#vignar

[marischimmer]

Vignar - Chapter 1 - Part 6

Well, a roommate shouldn’t distract her from her routine. She was a long gone subject, after all. Yes, a long gone subject. Not a long gone friend. A. Subject.

Math homework wouldn’t be done by itself, would it. Time to get that done.

It would be easier if she actually understood what she was doing. What was the point in knowing what a parabola is? That wouldn’t help her in real life, would it? It’d be much better if they learnt how to cook something else than noodles and rice, or how to sew, for example. If you want to keep it math-ish, even Home Economics would be better. But the ones who decide what to learn are never the ones in the classrooms, are they.

– Why, hallo dere, Empson. Or should I say princess – greeted someone, loud enough to make her hear him despite the headphones. She decided to ignore him, since no one was allowed to speak to her in that tone – Hey. Dun ignore me, ya piece of shit – the guy said, grabbing her by her hood. Stupid jacket.

– Oh, I’m sorry, were you talking to me? – she asked, as sarcastic as possible, her golden eyes shining in disgust just by seeing him and his lame goons – Is there nothing better for you to do, Selman? I bet your Math homework remains untouched still –

– So what? You ain’t done it eider, didja? –

– And what if I haven’t yet? At least I am going to do it. What about you? Will you let your marks go even lower? –

– ‘S dat a challenge? Are ya challenging me? Don’tja know what happens when ya challenge me? –

– Yes. I win – she said, stabbing his foot with her heels.  Before he realised, she was free from his grip, and was gone by the second. His gorillas were so lame they wouldn’t even try to catch her, being so worried about their “boss”.

Some narrow alleys later, she was back at the school campus. Now she was safe. They wouldn’t dare hit her at school, they had been too many times at Detention already; they would be suspended, at the very least. She should still be more aware of her surroundings. This time it was those idiots, but the next time it could be a robber or a kidnapper.

Jeez. How annoying they were.

She tried to focus on that awful Math homework. Now she had to get a better mark than him. Of course she would, but extra effort wouldn’t kill her. If only she understood the exercise completely… But Mrs. Emily didn’t quite understand the questions they made, and always answered anything else but what they wanted to know. That happened as a homeroom teacher, too, so that’s why they weren’t too happy when they were told she’d be theirs. But, anyways, she was better than many others, and better than nothing at all, so she was accepted.

Math homework. Not Math teacher. Focus.

Actually, now that she thought about it, many teachers had that same problem…

Focus.

What if Shaiel was good at Math? She should check the timetable Kendra gave her; if she was in the same or even a higher level, she could ask her for help, maybe. Just for Math. It wouldn’t harm her, would it?

With that idea in mind, she hurried back to her room, decided to do her best before she arrived. Just to show her how good she was.

– She didn’t recognize me –

Having called Damon in a hurry, she was lying in Shaiel’s bed to avoid messing up all the plushies and cushions neatly covering her own, hiding her head behind a pillow. Who cared if she messed up her roommate’s side instead.

– Pfft- What? –

– She didn’t recognize me. She doesn’t know who I am. She seemed confused, as if she had some déjà vu or something, but she didn’t recognize me – she said, throwing the pillow against him when he started laughing.

Wonderful. Now she wouldn’t hear the end of it.

– Are you done yet? –

– I told you! I told you she ain’t recognizing you! You’ve grown up, you silly, you changed! I bet she changed too –

– ...She is much taller than me now. Were it not for my heels, the difference would be huge. Her English is still as bad as it was though – she said, but there was pride in her voice. It did improve. She just wouldn’t admit it.

– So? Where’s she? –

– I… may or may not have spoken harshly and told her to disappear from my sight –

– OH. MY. GOD! Lisette! – he started laughing again, making her blush. Well, yes, she probably shouldn’t have done that, but there was no reason to tease her like that! – Unbelievable. I ain’t believe you are so- The girl’s new here! Ain’t you wanted to make a nice first impression?? You really are dumb! –

– We all know I’m dumb, Damon, that’s no news –

– No. Wait. I ain’t meant it. No, you ain’t dumb. Damnit –

– Language, D. Do not worry, it is common knowledge by now. Anyways, did you get any more information? – she asked, trying to change the subject. It was no news, really. Everyone said so because it was true.

– I… no, not really. They told her to ask us questions instead, since she got so… well, shy about herself –

– Yes, I noticed. When she saw me she seemed… scared or something. It was… unusual. People tend to hate me, not fear me –

– Guess you’ll have fun with her around –

– Perhaps.., – she said, not paying much attention anymore – Say, what do you want for your birthday? –

– …Ain’t you a tad too early? –

– Come on, you know I like having everything ready beforehand. And it’s less than a month away –

– Fine, fine… What about a new helmet? For my bike, you know. The old one is, well, old. I got tired of it already –

– ...You are worse than me. But, very well! It is decided, then. Expect a new helmet, better than the previous one! By the way, where is your bike? You didn’t have it with you this morning, did you? –

– Nah, it’s in the repair shop. Somethin’s wrong with the breaks; it ain’t letting me stop when I want to –

– …Are you sure you don’t want me to buy you a new one? –

– Hell no! Dad bought it for me, ya know it. I ain’t changin’ it for anythin’. It ain’t matter if it’s second hand or anythin’, it’s mine. I’m keepin’ it until it ain’t fixable no more – he got really worked up. He quickly realised he was on the verge of getting angry at her for no reason and stood up to leave before he made any mistakes – …Welp. I’m off to get snacks. Want some? –

– Heck no, I’m still full from lunch. How do you even manage to keep all that food in your stomach? –

– Genetics, sweetie. Genetics –

– I hate you – she joked, making him chuckle. Good, he wasn’t in that much of a foul mood anymore – Oh, yes, by the way. Kendra is expecting you to make her meet Shaiel. Actually, to try to make them be friends. Don’t disrespect her prediction, now, could you? –

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

I never understood why The Battle-Borns treat The Grey-Manes as if they are poor

I know they're rivals and all but here's the thing

The Grey-Manes much like The Battle-Borns live in The Wind District which is basically where the upper class live save for Amren's family and Carlotta plus The Grey-Manes run the most notorious forge in the country Eorlund is considered the best blacksmith in Skyrim Eorlund makes weapons and armor for The Companions Fralia sells jewelry made by Eorlund Olfina works at The Bannered Mare the only ones who don't have jobs is Avulstein, Thorald and Vignar

Yeah The Battle-Borns run a farm but you can't expect me to believe that a farm makes more money than the most notorious blacksmith in the country who is literally talked about by every single blacksmith in the country even Whiterun's other blacksmith speaks of Eorlund and The Skyforge you really expect me to believe Olfrid's little farm who has so much competition in the hold with Nazeem, Severio Palegia, Sigurd's farm in Riverwood, Vantus Lorius down the road and Rorikstead which is said to be the most thriving farming community in the hold? I know there's like two other blacksmiths in the hold but you can't expect me to believe that Adrienne and Alvor make more money than Eorlund

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Vignar's house

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Art by Ray Lederer

[helgiafterdark]

dragonsreach

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

Ulfric: Alright, who broke it. I'm not mad. I just want to know. Ralof: ...I did! I broke th- Ulfric: No. No you didn't. Yrsarald? Yrsarald Thrice-Pierced: Don't look at me. Look at Vignar. Vignar Gray-Mane: What? I didn't break it. Yrsarald: Then how'd you even know it was broken? Vignar: Because it's right in front of us, and it's broken. Yrsarald: Suspicious. Vignar: No, it's not! Balfhe Hard-Heart: If it matters, probably not, but Jorleif was the last person to- Jorleif: LIAR I was nowhere near it! Balfhe Hard-Heart: Oh, really, then what were you doing just now? Jorleif: My JOB as Ulfric's Steward- Ralof: Okay okay let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay to have it fixed, Ulfric- Ulfric: NO. Who broke it?! Vignar: ...Ulfric. Eryn's been awfully quiet. Eryn: REALLY?! Vignar: Yeah, really- [General fighting] Ulfric, to Galmar Stone-fist: I broke it. I got angry with it, and it broke. But I predict that ten minutes from now, they'll have war paint on their faces and their swords in each other's chests. Galmar, glancing into the room: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

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[umbracirrus]

I'm still absolutely raging about Vignar Gray-Mane.

[m-aiq]

Greymane or Battleborn?

Vignar Grey-Mane has a restraining order on M'aiq. So this one prefers the Battleborns.

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Wednesday

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Have some Thea and Galmar brainrot

“I was Harbinger for six years. All I did was bring honor. And for what!? You wouldn’t let me join something that meant honor to me! So I left! I left cordially. Ysgramor would be rolling in his grave right now….” Thea spat again. Divines, her jaw hurt.

Galmar looked back. He’d never heard her raise her voice. In fact, he’d never heard her speak more than pleasantries to anyone else but him.

Galmar could see the anger that pooled in her eyes. Her clenched jaw. Her knuckles went white. She was ready to pounce.

“People still see you as Harbinger, despite you passing the mantle to me.” Vilkas growled.

Thea narrowed her eyes. “That’s your fault then.” She whispered. She turned away.

Galmar walked over to Thea. He put a hand on her shoulder. “You okay?” He leaned close as he whispered. He put his hand on her cheek where a large bruise started to form. He saw the swelling already. By Talos.

She nodded. “Aye.” She moved away and turned her back. “Just, get them out without harm. They were once family.” She looked over her shoulder at Aela and Farkas. Both looked considerably less angry. Farkas grabbed Vilkas’ shoulder.

Galmar turned and faced the Companions. “You best return to Jorrvaskr before we remove you by force, boy.” He grabbed the waraxe off his back.

Vilkas scoffed. “Gladly. Can’t stand the filth in here anyways. Can’t believe you would let them put Vignar on the throne. I know you hate him.” Vilkas whispered as he turned. The Companions followed after him.

Thea’s shoulders shook. Galmar couldn’t tell if it was from anger or…. He heard a sniff. She was crying. He walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go. Somewhere without people.” He directed her up the stairs and to the Great Porch. She nodded.

Thea walked around the area and made her way to the open end. She looked out onto the plains below. The mountains in the distance. She looked up and saw the first stars twinkling. The auroras started their dance when she finally spoke. “You can go back down. I’ll be okay.” She wiped her face.

“How’s your jaw?” He walked over and put his knuckle under her chin, moving her face to get a look at it. His eyes wandered to her lips when they parted for a moment and then up to her eyes.

Thea listened to Galmar’s heart before answering. “It does hurt. But, I’ll be fine. Vilkas doesn’t hit that hard.” She smiled a bit. “His brother now….” She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. “Ah. They were my family for fifteen years. At least away from home. Sorry.” She tried to move her face, but Galmar placed his thumb on her chin, keeping her face in spot.

Galmar watched the auroras swirled in her eyes. The moons illuminated her face. Her lips. By Talos. He leaned forward. He needed to kiss her.

Thea watched. She felt her world stop. It also felt like she was spinning. She…. She had wanted to kiss him since they retrieved the Jagged Crown and…. Here she was. She leaned forward, her eyes half closed.

The doors burst open. “General!”

Galmar moved away. He thanked the Divines that there was a great distance from the door to where they were. He cleared his throat. He straightened out his armor and walked towards the soldier.

Thea watched him walk away. She was disappointed in the interruption. But, he had tried to kiss her. She smiled and leaned against the wall. She looked up and watched the sky.

[marischimmer]

Vignar - Chapter 1 - Part 5

<<Very well, we have spare time until lunch. What do you want to do?>>

She stared at the blondie, wondering what they could do next. They had already seen a bit of the main field, the dorms, the canteen… And everywhere they went, they were greeted by a massive amount of people.

– Maybe we can… – she found herself saying, speaking her mind – I dunno, stay somewhere less crowdy and… talk? Or somethin’? –

<<We could go to the library>> she wrote after deep thought <<There’s hardly anyone there, and it’s so big no one would run into us>>

– Sounds good to me –

<<This way!>>

When she said the library was big, she meant it. Three whole floors stuffed with shelves, a computer section somewhere according to the evacuation plan, and thousands and thousands of books according to the digital record visible on the librarian’s glasses. That PC really had the brightness set high.

– Oh, hullo there, Miss Frist. You are with a new student, are you not? Are you on Committee duty? – the woman asked, smiling. She looked old, but she somehow seemed full of energy even sitting by the computer. The blondie nodded in response, smiling. The librarian turned to look at her – Very well, then, shall we register you? What’s your name, sweetheart? –

– Ah- May I fill it myself, if you don’t mind? That way we make sure there’s no spelling mistakes; my English is not the best, after all – she offered, as polite as she could, surprising both of them.

– Oh, well… as you wish! I do not see the problem. Here’s the form, take your time to read it – the librarian said, handing her some papers.

<<I didn’t know you could speak like that. It was really polite>>

– Oh, yeah, well, I, emm… I’m k-kinda… used to it, I guess – she said, focused both on the form and what the blondie wrote down. She was too used to it, maybe. She took a glance at every space she had to fill and quickly realized she couldn’t understand half the terms written there. Great. Of course, the blondie quickly caught on.

<<What are you having trouble with?>> she asked, leaning in. Too close. Way too close!

– A-ah, it’s okay! I-I can figure it out myself – she stammered, jumping from her seat, startling her. Did the blondie wince in pain for a second or was it just her imagination?

Would it be too rude to sit a seat away from her? She really wasn’t expecting that. She was too uneasy to sit right beside her now. Maybe she should leave the library instead, make an excuse.

The blondie’s phone rang suddenly, cutting her train of thought.

<<I’m sorry, they need me somewhere else. Do you think you could finish the form and then go back to the dorms? I can pick you up here if you can’t>> she asked, a polite smile on her face. 

– Yeah, I-I can do it. Go do your thing –

<<Alright then! When you give the form to madam Braddock, don’t forget to call her madam. I’ll pick you up for lunch>>

– Ah, okay –

She waited until the blondie was no longer in her field of vision, trying to hide her embarrassment. That was close! Literally. Just why did people always get so close to each other?? She surely thought it was weird. At this rate, she’d scare everyone away without even punching them once. That’d be bad, she had to make friends in here, that was the plan, not scaring them away at first sight! At least not yet…

She took out her phone and translated every word in the form, just in case. She tried to memorize them all so she wouldn’t have this problem again, and when she finished she made her way to the front desk.

While walking, she suddenly felt another presence in the library. She looked around, startled, until she spotted a black-haired girl sitting in front of a computer. Oh, so that was the computer section. Three long tables with, like, three computers lined up on each one, some coffee tables and low armchairs on the side and a desk separated from the rest with a really old computer but a nice office chair in which the girl was sitting. She was right in front of her, but the girl didn’t seem to notice. She was too focused on the images and webpages flashing through the screen. Even with the white light shining on her glasses, she still looked naturally pale. Actually, no, she looked sick. Like when she didn’t go outside for a long time. But if she was used to being outside and got sick inside really fast, then how much time had that girl been sitting there??

The girl suddenly stood up, startling her. She hid behind some shelves without thinking, watching her from between the books. The girl walked some steps and disappeared behind a door with a woman sticker. A bathroom. No, wait, it was a bathroom if it had a bath; that surely didn’t have a bath. A toilet, then, no?

She heard the chimes of the clock in the distance. Twelve gongs. Twelve?? Already?? The blondie said to meet her at the dorms for lunch and she hadn’t even handed in the papers!

She ran all the way to the main desk, naturally without getting lost. When she was close enough to see the librarian, she stopped to settle her breathing. You weren’t supposed to run in libraries, the woman shouldn’t notice.

– Here are the papers, madam – 

– Oh, thank you, miss… –

– Zárate. Shaiel Zárate –

– Very well, miss Zárate. I will add you to the system later. And please be more careful, we do not want you crashing into something, do we? –

– Y-yes, madam. Sorry, madam –

She sprinted back to the dorms in a straight line, ignoring the pavement. Stepping on grass felt better anyways. It was nice, running for a bit again. The cold breeze hit her in the face while she dashed between the other students, slowing down when she was some steps away from her destination. She didn’t crash into anyone nor anything. Not bad, considering she hadn’t exercised since the previous week. All the paperwork and packing left her timeless, not even for her nocturnal walks. She wondered if she could continue those now that she was on a campus. She should definitely ask if there was a curfew. 

She climbed the stairs quickly. The sooner she reached her room, the sooner she would be able to calm herself down to pretend she didn’t take a whole hour to complete that stupid form. She opened the door to the room to find it wasn’t empty this time.

Her roommate was sitting by her desk. And she was glaring at her.

All kinds of alarms went off her head. The weird feeling of nostalgia? she had had all day screamed at her all of a sudden, startling her. 

Her golden eyes squinted, as if judging her. Were her clothes dirty? They surely were, after everything she went through that morning. Maybe she could smell her sweat from there. Why did she have to run?

– I presume you are my new roommate – said the black-haired girl in front of her, coldly. She had such pretty hair. It probably was really soft, like her cousin’s – Well? Are you just going to stand there? –

– I-I… – her head was empty. Introductions. Yes – G-greetings, your highness. My name is Shaiel Zárate. N-nice to meet you –. If she was a princess, then surely that greeting she had practiced for her role plays with her cousin should be enough, no?

Her golden eyes squinted again, in disgust? and she scoffed. Shit.

– I see you at least know your place. I am Lisette, and unless you have unfinished business here, I suggest you disappear from my sight at once – she ordered coldly, turning her back again to continue what she was working on before she interrupted her.

She turned beet red and left as quickly as she came, closing the door softly to not disturb her again. Shit. Shit. Shit. Did her greeting piss her off? Or was it lacking? She seemed to be pleased but at the same time annoyed. Was it too much?? Too little??

Defeated, she walked down the stairs again slowly. She should’ve just waited at the door so the blondie didn’t have to go upstairs. 

She really messed up, didn’t she.

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Maybe its my intense bias but almost all the Stormcloak Jarls suck? I mean like as people AND as rulers. There's a few exceptions but still..

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Eastmarch: Ulfric. Helps Nords. Doesn't help anyone else. Even the other Stormcloak Jarls say they think Ulfic is self interested. Many also seem to think his rebellion is justified, but that Ulfric is doing it for selfish reasons.

Falkreath: Dengeir. Lowkey losing his mind. Suspicious of everyone including abjectly loyal citizens. Only better than Siddgeir because he's not corrupt.

Haafingar: Ulfric again except hes King now. See above.

Hjaalmarch: Sorli the Builder. Totally aloof. Morthal's citizens seem to hate her just as much as Igrod Ravencrone. Cut dialogue shows she isn't even interested in ruling Morthal and wants a position in a more prestigious Hold like Riften.

The Pale: Skald. Huge asshole and abusive to everyone. Probably the worst jarl in any hold because he cant even get Stormcloak loyalists to like him. Enough said.

The Reach: Thongvor Silver-Blood. Genocidal and enriches his family via Cidnha mine slave labor. Thinks his money entitles him to power. Huge racist against non-nords. Hates Forsworn but seems to cover up for their presence in the city while also wanting to imprison them for his mines. Basically a dumber racist version of Maven Black-Briar.

The Rift: Laila Law-Giver. Decent as Jarls go but along with everyone else in Riften politics, she is complicit in corruption. Still far far better than Maven Black-Briar *literally* running the city after the Empire retakes it.

Whiterun: Vignar Grey-Mane. Decent old coot. Has pride in his strong Nord values while not being a racist or overly xenophobic (in comparison at least). Seems proactive about working to protect Whiterun and it's people.

Winterhold: Korir. Racist xenophobic bigot who seems to be passing his prejudice to his son who espouses similar views. Actively hates the College despite it being the only thing bringing people to Winterhold anymore. Won't even foster good relations with the only thing contributing to the economy of Winterhold. Complains about Winterholds decay so asks you to get some ancient crown purely so *he* can get more respect from other jarls. No actual benefit to the hold. Literally blames it on the College when it gets extra cold outside.

All in all, the Imperial Jarls of Falkreath and Riften are the only ones who seem worse than their Stormcloak replacements/alternatives IMO.

Of course it's all my opinion! What are your thoughts?

[helgiafterdark]

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

Isran: The Jarl is in danger.

Eryn, worried: Which one?

Isran: Skald, in Dawnstar-

Eryn: Oh.

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Helllllooooooo Hellions and Hellsite users, 'tis I. Your hostess with the most-est, Winter. And things are just getting started for the Moot. Today, I have for you: Mythical. Magical. Mystical. Idgrod Ravencrone.

Side Note: Things with writing this chapter have been going a bit slowly because I was sick last week, and well, I'm in the middle of primetime grading university essays. It is somewhat likely I won't be posting this week. I am working though! I have 4500 words...and I have only just started writing Moot things. It's likely this chapter is going to be pretty long when I do finish.

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn @sneaksandsweets @blossom-adventures @mareenavee @rainpebble3 @rose-like-the-phoenix and anyone else who would like to participate. I love seeing what others write. &lt;3

Voices begin to swell in the background as the room buzzes with the sounds of gossip. It would seem that not even Jarls are immune to the draw of a good scandal, even if they would want to avoid being talked about themselves. If nothing else, this is certainly an interesting way to commence today’s events.

“If you would all quiet down and take your seats, I’d like to begin. We have a long day ahead of us.” Vignar makes his way to the head of the long table.

Quickly, Ulfric and Dahlia find the last available chairs which happen to be next to Idgrod Ravencrone. They both incline their heads in respect towards the older Jarl despite her prior affiliations and despite the strange visions she claims to have.

Idgrod returns the gesture, first nodding to Ulfric himself and then extending a hand to Dahlia which she reluctantly takes. It is not that she doesn’t wish to take it, but rather that she is afraid of what she will see. While some do not believe in Idgrod’s power, the Dragonborn has had enough brushes with the fantastical and surreal to know that one does not make such claims lightly.

Deep grey eyes narrow as Idgrod grips Dahlia’s hand tightly before turning it over and running wrinkled fingers over the lines of her palm. Soft noises, hums, and mumbled words, fall from her her mouth as she makes a thorough inspection of her palm—all with no explanation or further elaboration. 

All the while Ulfric is the only one who pays her any mind, watching carefully with sharp eyes as it appears that Idgrod has lost herself to her cloudy-eyed visions. After all, why should the other Jarls give her a second glance? At one time or another, they all have fallen victim to her parlor trick, and none of them have found anything extraordinary in her cheap magics. Besides, they all have far more important things to attend to. Their eyes are all trained with apt attention to the welcoming words Vignar offers them.

However, Ulfric is ready. One of his hands has already made its way down to the head of his war axe. Should she make one wrong movement—

“Jarl Ulfric, I mean your wife no harm.” Idgrod snaps his attention from his blade up to her, as she gives him a cryptic smile. “I bid you and your family good tidings.” She pats the back of Dahlia’s hand before letting it drop suddenly. 

Dahlia blinks back at the aging Jarl, not sure what to make of her words to Ulfric, and frowning sightly.

“Don’t frown at me, child. The expression doesn’t suit you,” she tells her but not unkindly. “Besides, we are going to have an interesting next few hours, don’t you think? And you’re going to have some very interesting days ahead of you. You’ll need all the smiles you can manage. We all will.”