives him a curious look.

“You have the shattered amulet of kings?” He asks and Faernil sniffs feeling the urge to cry he fights back the tears as he vanishes the shield and reached under his robe and pulled out the broken amulet he stares down at it sadly.

“I’ve had it since that last battle.” He says softly there is clear pain in his voice. Ralof bumps their shoulders together and Faernil looks up and smiles at the young nord.

“You’re Martin’s father then?” He asks and Faernil laughs and blushed shaking his head.

“Mother.” He corrects and both men look at him confused.

“It’s a trait we mer prize, since we’re so obsessed with purity it’s hard to have a female child so having a son who can carry on the linage in either fashion is well sought after. I’m one of the unlucky sods with the trait.” He says softly.

“Unlucky, how?” Ralof asks and Faernil sighs and his hand clenches around the amulet he feels the shattered stone cut into his palm but pays no heed to it.

“Unlucky because if I get dragged back to the isle I become a brood mare.” The elf explains and Ralof looks at him confused and Faernil shrugs blushing as he looks to the side and coughs.

“We basically go through a time where we become extremely fertil, there are ways to encourage that out of turn So I’m not just concerned he’ll get hurt... I might be mildly terrified of what could happen to me.” Faernil says softly opening his hand he heals the cuts and puts the amulet back and then holds out his hand to heal Ralof’s face the bruise fading away quickly under a master healer’s hand.

“You know healing magic?” The older nord asks.

“I’m a master in the healing arts. I... Used to just be adept but after having my son I became overprotective. He once to prove a point vanished for a couple days on his own and when I found him he’d made a camp and had fended for himself remarkably well he then told me if I kept coddling him he was going to go join the Legion which... Was enough of a wake up call I started to teach him all I knew that he was willing to learn.” Faernil says softly and Ralof looks at him with a curious look.

“No offense meant but... You look like a breeze could knock you over.” Ralof states and the older nord is now laughing and Faernil will admit he enjoyed the sound as much as the arrogant man irked him.

“Well... I mean... You’re not wrong.” Faernil agrees laughing softly.

“Would you be willing to join with your son? We could use healers.” The man says and Faernil looks at the nord skeptically.

“No. I will heal any injured you have here... But I refuse to be involved in another war. I watched so many die in the last one... I can’t do that again. Going out and killing dangers to people like aggressive wildlife and bandits is one thing... Killing men who are just taking orders... I can’t do that anymore. I watched my own knights die so that me and my son could flee from Thalmor with these gods forsaken relics... I gave up on fighting then. We had hid waited and gone back... You know what those bastards did to my knights?” Faernil asks and Ulfric looks at him. Ralof looks sick already.

“What?” He asks and Faernil sneers.

“They had cut off their heads and put eight of them on pikes. The ninth knight, the knight for Talos, was strung up like some garish decoration in pieces to make the rune for liar. I... I don’t want to deal with it anymore... I can’t stand the thought of that happening again... Yet you nords have a painfully accurate saying ‘War, the season unending.’ It’s true. Those of us that live on Nirn are petty at our core. Thus war is eternal and self sustaining.” Faernil says and he looks at the older nord.

“I can show you to the area our injured are, we are in painful need of healers with your skill.” He says and Faernil sighs knowing now that he showed a needed talent this man would hound him for it. He follows them securing his bag and watches as a tall rugged blond drags the two who’d thrown him in jail down the stairs they’d come up. He doesn’t pay any further heed following the two he enters a room that reeks of blood. Faernil has to step bag a sick look on his face he covers his mouth and nose and swallows he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as fire and death flash behind his eyes. Yet he fights it all back, there are dying men that need his help. He swallows thickly and walks back in the two nords watching him as he walks the room Wunfurth watches him as he’s been seeing what he can do. Faernil goes to one man who is giving shallow rattling breaths and he sees the fire in his eyes and smiles softly.

“I’m here to help.” He says gently and his hands glow as he gently checks the man over seeing it’s a miracle the man’s alive his ribs were broken likely from a shield or hammer blow and it’s shocking he was managing to breath. Faernil winced as it was going to hurt when he fixed the ribs.

“Take as deep a breath as you can. This will hurt...” He advises the man takes a breath ready to tear into the elf with words but Faernil takes the chance and channels his magic the ribs lifting off the lungs and setting in place Faenril holds the magic and mutters under his breath a specific spell until he feels the easy flow signaling the ribs were set. The man had his jaw and eyes clenched shut but hadn’t wailed in pain. Faernil stops his magic and looks at the jug of water near by and pours a small glass he helps prop the man up just a bit so he can drink and then he channels some more healing through the man fixing several injuries that had been building into serious internal damage if they’d been left much longer. 

The elf went about the room like that healing the majorly damaged ones first before he found others that had breaks that were mending but some were done in a hurry and needed re-breaking. Faernil sighs and just keeps healing what he can that is easy or quick before he moves onto the ones that need to be hurt again before being healed properly. It was his least favorite type of healing. Though the nords in the room he’s been circling in for the past week have begun to call him an angel and he smiles as some would share stories with him and others were weary of him still. He enjoyed it though as much as it made him nauseous he loved to help people it was in his soul. 

“Hey, there’s a few new guys coming in. A soldier he’d healed previously says walking in with a wince, he’d been made a guard at the palace at Faernil’s suggestion. He’d healed but there was always going to be lingering damage that made him a more reliable guard than a soldier. At least as a guard he’d be within close range of a healer if the injuries flared and caused him to get hurt again. Faernil smiles at him and gestures at empty beds and he stands from the chair he’d been resting in and the soldier that had gotten him to sit groans in frustration.

“How in all Oblivion do you not get tired?” He asks exasperated and Faernil laughs.

“I do, I just hide it really well.” He teases as he helps get the injured men and women into beds though some fight it not trusting the elf. Faernil had reluctantly agreed to stay at the Palace and become the resident healer. Only because if he stayed he’d eventually see Martin. Ralof and Ulfric had said when the young man came in they’d call for him so he could say hello to his son and they could both be assured the other was safe. Faernil had slowly become at home in the chilly palace and had even begun to see perhaps not all the nords were close minded assholes. Many were genuinely happy to see him about the palace when he’d leave the healing rooms when his presence wasn’t urgently needed. 

The new group had one man that had his eyes wrapped and Faernil saw the lingering burns of magic and cringed already aware of what had happened even as another explains he was rescued from a group of Thalmor. Faernil stayed quite not wishing to distress the man he was as gentle as he could be unraveling the bandages he saw the man’s eyes were severely damaged. If he’d see at all it would be a miracle and testament to Faernil’s healing abilities. He sighs again he straightens up and takes a deep breath as he starts to heal focusing harder than necessary so he doesn’t have to chant and possibly terrify the poor soldier. He sags tiredly against the wall after doing what he can silently. It’s a huge strain as the words in a chant help direct the magic to do specifics but when silent one had to focus so solely on what they needed it drained on their will much more than just a powerful spell would.  

“I... I can see? How...” The man sound startled and confused and Faernil steps away worried how he’ll react to see an elf. He glanced to another soldier in a bed who’s recovering and they purse their lips and watch the man.

“We have a talented healer helping us now.” He says slowly and the man looks at the other soldier and Faernil moves a bit away to help some other soldiers first though one is very angry and very awake.

“Get away from me you filthy gold skin bastard.” He snarls as Faernil approaches and the conversation ceased in the room everyone now looking at Faernil who just blinks at the man.

“You know, I took a bath not too long ago so not filthy also not a bastard despite a quite a few people swearing otherwise. Now be silent and still so I can heal you and get you out of my care as quickly as I can.” He sighs and flicks his hand to immobilize the man long enough he sets the breaks and heals the lacerations and then looks to the two guards that typically stay outside the room but when new injured soldiers come they like to come in to be sure the elf isn’t hurt trying to help. It had happened once as he was tending an unconscious soldier who’d woken up in fight mode and had almost strangled him. He backs up and releases the spell the man glaring and about to go off when the previously blind soldier speaks up.

“You’d insult a man that just healed you? Someone who has no reason to help you and could have left you for dead?” He asks and the man glanced over anger clear in his face.

“You went through it, how can you even begin to trust this bastard?” He spits back and the previously blind man sneers.

“Because there’d been an elf with us who was equally tormented you blind fucker. He took more than the rest of us because when those black robed assholes came in he’d insult them so they’d target him. He died before the rest of us and if I hadn’t followed suit we’d all be sporting more damage. So shut your mouth before I get up and rip out your tongue.” Faernil froze and turned.

“Did you know his name?” Faernil asks terrified and the man looks at him and nods.

“He wasn’t a Stormcloak, he was just a dunmer that had gotten caught when he’d tried to help us in the skirmish that saw us captured. His name was Servas.” The man says and Faernil’s form relaxes he’s sad to hear a dunmer had been put through that but it wasn’t Martin.

“You were scared it was someone you knew?” The man asks and Faernil gives a soft smile as he moves about healing others in need of his care.

“I had feared it was my son, Martin would be that bold... Or stupid. If the Thalmor ever caught him they’d make his death slow and painful.” He says softly frowning now as he treats the injuries of a woman covered by fire burns these burns are different from any he’s dealt with before... He paused and sighs his magic isn’t as effective on them and it’s troubling. He paused and looked at the alchemy table. He always hated yielding to alchemy where his magic failed. He was still a very proud mage. He looks at the woman and pursed his lips trying to think of a calm way to say that he was borderline useless in her case.

“Dragon fire’s that different from magical burns then?” She asks cracking a pained smile and he sighs nodding.

“I’m afraid my magic is near useless in this case. However, I can make some salve that should hopefully help. It will take a while to make so I’m afraid you’ll be in pain longer than I would like.” He sighs and she shrugs wincing as she does.

“Eh I’m a warrior I’m used to it.” Faernil hissed and stood.

“Doesn’t mean you should be because of my incompetence!” He growls and stalks to the alchemy table realizing he doesn’t have the proper stock to make the potion. He stares down at the table a moment. He turns on his heel and looks at  the woman.

“I’m an idiot.” Faernil states simply with a deadpan expression and she laughs.

“Out of ingredients?” He nods and packs up his small bag and paused. He wasn’t keen on walking around the city as he didn’t know what had happened with those that had screwed him over the first time. Yet.. He looks around at those in the room some were asleep some were talking with others. Some hated him and others were genuinely thankful. He walks out with a soft promise he’d be back shortly. He walks down and Yrsarald looks up from the map and blinks at him in shock.

“The golden angel has emerged from his healing room!” He says as a joke and Faernil laughs.

“I Wouldn’t if it weren’t for my lack of ability to help with dragon burns. The burns resist the healing of magic so I need to make a salve. Unfortunately I need to go on an ingredient trip.” Faernil sighs and Yrsarald frowns.

“You’ve been using your own stock... Let me see about getting some money for you to get more than some scraps pulled together.” He says and Faernil blushed and he bows his head in shocked thanks. He follows him out and sees Ulfric in a heated debate and hears him raise his voice when Galmar asks what drives him. That line.. ‘I fight so that all the fighting I've already done hasn't been for nothing! I fight... because I must.’ Faernil paused and shook softly. He stares down and starts whispering a prayer to all The Nine and their various names. He startles when a hand lands on his shoulder. Galmar is looking at him.

“What are you doing?” He asks eyes narrow in suspicion. Faernil blinks and goes to answer. 

“Praying. For you lot.” A voice Faernil knows well and a smile breaks out on his face and a saying leaves him in altmeris that is roughly a saying that means a joyous meeting was upon those in the area. Martin smiles and says it back and walks up and hugs his mother who wraps his son in his arms tightly and Faernil can’t hold back a flood of heartfelt altmeris that was a garble of apologies and thanks that he’d come back safe. Martin was the last shred of family and happiness Faernil had and he hated being parted from him, especially when in such dangerous circumstances. 

“You are going to give me grey hair.” Faernil sighs softly as he pulls back smiling at his son and thankful he was unharmed minor marks that never had been there. Faernil tuts and turns the young Martin’s face about frowning in worry.

“You’ve had close calls...” He notes and Martin blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Calm down, I just don’t have as much experience dealing with loathsome pricks.” He jokes and Faernil laughs now suddenly uncomfortable. 

“Martin... I might have experience, but that does not mean I don’t have close calls. Speaking of I need to go get supplies to help heal a woman covered in dragon burns.” Faernil says now side tracked back to his initial plans and Yrsarald laughs near Ulfric who watches eyes seeming like chips of cold ice sharp and piercing. Faernil paid it no mind but Martin seemed to. He caught the look and he stared right back his posture changed his form seeming to become charged. Faernil pushed it to the back of his mind and made a split decision.

“I’ll become a healer but I stay here... I can’t face what waits out in the open field. I’ve done enough for this gods forsaken continent. I refuse to hold dying men and women and hear names of their loved ones. I can’t handle that anymore, I will break, but healing the soldiers that come back... That I can do.” Faernil says softly and Ulfric nods. 

“I’ll see to it you have what you need.” He says and Martin tosses a cloth to Galmar who catches it opening it he cracks a grin and chuckles. 

“So you did it.” He says sounding approving and Martin looks at his mother.

“I’m a Stormcloak now right?” He asks and his mother pursed his lips Faernil won’t say a word against it. He nods and gestures his son forward.

“Fight for whatever cause fills your heart with courage and pride.” He says softly and Martin’s face lights up knowing Faernil wasn’t upset. The elf was however secretly terrified. He watched his son swear in and he looks to Ulfric who watches Martin a look in his eyes, it’s calculating. Faernil paces a bit in the alchemy shop later waiting for his order to be fully brought together by the master who was bickering at his apprentice. He ignores it and takes the bundle paying with money given to get the ingredients and he freezes as the man speaks of the vial and his apprentice insists he can’t go. Life work wasted... He had a foolish soft spot.

“Tell me more, I’m willing to go. No one should watch their life’s work wither in their twilight hours.” He says and the master explains much. As Faernil goes out he brews the salve and contemplates his soon to be new adventure. He carefully helps the woman apply the salve and he’d shown Wunfurth the salve and how it was made in case they needed more of it. He explained he was going on a short trip as there was an alchemy related relic he heard tail of and wished to look into it. Ulfric nods the people in Faernil’s care were all recovering, thus Faernil was free to do what he’d like. 

The trip wasn’t bad in fact it was less an adventure than he’d thought. It was a fairly easy in and out trip. The sad part was getting the broken phail back sad to see the other mer look so crushed and despondent. The apprentice asks him for help once the altmer goes to lay down. Faernil pursed his lips, two he had on hand, powdered mammoth tusk could be used in potions to help set bones. The hart was merely an easy commodity. It was useful enough he liked having at least a few on hand.

“I’ve no clue how to get the snow... I have the other things but...” He sighs and he and the apprentice feel despondent as Faernil leaves and goes back to the palace and Faernil starts pouring through the library he finds in the Palace when he isn’t treating patients trying to find out where this unmelting snow could be or if it was possible to get at all. His son finds him in the room later that month leaning on his alchemy table heavily shaking all over as he can feel a heat flaring. He looks at his son who he’d told what to look for and Martin is frozen in shock never having thought he’d see his mother like this.

“A heat?” Faernil nods and he stands shakily and tries to move out of the room to go and find a place he can hide in until it passes but Martin stops him. 

“I’ll go ask Ulfric for a place to hide you.” He says and rushes out Faernil shakily sits in a chair full body tremors wracking his form. He looks up at the door Martin coming in with Ulfric who paused never having seen the elf blush this fiercely and Faernil swallows thickly as all he wants to do is something he refuses to acknowledge. 

“He needs to have a safe place to wait this out. I’m not going to have him get hurt not while I can protect him.” Martin says fiercely. Faernil looks down and starts up a mantra trying to keep his focus long enough he won’t jump someone and beg they help him. Ulfric helps him up which has Faernil on the verge of doing what he’s fighting not to he is panting heavily and trying hard to focus as he is placed in a room and Ulfric swears he’ll have Yrsarald watch it as Yrsarald was straight and respected the elf enough he’d keep the room secure until he came back to himself. Faernil lost any track of time from there. He woke up finally back to his senses and felt mortified. He hid in the room remembering foggy parts of the last couple days where he had tried seducing Yrsarald on several occasions. The door opens and Yrsarald peeks in.

“Ah, you’re aware again.” He says and Faernil sinks lower into the bed hiding under the blanket. The nord laughs softly.

“You might have tried jumping me but you were easy to put off. It’s Ulfric you’ll want to be more concerned about.” Yrsarald says placing a tray with food down. 

“What did I do?” Faernil asks muffled and the nord laughs at the childish behavior.

“You may have had your tongue down his throat at some point when he had swapped with me to bring you food as I had to take care of something personal.” Yrsarald says. Faernil screams into the soft bed and Yrsarald walks out trying not to laugh. Eventually the elf comes down in his healing robes, he’d switched out of his typical ones hoping to make an impression and not be shouted through a wall for his horrible behavior when the cycle he went through hit. His robes are styled like the clothes back on the Isle, they had a creamy over-robe a white under-robe that was only held closed by the fawn colored belt that kept it wrapped proper then the high colored grey undershirt and leather leggings he wore under it his black travel boots were a staple. He walks down and froze hearing Ulfric talking with Martin.

“He wasn’t thinking clearly he didn’t mean to offend or give any suggestions, Jarl, he’ll probbably be mortified of what he’s done when he comes to.” Martin was saying nervously and Ulfric sounds flustered when he replies.

“He stuck his tongue down my throat and you tell me he wasn’t trying to mean anything by it!?” Faernil feels like sinking into the floor.

“According to half the troops he’s treated you’re a lucky sod.” Galmar says and Ulfric growls as Martin makes a choked sound possibly fake gagging at the thought. Faernil stays where he is too afraid to go further. 

“Lucky! Lucky that he’ll be disgusted when he’s clear headed?” Ulfric barks and Martin shouts next.

“I said mortified! He isn’t like the Thalmor! Don’t you dare accuse him of thinking men to be beneath him!” Martin sounds offended and Faernil knows his son’s temper when he feels his mother’s being insulted and sweeps out Ulfric who’d gone to shout back at the newer Stormcloak froze eyes locking onto Faernil;s form the instant he stepped into the hall. Martin though was getting ready to start up a new round of insults and Faernil swept up and wrapped a hand over his mouth. Looking down unable to meet the nord’s gaze Faernil met Martin’s when his son looked back and up at him. Faernil hid his tears as well as he could.

“Don’t yell at the Jarl, Martin. He has a reason for thinking I’d feel that way, though who I’m disgusted with isn’t him. I should have better control of myself. You need to watch your temper.” Faernil says softly. He steps back and bows to Ulfric and turns to head back to the healing room.

“I have patients to tend to but my most sincere apology my Jarl. My behavior was abhorrent and I regret you seeing that. I’ll take care the next one is somewhere it won’t bother anyone.” Faernil states walking away. Yrsarald sees him and goes to say something but seeing the pained expression and tears stops him and he watches as the mer moves up the stairs like someone lit his robes on fire. He paused set down his map and walked into the hall.

“Who the fuck upset him and who am I throwing through a wall?” He asks and Martin points at Ulfric and Ulfric paused blinking at Yrsarald in confusion.

“I’m not sure why he’s upset... Other than the incident. Why are you this upset?” Ulfric’s curious Yrsarald rarely got this confrontational unless fighting. Yrsarald glares at his Jarl.

“Respectfully Jarl Ulfric, he’d been upset he jumped you as he’d been afraid he’d caused offense. He hadn’t been crying when he came out here, and he’d been listening for a while before walking out. So, what the hell has him that upset?” Yrsarald asks calmly though he’s giving off pure rage. Galmar looks at Ulfric.

“You might want to go talk to him.” He suggests and Martin nods sagely watching Ulfric who looks at the three who stare at him in varying stages of rage to Galmar’s bland unimpressed expression. 

“If my mom is crying when I go up to him to tell him I help Quintis fix that stupid Phail I will shout you through a wall. Just a heads up.” Martin states walking out of the palace and Yrsarald points at the room with the stairs that lead up. Ulfric sighs. When had his life become this much of a disaster? He walks up and hears several voices in the room several asking the elf if he was okay. The mer gave a reply but it was too soft for Ulfric to hear, he moves closer and pressed an ear to the door.

“You mean... You went through a weird... Elf cycle thing... Which makes it really hard for you to focus let alone reason out not to do certain things that increase your chances of getting laid... Kissed the Jarl and now you’re terrified he’s disgusted with you and is angry?” A soldier asks. There’s a painful sounding laugh.

“Yes that about sums up my epic stupidity. I can’t recall everything.. It takes a while after a cycle... I... I haven’t had to deal with them in so long since I’ve always had Martin with me and now of all times I go and practically spit in my host’s face...” Faernil’s voice; Ulfric knows it well enough and there’s snickers in the room.

“Mouth more like...” Someone jokes there’s laughs but a groan he can tell is the elf.

“Please it is not amusing the least bit. I might literally die and you all are making it sound as if he’ll skip in here laugh it off and tell me what a grand job I’m doing.” Faernil whines and they all go quite.

“He won’t risk chasing off such a great healer. It would loose too many men and women. Even if you are an altmer, you aren’t such a bad catch, in my opinion he’s lucky he got a kiss. He’d be foolish to be offended and angry, I mean if he’s straight he should brush it off, if not pursuing you be a great idea.” A female says and Faernil laughs.

“I’m flattered sweet heart but I don’t think the Jarl feels the same. His words were and I quote ‘Lucky! Lucky that he’ll be disgusted when he’s clear headed!’“ Faernil sighs sounding sad almost.

“Wow you have it hard for the Jarl don’t you?” That’s Ralof, he comes up to talk with the elf when not on a mission. Ulfric listens not sure why, he thinks it must be because this elf had treated everyone with the same level of care even the man that almost hurt him he had treated to his full capability. There’s a long stretch of silence then a heavy thump against the door someone sliding down by the sound of it. Then softly he hears a sob.

“Why do The Nine hate me?” It’s Faernil.

“No! Don’t cry! Please, I’m terrible at this kind of thing! Gurdur says so all the time!” It’s Ralof again and there’s rustling faintly and then he feels a softer thump against the door. 

“I’m not crying!” Faernil hissed and Ulfric can almost see the elf rubbing stubbornly at his face and storming away from Ralof. The elf had been kind in all his interactions it wasn’t hard to see how and why he had made so many friends so quickly.

“Dear, you look like you’re drowning. Sit down and talk it out; you look like you need it.” A female soldier says and Ulfric hears the rustle of movement and then Faernil starts talking.

“I... I Don’t know when, why, or how, all I know is he caught my attention. Heh... Actually how I do know... ‘I fight so that all the fighting I’ve already done hasn’t been for nothing!’ He’s... I know that feeling... I know what it’s like to feel like you’ve given as much as you possibly can and yet you’re being pushed into a corner more and more being demanded and you feel like you’re drowning... And you fight because you can do nothing else. You dig in your heels and you bare your teeth because the things you’ve already done will not be for nothing. I... He isn’t bad on the eyes I suppose... I like his laugh it’s deep like thunder... I don’t know if I can stand it if I have to keep standing alone... Martin’s an adult I can’t keep shadowing him... He’ll need to be alone to grow... Mommy can’t just smother him his whole life.” Faernil sighs and Ralof speaks up.

“You won’t be alone. Each of us you’ve made friends with will be here and if not Ulfic someone out there will love you, no one who can see how much you care from your soul not fall head over heels for you.” Ralof says and there’s agreement echoed in the room.

“I have a brother that I know has an elf fetish.” A man speaks up ad there’s a groan and a round of laughs. Faernil sighs at least Ulfric thinks he does.

“You lot are a great help but... No thank you... I don’t need a blind date. I just need my heart to stop being so foolish. I lost Martin Septim in The Oblivion Crisis... Even if I could have the Jarl... What’s to say I won’t loose him to this war?” Faernil asks as he stands and walks to the other end of the room and starts on his potions he’ll need to help some injuries that his healing magic won’t do much for. Ulfric stands in shock at the other side of the door and feels a heavy feeling in his chest. He had a terrible experience at the hands of elves, Thalmor, and since then he’s been distant or outright hostile towards them. He turns unable to face the elf that he isn’t sure he can face in front of others right now.

Yrsarald sees him and paused he can tell Ulfric isn’t sure what to do and has obviously learned something that’s troubling him. So he’ll just wait. Ulfric goes to Galmar and they talk of the next moves on the war. Ulfric has little clue how he feels on this or even how to react with the new knowledge. It takes months before he has even the smallest clue. In that time Faernil has come and gone several times coming back looking exhausted and skirting the hall as if trying to avoid attention, or maybe Ulfric. He eventually grows comfortable near the Jarl but the elf keeps a poised air and acts with nothing but respect towards Ulfric. 

When a dragon attacks the city Faernil is one of the first to respond as he is out in the city when it happens. The shriek it lets out as it rears it’s head back and tries to scorch the area Faernil just throws his hands up with a chant on his lips the fire raining down stopped and held at bay as people flee and soldiers and guards respond rushing forward drawing their bows and Faernil chants keeping the shield though sweat beads at his brow as the heat stings his palms. He lets it fall as the fire dies and he spins ice gathering around him he throws an ice spike straight into it’s face and as it’s head thrashed he gathers lightening and runs forward he leaps onto a smaller wall and leaps higher Ulfric had rushed out planning to use his own thu’um to fight the beast back and watches as Faernil let’s lose a bolt of bright violet light that lands straight in the beasts open maw. It thrashed body going limp and it falls as Faernil lands it’s body dropping down onto him Faernil spins down and crouched magic flaring around him as the beast lands on him. 

“Get him out from under it!” Ulfric shouts and the troops rush to help him move the dragon Faernil is crouched in a glimmering shield but he’s shaking and the shield crashed as he drops face first into the snowy cobbles. Ulfric hefts the dragon as high as he can off the elf and barks at someone to get the elf. Ralof who had been in the city to report how a mission he lead went ducks under and drags the elf out and lays him down patting his face and trying to wake him as everyone else drops the dragon and turn to watch. 

“Faernil, wake up... You’re too stubborn to die...: Ralof says nervous as he pats the elf’s face again. He winced and back handed him and the elf’s eyes go wide they glow blue and a shock sends Ralof flying a few feet through the snow with a yelp. The elf sits up panting looking around wide eyed and when he sees Ralof smoking he goes pale and slips trying to stand too quickly and getting caught on his robes.

“Damit!” He shouts and Ulfric hauls him to his feet Faernil doesn’t pause he rushes to Ralof and crouched hands shaking as he checks for a pulse. He hides his face in his hands.

“You don’t wake up a mage that’s magically exhausted you idiot. You lucky idiot.” Faernil sighs. He drinks a mana potion and sends a gentle wave of healing over the nord who groans and sits up.

“Got it... Next time Ulfric hits you...” He groused rubbing his chest with a wince and Faernil turns looking at the group.

“I... Thank all of you... I wasn’t going to be able to hold that shield up and the dragon off of me much longer... I wasn’t even sure that the lightening was going to kill it...” Faernil says looking down and someone shouts about it not being dead and Faernil responds so quickly Ulfric’s surprised the elf didn’t slip. He summons a spectral blade and embeds it in the beast’s remaining eye.

“Stay down!” He shouts and lightening lights up around him his eyes glow the same soft violet as the sparks surging around him and the dragon thrashed and then went still smoke curling up from it and Faernil sways smoke rising from his hands he waves one and laughs.

“It’s dead now..” He chuckles and falls into the snow. Ulfric cursed and checks for a pulse he picks up the elf and brings him to the healing room asking Wunfurth to look the elf over and the mage tries and sighs.

“Ulfric I’m no healer... He’s drained but I can sense he’s alive and not shattered so he’s not likely to die but if or when he’ll wake up I don’t know.” He says and pats the man’s shoulder as he walks out. Ulfric feels cold dread as he sits down in the chair by the bed. If Martin found out he’d die. It takes a week for the elf to stir and even then his hands are burned from his stunts with the lightening antics he’d pulled and his mana is sluggish and slow to build he’s virtually useless as far as magic goes. Wunfurth suggests he not to heavy tasks with his hands and mentions alchemy is in fact on that list and Faernil looks upset, more so than anyone has seen.

“I don’t want to be useless!” He protests and Martin had just walked in.

“What?” He asks eyes becoming daggers and Faernil looks at his son. 

“I killed a dragon and may have... I burnt my hands and drained my mana...” Faernil explains and Martin sighs. He looks exasperated as he walks over to his mother he folds his hands over his mother’s and chants softly a glow around their hands. He pulls back unravels the bandages and smiles up at his mother.

“You’ll be able to do alchemy now! Just don’t stress you’re magic please... We both know you can shatter your core... Please, I might be an adult now but I’m not ready to loose you.” He says hugging his mother close and Faernil sighs and hug Martin back he buries his face in the dirty blond hair.

“I can’t promise you forever, Martin... But I won’t do anything too foolish... Not unless I need to.” He swears and smiles at his son. Martin grins uneasily and nods. It’s several months later when they ride out to Solitude. Faernil goes because he worries and because he needs to be there to help. It is weird and many comment on it but he gives the same answer.

“A battle healer is useful on the front line.” Faernil’s face is set in cold determination but Ulfric can see he is afraid. The night before they would start the siege Ulfric goes to the elf’s tent. He had broached becoming at least a friend to the elf during the time the elf was recovering after felling the dragon. He had to address the fear he saw.

“You don’t have to be here. I can see you’re afraid. If you don’t want to see the death that will wait for us tomorrow you can leave.” Ulfric says and Faernil looks up holding that same shattered ruby from their first meeting. 

“I can’t do that Ulfric. I need to see something... No someone through this fight. Even if it kills me.” He says solemnly. Ulfric grits his teeth.

“You don’t need to protect Martin, he’s a capable warrior, he’s felled dragons, Sovengard he’s the Dragonborn! He can use the Thu’um even better than I can.” Ulfric argues and Faernil smiles softly.

“I’m not talking about Martin. He has his father’s blood running strong in him, he’ll die on his terms and his terms only.” Faernil says softly and Ulfric paused, and decides to reveal what he knew.

“Then you’ve followed me here.” He says and Faernil nods still keeping his neutral expression. They had grown close the elf shattering wall after wall Ulfric had tried to put up and the elf had helped him improve the city while he played War Chief. His reputation had improved and he had worked to treat elves like he would everyone else as after all not all altmer were Thalmor and Faernil had proved it over and over and over again.

“You’re afraid you’ll lose someone precious in this war.” He says and Faernil nods again swallowing thickly.

“Tell me then... If I asked you to come to my tent, to spend this last night of war with me?” Ulfric asks and Faernil suddenly looks conflicted. 

“I... I want to more than I have words to explain... But I can’t... If you fall tomorrow...” Faernil looks terrified and Ulfric moves in close and kneels down cupping the elf’s face.

“I’ll be here until we collide.” Ulfric swears and the elf flushed and leans in gauging if he’s dreaming sure of it when lips meet his. Shocked when the kiss grows deeper and a jolt runs through him alerting him to two facts. One he would spend the night with Ulfric and two, he was certainly not dreaming.

“I don’t care if I survive... You Ulfric have been a light to me for a while... If I can love one last time... Then I’ll die happy even if we fall tomorrow.” Faernil whispers and it’s an oath Ulfric feels it in his bones.

“I plan on making you my Queen so neither of us dies tomorrow, that’s an order.” Ulfric smirks as Faernil smiles.

“As you wish, my King.” Faernil’s eyes glow with sheer joy and Ulfric is glad to have seen that before they go to the final battle.