#eltrys

[candlelightisland]

in love

[stonerzelda]

Eltrys: you're an outsider. You're dangerous looking...you'll do ;)

Me:

[old-skulls]

I REALIZE CRAIG BOONES VOICE IS RLY FAMILIAR.. I GOOGLE IT……. ERIK THE SLAYER……….

[cryptid-called-ash]

Eltrys Nym Mulharaynd, slayer of the red king and the sand devil

[landgraabbed]

trip to markarth to steal acquire garlic for jonna

[asteticas]

SARITA — IN AN ORIGINAL 1998 MEXICO NATIONAL TEAM JERSEY. PHOTOGRAPHY BY MONICA ZULEMA ARZATE. (AT LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA)

[laguaridadelnagual]

Federación Mexicana de Futbol niega supuesto litigio con Alex Lora por el nombre de “El Tri”

Según los informes iniciales, se afirmaba que Alex Lora había ganado una demanda contra la FMF por el derecho al nombre "El Tri"   En medio de una confusión mediática, la historia detrás del nombre "El Tri", utilizado tanto por la banda de rock mexicana como por la Selección Mexicana de Futbol, ha estado en el centro de la atención pública. Rumores sobre una batalla legal entre el líder de la banda, Alex Lora, y la Federación Mexicana de Fútbol (FMF) han circulado en los medios, pero la FMF ha desmentido oficialmente cualquier litigio. Según los informes iniciales, se afirmaba que Alex Lora había ganado una demanda contra la FMF por el derecho al nombre "El Tri". Sin embargo, la FMF emitió un comunicado a través de su canal oficial de Telegram para aclarar la situación. En el comunicado, la FMF afirmó que no tiene ningún litigio con Alex Lora por el uso de la marca y que "El Tri" no está registrada como marca por la FMF. La confusión sobre el nombre se originó a partir de la historia de la banda contada por el propio Alex Lora. Según Lora, el nombre original de la banda era "Three Souls in My Mind". Sin embargo, debido a una deliberada elección de palabras, cambiaron el nombre a "El Tri". La gente comenzó a llamarlos así, y eventualmente adoptaron ese nombre de manera oficial. A pesar de la confusión y los rumores, Alex Lora y su banda han ganado la batalla legal por el nombre "El Tri". La banda celebró su victoria en medio de las festividades por su 55 aniversario y afirmaron que el nombre está debidamente registrado ante el Instituto Mexicano de la Propiedad Intelectual (IMPI), con Alex Lora como titular del registro. En resumen, la historia detrás del nombre "El Tri" involucra una elección deliberada de palabras por parte de la banda, que eventualmente fue adoptada por la audiencia y reconocida oficialmente. A pesar de la confusión reciente, el grupo liderado por Alex Lora ha asegurado legalmente el derecho a utilizar el nombre, poniendo fin a la especulación mediática. Read the full article

[rockanrolario]

Federación Mexicana de Futbol niega supuesto litigio con Alex Lora por el nombre de “El Tri”

Según los informes iniciales, se afirmaba que Alex Lora había ganado una demanda contra la FMF por el derecho al nombre "El Tri"   En medio de una confusión mediática, la historia detrás del nombre "El Tri", utilizado tanto por la banda de rock mexicana como por la Selección Mexicana de Futbol, ha estado en el centro de la atención pública. Rumores sobre una batalla legal entre el líder de la banda, Alex Lora, y la Federación Mexicana de Fútbol (FMF) han circulado en los medios, pero la FMF ha desmentido oficialmente cualquier litigio. Según los informes iniciales, se afirmaba que Alex Lora había ganado una demanda contra la FMF por el derecho al nombre "El Tri". Sin embargo, la FMF emitió un comunicado a través de su canal oficial de Telegram para aclarar la situación. En el comunicado, la FMF afirmó que no tiene ningún litigio con Alex Lora por el uso de la marca y que "El Tri" no está registrada como marca por la FMF. La confusión sobre el nombre se originó a partir de la historia de la banda contada por el propio Alex Lora. Según Lora, el nombre original de la banda era "Three Souls in My Mind". Sin embargo, debido a una deliberada elección de palabras, cambiaron el nombre a "El Tri". La gente comenzó a llamarlos así, y eventualmente adoptaron ese nombre de manera oficial. A pesar de la confusión y los rumores, Alex Lora y su banda han ganado la batalla legal por el nombre "El Tri". La banda celebró su victoria en medio de las festividades por su 55 aniversario y afirmaron que el nombre está debidamente registrado ante el Instituto Mexicano de la Propiedad Intelectual (IMPI), con Alex Lora como titular del registro. En resumen, la historia detrás del nombre "El Tri" involucra una elección deliberada de palabras por parte de la banda, que eventualmente fue adoptada por la audiencia y reconocida oficialmente. A pesar de la confusión reciente, el grupo liderado por Alex Lora ha asegurado legalmente el derecho a utilizar el nombre, poniendo fin a la especulación mediática.   Read the full article

[majorasnightmare]

Temperance, Azarain, and Delphi play Rock, Paper, Scissors. Who wins?

temperance psychoanalyzes every play they attempt when doing best 2 out of 3 before losing thoroughly because their luck is god awful

delphi nearly wins through sheer circumstance but isnt trying at all because shes trying to leave as soon as possible

leaving azarain who despite his powerful loser vibes manages to win a totally meaningless contest through the grace of god

[candlelightisland]

camp drama

[kcco-melk]

San Memo Ochoa! Vamos Mexico! 🇲🇽 #enmemowetrust #eltri #aguila #bestsportonearth https://www.instagram.com/p/Clb0brUO2q-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cryptid-called-ash]

Let’s talk the Black Dragon Coalition.

Or, I’m tired and a little bored so it’s mhw time

Let’s meet some characters, for the sake of ease, we’re giving everyone names.

The hunter is Eltrys Nym Mulharaynd. He is 22 years old, half wyverian and from Pokke village originally. An archer by trade, Eltrys joined the guild after killing a barrioth that attacked the village, more accurately he was recruited by the guild. He can pass as human so long as he covers his ears. Eltrys is selectively mute, talking rarely and to a select few people.

The palico is Rayne. They’ve been with Eltrys since we’ll before either even thought of joining the guild. Prior to meeting Sun, Rayne was El’s main communicator.

The handler is named Sun-Rai Jessel, though Eltrys calls her Sunflower. She’s 19 when she travels to the new world. She took a liking to Eltrys very quickly, particularly after the shipwreck, and the two formed a brother-sister relationship. Sun is fluent in both common and wyverian sign, so acts as Eltrys’ translater.

The field team leader is Cambien Dalyn’Roth. Born and raised in the new world, Cambien doesn’t quite grasp certain old world concepts. 26 years old at the time of the elder crossing, what he lacks in experience, he more than makes up for with endless enthusiasm.

Excitable A-lister is Aiden Rand. A childhood friend of Eltrys, the two joined the guild around the same time. He juxtaposes Eltrys in nearly every way, cheerfully optimistic and talkative to the archer’s stoic silence. He knew Eltrys was have wyverian before the incident. He is madly in love with his handler (very much an r/the straights are okay couple).

New characters include:

Dervanin Mulharaynd, Eltrys’ father and his human parent. A guild hunter and an archer. He was wrongfully imprisoned when his wife was murdered and their home burned to the ground. He believed Eltrys, who was around 7 at the time, also died. The pair are eventually reunited, even if it is under rather shit circumstances.

Calaxco Quintyris. A wyverian originally of the third fleet, Cal got separated from the scholars during the accident that stranded the third fleet in the highlands and was presumed dead. In the time he’s been on his own, Calaxco has perfected taming monsters. He himself rides a legiana named Cryox.

Shivi, Aiden’s Palico. Objectively the goodest boy.

[cafeentreamigos]

A nuestro seguidores de Café Entre Amigos, y amante del deporte. Mañana 20 Noviembre comienza el Mundial. Si tu equipo jugará deseamos la mejores de la suerte. #eltri #seleccionmexicana #sisepuede https://www.instagram.com/p/ClKtZOzLseW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[elderscrollsconfessions]

Confession: I hate Brynjolf. There is not a single npc in all of Skyrim I hate more than Brynjolf. Maybe Eltrys. And I hate both of them for the same reason: Forcing a long quest on me that I don't want to do that will sit forever in my journal until I've done it. I cannot walk freely around Riften or Markarth because of it and it annoys me so much. But Brynjolf is so much worse because he sticks around throughout the whole thieves guild quest and I just want him to leave.

[laguaridadelnagual]

Federación Mexicana de Futbol niega supuesto litigio con Alex Lora por el nombre de “El Tri”

Según los informes iniciales, se afirmaba que Alex Lora había ganado una demanda contra la FMF por el derecho al nombre "El Tri"   En medio de una confusión mediática, la historia detrás del nombre "El Tri", utilizado tanto por la banda de rock mexicana como por la Selección Mexicana de Futbol, ha estado en el centro de la atención pública. Rumores sobre una batalla legal entre el líder de la banda, Alex Lora, y la Federación Mexicana de Fútbol (FMF) han circulado en los medios, pero la FMF ha desmentido oficialmente cualquier litigio. Según los informes iniciales, se afirmaba que Alex Lora había ganado una demanda contra la FMF por el derecho al nombre "El Tri". Sin embargo, la FMF emitió un comunicado a través de su canal oficial de Telegram para aclarar la situación. En el comunicado, la FMF afirmó que no tiene ningún litigio con Alex Lora por el uso de la marca y que "El Tri" no está registrada como marca por la FMF. La confusión sobre el nombre se originó a partir de la historia de la banda contada por el propio Alex Lora. Según Lora, el nombre original de la banda era "Three Souls in My Mind". Sin embargo, debido a una deliberada elección de palabras, cambiaron el nombre a "El Tri". La gente comenzó a llamarlos así, y eventualmente adoptaron ese nombre de manera oficial. A pesar de la confusión y los rumores, Alex Lora y su banda han ganado la batalla legal por el nombre "El Tri". La banda celebró su victoria en medio de las festividades por su 55 aniversario y afirmaron que el nombre está debidamente registrado ante el Instituto Mexicano de la Propiedad Intelectual (IMPI), con Alex Lora como titular del registro. En resumen, la historia detrás del nombre "El Tri" involucra una elección deliberada de palabras por parte de la banda, que eventualmente fue adoptada por la audiencia y reconocida oficialmente. A pesar de la confusión reciente, el grupo liderado por Alex Lora ha asegurado legalmente el derecho a utilizar el nombre, poniendo fin a la especulación mediática. Read the full article

[yeehawbvby]

Go, Lass (Brynjolf x F!Reader)

Rating: Teen+ (explicit language, canon-typical violence)

Summary: The guards of Markarth have you cornered in the Silver-Blood Inn, eager to steal you away to Cidhna Mine. Luckily, you’re gifted a bittersweet goodbye with your favorite guildmate before you’re imprisoned for only the gods know how long.

Author’s Note: This was a fun little idea I had based off my current Skyrim run! It takes place after The Forsworn Conspiracy/before No One Escapes Cidhna Mine, and before you meet with Endon for Silver Lining. The reader-insert doesn’t have to be the Dragonborn, and your race isn’t specified either.

Sorry for any errors, I didn’t proofread before posting. Hope y’all enjoy! x

Check it out on ao3!

___

“C-come on, I didn’t really kill all those people! Surely you’re overlooking some details—“

“Oh no, we’ve all heard stories of your honeyed words. You’re not getting out of this one that easy.”

Shit, shit, shit, you thought to yourself.

Looking back and forth between Brynjolf and the Markarth guards, you panicked. Your heart raced as your shoulders slumped and your chest visibly began to heave.

You’d never been arrested for stealing, in all those years of doing it to survive, followed by making it into a profession with the Thieves Guild; but due to a failed attempt to help a determined Breton rid Markarth of the Forsworn, you’d really fucked up. 

Lots of weird politics. Far more killing than you were used to. So many ways to be framed in so little time. In the end, your comrade didn’t even make it — the guards made sure of his demise as soon as they’d been tipped off. All poor Eltrys wanted was a safe future for his wife and child, but that was supposedly too much to ask for in such a corrupt city.

The reason Bryn tagged along on your trip back to Markarth for this job was to bring you comfort and backup. You were two peas in a pod (albeit, Brynjolf seemed to see you as a sister whilst you hid your romantic feelings in plain sight), and you knew he’d help you if you truly needed it, no questions asked. 

You’d kept your fingers crossed, upon the law’s arrival, that the tall Nord’s presence would intimidate the guards into brushing it all off. Unfortunately, your downfall seemed certain. 

In that moment, the guards, citizens and denizens onlooking all wanted you imprisoned for life. And your favorite partner in crime was there to witness it all, barely even knowing what had gotten you into such a mess. His face looked neutral as ever, but his body language said otherwise. You knew Bryn well enough to be able to tell how tense he was.

You had three options. Option number one: run. Never come back. Screw this silversmith job that the Guild desperately needs, someone else can take care of it!

…Although, whoever is sent in your lieu might just muck it up. 

Option two: Fight. Main issue there is that it would be subjecting yourself and Brynjolf both to a death sentence.  

Option three: Turn yourself in. The prospect was terrifying, but you’d gotten yourself out of countless sticky situations. Perhaps you could figure out the details of an escape plan later. Maybe you could even organize a full-fledged jailbreak.

Everyone surrounding you knew what choices you had, merely not realizing the extra details that went into your third prospect. The inn was quieter than a crypt as they waited with baited breath to see what you’d do. 

“I…” You looked over your shoulder at Bryn, a deep exhale shaking your form as his beautiful emerald eyes met your own gaze. “I submit.” His eyes widened. The guards made a move to capture you, but you halted them, your face whipping their way.“Wait.”  

“What in the Gods’ names makes you think we—“

“I’m a cold-blooded killer, aren’t I?” You lilted, eyes stabbing into the man who’d been doing the talking for all of his crew. “If you don’t allow me to bid my friend farewell before I spend the rest of my fucking life in the mines, I could take out everyone in this room. Starting with them.”  

You tilted your head towards the small family that hid behind the counter. The parents gasped, and their son whimpered in fear, hugging himself closer to his mother. Playing into the façade, you drew a smirk across your features. 

“…Very well. You have one minute.” The guard added, glaring at Brynjolf, “No funny business or you’ll both perish.”

“Yes sir,” you lazily saluted. 

You turned around to face Brynjolf, who looked pale with discomfort. 

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve done, but—“

Before Bryn could get another word in, you tip-toed to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tender hug. 

As he returned the gesture, you turned your face until your lips brushed his ear, and ever so softly whispered, “I will get out of there.” Bryn shifted a little, and you continued, “I don’t know when, or how, and maybe I won’t even survive; but trust me when I say that I’ll see you again soon, one way or another. I’ll make damn sure of it.” 

Your partner in crime wanted to laugh. He knew you. He knew what you were capable of. No matter how foolish you were to already be conspiring an escape, he believed you could do it. But he didn’t wish to draw suspicion from the guards, so he simply nodded, an amused exhale that could’ve been mistaken for despair shaking his armored chest as he tightened his grip around your form. 

You pulled away, but before you could make your way towards your captors, you felt a tug on your arm. Turning to the source, Brynjolf pulled you close, replacing his grip on your bicep with a tender caress to your cheek from both hands.

Before you could process what was happening, he tilted your gaze upward and dipped down to your height, sealing the goodbye with a kiss. You melted into his touch, your palms finding refuge against his broad shoulders. 

As Bryn’s auburn beard tickled your chin, you smiled, basking in the taste and feel of his mouth. The warmth of his breath. The calluses of his large hands barely scratching your cheeks. After a few short seconds that you wished could be hours, he separated.

A crooked grin graced Brynjolf’s lips as he whispered to you his parting words:

“Go, Lass. Make their ancestors weep.”