#Maelona

[shandars-sorrow]

While gathering weapons, armor and supplies for her journey, Nadira heard from Wilbur that there is an all-female gang of thieves terrorizing the town and was intrigued. Such roving gangs are common in Sentinel, so Nadira offered up her help to Maelona.

After ridding the town of the gang, Nadira overheard a customer at the Count's Arms talking about a nearby estate named Highwood. Nadira decides to investigate.

[bxrn-thc-pxgcs]

Rhea took a deep breath, pushing the door open. Group therapy. It was different from how she normally did therapy, but she wasn’t... completely against it. She wasn’t sure how to feel with the idea of throwing her traumas out to a group of other students. But if it helped...

She slowly stepped into the room, clutching her sketchbook tightly to her chest, looking between everyone sitting in chairs, getting the feeling that she’d managed to at least initially go unnoticed.

“Where’d Hollis run off to, do you think?” Willa asked, fidgeting with her cloak.

Audrey shrugged. “They said something about a ‘retrieval mission’? We’ll see when they get back, I think. Maybe it’s snacks.”

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[therunwayarchive]

Maelona Thomas at Rejina Pyo, Spring 2022

[nxttheendxfthestxry]

“My mom raised a depressed homosexual, not a bitch.”

[ofragesaesthetics]

                             Maelona Kristoffsdottir                   Daughter of Anna & Kristoff [Frozen]

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📸 Credit to Maelona Evans and Maria Dubowska

Chichester 04-03-2023

[st0rmy-fr]

For lore asks!

Do the archivists have any specific kind of book- or maybe even magic-tied-to-a-book they simply cannot tolerate? The kinds that fly away while you're reading? the ones that whisper in long-dead tongues in the back of your head? Are there workplace dangers related to things that aren't getting lost among the stacks or a book getting particularly saucy while you're reading it?

What's the most interesting medical mystery a member of the Nettledark has solved? are there certain ailments that still elude even their most well-studied? Are there any members who practice medicine for unsavory reasons?

The archive is a place filled with information found no where else, all the little secrets the shadow flight obscures, if you wanted normal books you should go to the local library.

The Archives include:

Magic Tomes

Mimics

Banned Books

Diaries and Journals

Artifacts

The Necronomicon

Specimen Samples

So many log books

can anyone hear me

Random Notes?? Why is there a sticky note on this bookshelf

Someone's entire house

various portals

unlabeled boxes of various danger levels

a pile of left socks and right shoes

Goop

are these mushrooms meant to be here?

a hallway of unending darkness

summoning circles

AND SO MUCH MORE!

The Archivists will accept most things, where they end up is a different matter entirely. Even the archivists can't agree on where anything is, and what they do, the only one who knows their way around is Maelona, who isn't a dragon, cannot speak, and has questionable sentience

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Uh, well Moon is missing their entire face, and Grime was created from a cauldron someone forgot to clean, I'd call those some mysteries.

The medics generally can help with most all sicknesses and ailments, however they have to contact someone from the main city to get prosthetics and some kinds of equipment made. And while simple curses aren't a problem for them, some stronger ones they'll ask the archivists for help with

Rattler definitely is uh... not the most morally sound, however they deal with necromancy related problems so what do you expect? Nettledark's a small community so any dragons found to be doing horrible things are liable to be kicked out

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

Panic, .....Halbarad?

greetings from tur morva! at the very beginning of when Things Start Happening :)

The wind off the lake in the shadow of Methedras is cold, remembering the ice in the heights and the snow on the peaks, but the fires are warm and enough of the people of Tûr Morva are welcoming that they can forget the wind, for a time.

Halbarad waves a greeting to Radanir, who has been in a foul mood for nearing three days now, and continues into the caves where Calenglad had said he would wait. Just inside the heavy door he finds a pile of crates, a familiar cloak draped over one of the stacks.

“Oh! Hello, Ranger,” calls one of the Hebog-lûth girls with a bright smile. “Your friend told me you would be coming; he said he would help Maelona carry some of these crates down into the drier tunnels and join you as soon as he could.”

Halbarad thanks her and steps back outside, the cool air sharp enough to bite but still preferable to the stuffiness of the caves near the entrance. A small bird lands on a low stone wall nearby and looks at Halbarad inquisitively, as if he has some news for it. The Sun comes around the shoulder of the mountain and he lets his hood down, content to soak in whatever warmth she will provide this time of year. Someone calls out once elsewhere in the village. It’s peaceful.

Esterín and Lothrandir pass him, deep in quiet conversation, and enter the caves. Golodir enters the caves as well, bearing a tray of sweet-smelling tarts that steam in the mountain air, stopping just long enough to make a face at Halbarad when he swipes one.

“If you see Calenglad,” Halbarad adds as an afterthought, “tell him I’m only waiting on him.” Golodir eyes him carefully.

“Anything urgent?”

“Next steps,” Halbarad answers. “I am growing anxious to move on.” Golodir nods, some faint wistfulness briefly touching his face, and goes.

Some time later, neither Calenglad nor Golodir have returned from the caves and Halbarad begins to frown. How deep in the caves can they be? Surely it should not have taken this long to move the crates, even if they made several trips.

“Halbarad?” Corunir’s voice stops him. Worried, though he tries to contain it. “Have you seen Golodir? He should have been back by now. Idele is getting impatient; she set aside a tray of berry tarts for him, but they’re getting cold just sitting out.”

“He went down into the caves perhaps an hour ago,” Halbarad says, worry growing in the back of his mind. “I haven’t seen him since.” Neither Esterín nor Lothrandir have come back, either. “Corunir,” he says, very quietly. “Is anyone else unaccounted for?” Corunir’s gaze snaps to him, sharpening at his tone.

“No one has been noticed missing yet,” he says after a moment’s thought. “But I haven’t seen Idhrien or Braigiar in some time, and there are fewer of us about than there should be for the hour.” Halbarad takes the handle of the thick, heavy door that keeps the howling of the wind on one side and the caves on the other. His other hand finds the hilt of his sword. Corunir takes up a position just behind him. “I have not seen the Brenin either,” he says. Halbarad nods grimly.

“Stay close.”

He had hoped it would not come to this. He had taken Lothrandir’s counsel with all the weight it merited, and with his own judgement he had thought the Falcon Clan sincere, even those who had nearly as little love for the Dúnedain as for the White Hand. He had dared, for just a moment, to believe they could find allies here as they had in Lhanuch, and now he can only beg whatever Powers may be listening that it was not the wrong choice.

Calenglad’s cloak is still draped over the crates. No more of them have gone down into the caves.

The upper cells are empty. Halbarad sweeps deeper into the damp caves, Corunir silent at his back and eyes alight with sharp-edged worry.

They come upon a fallen tray, small tarts scattered about and crushed underfoot. There is blood there, too. Halbarad draws his sword. Corunir curses softly behind him. “Go,” Halbarad says under his breath. Corunir turns a sharp look on him, protest already in his eyes. “Now,” Halbarad hisses. “Find anyone still free and leave the village. Find the Rohirrim in the Gravenwood.” Corunir’s eyes flick to the scattered apple tarts. “Corunir, there is no time.” He tries to gentle his voice. “I will find him. You are swifter than me; take everyone you can.” Corunir closes his eyes and whispers a vicious oath.

Someone shouts, deep in the caves, and then Halbarad is running, not looking back to see if Corunir heeds his command. Fear rises in Halbarad’s throat and he crushes it ruthlessly. There will be time enough for that later, but first he must know what has happened.

He turns a corner, and there are five Falcons against three of the Company with naked blades, and he throws himself at their backs sword-first.

But Tirneth still falls heavily to the ground, and more of the warriors of Tûr Morva come down into the caves behind him, and though in their surprise they lose hold of the sons of Elrond, the sound of the fighting draws more attention from other tunnels, and soon they are surrounded. Halbarad fights desperately, panic buzzing from the back of his neck to his sword-hand, but the Falcons are many and this is their territory, and at last someone crashes into the back of his knees and sends him to the ground. A knife is put to his throat and the others are commanded to stand down, and to his great despair, blades clatter to the mossy stone and they are hauled away, one by one, into cold, wet cells to await Lheu Brenin’s pleasure.

[midnightdelights-if]

EIRIAN OF GLAMORGAN

Gender: Male/Female/Nonbinary.

Pronouns: He/She/Ze.

Age (biological): 200+

Age (stopped ageing): 27

Species: Pureblood.

Title: Lord/Lady/Liege.

Height: 6'4ft.

Sexuality: Panromantic, Demisexual.

Nationality: Welsh/Mongolian.

Occupation: Physicist | MC's Mentor.

MBTI: ISTP (Virtuoso).

Personality: Curious, Possessive, Cheerful, Unpredictable.

Parents: Lord Gethin and Lady Enkhtuya of Glamorgan.

Siblings: Aeronwen (older sister), Ceridwen (older sister), Maelona (younger sister), and Devaughn (younger brother) of Glamorgan.

Triad Poly: J/MC.

[oblivionsdream]

Character portraits for @//kaylamacgrathbooks on Insta of her characters Evelyn, Gideon, Maelona, Emrys and Wisteria from her book The Broken Memory!

[druidx]

Broken Promises Masterpost

As mentioned in this whine, I haven't seen many TESFics about Modryn Oreyn (there aren't too many about most of the "minor" characters at all TBH, but that's another project for another day). He's such an interesting character to me: Bold, proud, ferocious. Intimidating until he likes you. He has a lot of unexplored depth, I feel. I also like that he's one of the few mentors in the game that doesn't die, or otherwise become inaccessible, at the end of their quest arc. Such that I feel he makes an excellent surrogate parental figure to the disaster-case of a Hero (and yes, I may be projecting slightly, apologies). So, in the vein of "this character needs more love; I'd better write it myself" I went ahead and did so.

Prompts: X, X, X. Each of these gave me ideas and helped direct the story, so thanks to their authors. I forgot to copy the links down at first, so I'm still missing the one about magical healing :(

Notes: I remembered halfway through that Dunmer don't worship the Nine, which is why Modryn switches at some point to thanking Azura. This is really bad consistency on my part, and I'm very sorry I forgot to do my research before hand. On a similar point, I have take extreme creative liberties with Morrowind's slave bracers - in game they drain magicka only. Hopefully the scheme Armand and Azzan employ doesn’t seem too out of character for them (please let me know if you disagree! Constructive criticism is how we grow).

Premise: Set some when after one has "finished" the game and the HoK/CC runs every main guild in Cyrodiil, Modryn Oreyn has been kidnapped by the remnants of the Blackwood Company. A ransom note is sent to the HoK/CC, and they set out to rescue their friend and Second-in-Command. All does not go smoothly.

Warnings: Torture, slavery mentions, grief, self-hate, moderate swearing (cannon curses; no f-bombs), disassociation, general fantasy violence, magical bindings, general injuries.

Post List: (This fic did get way out of hand. I was aiming for ~5k. It's 14,700. I cannot write short to save a life apparently) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Coda

[bonusdragons]

May 16, 2018:

Robin Primary, Spiral, Hex.

Maelona of crysta789′s clan!

[nxttheendxfthestxryarch2]

“It’s kinda weird. When I woke up I felt like…”

She bites her lip and shrugs. “Well, I always feel like someone, something, is watching over me. But this time it felt like there was… something else, someone else. Besides the usual, I mean. Is that weird? I probably sound crazy.”

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Maelona Thomas at Valentino, Spring 2021

[nxttheendxfthestxry]

"You should take a moment to appreciate how far you've come."

[atelier--couture]

Valentino

Spring 2021 Ready-to-Wear