#Arvel the Swift

[nauteno]

🤑🕷️🕸️(TES:V)

[falkreath-stables]

✨Arvel the Swift core✨

[allthingstamriel]

The Golden Claw 1/2 - Finding the Claw

Lucan Valerius in Riverwood is offering me a gold reward if I retrieve his antique Golden Claw, stolen by bandits camped in Bleak Falls Barrow... ... I've overheard a group of bandits talking about a golden claw that they've recently stolen. Apparently, one of the bandits has taken the claw further into Bleak Falls Barrow.

> Skyrim Quest series

[thana-topsy]

First Lines!

Tagged by @mareenavee - thank you, my dear!

I tag @kookaburra1701 @dirty-bosmer and @greyborn2

Tag the first lines/first paragraph of three of your current works in progress!

I feel like I've shared most of my current wips to death over the past few weeks, so I'm going to pick three wips that probably won't see the light of day for a very long time, if ever.

"An Account of Artaeum"

(A journal-style fic detailing Nilandur's time as a Psijic)

Fifth of First Seed, 4E 169 – My Arrival  

The Isle of Artaeum was described to me many times in my youth, treated as something half myth, half history. A full account of the history of the Psijic Order was one of the Five Pillars of Altmeri education (before the events of the Void Nights), but it had been widely phased out by the time I entered university due to the Thalmor’s rigorous re-education guidelines. Despite this, the legends and lore of the Psijics lived on as part of our rich and varied history, even as the likelihood of their return to Nirn grew dimmer and dimmer with each passing decade. Never in my life could I have predicted their attentions might have been turned to me.

"Arvel the Hero"

(A thought experiment fic in which Arvel the Swift doesn't get hit by that swinging trap gate, but the LDB does. Uhhhh.... I'm gonna include more than just the first paragraph because it's my blog and I do what I want).

As soon as Arvel pulled free from the last of the frost spider’s webbing, he bolted. 

The man who’d cut him down let out a shout of surprise. “Hey! Get back here you slippy shit!”

Fool, Arvel thought with a grin. Why should I share the treasure with anyone? And by the look of his rescuer (and his sour-faced Dunmer companion), they didn’t seem like the type too keen on sharing either. Harknir, Bjorn, and Soling were as good as dead.  

His feet pounded against the stone floor as he ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He skidded around a corner and through another hall of burial chambers. The slope of the floor carried him faster, almost too fast. He skidded around a large pillar, hooking his fingers into the rock to swing himself around the bend, gaining more momentum. His pursuers were hot on his tail, the clank of their armor close. He sprinted ahead, moving too fast to notice the raised stone plate in the floor until he was on top of it. A trap! 

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as his foot landed on the very edge of the pressure plate, and for a split second Arvel thought he’d managed to step around it. Then it sank beneath his weight, immediately followed by a clunk and a groan as the trapped gate unlocked. His step faltered, his joints locking up with fear, and he teetered precariously between moving forward and falling down. The spiked gate was swinging towards him with a shriek like a wounded beast. It would kill him. He would die in this gods-forsaken crypt. 

Fueled solely by an animalistic will to survive, he leaned into his off-balance momentum and sprung sideways, diving headfirst into an open crypt. A skeleton clattered and crunched beneath his hip as the massive gate missed his outstretched foot by only a few inches. There was a scream, cut short by a wet thunk, and Arvel watched from the crypt as the spiked gate slowly swung back into place, its spikes stained red and glistening in the low torchlight. 

“Shit!” He let out a hysterical laugh that trailed off into a wheeze. “Oh shit…” The trap had taken his pursuer out. What luck!

"Send Your Child Unto Me"

(Working title, lol. My Dark Brotherhood fic that I'll probably be picking away at for years to come at this point lol).

Caius returned to consciousness slowly. 

His head felt like it had been split down the middle, pounding in time with his pulse and sending bursts of electricity deep into his eye sockets. He groaned, if only to prove to himself that he wasn’t dead–that he could still make noise. As he opened his eyes, the room materialized in a blur of nauseating angles. Dried drool plastered the side of his cheek and his right arm had gone numb beneath his own body weight. He made a gurgling, frustrated sound as he attempted to move, flattening his hand against the ground in an attempt to push himself upright.

Wooden floor. 

The air around him was stagnant and foul-smelling, like piss and sweat. There were noises, but everything sounded as if Caius’ head were under water. 

“Well, well, good morning.”

[lakeviewcellar]

Arvel, meet Selveni

[sedgewicke]

So, ahh. I've been putting together an NPC replacer comparison spread sheet, and because I hate myself, I've decided to add the vanilla appearances... which involves yoinking an image off UESP, upscaling it, cropping it, and adjusting the lighting/colors. For. Every. Character.

And. I upscaled this image of Arvel the Swift and it looks...

Yeah. It looks.

Also, random fact. Arvel is part of the Spiders factions, which is as such:

[helgiafterdark]

[yanir-gryphon]

Oh well… I was trying to capture the skyrim atmosphere in a drawing, and the nordic ruins are the quintessence of it, imo :) I just came by to say I love this game! I've spent a lot of time in it.

Yeah, it's Arvel the Swift and he's not having much luck in my playthroughs :ʼD

[omegaversereloaded]

arvel the swift just got fucked to death

[dawns-beauty]

Elves of Falkreath Hold

Not too many elves in Falkreath, but here's my take on them all!

(I already posted my Runil redesign here)

Arvel the Swift

His sticky fingers have gotten him into a sticky situation. I'll add an optional patch for him to work with BUVARP RE, for those who want to give him a chance to get better (at thieving.)

Gabriella

I had already posted a redesign for her a long time ago, but I think she turned out a little too bland. So, I made her bald and gave her fearsome ritual paint.

She also has some custom Dunmeri armor, a variant of the excellent Ash Pilgrim's Garments.

Nenya

Nenya is the steward of Falkreath, and practically ruling the hold. As someone who has been in power of a Nordic hold for 2 generations, I wanted to give her a Nord-inspired hairstyle (with a little easter egg appearance of her namesake)

I gave her an edited version of the criminally underused Embroidered Garments (originally only King Torygg and Elisif wear them. But they are too dang pretty.)

Selveni Nethri

Selveni is a necromancer you'll find in a bit of a bind.

[nauteno]

Save him(or bringing back to your home🤪)

[thana-topsy]

I bat my eyelashes and apologize to no one .

Pretty sure we’re all going to get weirder and weirder tes blorbos until 6 releases, and I am here for it. Like, ones from tesblr people that I can think of now:

Cute elf you go to school with (normal, right? that’s because the person just played the game for the first time this year)

The evil guy who wants to spy from the school you go to (who looks like a starfruit became a person and not in a good way)

Basically entirely headcanoned version of one of the villains

Annoying old gray guy and faceless annoying old guy (they’re dating, of course)

mario

evil worm dude

“hey you, you’re finally awake”

[skyrim-forever]

Someone remind me to make another Skyrim Derry Girls meme of them handling Arvel the Swift like they did with that fella in the truck during the Orangeman parade

[mazurga]

Arvel the Swift

[skyrimbookquest]

Bleak Falls Barrow.

Standing at it has a different feeling about it. it feels almost somber.

This was the resting place of warriors who have come and gone, cursed to roam the halls as nothing more than undead shells of what they once were; the Draugr.

Quill-Finder stood at the gate, not sure if she was ready for what was inside.

with a deep breath, she pushed her way into the darkness.

the bitterness of the cold gave way to the staleness of the crypt's air.

She could barely see in front of her face, with the only thing leading her way being a small fire deeper into the entry chamber.

she could hear two people arguing. apparently, another bandit by the name of Arvel the Swift ran ahead with the claw. the two bickered back and forth over whether or not they would see their share.

it didn't feel like this would be avoided with a conversation, so Quill-Finder readied her axe, and charged her spells. the second the crackling of electricity hit her fingers however, one of the bandits perked up.

"Who's there?" he demanded, drawing a warhammer.

Carefully, he studied his surroundings, looking for anything out of place, as he made his way towards where the sound came from.

In a second of panic, Quill-Finder let loose a blast of electricity, catching the bandit by surprise and killing him before he had a chance to react.

his hammer hit the ground with a loud "Clang". the second bandit, upon hearing this, drew her bow, and paced deeper into the cave, keeping an arrow nocked as she scanned the entryway for anything amiss.

Quill-Finder steeled herself and rushed from the shadows, and burying her axe in the bandit's skull before they could make a sound.

It was quiet for the most part. if it wasn't for the atmosphere and the imminent threat of death, it would almost be peaceful. urns lined the walls with the ashes and belongings of the departed interspersed by coffins. any historian would have a field day with the discoveries that could be found here. a shame that the bandits apparently got here first.

And a messy bunch they were, on top of that. one of them left a copy of "Thief" lying around. Something that Quill-Finder collected with great interest.

as she ventured deeper in, she watched as a bandit pulled a lever, and was immediately peppered with poisoned darts, killing them almost instantly.

intrigued, she investigated the nearby area. three pillars that seemed to rotate sat on the far left, whille two faces with icons adorned the wall on the second floor of the chamber.

looking at the icons, she mapped it out in her head, and think she knew what had to be done.

making the two end pillars match their corresponding faces, she looked at the middle pillar, and thought for a moment. it wasn't on the wall with the rest of the faces. she looked around, until she saw it.

fallen to the floor in heap of rubble was the third and final face.

with a smile, she adjusted the pillar, and pulled the switch.

she continued through the gate carefully, until she heard the call of someone. a man begging for help. apparently, he had gotten caught in something, and he was stuck.

this must have been Arvel. as she approached the source of the sound, she discovered a door webbed off. evidently, a frost spider made their home in here, and poor Arvel was being prepped as a snack.

With a deep breath, she cut through the webbing and entered the chamber.

the minute she stepped in, a giant spider descended from the ceiling and rushed towards her. Arvel screamed in fear, calling for Quill-Finder to kill it.

like a hobbling deer, Quill-Finder danced and rolled around the beast, doing her best to avoid its bite and webbing. fire and lighting shot through the room, as Quill-Finder fought to put the spider down for good, draining her of her mana, before embedding her axe into the face of the spider. it skreed in pain, and its body went limp.

"you did it, you killed that thing." Arvel called to the argonian, "now cut me down before more of them show up."

"First, where's the claw?" Quill-Finder questioned.

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[witchblade]

casting comet azur on arvel the swift