#valtheim towers

[my-screenshot-dump]

[helgiafterdark]

[the-creature-22]

Guess who back from Sovngarde Tally!

Disregard the bloodstains, a gaggle of bandits tried to cut her journey back to you short.

She's fine though, if a bit tired.

[gruvu]

Brief storytime, I failed to keep Lydia alive with in the first.. Couple hours of becoming her thane during my first run as Baron. And it was at the Valtheim towers kind of the FIRST bandits you could come across and clear out. Well.. Lydia fell. And did not hit the water she hit the ground and that is when I found out these companions do not get back up. SO now that I am developing Baron, I realized how.. Traumatizing that might have been? First person to be along on this quest and he would feel better like “Oh I won’t be alone now to carry this burden of being a dragon hero whatever.” THEN not even a day she dies. And now you gotta live with that Baron. 

[isamajor]

Taliesin : Hmm. This is your first time sneaking, isn't it ? Lonicera : What are you insinuating? That my discretion leaves something to be desired? Guess what, I just took out a bandit who was crossing the bridge between the Valtheim Towers with an Ice Spear right into his skull... He didn't see anything coming and didn't have time to feel anything. Can you do just as well? Taliesin : The next one who crosses is for me.

[landgraabbed]

after clearing valtheim towers for the companions

[ehlnofeh]

Last Lines tag game thing!

have been tagged by the wonderful @elfinismsarts for this, gonna have a trawl through what i’ve written and hopefully i can find something for these. i will try and mark any that are spoilers and haven’t published yet too so you can skip them if you want.

think i will tag @thana-topsy @miraakswhore and @argisthebulwark to keep the list light (:

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

“He just lit that with magic! I thought Nords weren’t all that fond of it.”

“Oh! No they’re mostly fine with things like that. A few party tricks never hurt.”

“It also comes in handy in a fight,” said Athis. “Of course, I’m still trying to get better with my sword, but it doesn’t hurt to surprise a bandit who thinks they are going to win with a little fire.” He had an amused look on his face.

Finwe placed her face in her hands and leant forward, her elbows on the table in despair and her hair closing like curtains around her knuckles. “I have been fretting this entire time over nothing,” she said, muffled in her palms. “There has been no point to me doing that.”

I really enjoy parts like this and it’s very funny when Finwe is fretting over what she perceives to be nothing at all, especially when Athis and Ria get a laugh out of it too.

A line from your fic that makes you sad **spoilers**

Finwe took another drink, trying to calm her nerves. “What would you do, if you felt unable to hold back?”

Kodlak took his time to consider his answer. “I would give myself some time and space to calm my feelings. But, I would stay and fight through it as any warrior of our ilk would do. We did not garner our reputation by fleeing at the sight of danger.”

“What if I’m not strong enough to win that fight?” Finwe asked, sorrow in her voice.

This section is the most upset i think i’ve ever made Liv so uh yeah definitely counts for sad when Finwe is weighing up what to do.

A line from your fic you're proud of

The three of them walked through the now quiet market, seeing a few people that had decided to also get some air in the evening. They wandered for a bit, with no real direction, before settling on looking over the city wall behind Jorrvaskr.

The moons were still just rising, Masser currently dissected by the Throat of the World and casting the eastern land in a pale glow. They could almost make out Valtheim towers in the distance, along the river and following the road into Eastmarch. Finwe also looked down to the farms and houses that dotted the landscape outside the city, with dull lights visible in the windows of some. They looked very peaceful out there, with plenty of space to use as you pleased, provided you had enough gold.

I like when i can set a scene and enjoy the peacefulness that i think the moons bring, so quite proud of the way i did this little bit.

A line for your fic you think could have been better

“Go, run!” Hadvar exclaimed as he burst into a light sprint. Finwe followed suit as quickly as she could, overtaking the Imperial soldier. As is often the case when being chased by something, you only need to ensure that you are not the slowest thing being chased.

This was currently Hadvar, and the bear was closing in.

The first chapter is one that i do want to rewrite at some point, so there’s a lot that i could take from it, but think this makes a good point of the tone i initially tried.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character **spoilers**

Yamarz grinned as he stepped away from her. “Because it’s clear you need to help my people. Imagine the guilt, knowing I failed to stop the giants’ attacks on this tribe. Imagine the suffering they would endure as they wipe my people from Nirn. You couldn’t just sit back and watch that happen now, could you?”

I like the way i’ve written Yamarz; conniving and willing to do anything to ensure his little position of power remains intact.

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww' **spoilers**

“It’s still dark outside… so, late. You slept all evening?” Ria asked. “You were gone for longer than we thought you would be, Athis was getting a little worried, but…” Ria placed her finger over her mouth, not giving Finwe a chance to answer her question. “I knew you’d be alright, wherever you were.”

Here, have a drunk Ria telling Finwe how concerned Athis was, even if he’s less willing to share that himself.

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

I’m at work and can’t find anything ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

His retort was interrupted when he spotted the open safe in the corner. “Liza! I’ve told you not to open this.” Gorem quickly stepped to the door and closed it, rolling the handle and feeling the bolts click back into place.

“You could at least make it a challenge for me. I tell you every time to change the combination and every time it’s still four-five-one.” Liza rolled her eyes at the suggestion she would refrain from checking inside for anything nefarious.

“I don’t want to change it,” Gorem said clearly. “You know that it’s my favourite number and that won’t just alter itself overnight.”

“It’s a silly favourite number. It’s not even prime!” Liza exclaimed, exasperated by the idea it was a good number.

This one is from my own original stuff and i have the freedom to throw more easter eggs in i feel. the egg in question relates to my love for dishonored, but even that is an easter egg that harks back to the older immersive sim games that are out there.

A line from your fic that's shocking **spoilers**

“Fucking damn it!”

This is the first time that Finwe swears in the fic.

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

He switched up and let her come to him and she obliged, trying to force her way through his more limited defence. This worked for a few attempts, but he suddenly changed his footwork and began to move with ease, staying just far enough away and never stopping, like a dancer at a Breton ball. She had to push just a bit further to reach him every time and he could see the frustration begin to build. Eventually, she tired and went for one large stretch too many before he sidestepped and tripped her trailing leg, sending her forward into a heap.

I love writing action and i especially like showing the imbalance between a warrior who is in his prime in Vilkas and Finwe trying to keep up. She’s formidable in her own right, but i like to think he has the tactics to adjust to any challenge that he faces.

[plesiosaurys]

how come in skyrim only bandit hideouts have bathrooms. ive never seen a bathroom in townhouses or even jarls' keeps but there is one in valtheim towers and broken oar grotto. is a jarl's ass too exquisite for bucket or are they just better at hiding them

[juniperberries-canisroot]

When I can't remember an NPCs name or I straight up don't like them, I give them a stupid little nickname.

Jalrl Balgruuf's steward is called Asspacito Pepperoni cause I don't like him.

This took place a long time ago on my main save back when it was still new, low level and baby faced. Keep in mind, this was my first ever time playing Skyrim (after my data on the Xbox got erased, thou I never made it to WhiteRun on that save). I didn't know alot, barely anythin and I prioritized exploration more than I did combat and actually building my character so she could defend herself in a fight. There were many times I encountered somethin I was entirely too low level for.

I had a bounty at Valtheim Towers and was reeeally struggling with it. So I hired Marcurio cause I thought a mage with ranged attacks would be good. I also heard good things about him.

I still ended up dying. He was fine thou.

So I backtrack and turn into a werewolf for the first time after I just recently got the Beast Blood. Now all the bandits are dead, I loot everythin, sell it off then head back to Asspacito.

For all that struggle, after multiple failed attempts, he gave me 100 gold. I made more than double that just looting the place.

I had never filled a bandit bounty before, so I didn't know how much he would give me. I'm pretty sure Carlotta gave me more than that after beating up Mikael. I thought the amount of gold wasn't worth all the trouble I went throu. So I go STRAIGHT to his room knowing I've seen valuables in there before, steal everythin and leave.

I still don't like him from that, so now everytime the stuff comes back in his room, I loot it. Across multiple saves. Especially after completing a bounty.

I mean you would think the Steward would have more to offer than some random citizen who will give you much more for a far simpler task (at low levels, my character wasn't built properly back then I had no idea what I was doing). Also how desiccating a giants camp will get you far more gold and loot. Completing the bounty gets you less, even at lower levels. The completion of the bounty only feels like a bonus. Like, if I'm going to raid all the camps across the map for loot and alchemy supplies, I mine as well get a bonus for it from the Steward.

[spinchboli]

Hehehehe thinking about my four horsemen dragon ocs since my fic deals with alot of folklore symbolism and also dealing with the truama and horror that comes from war

I'll have to work on the forth but their design is probably going to be pretty basic in terms of Skyrim dragons

So my friend helped me with this

I was thinking of making the horsemen of the apocalypse for my elder scrolls story but instead of being horsemen, they're dragons that suffered from the hands of men

Showing the horrors of humanity and war and showing how humans can be more monsterous then the beasts themselves

Here's what I have so far

Rozoldovedkrasom- a dragon who's buriel was tampered by the llodos or crimson plague and when they were resurrected by alduin, the plague became airborne and was highly contagious and with the war going on, availability for medicine even though it's practically incurable was scarce so victims where condemned to a area near a cave/mine in shors stone to practically die in, the dragon already hiding there because it was slowly turning into a husk because of the illness, some of the victims and the dragon were sealed in the cave by priests of Arkay and their anger and pain and bitterness turned into Spectors that only fueled the dragons pain and power until it'll become strong enough to break the seal

Also being a mass of dragons just thrown into a burial they're kinda this mass of dragons rotting and melting together similar to the rat king from tlou since rat king's are typically used as an omen of plagues

Deserters killed the victims but due to the heavy stench of death hanging over the area, corpse eaters (practically people who died without a burial during the war) both cursed by either nimira or arkay swamed the village.

Ziininsilkrongrah- two dragons who fought over territory before a thalmor mage merged their two souls together, said mage wanted to find out of Dagur one of my thalmor OCS and the main villain of my stuff would be able to merge his body with a dragon's soul to become dragonborn so now they are constantly fighting in the same body.

Bahdokein- a dragon with a mate who was murdered by war/imperial deserters and in rage, set their village aflame, causing the survivors to evacuate to valtheim towers by said deserters

Bahlokdokipnu- a dragon who was never given a burial and instead pickeld in the swamps of morthal for centuries and thus was raised by a thalmor necromancer since the magical energy in Skyrim is unstable from the eye of Magnus, flesh rotting and falling apart they have a ravenous hunger they need to constantly feed, a hunger that can never be satisfied and constantly eating what it can find to hopefully make it's flesh more stable

The thalmor are heavily involved with my fic since my last dragonborn has Alot of severe truama from them, like literally being forced to fight with them during the great war

[mars-tamriel-explorer]

Moonlit Water

     Ravenna waits until Kaidan is long out of view before fleeing back into the comfortable darkness of the prison tower. The less-than-welcoming number of Stendarr's Vigilants that passed them by during their chat made her uneasy and while she's never been caught by them before, she knows she must be careful to have the advantage of the night in case they somehow noticed her secret. As rested as she's going to get sleeping next to a brazier in a moldy abandoned prison and feeling utterly grimy, Ravenna finally retreats from hiding when the moons are out to watch over her again as she pushes on towards the artfully concealed Rosewood Estate in Falkreath hold. Unfortunately though, she doesn't make it very far. After passing by Valtheim towers and on the road towards Whiterun, she sees them up ahead, waiting eagerly. A large group of the Vigil of Stendarr have congregated in the middle of the road and the hairs on the back of Ravenna’s neck stands on end as dread rises in her chest. They are likely there for her, but she is a wise deceiver, and knows better than to show her hand so soon. So she walks toward them, as confident and nonchalant as she can feign being, and does not look at them, making as though to pass by without interacting at all. She has to hold back from clenching her fists in anxiety as she starts to physically walk past the six paladins, forcing herself to keep her cool, but one of them stops her with a hand on her shoulder.

"Hold, citizen," he greets in a tone that is just unfriendly enough, "Our leader believes he's seen a vampire travelling this way. It isn't safe to be on the roads this late at night. We'd like if you could state your reasoning, if that's alright?" His tone becomes increasingly sinister and Ravenna has to come up with a good lie on the spot or she knows they won't let her go. They might not, anyway.

"I'm a scholar of magic," she begins, cursing herself internally for the way her voice wavers just slightly, "And I’m afraid one too many late nights at my college have instilled a habit in me to-"

"It's her," a smaller, female paladin interrupts from behind Ravenna, and when she turns to look at the Vigilant, she is holding up a spell of Detect Dead in one hand. "She's the vampire."

". . . Shit," is all Ravenna can say for herself in the brief moment of calm before the storm springs to life. Ravenna takes off running towards Riverwood, using an Oakflesh spell to protect her and trying to dodge the swings of swords and maces and bolts of magic sunlight as the six Vigil try to converge on her at once. They all give chase and Ravenna, Mara save her, cannot run very fast for very long even with her supernatural capabilities. She is also unwilling to try to fight them off - killing a group of Stendarr's paladins to save herself is contradictory to all her personal beliefs, despite her fierce desire to live this ugly half-life. Her only option is to lose them in the dense forest of Falkreath hold. As her Candlelight spell fades, Ravenna puts some of her faith in the cover of the night and relies on her supernatural eyesight instead - a choice she normally would not make to appear more human. The darkness and the moons make it easier to sprint more than if she was in broad daylight, helping her put distance between herself and them but still they are hot on her heels, slinging spells and brandishing their weapons in their efforts to kill her. Hoping to shake them off, Ravenna sprints ahead as far as she can to the Riverwood bridge, stopping at the edge of the water only briefly to see if they are still close behind her before slowly stepping onto the surface of the water.

[papierscrolls]

Around Valtheim Towers, Whiterun.

[goblinroleplay]

just recognised the inside of valtheim towers on talsgar

[imperialmilf]

Lynariel’s journal - Journey to Ivarstead, Part II

(Part I can be found here.)

The second day of our journey was not so pleasant. It seemed to start off well enough, as we left Valtheim Towers after an excellent night’s rest and a decent breakfast. Soon after our departure, we found an old Nordic tomb, as well as a  Nord fellow named Golldir. He told us that a necromancer had taken over his family’s tomb and was practicing dark magics on his ancestors. It seems his aunt had already gone in alone, but she hadn’t been heard from in some time. As it was still early morning, and we were still in good spirits, Uthgerd and I decided to help the poor fellow. After some time spent laying Golldir’s ancestors back to rest, we found the corpse of his aunt, Agna. Poor, brave woman. I pray she died well. I felt I was honor-bound to assist Golldir in avenging his aunt, and so we delved onwards into the depths of the tomb. Eventually we found the necromancer, and laid him to rest as well.

After ensuring that there weren’t any more of Golldir’s ancestors crawling around, we left him alone to mourn his aunt. It was beginning to get late at this point, and so we planned to stop at Fort Amol to rest for the night. I was rather concerned at the thought of staying the night in a Stormcloak camp, but Uthgerd assured me that I would be under her protection. Such bravado usually has little effect on me... but I must admit, I’m quite pleased to have someone else I can rely upon. Unfortunately, we soon found the fort to be overrun with apprentice conjurers. It was quite dark by now, but even after clearing the fort of its new inhabitants, I could not imagine staying there. The entire place reeked of death and singed flesh. We traveled onward for many hours, hoping to find a decent shelter to rest in. It soon began to rain.

We marched onward in the cold Skyrim rains until we encountered a man who claimed to have been attacked by bandits and separated from his caravan. He asked us to escort him a short ways off the trail back to his camp. We obliged, in hopes that we could perhaps find shelter and good company with his group, but I was naive in my exhaustion. The man himself was a bandit, and we were ambushed by the rest of his camp the moment we set foot into the light of the campfire. By this point in our journey it was nearly three in the morning, and I had little patience for such pesky encounters. All I wanted was a bedroll to lie upon, and some shelter above my head. After fighting off each of the bandits, we quickly took shelter in the old stone tower they had been camped outside of. It was drafty and wet and not a very good shelter at all. Uthgerd and I were forced to huddle together for warmth in the only semi-dry spot of floor. If not for the miserable conditions, I could’ve thoroughly enjoyed her company, but we were both too exhausted and frozen to enjoy much of anything. All things considered, it was a rather terrible day. Praise be to the Divines that we managed to survive it all.

Thankfully, the rest of the journey went quite smoothly, despite the rainy conditions. After a few hours of midmorning travel we arrived in Ivarstead, where I am now gratefully curled up next to a warm hearth at the Vilemyr Inn. Good food, good company, and a real bed to sleep in tonight. After we’ve recuperated a bit, Uthgerd and I have evening plans to scare off a ghost at the nearby Shroud Hearth Barrow. We intend to begin our journey up the Seven Thousand Steps early tomorrow morning. Praise be.

[full-pockets]

I kept having trouble at Valtheim Towers with all the bandits everywhere, esp since they aren't low level anymore. I even had Marcurio with me this time who died cause one got right in his face and I couldn't save him in time (ofcourse I reloaded).

This time, I used the werewolf form, somethin I don't normally use and it was a breeze. Marcurio didn't die, I didn't die, I FINALLY made it actually in the tower and past the front door and they all went down in like five hits max. One guy took five hits cause his sheild kept blocking my attacks. Plus I've never used the werewolf power before so I don't have any perks. Also I couldn't figure out how to turn at first, I kept pressing the wrong button, so the only buttons I pressed were the standard attack buttons once I did transform.

Now I kinda want to raid more bandit camps. I have Hircine's Uncursed Ring too.

[belmontswhip]

journey to Valtheim Towers