#housecarl

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Ulfric Stormcloak: I went to Riften recently and a seven year old smoking a cigarette told me to go impale myself.

Lydia, leaning over to whisper to Leara: I thought Aventus quit.

[illustratus]

Anglo-Saxon huscarl

[lakeviewcellar]

Yeah, we're Goths

[offense-is-the-best-defence]

A long house sat nestled among the trees, the windows shone brightly from the lights within & smoke issued from an opening in the roof. Firmly nailed to the door was a pictogram of a horned helm with a red X through it. 

Inside the meat & mead flowed freely on the large table that was crowded by the various housecarls of Skyrim. 

‘Did any of you reach an Overlook the normal way?’ asked Lydia, taking a healthy swig of mead. ‘Because I never did.’ 

The group shook their heads & few rolled their eyes. 

‘2 days jumping & climbing when there was a perfectly good set of stairs a mile down the road.’ grumbled Rayya. 

‘I don’t think the Dragonborn knows what stairs are.’ laughed Calder. 

‘Perhaps we should show her.’ 

‘The shock alone would kill her.’ 

The table erupted in laughter. 

‘Good in a fight though.’ 

‘Aye, if only she’d stop running through traps.’ said Jordis, shaking her head. ‘I barely made through some of those Dwemer ruins.’ 

‘Or accidently hitting you with her sword.’ 

A few of the housecarls nodded. 

‘Some of those enchanted blades stung.’ 

‘I was so furious, I chased her through half of Blackreach.’ chuckled Gregor. 

‘What about her habit of running into a room full of enemies?’ remarked Lydia. 

As one, the group looked at the Whiterun housecarl. 

‘Says the woman who runs full speed into giant camps.’ snorted Valdimar. ‘We’ve all heard the stories.’ 

‘What? I like a challenge.’ Lydia said defensively. 

‘20 bandits is a challenge, rushing a giant is suicide.’ 

‘I’m still here, aren’t I?’ 

‘Indeed you are.’ said a hooded figure. ‘It seems you dislike this Dragonborn.’ 

The housecarls paused, realising how their words must seem to the stranger. 

‘We do not dislike her. It’s just...’ 

‘We just wish she would be more careful.’ said Iona carefully. Though she could not see the stranger’s face, there was something familiar she couldn’t place. 

The stranger flipped back her hood. 

‘Then pass me some mead & let us discuss my faults.’ said the Dragonborn. 

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[svartabergetart]

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[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

I'm still plugging away at my latest chapter. Have some Lydia shenanigans.

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn @mareenavee @dirty-bosmer @paraparadigm @blossom-adventures @rainpebble3 @snowberry-crostata @skyrim-forever @ladytanithia @saltymaplesyrup @throughtrialbyfire and anyone else who would like to participate. Yup, I am tagging YOU.

Left corner. Right corner. Rafters. Floor. Left corner. Right corner. Rafters. Floor. It makes her dizzy just to watch him. She leans forward when she gets no response from him, and the scent of burnt ozone fills her nostrils along with the sound of Ambarys’ fingers tapping—or rather twitching uncomfortably on the bar top. “Ambarys…”

He looks down at her, eyes widened and eyebrows raised almost into his hairline as if he had not noticed she was there despite the fact that he brought both her and Narile a drink. “Just fine, Lydia. Been very busy lately as you can see.” He swipes his arm across the bar, almost upsetting the two drinks he just brought as he indicates the mostly-full tavern. “Everything has been just fine.” 

The bruised veins of his eyes make the red color look even more intense as they continue to dart about until they stop. Finally they settle, attention fixed on the steps to the upper floor as he stares at them in abject horror as if some phantasm would appear at any moment. 

Lydia nudges Narile under the table as her eyes carefully check the room for a threat. She then leans in to whisper in her wife’s ear. “Something isn’t right here, and I am going to find out what. Stay here with your new friends, and if something should happen, go call on Galmar and tell him that there is suspicious activity happening at the Gnisis.”

“But—”

Lydia shakes her head slightly as she gives Ambarys what she hopes is a disarming smile. She doesn’t want him to think that anything is out of the usual for them. “You will stay here. Do you understand me?” She tucks a strand of hair behind her wife’s hear and places a kiss to her neck, lingering there for a moment. “Be good while I am gone, and make some more friends.”

She then straightens herself up and looks up at Ambarys who has since wandered his way to the other side of the bar and has started rewashing the same mug for the third time as his eyes continue to search the room. Something is definitely wrong here and she’s going to find out exactly what, starting with searching upstairs.

As slowly as she dares, she slides off from the stool she is sitting on before ducking her way behind some of the patrons standing in the middle of the room. All the while, her eyes focus on Ambarys. If she happens to get caught, she can just say she was going to the bathroom. It’s adjacent to the stairs to the second floor anyway. However, with the state he is in, she isn’t sure that he would be receptive to her explanation.

The old wooden planks creak ominously as Lydia’s foot touches the first stair, but she dare not look back at this point. Either she goes up now or not at all. As she ascends the staircase, each step she takes echos louder in her ears than the last and she is certain that Ambarys will come running at any moment—but he never does. She reaches the flat of the second floor without any problems. It almost seems too easy. 

Reaching down to the pommel of her short sword, she continues her search carefully. First, her eyes drift around the first corner. Nothing. The second. Nothing. She turns her head around and even checks behind her. Dust, dirt, and depression. As much as the first floor has been remodeled, it would appear that the second did not merit that same treatment.

However, as Lydia continues forward, at the end of the hallway, she finally encounters something interesting. A closed door. She presses her ear against it to try to listen for movement. Still nothing, and when her hand reaches up to turn the handle, it is locked. Divines damn it. She has never been any good at lock picking, and for that same reason, she doesn’t carry any on her person.

Creak. Swish.

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday: Katabasis

Tagged by the lovely @thana-topsy @gilgamish this week, and in recent weeks past by @saltymaplesyrup and @dirty-bosmer

I'm not tagging anyone because I'm coming up on 2 WEEKS without power or internet after a severe storm, so there's no way to guarantee I'll see anyone's posts since navigating tumblr on my phone is a nightmare. :(

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (blood and violence) Category: Gen Genre(s): Action/Adventure Main characters: Khemor gro-Skaven (Male orc LDB), Calder, Gregor

Summary: A series of fics detailing how Khemor went from a senior magus in the College of Whispers to becoming the Last Dragonborn, Thane of Windhelm and the Pale, confidant of Ulfric Stormcloak and traitor to the Empire.

The broad square sail filled with wind as the Sea Hawk turned towards the ocean. When the first wave caused the bow to lift and then drop, Calder quickly sat next to Khemor and stuck his fingers under one of the ropes that secured the canvas-wrapped crate to the bulkhead.

“Up oars! Ice to port!”

At Revna’s shout, the men at the oars pushed down and held, lifting the blades as one from the water, and Torden leaned on the tiller, the rushing of water around the steering-oar increasing in volume as the ship changed heading.

Calder risked a glance over the topstrake. Submerged chunks of ice floated by, milky blue in the dark water. There was a hollow thump and a shudder ran through the hull, but Captain Torden did not seem bothered.

Above them the sky was a cloudless, azure bowl where seabirds wheeled and called. Below, the water was dark. Soon the shore was far enough away that the only indication of how quickly Kyne’s wind was carrying them was the bright white ice floes that passed by as the ship cut through the waves. A large horker bull amidst his harem of cows called out a challenge to them, but was soon left behind.

The men continued rowing, the creaks and groans of the oars in the ports blending with the sound of the water churning in their wake.

“We’re out of the ice-belt!” Revna called from her perch in the bow. A sigh of relief went up from the men at the oars, but they continued their slow, steady strokes, looking to Captain Torden.

“Ship oars!” he called, and the long pine shafts were pulled in, lashed to the strakes more quickly than Calder would have thought possible. There was a flurry of activity, shouting, cursing, and finally with several chants of heave-ho the sail was hoisted to its full height.

A great bird of prey was painted on the sail, its wings seeming to flap as the canvas rippled and billowed. The acceleration was immediately apparent, and the deck suddenly tilted as the Sea Hawk heeled against the wind. The cliffs and rocks of the mouth of the White River were small on the horizon: they were truly underway.

After a while, Calder felt he was less liable to tumble off of his perch with every pitch and roll of the deck and he released his grip on the rope to lean back against the upper strake. When Khemor glanced over, Calder was slightly gratified to note that his thane did not seem to find the motion of the ship any more pleasant than he did.

“Are you warm enough, Thane?” Calder said, leaning close to be heard over the sounds of the sea and the thick fur-lined hood that was pulled up over Khemor’s ears.

“I believe I am as warm as it is possible to be, under the circumstances.”

Behind them, Captain Torden let out a loud laugh. “This is as good a spell of weather as we could hope to have, Thane! Kyne is smiling on us!”

“Let her continue to do so,” Khemor responded.

“And look, Stuhn’s wolves have come to see us off!” Torden stretched out an arm, pointing towards the horizon.

A line of black, triangular fins rose from the ocean, and Calder caught a glimpse of shiny dark forms beneath the surface of the water before they disappeared.

The boat suddenly felt very small.

“Bah, they just think we have a net full of herring,” said Helvyn. The first mate finished securing the line holding the beitass to an iron ring set into the deck before standing and shading his red eyes, looking out towards the dark forms in the waves. “Thieving fetchers.”

The line of fins broke the surface again, closer. Before they had fully sunk beneath the waves a second rank of fins followed them, and this time one of the creatures lifted its blunt head out of the water and a plume of vapor rose into the air. A sharp white oval stood out starkly on the side of its face.

Is that an eye? It’s enormous!

[yeehawbvby]

Sorry for the rampant oc x canon posting but

Look at these suckers. Bryn won’t commit to a relationship (because of this mod that drags out their romance) bUT LOOK AT THIS. Look at the tender stare!! Brynjolf is so in love with her it’s NUTS

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Lydia: What are you looking at?

Last Dragonborn: *points at a butterfly*

[refinedstorage]

Iona

[lakeviewcellar]

Made a present for Lydia

[septicrodent]

I brought Ralis back instead of Erandur and Revyn won't look at me??? He then proceeded to give me a rather shocked expression??? I guess I underestimated how much he liked Erandur 😔

[throughtrialbyfire]

dropping my rayya headcanons here while i avoid Actually Writing

her mother wove fishing nets, and her father was a fisherman. they met through this, and while they had very opposite personalities (her father being much more bookish and reserved than her mother, who was the more energetic and social of the pair) they took to each other instantly

rayya was raised along the coast of hammerfell, and her childhood is overwhelmingly full of good memories of those days

she's very outdoorsy because of her parents! she loves fishing especially, and on a calm/relatively sunny day in falkreath hold, she'll be at the lake in her boat reading, fishing, or just enjoying the weather

she very much took after her father, including his intense love of literature. her favorite genre is horror <3

she and her family fled from hammerfell to skyrim during the great war, when she was just a teenager. she returned after the war and spent some time as an alik'r warrior, but eventually grew tired of that life, and decided to return to the cold province she'd been calling home for so many years

she loves the misty, overcast weather of falkreath. while the rain does mean she can't spend as much time outdoors as she wants, she just loves a good thunderstorm, or a day with heavy fog

[feykrorovaan]

Taliesin:"And I can't believe that it's finally me and you and you and me just us...and your housecarl Lydia dododododododo Lydia dododododododo Lydia."

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

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