#wyress fleur

[serpentwined]

All my mains starting with my Uluscant (Ayleid warden healer), Corentin Gardinier (Breton stam sorc), Lyraine Telvanni (Dunmer mag DK), Za’shana (stabby naked vampire), and Wyress Fleur (Redguard/breton stam warden)

[house-gardinier]

Corentin Gardinier - 20th of Last Seed 2E 586

Second Entry

Well, I've delayed a second entry to this new journal haven't I? You can't blame me for my chronic finger cramps when my father’s got me practicing chiseling again.

I suppose I should mention that my Pa’s a stone mason by trade and hobby. If you ask me what I’d wager he’d be doing right now, I'd place five-hundred gold on something related to that. The house is always filled with slabs of finished and unfinished work--in fact he even built the family house sitting just outside the Bjoulsae River in Evermore. Although my Ma pulled the same amount of weight as he did when they were newlywed.

I got to say, getting through a project like that really proves how much two people mean to each other, and I'm happy that me an Elyse were raised from that. A traveling writer even wove together a folk tale when he met my parents. If you stop by the mages guild in Evermore, ask about ‘The Witch and the Stone Mason’ and they will hand you three short stories about my own Ma and Pa. If Elyse is there, you'll swear she used some magic to teleport to you once the book is mentioned. Were both fairly proud of it I suppose.

As you might have guessed, my mom was the witch. I’m not fond of that word and the ideas that pop into some dolt’s heads when they hear it, so let's call her what she really was, a wyress. My mom was a nature dwelling wyress of the Viridian Woods, there's a story in the mages guild about that as well, but it may not make a whole lot of sense. Nature magic is a some confusing hodgepodge to me, but I know it's something we all have to respect. The Wyrd has been around longer than than any of us bretons have, and even the elves. Kind of terrifying if you think about it too much so I don't do that.

My ma made sure I understood that, but she always liked the work my pa did. There is a good balance in making something out of stone to compliment what the ancient spirits made. I try to keep that in mind when I take up the chisel. Like I said, know I wouldn't be able to understand what The Wyrd is like my sister or her friend Fleur, so ‘I stick to my daggers’ as some say

...or my sword?

Ma’s not around anymore, sadly. Part of the reason I got out and joined the battle in Coldharbour was because of how she left this world. When the Soulburst happened a storm raged along the coast of the Iliac bay for a month straight, but something about that affected the mages in a bad way. I don't understand how it works, but whatever Molag Bal did to cause the planemeld hurt a lot of mages badly. A few of my ma’s associates in the guild passed away instantly, but she fell ill and only lasted a few days after.

Or this was what Elyse told me, I was unconscious when Ma was sick and passed on. A week before, I stubbornly rode out into the storm to blow off some steam and got struck by stray bolt of lightning. That’s when I was apparently ‘graced by fate’ as my family’s current healer said. Left a gods awful scar down my back and crippled me with migraines and nerve damage. I used to have problems with my body stiffening up and losing focus. It’s scary when that happens..Waking up on my bedroom floor feeling like I'm bruised all over. Sometimes it still happens but luckily, our personal healer Uluscant is very knowledgeable of what he calls ‘neurological disorders’ (I'm surprised I remember what he called that).

I guess I sound like a pity case now. Trust me, I've nearly drowned in that puddle of feeling sorry for myself already, so there's no need for anyone else to. For years I always found a way to pick myself up, but like I stated in the las journal, it wasn't in the most healthy ways. I still go out in a storm just for the thrill of it, that's why I'm sure the girls made me sit down and write, because my solution to feeling sad is getting mad, or hunting for an adrenaline rush. Something about riding the squall makes you forget about everything else. Through fighting, danger or risk--whatever it is. That's why I’m a sword-swinging storm knight, I suppose.

I realize though, that eventually I'm going to run out of adventures and have to endure the mundane day-to-day work of a retired hero. I dread it, but it's because I left all of this unresolved tension behind in my impulsiveness. I think I'm doing something good, saving the world, but I dwell too much on what I've lost to celebrate. I don't know what I'm going to do next now that I'm back in Bangkorai. This. I guess.

[serpentwined]

Some sketches of ESO things. I really love Corentin and 2nd era Uluscant. I also made Wyress Fleur in game, who is the good friend of Corentin’s sister, Eylse. She helps educate the mages guild of Wyrd magic and establishes a trust between the citizens of Evermore and the wyresses. She’s usually very friendly, studious, and loves to catalog different types of animals and plant-life to help others see the important of protecting nature. She and Corentin have a massive crush on each other and eventually get married, but during the time that ESO takes place, they are just awkward friends. Fleur also has a bit of redguard heritage but she was raised by the wyresses of Bangkorai. Corentin is a good guy, but he’s got that ‘take it to the extreme’ kind of personality. Good thing he’s got a healer like Uluscant who is the living embodiment of the “this is fine” meme. The displaced ayleid is a firm believer is ‘cat therapy.  The last picture is basically Corentin after the Summerset story. C: