#his mother was from redoran

[jollmaster]

seventh rebirth of Nerevar: young merchant with one brain cell

[changelingsandothernonsense]

OC Fridays you say? @the-elder-polls Hello! Naturally that means I'm going to take some time to gush about Josh...because whilst he shares a name, vocation and sarcasm as the NPC found in Dragonborn, he's pretty much his own thing at this point. Teldryn Ensirhaddon-Sero is a Dunmer- naturally, though he is half Ashlander ( Erabenimsun) on his father's side whilst his mother grew up in Redoran lands though her family did not answer to a Great House until moving to Hlaalu lands in the late forth era. Not long after he was conceived his parents fled to Cyrodiil, where he spent the first four years of his life before his mother returned to Blacklight once his father disappeared on a smuggling job. (Born 3E 370- 57 at the start of Morrowind, 268 by the start of the Dragon Crisis). He was well educated, and speaks four languages- Dunmeris, Cyrodiilic, Aldmeris and modern Altmeris. He picks up Ashland and a secret fifth thing later on. He ends up getting mixed up in the Camonna Tong which is how he ends up in Cyrodiil where he is subsequently arrested (murder, arson, treason, more arson). He spends the next 33 years being moved about various prisons and work camps in the Heartland until he is deported back to Vvardenfell and given a strange package.

Josh does not believe that he's the Nerevarine- not in any meaningful sense. What he does think he is, is an Imperial puppet. Yes he technically fulfils the prophecy but there were tweaks made to his official records so that he could "fit it more". Namely in how he was stricken from his mother's family records upon their ascension to House Hlaalu. Yes he fits but he wonders if the destruction of his homeland was a part of the Emperor's plan. He knows for certain that he is not the reincarnation of Indoril Nerevar. What he is, is a descendent of the war lord who ended up being a good host once he slipped on that ring and it didn't give him a big enough aneurysm. Deep down, he thinks anyone could have done the job. He was just convenient. Teldryn drinks- a lot and the habit has gotten worse as he's gotten older. He'll go through stints of sobriety (usually when mourning) and ends them in even longer binges. He developed a taste for skooma when he was on one of those binges and has been trying to avoid the stuff ever since. He ends up getting hooked on Sleeping Tree Sap during the Dragon Crisis and the whole thing gets worse once Sydari (my Dragonborn) gets lost in Sovngarde. He's a pain in the ass. Some Art Some early Josh (3E 427)

Some post Corprus infection Josh (3E 428-29)

And jumping to pre Dragon-Crisis Josh - 4E 199.

[salemelas]

OC Masterpost

hihi! having to redo this because my previous one got borked, and posting it publicly so that i can link it easier without redirect issues (^^ゞ y'know how tumblr is, etc etc.

warning: this post is very long and has multiple images! (and speaking of those images, this site was used to create the tokens seen below.)

◈ Elder Scrolls

Rildras

Male, he/him

Dunmer

The Nerevarine and Nerevar reborn

Father of Vedyra, grandfather of Vedathyr, son of Nedrala and Azura

Former lover of Dagoth Ur

May be a demiprince, but hates the daedra (and admittedly also the aedra) with all his heart

Sword warrior and destruction caster

Retired to a life of being a mushroom farmer after raising his daughter to adulthood

TAG IS ATTACHED!

Dagoth Vedyra

Female, she/her

Dunmer

Scion of House Dagoth and Founder of the House Dagoth Reforged

Daughter of Rildras and Dagoth Ur, mother of Vedathyr and Strides-Through-Ashes, granddaughter of Nedrala and Azura

Arcanist

Scholar with a focus on the dwemer, especially their disappearance

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Dagoth Vedathyr

Male, he/him

Dunmer

Heir to House Dagoth

The Last Dragonborn

Member (not the leader!) of the Companions, werewolf

Dual-handed warrior

Son of Vedyra, grandson of Rildras and Dagoth ur, great-grandson of Nedrala and Azura

Mercenary much to his pleasure, legendary figure of history much to his displeasure

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Nedrala

Female, she/her

Dunmer

Ashlander exile from the Urshilaku Tribe

Former consort and chosen of Azura

Potter by trade

Mother of Rildras, grandmother of Vedyra, great-grandmother of Vedathyr

No tag yet

Strides-Through-Ashes | Dagoth Nehota

Female

Argonian, she/her

Found by Vedyra as an abandoned egg

Shadowscale aspirant, assassin

Adopted daughter of Vedyra, biological parents unknown

Member of House Dagoth

No tag yet

Dagoth Tsabi

Female, she/her

Khajiit

Found by one of Vedyra's scouts as the sole survivor of an ambushed khajiiti caravan

Vedyra's apprentice for dwemer studies

Illusion and restoration caster

Scholar with a focus on dwemer technology

No tag yet

Dagoth Nenyael

Female, she/her

Altmer

Joined House Dagoth after being abandoned as a teenager by her family in Morrowind following a tryst with a dunmer boy that resulted in a pregnancy

Mother of a yet-to-be-named son

Vedyra's apprentice for arcane studies

Arcanist

Scholar with a focus on Apocrypha and Hermaeus Mora

No tag yet

Dagoth Dralyn

Male, he/him

Dunmer

Was once a of House Redoran, but was exiled for sympathizing with Vedyra's desire to rebuild House Dagoth; was subsequently welcomed into the House Dagoth Reforged with open arms

Restoration caster

Dabbles in a little bit of every trade that he can get his hands on

No tag yet

Lyrius | Wades-Through-Deep-Waters

Male, he/him

Altmer

Hero of Kvatch

Listener of the Dark Brotherhood

Was adopted by two argonian fishermen after his parents died in a shipwreck off the coast of the Black Marsh

Has worshiped Sithis since he was very young, as that his adopted parents worshiped Sithis

Dual dagger fighter

Accidental daedric prince

Lover of Lucien Lachance

TAG IS ATTACHED!

Kanbael

Male, he/him

Dunmer

Vestige

Champion of Vivec

Nightblade, dual-hand wielder nonetheless

Devout believer in the Tribunal

Part of the Thieves Guild

No tag yet

◈ Dungeons & Dragons

Vesper Dysgeyma

Nonbinary, they/he

Tiefling (Mammon)

Demigod of Umbra, god of the dead and dusk

College of Spirits bard

Lawful neutral

Joined the party to help them kill a despot king seeking immortality, stayed for the food

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◈ Dragon Age

Talasan Mahariel

Male, he/him

Dalish elf

Hero of Ferelden (main)

Lover of Zevran

Father of Kieran and the glorious Barkspawn

Two handed weapon warrior

Brokered for peace between the Dalish and the werewolves

Sided with the mages

Sided with Prince Bhelen and Paradon Caridin

Saved Connor with the Circle of Magi's help

TAG IS ATTACHED!

Andromache Surana

Female, she/her

Circle elf

Hero of Ferelden

Lover of Leliana

Spirit healer and blood mage

Brokered for peace between the Dalish and the werewolves

Sided with the mages

Sided with Prince Bhelen and Paragon Caridin

Sacrificed Isolde to save Connor

TAG IS ATTACHED!

◈ Baldur's Gate 3

Vharis Zhendiae

Male, he/him

Drow

Dark Urge

Paladin of Vengeance

Lover of Astarion

Rejected the Urge

Twin brother of Luminara (my boyfriend's Dark Urge, who is not listed here for the reason of not being my OC)

TAG IS ATTACHED!

Red

Nonbinary, they/them

High elf

Dark Urge

Assassin rogue

Lover of Karlach

Rejected the Urge

No tag yet

Not yet added:

Dragon Age: Garrett Hawke; Inquisitor Athevera Lavellan; Inquisitor Ilrian Lavellan, Rook

Mass Effect: Ariane Shepard

Baldur's Gate 3: Azran, Serene

[choilacanth]

So many things about Darra and her family would be explained by being part of House Sotha, a completely unremarkable little house known mostly for rural fisherfolk who occasionally wrestle lake creatures.

However, this led me to realize Darra and Teldryn are two halves of a Morrowind Florida Man.

She comes from a long line of kwama herders and fishers, upended by her dad moving to Skyrim to trade sundries post-Red Year. He comes from an Ashlander warrior-hunter clan, with his teenage years in the grasslands interrupted by blight and his mother moving to Mournhold to look for his father.

She catches fish by hand, yells at sabrecats to make them leave, and climbs up and jumps off high places without much thought. Also, “Local Dunmer Evades Arrest for Theft of 5 Cheese Wheels by Eating Evidence.”

He openly summons, won’t get his cough checked, doesn’t turn down a challenge, and hasn’t lost a fight. He has used his expired Redoran guard identification to get out of being arrested (again) by the Redoran guard. (And has since refused to join any organization that would have him as a member.)

They are two halves of a Morrowind Florida Man, and they have the stomach to deal with anything from skeevers to undead. They both carry more weapons than they declare. 

After the dragon crisis and whatever is going on in Skyrim it is not unlikely Teldryn proposes moving to Vvardenfell, where they rehabilitate cliff racers and hand feed them, or something like that.

[leftenant-sinani]

(It's he/him. I forgot to add gender / pronouns because I am dumbo)

Picked up a forgotten OC of mine, dusted him and remade him from scratch because I didn't like his first version. His story below

His mother used to be an Ashlander before she met her husband who is Redoran officer. In the little village he used to grew up in, they called him Alamnil of the Temple, because he grew up to be a priest of sorts. Well, more like battle priest, considering he has training with blades (after his father) and has knowledge in School of Destruction (after his mother).

He is a priest of Azura and he spent his teenage years in temple, trying to help everyone who seeked help. He also has a degree in School of Restoration and uses it to help as well. He never took a drake for it and everyone always said how he has a heart of gold. However, the local temple didn't really like the fact that he took their job, more importantly, the high priest was corrupted by greed and he forbid Alamnil to come into their temple due to him not doing it for the Azura but his own ego. (Which was false, obviously)

When he left home, he was 21 years old (in human years) and was on his pilgrimage, to find his better self, due to him believing in high priest's words, unfortunately.

At this moment, he resides in Raven Rock and already made friends along the way. He helped the local Telvanni apprentices with magic handling and befriended Talvas Fathryon, but also found friendship with Teldryn Sero and Ralis Sedarys. Alamnil felt that everyone was having troubles and he wants to help, but sadly, he was still very young and doesn't know how to help everyone.

Then after spending some time in Raven Rock, he eventually starts seeing purpose in all that violence, which is becoming Vengeance Paladin. Though after every battle, he prays to Azura to forgive him for what he had to do.

And finally, upcoming third phase of his, Which I don't have quite figured out just yet... Though it will probably be a few years later, when he is mature enough to finally realise what he really wants.

[wellthebardsdead]

The mourned & the healing pt2

Part 1 here

———

Nerevar: *driving the silt strider across the marshy plains of dashaan towards the swampy territory of house dres, several redoran guards following behind in other striders* …

Riiju-Lei: *walks to his side and gently places his hand on his shoulder* You’re mad at me…

Nerevar: I’m not mad I’m just… I’m afraid, LeiLei… The argonians native to this land are not like your mother, they are not open to reason…

Riiju-Lei: they will be… *looks up before ducking behind him in fear as a gigantic wasp creature zooms by* what the fuck was that?!

Nerevar: a parrapton. Of all the creatures to survive the blast of red mountain they just had to survive… nasty creatures, they’re domesticated and used as mounts by house dres… *looks ahead to see the destroyed rice fields eerily devoid of life…* we dismount here… Kaidan hold onto your stomach. *taps the strider making it lower down*

Kaidan: *face green, clinging to the side of the strider for dear life as Taliesin strokes his hair* I’m trying-

Riiju-Lei: *third eye scanning the space before him, seeing hundreds of argonians hiding in plain sight, cleverly camouflaged in the swamp* Everyone stay here. I’ll go in alo-

Nerevar: no you absolutely will not. I’m not letting you go in there unguarded.

Riiju-lei: and if I approach with a guard they will see me as a threat. At least as a target I have a chance to talk.

Nerevar: LeiLei…

Riiju-Lei: *gently takes his hands* please… trust me…

Nerevar: …Okay… I will…

Riiju-Lei: thank you… *removes his cloak revealing simple farmers attire beneath it, contrasting greatly against his golden skin and regal face markings, a bold move to show before speaking that he’s of a high status but willing to work hard* If things turn south. I promise I’ll be okay… *hands him the cloak and walks into the farm land, eyes seeing the energy of the argonians in hiding, all eyes watching him, all heads turning to follow him as he picks up a backpack like basket of rice grass and slings it onto his back* … *looks around counting how many he can see as he picks up a rake and walks to the first pool of water, tossing the rice in perfectly each time, grass always up, roots in the water*

Nerevar: *watching nervously from the distance, resisting every urge to reach for his sword as he sees an argonian emerge from the water behind him, spear drawn and ready to attack if given a reason*

Riiju-Lei: *ear twitching hearing water shifting, turns around and catches the argonian creeping towards him* Hello.

The argonian: *feathers hackling up and posture shifting as they point their spear towards him, snarling out an insult in dunmeri argonian* slaver! Vile- ash? Skin?… *looks the chimer up and down in confusion at his golden skin*

Riiju-Lei: *responding in dunmeri argonian perfectly* I used to be a dunmer. Now I’m a chimer again. Please, I’m not here to hurt anyone or drive you away. *blinks all three eyes knowing the argonian is staring at his third one*

Another argonian: *emerges from the water hissing at him, tail docked and an iron loop through the remaining stub* We do not believe you, you will have us all in chains once mor-

Riiju-Lei: They… your tail… it looks like what they did to my mothers they… *looks to the middle of the rice fields to see mostly destroyed large posts, some with chains still in tact to bind them to each station* I could never imagine how cruel it’d really look… my ma always described it to me but… *shudders and goes still feeling another spear to his back*

Argonian: you lie, you’re lying! You’re trying to trick us!

Riiju-Lei: I’m not. I was born by a slave who attempted to set your ancestors free following lord nerevars lead when he was the nerevarine… when the revolt happened I was birthed on the streets, my birth mother was too weak to survive and passed away. The argonian who found me, my mother, she was one of many who first lead the revolt. Her name was Skalei-Jei. She named me Riiju-Lei. A name I still hold even now as head of house dagoth.

The argonians: *back up in fright at his title, knowing full well the stories of dagoth ur and his powers*

Riiju-Lei: *looks back and around him to see himself surrounded* I know you’re all angry. And you’re justified in your anger. But these lands belong to me now. Not house dres. Their house has fallen, no longer will their chains threaten to bind any of you. *looks around to see many of them hurt or visibly sickly* I want nothing of you except peace. I am not a man of violence, I’m a healer. I may be born of the ash but I was raised as one of you, you may see me as your enemy but I look upon you as my egg siblings. Please… let us just talk… let me know what you want, let me heal your hurt. Let the bloodshed end…

The argonians: *all look at one another then back at him before lowering their spears slowly*

Riiju-Lei: *smiles* thank you… *looks over to the silt striders to see everyone standing there in shock*

Nerevar: he… actually did it…

*a few days later*

Riiju-Lei: *smiles making a baby argonian laugh to calm them down after their first taste of hist sap* I know it tastes horrible doesn’t it? *hides his face behind his hands and peeps at them with his third eye making them stop crying to laugh again* hehe see it’s not that bad. *gently hands them back to their mother who gladly places them back in the sling with her other hatchlings*

Argonian mother: thank you my brother LeiLei. *bows with a smile as she walks out, waving her bandaged tail as she leaves*

Nerevar: *walks in and smiles seeing Riiju-Lei surrounded by paperwork & sap* I think it’s time you took a break to eat.

Riiju-Lei: *looks up at him and smiles* I can’t I have another group coming in 30 minutes to receive sap and- how are the lodgings going? I understand many of them wish for employment-

Nerevar: *waves his hand a little in a calming manner* Fine, it’s going fine dear. *gently takes his hand helping him up and smiling adoringly at him* Everything is going perfectly, please. Just a short break, you haven’t eaten all day.

Riiju-Lei: *smiles and sighs* I can’t say no to you~ okay. Just a short break.

Nerevar: *squeezes his hand slightly* Thank you, *walks with him from the hut to see the previously hostile argonians now helping the dunmer people rebuild, many of them gathered around a bonfire as they toss whips and the house dres banners into the flames* …I should have never of doubted you.

Riiju-Lei: *hugs his waist and rests his head on his shoulder* hmm, no, you were right to be doubtful, it could have gone very badly… you were right to worry. *smiles adoringly up at him* but it went well… and now, all we need to worry about is someone getting hurt in a construction accident.

Nerevar: *snickers* We’ve had many squashed thumbs today already.

Riiju-Lei: well it looks like I’ll be kept busy with healing duties then…

Nerevar: *squeezes his waist and rests his head against his* just don’t forget to rest…

Riiju-Lei: Me? Forget? and miss out on spending time with you? *smiles* never.

[lesbian-lorkhan]

Silence, my brother

TES Summerfest 2023 | Day 4 Mortal/Sanctuary Summary: The Night Mother calls upon Kovan, again and again.

It’s 580 of the Second Era.

Redoran Kovan is 25.

He is sitting on the table by the corner, face obscured by a hat and the shadows. A Tribunal forsaken bar in the worst part of a small town far enough from Ald’ruhn that nobody would recognize him.

Still, discretion was best when dealing with unpleasant matters.

Through the door comes a scrawny looking dunmer, about the same age as Kovan, wearing old looking clothes. A middleman for sure, someone who nobody would miss if things went wrong and the necessity to erase any traces of the job came to be. He seemed hungry. Or anxious. Either way Kovan ordered a meat pie for the two of them, for at least it would give the man something else to occupy his mind enough so he would stop looking around and making them look suspicious. Along he asked for a sujamma shot with scrib-jelly, a pleasure he often liked to indulge. 

Once the man’s stomach had been filled and his mind calmed, he took from his pocket a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to Kovan. Had Redoran Kovan been older, he would have hesitated. He would have questioned the need for such a level of precaution.

He didn’t know who the Telvanni he was doing this for was. No name or face attached. Just kill the Redoran Councilor as asked, and Kovan would be rewarded with help getting a higher position on the House hierarchy. 

Had Redoran Kovan been older and wiser, he would have hesitated at the idea that a faceless and nameless House Telvanni member was hiring his services through a middleman, who knew nothing about the job, whose only purpose was to deliver to him a note with further instructions to murder a Redoran Councilor.

But it was 580 of the Second Era. Kovan was 25 and foolish.

He read the note, drank his shot, and left the bar to do as told.

It’s 582 of the Second Era.

Kovan is 27.

His hand bears the mark of an exile, and he can’t step foot in Morrowind ever again for fear that a Morag Tong spear will pierce his throat in broad daylight. He is hungry, and tired, and sleeping on the streets of Anvil. The Three Banner War is raging on, but he could not care less. 

He has no money, he can’t find food, he is on his breaking point when he decides to break into a noble’s house. 

It goes wrong, as it often does. As it did back in Vvanderfell. So he finds himself standing over a body, blood in his hands, a knife on the noble’s chest. The guards don’t see as he flees the scene. They never suspect anything. 

It’s 582 of the Second Era

Initiate Kovan is 27.

The guards did not witness his act, but Sithis did.

He wielded the blade in the name of the Dread Father, as the Night Mother demanded.

And as the war and the Daedric Crisis spilled blood all over Tamriel, so did he. A promising assassin, that he was. The contracts kept coming, the streets were painted crimson.

In the Sanctuary he found his family. A new one to fill the hole left by his exile. He helped Hildegard with her lycanthropy. Drank with Kor and Cimbar. Trained with Tanek. Heard Mirabelle and Green-Venom-Tongue’s stories. 

Until Cimbar was dead on a torture table.

Until Mirabelle was killed by the Black Dragon

Until Green-Venom-Tongue succumbed to his wounds.

He was young, and foolish, and none the wiser.

He couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched the memories. As Lyra betrayed the Dark Brotherhood to become the Black Dragon. Kovan understood the pain of losing his family, but the Dread Father ordered the purification, and Sithis’ word was law. 

They survived. His hands were stained with Lyra’s blood, but what remained of his family was alive. 

Until the Daedric Crisis finally caught up to him, and with a dagger to the chest, Kovan found himself in Coldharbour.

It’s 433 of the Third Era.

Kovan thinks he is about 800 years old.

He isn’t sure.

Time passes differently in Oblivion.

The first days out of Coldharbour are the hardest. His skin is still returning to its normal dunmer gray. Instead of dead, soulless gray. Eyes are still sunken, but now they are red again, though a bit dull. His hair never went back to being black.

He looks old. He feels old.

Martin understands him. Martin sees him. He can never tell Martin of what he has done through his life, but Martin is aware enough to sympathize with his dark past.

Mehunes Dagon looms over the horizon, haunting every second of their days. Kovan won’t be a hero, but he can help. 

In Martin’s arms, Kovan finds his redemption.

In his embrace, he finds peace.

In his quest, he finds purpose.

On his death, Kovan’s world crumbles.

The portals are gone. Dagon has been defeated. The statue of a dragon stands in the temple.

Five days later, they find him again. 

They track him, disturb his sleep, give him the same blade he wielded before.

In the Dark Brotherhood, Kovan finds purpose again.

In the Blade of Woe, he finds the extension of his very being.

In the Sanctuary, he once more finds family.

In the words of the Night Mother, he finds solace.

It’s 434 of the Third Era

Silencer Kovan no longer cares about how old he is.

The blood of his family drenches his clothes. Their bodies lay cold on the floor. Dead. Every single one.

The Black Hand is no more. Their lives taken by him.

Lucien hangs from the ceiling of Applewatch.

The whispers of the Night Mother echo inside his head. She knew. She recognized him. She called for his soul to work by her side once more.

With negligence and deceit, she recalled the only living person who saw what Lyra went through. She allowed a rat to infiltrate the Brotherhood. She allowed for Kovan’s hand to wield the blade that wiped most of the Brotherhood off the map of Cyrodiil.

It was all planned, of course. 

Everything went as she wanted.

Kovan screamed into the void that was the night sky. The tears ran down his face, his throat hurt, his voice stopped. 

With disgust, he held the Blade of Woe in the same hand he used to kill.

With hate, he threw the blade into the sea.

It’s 201 of the Fourth Era.

Sheogorath walks through the forest that surrounds Falkreath. The mist is dense, the air is heavy.

He approaches the door, runs a scarred hand over the skull that decorates the door.

The whisper is clear inside his mind.

What is the music of life ?

“Silence, my brother.” The Daedric Prince answers.

[lucius-the-sinful]

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

🍄: I guess now is a good time as any to reveal I am working on an original novel! It has been years in the making with a lot of me just brainstorming ideas for the world but if I had to narrow it down: grim fantasy + cosmic horror = actually, a story about how love triumphs over everything.

⚠️: Oh man. I always have so many ideas floating around my little brian so I'm always just chipping away at individual projects. The novel mentioned above won't be anywhere near finished anytime soon, not even sure how I would want to go about sharing it either but those are all problems for later (older) me. That thang don't even have a title yet. Ideally I would like to finish the next part to Witcher, Poet, King, my series that follows my witcher OC. Realistically, however, I think the next thing will be "Call in the Wind" a short story about my dunmer OC, Lazarus and his adventure in Skyrim, or the ever-changing fic about my dunmer dragonborn, Helon, which I have titled "Ashblind".

🖍 I also won't let a single sentence limit me. Here is a passage from "Call in the Wind" featuring Lazarus and Kaidan, from the Kaidan follower mod:

After ordering food and reserving a space to sleep, Lazarus continued, in a low voice. "House Hlaalu were seen as traitors after the Oblivion Crisis, Houses Redoran, Telvanni, and Dres blaming them for sending our forces out of Morrowind to support the Empire. They were replaced by House Sadras, my house. Or, at least, it was the one I was born into. The fact these dunmer still recognize House Hlaalu, and regard the empire kindly, is odd to me. Like they are stuck in their own reality."

"Ulfric hasn't shown them much kindness since his rule," Kaidan said. "So I don't blame some of them for becoming hopeful the Empire will throw him out." Drinks were brought to their little table, Kaidan murmuring his thanks to their server. Lazarus sipped on his ale, it was cheap and watered down, but it still warmed him. “What’s in Riften, anyways?” Kaidan asked. “Why there?”

Lazarus hesitated to answer. “I have a living relative there, I’m hoping she can help me find my father,” He looked down into his mug. 

Kaidan waved. “If its too personal, you don’t have to spell it out for me.” 

Lazarus shook his head. “If you’re going to be accompanying me, I might as well. Besides his name, there are only two things I know about him. One, he was of House Hlaalu. Two, by all official records, he died long before I was ever conceived. Since my mother passed away, I made it my mission to find him. Get answers for why he left, who he really is. I don’t even know if the name I have for him is an alias or not.”

[g0atmama]

Helpless, 3

Part 6/9 (nice) of the Tribunal attending a gala with their beloveds

Part 6 includes my Hannabi Sendas and Vivec

It didn��t take long for them to settle on a style of dress. Not even really a dress, more like a skirt and top. Simple but elegant, with her midriff exposed to accent Vivec's own attire he’d be wearing. The tailor worked silently, pinning the fabric of the skirt in place while the warrior-poet floated ahead, watching and helping with how it looked.

The skirt was long, made of black silk. It would have a long cut, revealing almost all of her left leg. There’d be a Redoran-shade sash around her hips, holding the skirt in place and offering the pop of color that was to be expected of a House dunmer. However, there would also be a more subtle declaration of faction. A soft purple-ish blue trim wrapping around the fabric that would drape over her chest. Under, she’d wear something to ensure wind wouldn’t cause a wardrobe malfunction. But still, she’d wear little.

And, by the look Vivec was giving her, he would love it. Love seeing her in such loose clothes, free to dance as she wanted. And perhaps, he’d adore seeing the way other mer looked at her. How the races of man would look upon the young dunmer lady.

All the while, as the tailor worked and Vivec assisted, Hannabi’s mind wandered. Wandered to the gala. To what her mother would possibly say about it. How her grandfather, the one on her mother’s side, would insist she wear the tiny circlet he’d helped his daughter pay to have made. This was a House dunmer event, after all. She should have nothing to betray she was part Ashlander.

The thought brought a sigh. Louder than she intended. Both men paused. Vivec the first to speak.

“Dove, is everything okay?”

She blinked… Then nodded. It wasn’t a secret who her grandmother was. It was no secret, not in this city. She carried Ahemmusa blood, as well as Redoran. She gave one of their small, barely visible signals. A sign she would tell him later, and that it was about her blood. Vivec nodded, turning attention back to the tailor… And dismissed him, sending off to get to sewing the fabric together.

The tailor bowed, gathering up the fabric and pins, and departed. Off to his workspace, his store down in St Olms canton. Vivec allowed Hannabi sit, in the plush bed they’d often share. His hands moved over her body, now bare to him. Gentle touches, sweet massages of the muscles he knew would be sore after even a partial work day.

She didn’t even need to say it. He knew. He was learning her mind, learning of the challenges she faced. So she didn’t need to say it. Instead, he produced a new circlet. Similar to the one her mother had made, but the elytra of the beetle was made from tiny, glittering scales. It would be eye-catching. But, more importantly, it was another subtle way of showing she was proud of both bloodlines that connected within her. No matter what her mother said.

And, that he was proud to declare the granddaughter of an Ashlander as his beloved.

[kartaylirsden]

For the asks for your newest OC :)

Last Seed - What weapon does your OC use? Who taught them how to use it?

Hearthfire - Does your OC have a family (blood or found)? Who are they closest to?

Frost Fall - Where is your OC's primary residence? What city is there favourite?

Thank you for asking! This is Alonisea:

Last Seed - What weapon does your OC use? Who taught them how to use it?

One handed sword + shield or a bow. Being House Redoran means she's has no shortage of instructors regarding swordplay, but most of her early learning was from her father. She also has a couple of distant cousins who served as regular sparring partners.

Her mother taught her the bow. Alonisea is solid enough with it, but still doesn't know what she's supposed to do with all this knowledge about pre-Red Year hunting techniques on the Grazelands.

Hearthfire - Does your OC have a family (blood or found)? Who are they closest to?

She gets on well enough with her parents and younger siblings, but they're not incredibly close either. Both her parents got called to the service of the (then Anticipations) Reclamations when they were younger, and she has complex feelings about her own lack of such.

She's probably closest to her paternal grandfather, who died in during the fall of Ald'ruhn (so technically she's only ever met his ghost) and was a rather stiff and traditional sort. He's just quite happy to have a granddaughter who is doing well by House Redoran at this point.

Frost Fall - Where is your OC's primary residence? What city is there favourite?

Blacklight, though she has travelled quite a bit through Morrowind, Solstheim, and Skyrim. She doesn't have a current favorite, but really wishes she could have seen Ald'ruhn back in the day. Certain ancestors of hers have not helped in this regard.

[jiubilant]

please i would love to hear more of your thoughts on aduri and avrusa, if there’s any you’d like to share. i adore your interpretation of their story & personalities T—T <3

I'M GLAD... <3

the reason that i love those two so much is that they already have a fairly cohesive story that doesn't need much embroidering. but here's how i've filled in the gaps

avrusa was born and raised in vivec city in the last years of the blight. as a cousin of the eminent ald'ruhn sarethis (who at the time had a high seat in the redoran council) she was brought up in opulence and denied nothing but the affection of her busy mother and father (both wealthy merchant-speculators). she was a bright and impetuous scrib who made so much mischief at home in an effort to keep her parents' attention that they eventually threw up their hands and sent her abroad to study under the best tutors they could afford, the alchemist sinderion being one

(i imagine that sending her out of the country to study was her uncle athyn's idea; he spent his youth in rihad and what he learned there saved his life and his council seat later)

she spent her formative years in skingrad apprenticed to sinderion and looks back fondly on those years as some of the happiest of her life; she lived much more simply with him than she was accustomed to but for the first time in her life she was being treated like a person with ideas worth listening to instead of a novelty to trot out at fancy dinners. under his tutelage she published her first scholarly treatise on the properties of nirnroot. it was well-received. sinderion threw her a party

but as passionate as she was about studying alchemy she found the commercial side of the profession more practical than staying in academia and starving in a cellar her whole life. she was in her twenties when she came back to vivec for good (or so she thought) and opened her alchemy shop wholly on her own drake. by that time the sharmat had been vanquished and the nerevarine⁠—a family friend—was causing a stir in the city of light and magic. no one yet anticipated what would soon happen to vvardenfell so avrusa was very put out when her uncle, at the urging of an ominous letter from the nerevarine, ordered her to shut up shop and insisted that the entire sarethi clan go on "pilgrimage" to the mainland. avrusa tried to argue but athyn would hear none of it so off they went

then the red year happened

in the resulting panic avrusa's immediate family (minus her father, who refused to leave the country) fled to manage their small landholdings in eastmarch. in the wake of such disaster and upset avrusa was expected to set aside her studies and her dreams to help her family till strange soil in a strange land. and so she did. over the years the family dwindled in number and the fortunes of the farmstead fell until avrusa was left alone and impoverished and struggling stubbornly to keep her crops—watered with sarethi blood, sweat, and tears—alive

in an especially lonely and desperate year sinderion showed up on her doorstep. the sudden arrival of her beloved old teacher reminded avrusa of everything she'd given up and ALMOST convinced her to abandon the farm and gallivant off with him to who-knows-where...

...but then she received the news that her estranged father had died and left behind an illegitimate toddler that no one knew what to do with. avrusa took the news in stride and traveled to mournim (along with sinderion) to bring little aduri back home to the farm

this quashed avrusa's aspirations again for a time—raising a child required a steady income, and the farm guaranteed an income steadier than what she'd earn trekking across the country picking nirnroot—but brought joy and purpose back into her life. sinderion stuck around to help with both the farm and with little aduri which gave avrusa some time (and motivation; her old teacher was just as exacting as he'd always been) to pursue the studies she'd long neglected

aduri for her part was raised in a loving if somewhat eccentric home where her own eccentricities—she was a shy child and, like avrusa had been at her age, prone to tantrums and fits of impetuous mischief—were understood. avrusa always found it bitter that she couldn't afford to send aduri away for the sort of education that she herself had enjoyed, particularly when aduri started showing interest in painting, but any money they could spare went to buying pigments and brushes

sinderion left to conduct some "field research" when aduri was thirteen or so. he'd always intended to come back :( flash-forward ten years or so and that’s when i imagine that we meet the sarethi sisters in the game

[alexanderdragonborn]

I've been on angst mood so I am pretty curious

why would your ocs become villans?

Villans? Let's see....

Anara: Built up anger

She became angry at the world for taking her sister away and the betrayal from her sister. She blamed herself all these years only for her to be alive but forced to put her down.

Xavier: Rejection

Once upon a time, he had his loving family, which changed when he joined House Redoran. No matter how much he accomplished, his family didn't care and shrugged it off.

Neko: Dragonborn

As the Dragonborn, everyone has expectations and demands. If things go wrong, he's to blame. Having enough, he decided to stop and help the enemies burn the world to the ground.

Milha-Ma: Saving a loved one

Milha can't hurt a fly. But after being ordered to destroy the Dark Brotherhood and meeting her brother for the first and last time. I think if she found a way to travel in the past and stop her mother from leaving. She wouldn't care who she hurt in the process.

Nightshade: Rejection

Nightshade never received any love or affection from her family. She couldn't go through with the arranged marriage and she hated working with Elenwen. However, no one in Skyrim would accept her as a hero because who would want a Thalmor as a hero? Nonsense. Can't go back home or be welcomed in Skyrim.

Anya: Sibling Rival?

So, theoretically, Dylan aborsed the first dragon soul. Instead, Whiterun fighting 1 dragon, they fought 2. Where Anya also absorbed the soul. I think she would have enough of people giving her brother credit or calling her "Dylans younger sister." She doesn't care for fame, but she would be sick of people belittling her. She's not fragile, and people would treat like she is.

Dylan: Revenge/Justice

Dylan does become angry with Kodlaks death. It didn't help that companions tried to blame his sister in front of him. The silver hand took away his father figure. Something in him snapped. He was angry that he couldn't hear anyone.

Aria: Finding some acceptance

Aria wasn't born in Valenwood. She was found and adopted by a couple who was looked after by a Khajiit caregiver. Not really accepted as a Bosmer, but people see her as one. I think she would just find a place where she belongs.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wips on Wedsdays

He kiddos, it's actually my Wednesday so imma post a few wips. tagging @thequeenofthewinter @archangelsunited @kookaburra1701 @rhiannon1199 @viss-and-pinegar @saltymaplesyrup @rainpebble3 @throughtrialbyfire @rosette-dragonborn @mareenavee @snippetsrus @snowy-weather No pressure, this is all just for funs <3

We got art and a smidgen of writing:

Starting with a close-up of the tat details in the render I'm working on. This redo that isn't purely a redo is coming along well. Just gotta add three more tattoos and alllllllll of his scars. Full art and a writing snippet under the cut.

IDK I think it's going well so far ;) and a snippet from Sleepers Awake chapter 7

Teldryn hated tombs. He hated tombs, the undead, the fucking bleached ash that covered the floor after centuries of recycling the same old fucking urns! He hated the way the tombs would wind like a maze. These halls had turned him around to the point of utter confusion! Teldryn hated having to enter the halls of the Dunmeri dead. It creeped him out, to put it bluntly. He had complained about this assignment, of course. It was the last thing he expected when Cosades sent him to go meet with a Blades informant who studied over at the Balmora Mages Guild. The old sugar-tooth had been vague about what this might entail. Just telling him that the notes he got from his last mission weren’t fucking enough and he had to go bother some mage about a fucking myth! The Nerevarine, how fucking ridiculous! The expectation with these missions seemed to be something along the lines of ‘a favour for a favour’ and the mage he’d been sent to, an orc named Sham gra-Muzgob was asking one hell of a fucking favour! She was after the skull of some poor sod named Llevule Andrano. That meant he had to break into the Andrano Ancestral Tomb out on the Bitter Coast. Shit was pretty much a one-way ticket to an execution if he was caught. When he’d mentioned that, the woman merely replied- “Then don’t upset the natives when you do it.” Cosades had said this would be a ‘silly little errand’. How the fuck is desecrating the remains of a member of a fucking hugely influential family in House Redoran a silly little errand? Then there was the justification gra-Muzgob gave him for all of this shit. Something about his people’s death practices being primitive, superstitious nonsense. Teldryn had held his tongue as best as he could. The last thing he wanted was to be thrown in fucking Fort Moonmoth again. The shit they did there…he was glad they’d only pulled out his toenails. Teldryn sucked in a deep breath, trying his best to calm his nerves as he stepped into what he hoped was the chamber that this skull was being kept in. “Look for the one with the ritual markings,” he murmured under his breath as he pulled down the old, silk scarf he’d taken from Suran. A keepsake he allowed himself amongst the things of his that his mother managed to save after his grandfather had thrown most of his belongings into the fire. Llaro had really tried to erase his existence entirely. He wanted to shake the hand of the guy who killed the miserable old cunt! Teldryn tapped his fingers on the rough chitin of his pauldron as her scanned the small, sand-coloured room. Carved into the earth thousands of years ago, the clay walls were smooth and rounded around the edges. His eyes fell on what looked like a small altar at the lip of a pool of ashes. An enchanted chitin dagger and a skull with something carved into its forehead, Daedric runes by the looks of it. Red pigment coloured the thin grooves in the bone. It made him shudder as he knelt down by the altar and stared into Llevule Andrano’s hollow eye sockets. He wondered if he should say something before he went and just took the thing. He knew that there was some sermon that one would recite when they visited the dead. Something that eased the ancestor’s spirit of some shit like that. He had never actually listened to what was said in those sermons. Never listened to the shit spoken by the temple priests either. Honestly, he found it boring, preferring instead to disappear into his own head whenever they started to rattle on. Shit was way more entertaining…until his mind became the enemy of course. He longed for that simplicity. Shit was folly. Teldryn wracked his brain for something appropriate to say. Sure, he might not have cared much for the Tribunal’s teachings as a kid but fuck if he wasn’t bitterly fucking aware of how wrong this all seemed. Teldryn sighed as he took the skull into his shaking hands, opting to mutter a simple “Sorry,” to the spirit before he pulled his scarf from around his neck and wrapped the skull in it before he carefully placed it into his pack.

[nuwanders]

Crusader and witchhunter for Mathyas....my little meow meow

Crusader: Where does your character come from? Where do they feel at home?

Mathyas comes from Blacklight! He's lived there his whole life and feels deeply connected to it-- in part because he is set to inherit Blacklight's seat in the Redoran High Council when his mother dies. It's the only place in which he truly feels 'at home', but that can probably be extended to the surrounding countryside. Outside of Morrowind, he will feel most comfortable in urban centres and cold-ish, dry, coastal climates (so Falkreath is his worst nightmare in more ways than one lol).

Witchhunter: What is something people don’t know about your character?

OH fjjfh honestly there's quite a lot, I think because what we see of him in the fic is his character when it's being pushed to psychological extremes. In normal circumstances he'd be described as relaxed but kind of serious, possessing a bored sort of demeanour but a dry sense of humour, polite, charming when he wants to be, generally quite easy to get on with, and good chat. in the sanctuary he's just like

[choilacanth]

What do Teldryn and dara think about the great houses/house culture in general? What do they think of the tribunal and the daedra? Are either of them very religious or does being dragon born complicate that a bit? Also favourite type of cheese?

Ohhhh there's a lot to get to here :D

First, favorite cheese: Darra loves Aged Helgen cheese and would move a mountain to have it again since Helgen burned down. Teldryn prefers scuttle, but after being asked for his opinions on all kinds of cheese still thinks guar cheese, Ashlander style, is best.

Houses

Darra kind of rolls her eyes at the whole House thing because her father (RIP) was a really old guy from a kwama farmer family in rural Vvardenfell who never let go of his House Hlaalu aspirations. She has much more of a Skyrim-influenced outlook, also, House Hlaalu had fallen in the time since her father first idealized them, so she would rather figure things out on her own and not be tied to any particular group except her own family. (In lieu of a house, the Salvi family had ties to the other Dunmer in the Rift. Darra just knows the other houses have some important presence, but is too removed from it all.)

Teldryn, Ashlander roots and all, moved out of Vvardenfell after the Red Year and grew up in Blacklight, a Redoran stronghold. He thought he could do something worthwhile for his birth clan (and a certain someone) by joining House Redoran. However, to put it lightly, that didn't work out. He still respects what House Redoran has accomplished in general, but House life isn't for him at all. (House Hlaalu is a no because he has strong feelings against the Imperial presence in Morrowind. House Telvanni had land disputes with his clan. While he can also respect them, he has a chip on his shoulder and doesn't have enough interest in hardcore magic to join.)

Daedra/Tribunal/religion

Darra's father was quick to accept the Reclamations. Upon moving to Skyrim with his wife, he downplayed the less accessible bits and started keeping icons of Zenithar around to work with Nords more freely. The familiy still prayed to Azura, the most palatable of the Three in Skyrim, but more as a way to keep Dunmer tradition. Darra mostly practices the same to remember her family. She knows the history of the Tribunal from some books and what the old Dunmer tell her, but all the perspectives make it a mess. As for being dragonborn, Sovngarde seems like "the place next door" even after she actually visits it. She doesn't know where she will end up when she dies, but as Teldryn says, "I'm not too worried about you, you'll manage to find me again somehow."

Teldryn has always walked with the Three, and doesn't deny it. He also wakes up with the dawn to pray and then train, but it isn't a very big part of his life either. (Darra has since joined him, but still can’t outrun him, ash lungs and all.)

On an aside, Darra's mother (also RIP) was very devoted to Azura, claiming Azura guided her out of Vvardenfell days before the Red Year and led her to meet Darra's father. With this in mind, Darra attempted to use "Azura guided me to you" as a pickup line long before going to Solstheim. It didn't work at all.

[tamrielesque]

!!

Trying to find out which of them you HAVEN'T met and--

Navaryn Indarys (he/him)

Born and raised in Solstheim. Goes by Indarys. His family was one of the Redoran Households that brought their wealth to Raven Rock. After his first lessons in magic Aphia Velothi, he took to the College of Winterhold because no way in Oblivion was a True Redoran going to resort to learning from a Telvanni (His father thought Outlanders were a lesser evil than Neloth. His mother disagreed.) However he felt increasingly trapped at the College, both because of the growing hostility towards both mer and magic in the city and the college itself being so reclusive and well--academia wasn't for him.

Disillusioned, and yearning to Use his magic he leaves halfway through his Master's in Restoration to go assist Falion in Morthal. Indarys is kind and earnest, even if he has some things to unlearn. He's both a Knight and a Healer, believing everyone deserves to be helped. Is a fairly competent conjurer. Talks to his Atronach.

Falls in love with the Jarl's daughter, Idgrod the Younger.

(If one more person asks him if he's related to the Nerevarine he will scream. No he is not. He wants nothing to do with that crazy megalomaniac.)