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mareenavee · 11 months

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15, 16, and 19 for any characters you like! -sylvienerevarine

Hello, hello! Thank you for these!

Skyrim Asks for my fic The World on Our Shoulders!

Gonna answer these for Teldryn because WHY NOT. Let's go!

ask game is here.

I am going to include a writing fragment below because of course I am (: Under the cut for formatting kindness.

15. Do they consort with Daedra?

Why yes, yes he does. Not for the usual Dunmer cultural reasons, either -- he's the Nerevarine. (It's in the fic tags so it's not really a spoiler!) He is Azura's champion, meant to be the downfall of the Tribunal. And how he was. These days, sometimes she sends him odd dreams that are more or less out of context but hasn't truly spoken to him in some time as she had back in the 3rd era.

There have been other encounters with other Daedra. He's been annoyed by Hircine once or twice. It wouldn't surprise him if he'd crossed paths with Sanguine on one of his benders. He's almost positive he came dangerously close to making a bad deal with Vile. He's probably currently spun into some web or another with Mephala, because who isn't? There'd been nightmares, too. Plenty of those seemed influenced by Vaermina herself. Though there's no concrete proof of either of those. And Hermaeus Mora...hmm. He's met him once or twice, and that one likely isn't done with him -- or Nyenna for that matter.

A fragment from a future chapter 43 for you, then -- not final (:

“Hmm… come, bask in my presence,” the abyss said. Nyenna’s throat felt like it was closing and she did not move an inch.

“What are you?” she asked, voice strained with fear. “What do you want with us?”

“What am I, hmm? Not what, who. Who am I, hmm? I am Hermaeus Mora. I am the guardian of the unseen, and knower of the unknown. I have been watching you, mortal. Most impressive,” the thing said. “Your generosity has rendered my previous servant…hmm…useless. He has been…destroyed. I will require…hmm…another champion. When the time comes, you will take his place.”

Nyenna heard the rage of her dragon screaming inside her skull, even through her tears and her terror. She knew the tales of the Daedric Princes and the destruction they wrought over the ages. This thing had deceived even Septimus Signus, though he had previously admitted to being damaged by the Elder Scrolls. Perhaps he had not been in his right mind, and this beast took advantage, only making his condition worse. She was not weakened. She would not be used.

“I will have nothing to do with the likes of you,” she spat with disgust, though she was still crying. Teldryn’s breath caught as he looked with wide eyes between her and Hermaeus Mora.

There was a wet screaming sound, like the death throes of a mutilated, mutated creature as the squid-like eye of the Daedric Prince moved not inches from her face, anger visible somehow around it in its ink. She heard the sound of tentacles writhing and felt bile creep up her throat. Icy dread gripped her and she could barely breathe. She couldn’t look away as the eye bore down on her. In her peripheral vision, more eyes than she could count focused on her from all angles. She began to tremble. Teldryn held on to her more tightly.

“Who do you think put these events into motion, hmm? Who guided the addled one here? Whose information…hmm…brought you back safely to open this box and loose my knowledge on this…hmm…world? Not your Aedra, no. Not your…hmm…dragon-soul. Me,” the thing said. He let the declaration hang there in the air between them.

“I came here on my own to finish my quest,” Nyenna said, resolve faltering. Her voice felt small as she tried to speak, smaller than it had felt for some time now. “I… It has nothing to do with…with you.”

“Foolish girl. Your free will is an illusion,” the abyss spat, voice venomous. “Whether you acknowledge me or not is your own business. But I…hmm…I am in your mind. You cannot escape me. You never will.”

Nyenna’s rage had cooled as quickly as it had burned and she was sobbing again, reminded of the terror of her dream world. Of the inky darkness and the monsters held within. Was her nightmare given to her by this abomination? Had she walked his realm in her sleep?

“He who has been…hmm…lost to you, girl, is…hmm…alive, by the way. Though by all accounts, the world would be…hmm…better off if this was not true,” Hermaeus Mora hissed. He let out a low, evil sounding laugh.

“Who is?” Nyenna asked, unthinking. Her heart seized in her chest. Lost to her, specifically? Her voice croaked as she said his name. “Eris?”

There was no way. She had watched him die. She had seen the light of his soul leave his eyes. She tried to close her eyes as they filled with tears but found she could not. The tears blurred her vision.

“You are mine, Dragonborn. And you will…hmm…seek me for this answer. I await the day you…hmm…give in,” the abyss said, the room once again filling with his low, slimy cackle. The eye slid its focus off of her for the barest of seconds, glancing at Teldryn, who had frozen in place next to her. The eye narrowed as the water-logged laugh quieted. When it returned its focus to Nyenna, the giant squid eye blinked just once more before the writhing, inky mass collapsed in on itself, leaving no trace behind.

16. Did they feel sympathy for any villains they came into contact with? If so, who and why?

Teldryn definitely holds a more survival focused approach to defeating enemies. In the moment, it's usually incredibly difficult to find the time for things like sympathy or mercy -- usually it comes down to a fight to the death, especially when one side is a legendary hero. There's also the question of what constitutes a villain? Simply a person on the wrong side of an equation? He had no sympathy whatever for someone like Dagoth-Ur, not after all the chaos caused to his people. There might have been a glimmer of regret, perhaps an echo from something in a past life if those things are to be believed. But the only way forward for his people at the time, was to end him and to stop the blight.

Dagoth-Ur was...a symptom of a deeper problem. A different betrayal. But did that betrayal from thousands of years ago translate to villainy specifically? It's not like there wasn't a semblance of peace for Morrowind for a time -- but of course there's so, so much that can be peeled back about that (and I did not go into it for World, and I did not write a Morrowind fic.) Suffice to say, there were evils underneath the surface, even under the best of intentions. That said, Teldryn isn't sure why, exactly, but he let Vivec go. Yes, the one who held Baar Dau over the city as a reminder of his power. As a threat. Who, upon losing his power, could be the reason Morrowind is in such a state in the 4th era because of this decision. He was a villain. This facet was villainous. Was it sympathy to spare him even after that or a different kind of defeat? Still not sure. Teldryn had destroyed Vivec's connection to divinity and death would come for him eventually. It just didn't have to be by his hand.

19. Do they have any family?

Once, a long time ago, at this point beyond his earliest memories, he did have parents, back when he lived in the Imperial City. He was a young child when they died and he was shipped off to Morrowind, a place he'd never seen. There had been an uncle he was to stay with according to his papers, but he never made it that far. He ran away as soon as he got off the ship. Nobody followed him. Nobody rescued him. He grew up on his own and stayed without a family for literally centuries.

These days, at least in the flash-forward chapters of my fic, he is in the process of having a family, we'll say. He's not married, but he and Nyenna are about to be parents regardless. Until now, he had friends who filled the empty places where a family might have been. Things change, even if it takes centuries, though. (:

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the-blackholeus · 2 years

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OMG I DIDNY EVEN REALISE YHAT YOU RELPLIED TO MY COMMENT THANM YOU!! But I literally have this thought on my mind everyday and if ofc it’s not too much trouble read Away! ((This is obvs just added info and you don’t need to read or even follow it,it’s just my thoughts,your writing is so satisfying I couldn’t be the slightest upset!)

So the thought is that, the male dovahkiin is like a typical delinquent boy? He’s harsh,easily annoyed and hates being looked down upon and will test his strength and wouldn’t even think before throwing a punch at somebody,and is the sort to rather die than show a shred of emotion despite anger,like full on run away and never show his face again🥲 And then a daedric prince comes for whatever reason(probs the dovahkiins lil pazaz) and they are soulmates,like instant boom omg you smell like heaven I need you?👹👍(this is harder to write down than I thought😅) idk where I’m going with this but I have this thought of just an overly possessive daedric prince(literally whatever one) and them trying to hug the dovahkiin in bed coz of like some inner instincts to have him in bed and them having to force and lay on the dovahkiin(loving the contact ;)) and the dovahkiins protesting,thrashing around insulting them.

I literally have no idea I jsut love the dynamic of a stubborn person and a usually menacing and terrifying person being an absolute puppy with the other 🤨 please,once again,ignore this if it’s too confusing it honestly hurts my brain aswell!😭 but it feels nice to get my thoughts down either way(this is more of a ramble tbh)

Thank you and I luv u <3333

I am so incredibly sorry that this took forever. I kind of forgot about this story because I wanted to add more Daedra and it kind of slipped out of existence for a while. I only found it again because I opened another document to work on some recent requests...I'm such an idiot.

I hope you can forgive me and still enjoy the story.

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Hermaeus Mora

Hermaeus Mora, one, if not the most powerful Daedra in existence, had honestly forgotten that he had a soulmate at all.

To him, the collection of knowledge and hoarding the secrets of the world was far more important than to find the mate that destiny had intended for him. He had never questioned who they were, what their name was, which species they belonged to, and generally never wasted a thought on what he would do when he would be confronted with them. Instead, he had focused entirely on his champion Miraak, which had consumed more and more of his time as soon as this foolish Nord had begun to overstep his boundaries.

But of course, defying fate is never that easy. Not even for the very creature that could change it to his favor, and as such one day the youngest Dragonborn, a fierce male Nord, appeared in his realm, Apocrypha.

He had slashed himself through his servants, torn them into pieces with minimal effort, found his books in record time, and won the battle with his former favorite servant with frightening ease, claiming the title as the strongest Dovahkiin in existence, leaving the broken and bleeding body to its master, who disposed of it as if it was nothing but a useless pile of flesh with no worth, gifting this powerful mortal with the weapon and the clothes that once belonged to the now dead man.

But of course, Hermaeus Mora wasn’t one to let the opportunity to claim a new and better champion slide. Intrigued by the raw power and rage the other showed and acted upon, he wanted to have this individual in his collections of most unique servants. Desiring to study this exceptional creature, the Daedra made an offer that the male Nord could not decline, promising to give him all the knowledge he could ever want and move freely through the world as long as he would never act against his interest and complete some simple tasks once in a while. And apparently, the current only living Dragonborn was just as much of an opportunist as himself, for he quickly agreed.

But…despite having him in his ranks, powerful and almost all-knowing deity wasn’t satisfied. Of course, it was delightful to watch him, his way of battling so very interesting that the mass of eyes and tentacles even interrupted his studying and watched, no matter how basic and unimportant the fight seemed to be, but…it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to satisfy this strange longing in him. It wasn’t enough to silence the voice in his mind that had begun to speak to him shortly after he had taken the other under his wing. It wasn’t enough for…him.

He wanted the Nord to be close. To have him around when he read and wrote, to teach him about Skyrim’s history and where he had influenced it, maybe even to discuss new spells that the divine being was working on and using his feedback to improve them further. He wanted not just to be his master, but also his companion. His friend even. And that led him to behave in a very unusual way.

He was definitely kinder to the Dovahkiin than he was to the rest of his underlings, which he considered as worthless slaves. His words were not as degrading, the riddles that he liked to throw upon the poor souls that dared to enter his domain to thrive them insane and trap them forever and ever had reduced to a minimum, and he even offered to help him on his quest to obtain all shouts, granting him a map with all the locations that he needed to go to, and giving him hidden clues how to find those who were hidden from plain sight. Of course his friendliness was met with suspicion at first. Hermaeus Mora was known to be a tricky creature, who slowly manipulated people into thinking his way, taking over their minds and forcing them to serve him by making crave more and more knowledge, thriving them absolutely mad and keeping them as trophies afterward. As such the male did not take to his actions too kindly at first, fearing that it was all just an attempt to make him end up like Miraak. But as time passed, their partnership grew tighter, and the Nord slowly began to trust him a little.

At least enough to accept an offer to assist him in treating the wounds that he carried from battle with an Ancient Dragon, which had taken him by surprise and managed to injure him heavily.

And it was then, when the Daedra wrapped his bleeding lower arm, they discovered the truth.

It turns out that the that the Dovahkiin carried around a strange mark he had since birth. A mysterious, eye-shaped symbol that was carved into his flesh, not paling nor fading no matter how many years passed or how many times the skin was cut. It had…shocked the deity so much that he had let go of his champion altogether, leaving him to wonder why he had suddenly decided to let him tend the rest of his wounds himself, and of course also letting a snarky remark pass his lips as well.

But that all had suddenly stopped when he saw that Hermaeus Mora looked at him like he was something absolutely alien, something bizarre, something which’s reality he couldn’t grasp… Never before had he seen the Daedric Prince seem so…lost. It was a sight that had honestly made him nervous…

But that uneasy feeling passed as soon as the immortal began to explain what he had just discovered, revealing the reason they, no matter how much distrust the powerful warrior had towards him, were always drawn to one another.

He had revealed that they…were soulmates. Lovers by destiny.

It all somehow escalated from them on. The Dovahkiin couldn’t exactly remember what happened, but all he knew that unknown instincts that rested within him suddenly awoke, and yearnings that he didn’t even know he had been finally calmed as he and the all-knowing creature became one, giving not only their souls to one another, but also their bodies.

The pleasure that they were experiencing was beyond anything both of them had ever felt. Finally, Hermaeus Mora understood why so many of his brethren lowered themselves to such animalistic desires, for the ecstasy he felt was better than any acquiring of knowledge, or the joy he felt when he killed a traitor. It was a whole new feeling that he yearned to explore further, to know more about, and ever since, their physical bonding happened regularly.

Just like last night.

By the next morning, the Dovahkiin was sore. His entire body hurt from receiving the love and affection from the Daedra, causing him to groan lowly as he awoke. Carefully, he blinked his eyes open, and moved his hands to rub the sleep out of them before stretching himself and rubbing his face. He sat up, letting his fingers run through his hair and scratching the back of his neck, glancing to his right. He stared down upon the massive form that laid next to him, curled up into a ball, still slumbering deeply despite lacking the need for it, studying his figure that was oh so familiar to him.

This being was no other than Hermaeus Mora himself, who had changed into a humanoid form to ease the process of bonding. He had given himself the form of an over eight feet tall lean man. His hipbones showed, and ribs poked out from his deathly pale yet flawless skin, which had a tint of grey to it, fitting well into the realm of Apocrypha. Despite that, strong muscles rested underneath his soft flesh, giving him a toned stomach as well as strong arms, connected to large, thin-fingered hands ending with long, razor-sharp black claws. His jaw was sharp, his face laced with lines that spoke of middle-age (not that it mattered, he was immortal after all, but it fit him well), and hanging from his skull was astonishing beautiful, incredibly long void-black hair, which covered almost the entire bed. If he stood, it reached floor, and if he walked, it’d drag behind him for around three feet. Not rarely, he was cleaning the floor with it unless the Dragonborn would braid it. A ritual that had deepened their bond even more over time.

The Dovahkiin felt a small smile form on his lips, and after looking around to see if he was truly unobserved, he dared to raise his hand, and let his fingers run through those soft locks, feeling their texture on his rough fingertips. He watched as these beautiful features twitched and changed, and a low groan came from the Daedra’s throat as he curled up more, not awakening from the skin-to-skin contact but rather diving deeper into the world of dreams. The mortal snorted at the display and shook his head in disbelieve before beginning to rob out of bed, planning to go to the recently created bathroom to bathe, hoping the warm water would ease his aching muscles.

But before he could do so, he suddenly felt two massive arms warp around him, and pull him back onto the bed, forcing him to fall back and onto the soft sheets.

The Dragonborn grunted in surprise as he fell back onto the soft sheets. He was pulled against the ice-cold deity’s chest, and a large head nuzzled into the back of his neck, long hair tickling him wherever it reached. “HEY!”, the powerful mortal complained, glaring furiously as his lover’s tongue ran over skin, and soothed the swollen flesh that had suffered dearly during their intercourse.

“Hmm…My lovely champion.”, Hermaeus Mora rumbled deeply, and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Where do you think you are going?”

“Bathing.”, the mortal spoke matter-of-factly, and attempted to free himself from the iron-grip the other had on him, not minding the long claw, which could unintentionally hurt him should he move in any wrong way.

He heard the Daedra huff gently, and he leaned upwards, red eyes meeting two dark-green, goat-like orbs glazed over with sleep, clearly still exhausted from yesterday. “And what makes you think that I will let you go?”, he asked, crocking his head to the side, the pointy ears twitching slightly just like a dog who had heard an unfamiliar sound. “This bed is comfortable, you are wonderful to hold, and I refuse to simply let you slip through my grasp. You are mine, Champion, mine alone.”

The strong-willed male growled furiously at those words, attempting to break himself free once more. “F-fuck you!”, he hissed, and showed his sharpened teeth, his fierce temper coming through from being denied something so basic. “Let me go, you tentacle face! I need a bath, and like hell I’m going to let you prevent me from doing that!!”

Unimpressed by the insults his champion threw at him, the Daedra simply pulled him closer, and curled up around him, interwinding their legs and trapping him underneath his huge, ice-cold body. The legendary being groaned as the impressive weight pressed down upon him, writhing furiously in hopes that he could push him off of him. But once again, to no avail. He was trapped, restrained, and absolutely helpless, something he hated more than anything other in the whole wide world.

The shout that tore from his throat resembled the roar of a dragon, and he pulled all strength together, attempting to finally free himself one last time.

At first, it seemed that he would finally be successful, frightened by the thundering sound so close to his sensitive ears, the immortal pulled back with a hiss, and covered them with his hands. Using the moment of surprise, the Dragonborn jumped from the bed, and ran towards the bathroom, hoping that he had stunned the other male long enough to reach it. But unfortunately for him, he had forgotten how quickly Hermaeus Mora was in composing himself, and before he could make any real progress, he was grabbed and pulled back, tucked into strong arms. A long, lean body curled around him, and a head rested on top of his own.

He was trapped again, the grip far stronger and more demanding than before.

With a frustrated sigh, the powerful mortal gave up. He slumped back against the cold form behind him, feeling the cool skin against his own heated one, and made himself comfortable in the forced embrace. "Fine...", he grumbled, and crossed his arms, a humiliated expression on his face. "You won, asshole! I give up."

"A wise choice.", his mate grumbled quietly, already slipping back into the world of dreams.

"But after you're done cuddling me to death, I'm going to take a shower!", the Dovahkiin hissed, turning as much as he could to face the Daedra. "And don't you dare to hold me back then!"

"Fine. I guess that is only fair after I gruesomely forced you to spend time with your loved one.", the long-haired being huffed sarcastically, a thin smile on his lips. "Now, go back to sleep. We still have hours before you must awaken for your journey, and I intend to use every second faith has given us."

His consort growled, whispering something under his breath that the immortal did not bother to catch. But soon after, he felt the other relax against him, the strong chest rising and falling with even in- and exhales. His eyes were closed and face relaxed, finally exposing the beauty ehich always hides behind that scowl of his.

The Daedra felt victory bloom in his chest, and he leaned over to press a soft kiss to his champion's forehead, feeling the messy hair tickle his skin, before setting down once more, a smile on his thin lips as he drifted off to sleep as well.

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tescraft · 1 year

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Hey I’ve heard from someone that the daedra don’t really care about humanity and can be dangerous to work with? What’s it like in your case I really like hermaeus Mora but uh I’d be scared to approach because of this caution

Well, I don't have any experience with Hermaeus Mora personally. But I have worked with a few of the Princes (specifically Azura and Clavicus Vile, as well as honoring Sanguine, and I did an "open invitation" thing once that Someone took me up on... I don't know for sure, but I suspect it was Clavicus Vile then, too).

All my experiences have been fairly good. I made a deal with CV, and although He hasn't held up His end (nor do I expect Him to, being as it breaks the laws of physics), He's stopped poking at me about making deals, so that's a plus, cuz TBH He was getting kind of annoying about it.

Azura has been incredibly loving and supportive with me, and having Her in my life and my spiritual practice has been wonderful. (Although I've had to be careful about who I talk to about it, cuz one person offended Her and I kinda had to be like "plz don't curse my neighbor, she doesn't know any better.")

Actually my worst experience wasn't with one of the Princes, it was with Dibella. I'd made a deal with Her on behalf of a friend, promising to give Her an offering when I got home (I was visiting family at the time), and She held up Her end of the deal, but I ended up extending my trip by a month and for a couple weeks after that, until I realized what was going on, I started seeing stuff moving around outside the door (dark shadows, white mists) and it was super freaky. Once I realized it was Dibella being upset that I'd "broken" our agreement, I sat down and was like "I am still going to give You an offering, it's just going to be later than expected, please be patient" and I stopped seeing weird shit and it was all good. I gave Her the offering when I got home and haven't had a problem since. (I suspect that something similar -- or worse -- would've happened if it had been one of the Princes in that situation.)

I think when it comes to any of the Princes, you need to really understand who They are, as best you can. Dive into the lore, pay attention to what They approve and disapprove of, and don't do the shit They don't like. (Like, for example, while I like Meridia, I would never work with Her, or even set up a shrine to Her, because my apartment is haunted and I rather like the ghost. Meridia would make me get rid of him, and I don't want to do that, so I don't work with Her.)

Do keep in mind that yes, They can actually fuck you up. The open invitation I mentioned above? That resulted in the people it was directed toward going from being millionaires to being bankrupt. (Which is why I think it was Clavicus, that seems like something He'd do, esp since the people in question were very concerned with having money.)

But even so, just keep in mind that the Princes are actual beings, with likes and dislikes and moods. Treat Them the way you'd treat any other being more powerful/differently powerful than you, again keeping in mind Their individual preferences, and you should be okay. Respect goes a very long way, but respect also looks different to different Princes.

It would also be a good idea to work on communicating with Them before you actually start working with Them. If you have a godphone (ability to feel/hear deities), if you do divination, even having someone else do divination for you, all of that can be useful in figuring out how to approach your Prince of choice, and how to do it in the safest manner for yourself.

In the games, people don't really get to have boundaries from the deities, but this isn't Mundus, you are more powerful than you would be if you lived there. Boundaries are healthy, even with the Princes (although some will be better with them than others), and if you're uncomfortable, or your Prince pushes too far, you can disengage. It might take some time, some cleansing, and some wards, but it can be done.

So by all means, be cautious. You want to protect yourself. But don't be afraid. Nothing is set in stone unless and until you make a pact or deal that sets it in stone. (And if you do, you'd best be absolutely sure that's what you want to do, do not jump into something like that until, I'd say, you've been working with the Prince for years.)

And just to reiterate the point, the biggest, more important thing you can do, is understand the Princes as best you can. Game lore is your absolute best friend, that will give you the best idea of what each Prince wants, and what the risks are.

#worship

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biinarysttars · 3 months

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For the dragonborn ask meme: 5, 10, 15, 20, 25!

AA tysm for asking!!!! It means so much aa <3<3 Most of it is under the cut because I've been rotating Etheara for so long-- he's really quite established :)

5: How were they perceived before their Dragonborn identity became widely known? (TW: parental death mentioned)

Okay so! Etheara is descended from my Nerevarine, so even after his parents died due to complications relating to the Red Year, he was still easily recognized-- particularly by members of the Temple & members of House Telvanni, the house that the Nerevarine had joined. Because he's the grandson of such a prolific mage (not just the Nerevarine-- his mother's magical skill was also renowned), he was expected to share that sort of power. Unfortunately, it was not hereditary. What was hereditary, though, was the total of two brain cells-- both of which he shares with his twin brother, who uses them more often than not.

Mostly, Etheara is a huge huge surprise to meet. The grandson of the Nerevarine, who had been a powerful Witchhunter; the Hortator; the founder of Raven Rock Mine; the former Archmagister of House Telvanni. Etheara is dumb as rocks, and very kind, and very strong

10. Which factions are they aligned with? Including civil war sides, Thalmor, guilds etc.

So first off. House Telvanni. He doesn't fit in very well, but he is a born House Dunmer. Also he gets invited to join it a 2nd time while helping Neloth in Solstheim (Neloth doesn't know who the fuck this guy is LMAO he barely cared about Travlse [Nerevarine] in the first place; as if he keeps track of his spawn)

But going into Skyrim, first off, he is in the Imperial Legion (only cares about the civil war insofar as the Dunmer in Windhelm are being oppressed; the larger issues escape him), formerly a member of the College of Winterhold (no idea how to put this story very concisely; I'll just say it involves Hermaeus Mora & an unlucky Maormer) and is part of the Blades (didn't really wanna but Delphine scared him). I haven't ever finished the game so maybe he'd join more?? But probably nothing criminal (I know the game strongarms you into joining the Thieves' Guild. But that doesn't happen to Etheara it happens to the dude they think is the LDB before Etheara. His name is Vanyo and I would also love to talk about him :) )

15. What is their personal LEAST favourite place in Skyrim- somewhere that annoys them, or comes with bad memories, or otherwise?

OH MAN. :)

Windhelm, first and foremost. Not only do people stare & jeer at him, but this was where Revyn asked him to find Viola Giodarno's ring and leave it in her home. He decided he knew better, and instead gave it back to her. Which, while it seems like the less-unhinged direction, her response is completely disproportionate. He carries that guilt all the way to Solitude, where he joins the Imperial Legion to try to make specifically Revyn's life easier. Revyn, a guy he spoke to maybe 3 times. And also everyone else in the Grey Quarter, and also himself should he choose to stay in Skyrim-- but tbh he doesn't really care that much about himself, and he doesn't know anyone. Soooo

Winterhold, specifically the College of. Etheara was not the hero of that story. He carries little memory of the incident, but can't help feeling guilty when he thinks of the place. Everything turned out more or less fine btw (except the people that died) but ngl the College of Winterhold serves as my main sandbox when it comes to Skyrim lmao

I actually haven't finished the game, so I don't really know all of the steps in the main quest & I don't know what lore I would impose on the rest of the world in tandem yet!! So those are the main two atm :)

20. Which NPC have they killed and absolutely NOT regretted it (excluding the major villains)?

So this is complicated! Etheara's story actually cannot be told from his perspective for two main reasons: first, at the end of his adventures as the Dragonborn, he burns all of his journals and books so that the written word can never again have such a hold on him; second, his memory is genuinely just so filled with holes and gaps, especially during the most interesting parts. When I work on his story, I tell it from the perspectives of the people he surrounds himself with-- both those that care about him, and those that don't.

If he could remember every life he took; if he could see the blood on his hands... he'd regret all of it more than anything.

But he can't. So.

25. Which of the Dragon Priest masks do they favour and wear the most? If the answer is Konahrik, pick the second favourite too. [Spoilers for Dragonborn DLC]

That's going to be Zahkriisos! If we are counting Dragonborn DLC, which I am.

First off, one of two dragon priests I've actually encountered in the game (btw I have 400+ hours in Skyrim KJDHFG I don't have any excuses. I just keep starting over when the vibe's not right)-- and the only one of the two he actually fights

But also, regardless of how much other information I have, it's going to be extremely difficult to top how well this particular mask clicks into place, lorewise-- because the Nerevarine has a fairly prominent hand in establishing the Raven Rock Mine. By eliminating Zahkriisos, Etheara is continuing his family's legacy. It's also where he finds his first Black Books, and the Horrors ensue. And the aforementioned Maormer has an extremely prominent storm/lightning theme, so to then have 50% resistance is so <3 you know??

#Skyrim #TES V #Last Dragonborn #Etheara Reverie #Skyrim OC #Original Character #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING AAAA #[She-Ra Entrapta voice] I've waited YEARS for people to ask me about my guys #Also if you have a guy to talk about you should also reblog the post ........ No reason in particular <- loves hearing about peoples' guys

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skyrim-said-that · 3 years

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The Daedric princes as roomates

Thank you so much to @the-drunken-huntsman for all their help with these headcanons! For those of you who want to know, Sanguine is at the very end, I saved my favorite for last.

Clavicus Vile: Annoying ass roommate who does not clean up after himself and lets his dog do whatever the fuck it wants. He leaves dishes fucking everywhere and lets his dog lick his plate when he finishes a meal only to leave said plate on the coffee table in the living room. Has all the best gaming systems tho let’s be real, and he is willing to share them and leave them in the common space. Also, Barbas is a good boy.

Malacath: Gym bro roommate. If you are trying to get stronger or bulk up or whatever then sure he’s a great roommate but he is always kinda sweaty. Has anger issues. Leaves workout equipment everywhere? Have fun stubbing your toes on his 100-pound hand weights. Makes disgusting protein shake concoctions at 5 in the fucking morning with his loud ass blender. Lowkey is not a great cook tho so if he makes u a meal you best be eating it. Would beat up anyone you needed beat up no questions asked.

Hermaeus mora: Such a fucking know it all. The “um ACKTUALLY” guy every time you say anything. Points out any tiny inaccuracy in movies like its his job its literally painful. Hes taking like 8 classes and acing every single one. Remembers everything you have ever said fucking ever and will use it against you. He will however do your taxes and calculate the bills and stuff. Honestly probably makes u a budget. Also, has the textbooks you need for class in pristine condition just like chilling on his bookshelf? Lets you use them but if you crinkle even ONE PAGE he will be pissed.

Hircine: lowkey redneck. 100% has a taxidermy deer head he wants to hang in the common room, also a hunting rifle. He just like has it around. He is a furry and has a fursuit. Pretty chill roommate if we are being honest? There’s a lot of raw meat in your fridge/freezer tho. I hope you're not vegetarian because he will make fun of you. if you’re not he makes really good steak as long as you like it rare. Also wakes up at the ass crack of dawn and try as he might, is not very quiet. REALLY COMPETITIVE, do not make bets/play video games/card games, etc. he will crush you and be really annoying about it.

Azura: Azura is the crystals and astrology roommate who calls herself a plant mom but can only keep succulents alive. She's really proud if her one rose bush she's had for a while but you don't have the heart to tell her it's fake. She's constantly trying to give you essential oils for any minor ailment you may have. She also likes to call herself the mom friend but gets sloppy white girl wasted every weekend and can never be trusted as DD

Nocturnal: the suspicious roommate you know nothing at all about. What classes is she taking? What college is she even going to? Where does she work? Leaves at random times, comes back at random times. Will disappear off the face of the earth for 3 days with nothing but a note asking you to fill the birdfeeder outside her window while she’s gone. If she likes you she will just give you random stuff? Where she got it isn't important. There is literally no trace of her in common spaces but she always pays her rent on time so no complaints.

Sheogorath: You have seen sheo like 3 times since you moved in but the stories about him are great. Someone said he got arrested, someone else said he joined a Croatian traveling circus. No one knows for sure but he still sends his half of the rent money in the mail every month (with no return address) so you can't complain. Sometimes you get up in the middle of the night and hes just sitting at the kitchen table eating kraft cheese slices one by one. Tells you an extremely weird and out of nowhere story that you will think about for the rest of your life, then disappears for another 2 months.

Mephala: knows everything about everyone and will find out all your dirty secrets by the second week of living together. She's ended several relationships so you hesitate to bring your partner over. Reads your diary and goes through your search history every time you leave. Is the one encouraging Azura to get sloppy drunk on the weekends with your booze. She breeds tarantulas and sells them out of your apartment, and you’ve heard the vetting process to adopt one of them is stricter than trying to adopt a child. There’s a written exam on spider care and everything.

Peryite: Peryite is sick 24/7 and always misses class but always ends up with higher grades than you. Has pet snakes and lizards that escape like once a week and always end up chilling somewhere in the common space to scare you. They feed rodents and stuff outside your place so there’s always like possums and rats and raccoons just chilling. They all have names. If you are having issues with a person at school or a coworker or something, insists that they are weak and you. He makes and enforces the chore wheel.

Namira: THE WORST for dirty dishes, there is stuff in their room that was mouldy before they even moved in. do not let them use your mugs they will let a teabag grow its own biosphere before you see it again. They leave rotting food in the sink and suspicious unlabeled meat in the freezer. Nothing they eat looks at all edible but they seem to enjoy it? Offers you leftovers which is nice, but don’t eat them.

Mehrunes Dagon: does not clean up after himself ever. You left him alone one weekend to visit home and when you came back it looked like a war zone. Have weapons just lying around??? This is super dangerous. Fights your guys’ landlord all the fucking time, how has he not been kicked out yet. Hates everyone you have ever dated for no reason, you probably shouldn’t bring them around. The good news is that when you do break up he will break their arms for you. You’re welcome :)

Boethiah: would be some kind of organizer. Definitely am anarchist punk. If you ever go to them with relationship or friendship troubles their only advice is "kill them". Loves conflict tho, so nosy to other people’s drama and encourages the worst possible outcomes bc it’s funny. Honestly? Hes just a shitty roommate. Honest with his opinions tho, if you’re gonna go out and ask his opinion on your outfit he’s gonna be brutally honest.

Vaermina: is taking night classes so you can't make any noise in the day while she's sleeping. Has a really creepy vibe about her and whenever she's up at night it barely sounds like a person moving around. Gives an in-depth analysis of your dreams and nightmares if you share them and is able to guess your exact mental illness or childhood trauma based on your first real conversation. Her additions to the common room are all really cool stuff, but super gothic. She whips out a whole human skull and when u ask where she got it she says she just had it around.

Meridia: is a nursing student always going on and on about how noble her career is. Won't let you decorate the common area ever lest you tarnish her perfect all white minimalist aesthetic. She doesn’t want to hang out with you and if you sit in the common room with her she will leave or side-eye you until you go. Just awful vibes, she gives you backhanded compliments. However, if you’re going somewhere and she offers to help you fix your ugly ass (in her opinon) hair or makeup, say yes. It will look great at the cost of some not so veiled insults.

Sanguine: The bad news is that he has very loud sex all the time and it’s really annoying. The good news is that it will sometimes be with you if u want. The fuckbuddy roommate. The absolute most mind-blowing soul-shattering time of your life but DO NOT GET ATTACHED. He will not commit. He does not want to be in a relationship with you. Also has all the best alcohol and shares it without you even having to ask. I hope you are okay with parties because he will be having them at your place at least twice a month. More if he can. Gets you absolutely fucking wasted but also makes sure you are having a good time and nobody bothers you.

When he isn’t partying at your place he’s partying somewhere else and coming home as the sun is rising, tipsy. Also gets sloppy drunk on the weekends but never has a hangover. like he never ends up passing out or getting hurt or anything when he’s wasted. At no point, does his being drunk interfere with his having fun. If you end up with one he's a big believer in "hair of the dog" remedies and will make you morning cocktails before class Also if you bring people home for fun times he will not be leaving the apartment to give you guys privacy, in fact, he will give you and your partner a high five and a shot as soon as you leave the bedroom. Rolls the best joints with the best weed in the country, makes even better edibles.

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rakimaiirisa · 3 years

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6, 15, 23, and 24 for Arisa! <3 from @korvanjund’s main!

6.How are they perceived by the major villains- Alduin, Harkon, Miraak, etc.?

Alduin doesn’t percieve her as a threat until after their battle at the Throat of the World. She came close to blinding him there, hurling thunderbolts at his face while her companions aimed towards the unprotected underbelly in a attempt to bring him down. For Harkon, she was banished after she refused to give up her beastblood. Miraak doesnt view her as a threat yet. He toys with her instead, taunting her as he steals her hard earned dragon souls. He wont see her as a threat until he realizes that Hermaeus Mora has been helping her grow stronger.

15.What is their personal LEAST favourite place in Skyrim- somewhere that annoys them, or comes with bad memories, or otherwise?

Hmm.. I have to say, its the Bee and Barb. She and the innkeeper have a bit of beef with each other over Arisa working with the Thieves Guild. Angered, Keerava hired a couple of bounty hunters to settle the score for threatening her. After slaughtering the bounty hunters, Arisa brought the head of one of them to the Bee and Barb, tossing it at Keeravas feet with a warning that the next time she felt the need to send hunters after her, Her blade would be the last thing Keerava would see. ‘

23.Which non-Daedric artifacts/magical items do they make regular use of? She enchanted the sword that she received from the companions with lightning. Thats her primary weapon that the moment.

24.How did they respond to Miraak and what do they feel about him? Do they regret killing him? Did they spare him?

She spares him in the end. I think she saw where her own path would lead if she continued to do Moras bidding and she refused to allow herself to be a puppet. She presauded Miraak in the end to help her fight Mora. The aftermath is fuzzy after that. I want to say she brought him back to Tamriel. But I have a stronger feeling that he will end up leaving skyrim for parts unknown. Im sure she will run into him in the future tho.

Thank you so much for the ask ❤

#skyrim #skyrim asks #arisa #skyrimoc

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ophidiasmadness · 4 years

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Collision AU

Alternately the Everbody Loves Jaskier Because He’s a Sweetheart AU

Hear me out, canonically, there are different worlds that Ciri can hop to and from. Why the shit not use that to make crossovers? Because, Ciri isn’t the only one who can do it, and why not characters from other games/books I love? And the chaos that would ensue…This got long, sorry.

*This is basically my excuse to have multiple powerful people adore Jaskier because the bard deserves it. Fuck off. Also, Geralt gets a shovel talk from someone who can back it up?

*So, there is Some Shit™ that happens and now multiple worlds can basically freely access each other and that? Is not good. Tamriel, The Northern Kingdoms and Thedas collide as simultaneous cataclysmic explosions of power occur on all 3 coincide and create a connection. You do not want things from The Northern Kingdoms to get involved with things from Thedas or Tamriel. Or vice versa.

*Just saying, a Darkspawn Kikimora is a BAD DAY. The Daedric Princes would have a field day with the people in The Northern Kingdoms; especially Sheogorath and Sanguine. And the kinds of vampirism present in both Tamriel and The Northern Kingdoms would cause some fucking problems in Thedas.

*Plus no one is prepared for the demons. Thedosian demons are bad all by themselves, adding other magics to the mix just makes it worse. Even Vesemir is like “Fuck this I need an ale.”

Starting With Thedas

*I’ll be super honest, I mostly want to have an excuse for Geralt and the other Witchers to meet The Iron Bull and have no fucking idea what to think about him. Here is this. Guy. And he’s a certifiable BAMF. Routinely fights dragons and calls it fun, could go toe to toe with a Witcher and also call it fun but he’s also NOT a grumpy jerk. These things do not equate in Witcher logic.

*Jaskier and Bull get into a Pun-Off, it ends with Jaskier conceding to Bulls “Pun-ishing grasp of wordplay”. Jaskier brings Bull to tears of laughter with a few really dirty songs.

*Bull might seem like a big loud brute, but he is so freaking smart and he loves talking about poetry forms with Jaskier, and how easy it is to sway hearts and minds with just a little story telling and embellishment. He also introduces Jaskier to The Chargers and gets a “Dammit Chief.” from a long suffering Krem.

*Jaskier creates The Chargers Sonata and they all love it.

*Jaskier and Dorian are destined to be the very best friends. Both in love a with a big strong warrior with a heart of gold, both love wine, both love fashion and music. Both actually rather scholarly in their respective fields. Dorian and Jaskier can both talk for hours, and Geralt gets annoyed until he realizes how much it means to Jaskier to have a friend he can just talk to. Who can and will just talk back. It’s cannon in book/game verse that Jaskier is actually Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove and thus a noble. He and Dorian connect over horrifying fathers, surviving abuse and unrealistic expectations that they turned their backs on. More to come on this because, oh, I have so many thoughts about Jaskier’s backstory.

*Vivienne and Yennefer drink wine and talk so much shit. Madame De Fer yearns for Power and Respect. Yennefer has these two attributes in spades. Yennefer is powerful in all the ways Vivienne wishes she could be. And Yennefer finds a kindred soul in Vivienne, someone who takes all their bitterness and anger and wraps it around them in a fashionable wall of armor. A woman who wants to be more than what people have decided she will be. Beautiful, clever, deadly and powerful. But both of them have just that little chink, that soft place named either Bastien or motherhood. That small hurting part and they find comfort in knowing that there is another person who matches them so well. They are later joined by Triss.

*So, Joey Batey is 5’9”/175.26 cm and Henry Cavill is 6’1”/185.42 cm, but in my head Geralt is taller. So, I tend to leave Jaskier around 5’9” and Geralt around 6’5”/195.58 cm. This leads to a conversation, because the Iron Bull is described as being over 7 ft/ 213.36 cm tall, it’s never really specified, but I always sort of put him at closer to the 8 foot/243.84 cm mark because horns.

Geralt: I never knew how much your neck had to hurt?

Jakier: ???????

Geralt: I have never had to look up at someone to talk to them before. Not as an adult at any rate. You have to do it all the time.

Jaskier: (ಠ_ಠ) (ง'ಠ -'ಠ)ง

*The Iron Bull thinks Jaskier puts up with too much crap from Geralt.

*Dorian just pats Bull on the arm, because he knows what it’s like to fall in love fast and hard with someone who ‘doesn’t do romance’ or ‘no feelings’. Dorian knows how deeply Jaskier fell in such a short amount of time. Because even if he struggles to say it, he fell for Bull the exact same way. And by the grace of the Inquisitor, Dorian gets to have his love returned. But oh, he will never forget the days of loving a man who’s very culture forbade romantic attachment. And he also knows how Geralt feels; how absolutely terrifying it is to be loved by someone you know is too good for you.

Starting With Tamriel

*The Companions are having a damn good time fighting all the shit coming to Tamriel, because unknown monsters invading? Worlds colliding and spilling chaos into each other? That’s what makes Heroes and stories that are told for generations.

*Until Vilkas gets the blight, Torvar gets clawed to death by a despair demon, and Njada is gored by a royal griffin.

*Farkas has never even thought of a world without his twin, and he doesn’t know what to do now that he lives in it.

*Jaskier reaches out to Farkas, because he can’t stand people being so sad. “Tell me about your brother, tell me his adventures and manner and I will immortalize him in songs and stories across your world AND mine.”

*Farkas really comes to treasure Jaskier, even if he “Talks to fucking much.” They develop the kind of friendship where one chatters and the other kind of nods? Farkas has no clue what Jaskier is talking about most of the time but he really doesn’t mind listening.

*Jaskier carefully teaches Farkas to read, because Farkas is not actually stupid in my head. I think he’s dyslexic, and when you have a learning disability and you get told you are stupid often enough, you start to believe it.

*Farkas’ Nord DB Wife appreciates the effort and comes to really appreciate Jaskier.

*Spoiler alert; She is the one to give Geralt the shovel talk because he is next to nothing compared to her. A steel blade or silver blade won’t touch dragon bone armor and signs are a joke to her. She could literally rip his soul out with a shout before he could do dick. Axii can’t touch the mind of a this crazy bitch who’s gone against Hermaeus Mora and come out completely unscathed. She knows no fear and every Witcher within a mile of her has their instincts screaming. She’s just so oddly fucking soft. Her big sweet husband, sweet adopted children and twins on the way adding to already soft curves absolutely does not mesh with the aura of danger danger danger she exudes.

*Jaskier seems to be loved by people from worlds that are not his own and it makes him feel like he doesn’t belong and he should have been born somewhere else. Feeling like he’s outsider starts crushing him and then Geralt just holds him. Surrounds the slender bard with his bulk and relieves some of that pressure.

*“You belong with me, songbird. I am glad you are in my world.” It’s not, “I love you”, but it’s pretty fucking close and now he can’t wait to tell Dorian and Farkas.

There is a ton more to come, but I am writing waaay too much in head cannon posts. Sorry my friends. This is totally going to be Geraskier though. It’s going to happen. I am almost done with my half elf Jaskier thing too. I’ll post it here in a bit.

#geraskier #gerlion #i love jaskier #now everyone else does too #because I said so #adoribull #jaskier needs good friends #Yen and Vivienne 2k20 #Farkas is a sweetheart #dyslexic Farkas #oh crap this is too many words #over 1000 words #someone stop me

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the-ebonarm · 5 years

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Oc Interview: Valkrea

Rules:

1 Choose an OC.

2 Answer them as that OC.

3 Tag 5 people to do the same!

Tagged by: @themapleleafdiaries

Tagging: Idk who to tag adfasdf. If you want to do it, then you are tagged by me :>

1. What is your name?

Valkrea.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

My parents just liked that name.

3. Are you single or taken?

Married.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Well, I am the Dragonborn. I can shout and do whatever else being a dragonborn entails. I am also a good archer. I have a smidge of restoration magic ability too.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

You won’t be calling me that after I blast you off a mountain.

6. What’s your eye color?

Green with black sclera.

7. How about your hair color?

Blonde.

8. Have any family members?

Odahviing, Paarthurnax, and both my parents.

9. Oh? How about pets?

Nah. Though sometimes I just get the urge to want to adopt the biggest, goofiest, and slobbery dog. I’d name it Horker. Don’t question me.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

Anyone who is very quick to judge by your appearance. I absolutely hate the Thalmor. Men who don’t respect a woman’s (or anyone’s) boundaries get their asses handed to them. The Silver-Bloods and Hermaeus Mora are shit too.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

I like to make wood carvings or my own arrows when I need to pass time. I love flying on Odahviing too. I practice my dovahzul and nordic sign language occasionally.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Yeah.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

Also yeah. What is with these questions? What are you going to do? Call the guards?

14. What kind of animal are you?

Do I look like an animal to you? Are you another racist nord??

15. Name your worst habits?

I don’t think before I act. Everyone always tells me that at least. They also say that i’m very suspicious of everyone?

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

No?

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Bi.

18. Do you go to school?

Not really. I learned the basics from my parents and my grandfather (who did go to school back in Summerset Isles) taught me many other subjects. I joined the College of Winterhold later on after I was dragonborn but I don’t spend much time there.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

I have thought about kids but I am not sure it’s possible with everything going on in my life right now.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

You mean like those utterly incompetent Miraak Cultists? I hope I don’t have any.

21. What are you most afraid of?

Losing Odahviing comes to mind.

22. What do you usually wear?

Whatever I want. I do like dressing in lighter outfits more often. I only wear heavier things like armor if I need to.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

a good meaty stew...

24. Am I annoying to you?

Yes, who has time to be asking all these questions? I am only here because my friends insisted.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

I am this close to wanting to blast you off a mountain.

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

I suppose I am middle class.

27. How many friends do you have?

I can only count them on one hand.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

I better be compensated in pie for these questions.

29. Favorite drink?

I don’t have it very often but I do love coffee.

30. What’s your favorite place?

High Hrothgar.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

I’m married.

32. That was a stupid question…

Very stupid.

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Lake.

34. What’s your type?

I have never particularly had a type but I do like bigger and taller than me.

35. Any fetishes?

You know what? We are done here. I will blast you off a mountain if you ask me that again.

36. Camping or outdoors?

Both?

#akldsfasdf #oc:valkrea

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tastesoftamriel · 7 years

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A shortcut (a long tale by Talviel)

Morndas, 12th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 208. After my brief trip to Soltsheim and Blacklight with Lisandre, I immediately set west to uncover the territory I had left behind the year before. I had managed to cover Hammerfell’s main towns and cities, albeit briefly, and decided that I would spend some time in High Rock first instead of backtracking. It would take me over a month if I were to cross Skyrim into Jehanna or Evermore, which was the most straightforward route. However, I was disgruntled by the prospect of crossing Skyrim again, and the potential delays that would occur when word of my return would inevitably spread. There would have to be a quicker, more experimental way to travel, that I had gotten ideas from after spending time around the Dunmer. It wasn’t necessarily a good idea, but I was never good at coming up with those to begin with.

I picked Roach up from the Windhelm stables, who had done a good job of keeping her warm and fed while I was away. She grunted as I saddled her up, annoyed to be disturbed from her comfortable winter’s rest. Pulling my hood up against the snow falling in relentless whirls from the sky, I guided us on the day and a half journey north to the College of Winterhold. During the Dragon Crisis, I had received a message from the College pleading for my help in dispatching a Thalmor mage who had tried to infiltrate them and harness the power of an artifact called the Eye of Magnus. Having no magical aptitude beyond the Thu'um, I managed to take him down with a fair bit of shouting that left me winded for days after. I never stuck around to figure out what had happened after that, as I was too concerned with dragons and never had much of a care for learning magic to begin with. This was my first time coming back to Winterhold since then, and I was expecting a confused welcome.

Indeed, Tolfdir, the Master Wizard, looked puzzled when I trotted up to the main gate of the College. “Greetings, Dragonborn. What brings you to us? Have you finally decided to give magic a try after your little trial with that horrible Eye of Magnus incident?” He asked, helping me to dismount. “Greetings, Tolfdir. I suppose I am going to try my hand out at magic, in a way of sorts. But it’s your assistance I’ll be needing, because I don’t think turning myself and my horse inside out on your porch is the best idea since the only thing I’m capable of is the Candlelight spell.” The old mage raised an eyebrow. “Yes, turning yourself inside out would be quite a loss for all of Skyrim, but I don’t quite see how or why you would be doing that. What help do you need, my friend?” I rummaged through my satchel and pulled out a small but hefty tome that I had haggled out of a merchant in the Blacklight markets, and handed it to Tolfdir. His face lit up as he flicked through the pages. “Fantastic! A real Telvanni wizard’s spellbook! This will be an invaluable asset to the College and I’m sure Urag Gro-Shub would be delighted to add this to the library. But I’m guessing that this is payment for what you need.” “Please, Tolfdir, call it a favour. I know you also worship Talos so that makes at least two of us in Winterhold who are glad that Skyrim is free from one less Thalmor agent. I just came back from Morrowind and am in a bit of a rush to get to High Rock, and I hear that there’s a teleportation spell that can get me there in the blink of an eye. If you could do that for me, I’d be most grateful and the book is all yours.”

Tolfdir looked thoughtful. “Well, that is indeed an unusual request. Teleportation is definitely possible, but you’ll need to convince the Arch Mage, not me. It’s used strictly to go between the Synods and for private use by some houses across Tamriel, and as far as I know nobody but the most senior members are allowed to use it as it is a most volatile spell indeed. For those unaccustomed to teleportation, I’ve heard that at the very least you’ll be nauseous for a while and at worst you’ll disappear without a trace off the face of Nirn altogether! As much as it may disappoint you to hear, spending a few weeks in the saddle would be far preferable to any of the consequences that may await you should you wish to attempt to travel that way, but ultimately it is up to the Arch Mage to decide. Which, come to think of it, shows that you’re far more cunning than you present yourself to be, Dragonborn, since I’m sure that you’ve actually come with this Telvanni tome as a bribe of sorts.” He grinned. Brelyna Maryon, who had gone from being a star pupil to the Arch Mage of the College, was said to be a descendant of House Telvanni. “Alright, come on, I’ll bring you upstairs.”

Brelyna was in her chambers, engrossed in a large book written in a strange script I didn’t recognise. She didn’t lift her head when we walked in, and Tolfdir and I stood in awkward silence as she finished scanning a paragraph. Finally, she sighed and stood up, and jumped to attention when she saw me. “Goodness, Talviel of Riften! What a surprise and an honour! What brings you to us today?” We exchanged pleasantries, and I elbowed Tolfdir to explain my mad plan as his standing as Master Wizard would be far more persuasive than I, an outsider. When he was done talking, Brelyna stood there looking shell-shocked.

“Well, this is certainly the highlight of my day, Dragonborn. As you know, the College of Winterhold is an independent organisation and we haven’t used a teleportation spell in who knows how long. Are you sure you want to risk this? I can certainly attempt the spell, but I won’t be held responsible if something goes wrong.” “I’m all for an adventure, Brelyna. And so is Roach.” “Roach?! You mean for me to teleport your horse as well?” “Think of it as practice. And here’s something for your troubles, of course.” I shrugged, and handed her the Telvanni spellbook. She eagerly grabbed it from my hands, but looked worried. “This isn’t about the payment, Dragonborn. This is about the risk, and I’m not sure if I, or anyone else for that matter, should be attempting this. It’s seriously advanced magic and definitely dangerous. Remember the time I turned you green, and then into a cow and a horse and a dog? I really wish you’d just get on that horse and head west the conventional way. In fact, why don’t you just summon a dragon to fly you over instead?” “Come on, this will be fun! You can even gather the students to watch this as a demonstration!” I cajoled her, hoping to change her mind because by now I was looking forward to this to the point that I could practically hear Brynjolf swearing at me in the back of my mind.

Within an hour, I stood in the main courtyard with Roach next to Brelyna and Tolfdir, surrounded by excited pupils and lecturers alike. The air was steamy with the chatter of people eager to see the Arch Mage perform one of the most legendary spells around, especially on the clearly insane Dragonborn who had convinced her to do this in the first place. Brelyna raised her hands for silence, and a hush fell over the crowd. “Now, I’m going to say this once: this is a highly advanced spell that has not been practiced in Skyrim in at least a century or more. I am grateful that Talviel here has placed her trust in me, but until I can rest on the knowledge that this experiment has gone safely and successfully, nobody, including myself, is permitted to attempt this. Breaking this rule will result in swift disciplinary action, which can include dismissal from the College altogether. Are we clear?” Nods rippled through the crowd, and Brelyna sighed, raising her arms into the air, her gloved hands shimmering faintly. “Alright, here goes nothing. Everyone please stand back.” The air crackled with magical energy, and a loud roar shook the courtyard as she brought her arms down, casting the spell onto the ground. A large portal had opened in front of us, rippling blue with nothing but blackness beyond. Roach whinnied with alarm and I calmed her with Kyne’s Peace, though I felt jittery enough to puke myself.

I took the reins and stepped towards the portal, all eyes fixed on me. “Well, if this goes well you all should receive a postcard from me when I get to Shornhelm!” I joked, hoping to mask the quavering in my voice. “Talos be with you, Dragonborn.” Tolfdir said, clapping me on the shoulder. I nodded, my hand unconsciously going to the amulet around my neck. “Thanks, Brelyna. I’ll let you know when I arrive in High Rock.” “I still think you’re absolutely mad, but I applaud your bravery and dedication to the practice of magic. Safe travels, Talviel.” Taking a deep breath to steel myself, I jumped into the saddle and spurred Roach on into the whirling black mass ahead, feeling a hot wind pull us into its depths. I winced- it reminded me of getting pulled into Apocrypha by Hermaeus Mora’s slimy tentacles. Slowly, the roaring subsided, and we stepped out into daylight. Success! The spell had worked! Sort of.

Before I even had the chance to glance around, Roach reared and kicked me from the saddle, dashing off. This alone was a problem, but for me, it was a lot worse. The portal had opened directly onto the lip of a cliff, and the only way forward was down. Screaming and grabbing at thin air, I cursed myself and the portal and hoped that death would be quick and painless. Luckily for me, death was not on the menu that day. Unluckily, the fall was not painless. I plummeted right into the cold open ocean, hurting from the slap of the water and spluttering from the sting of salt in my eyes and mouth. I forced myself to calm down, treading water and trying to gain my bearings. Behind me was the craggy rock of the cliff I had taken my dive from, and on all three sides there was nothing but blue sky and rolling waves. Not a boat in sight, nor any indication as to where I’d been dropped. “I hate portals.” I muttered, swimming my way towards the cliff and following it along its edge in the hopes that it would lead me to dry land.

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