Altmeri Moonstone

"Zan'nir-Dar, quality Clothier at your service." Indie roleplay blog for my OC from The Elder Scrolls. Mun and muse 18+, please read rules before following! Tracking the tag altmerimoonstone

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Shipwrecked

[lyrium-burned]

It wasn’t racism. He truly didn’t know what it was. Some sort of blood magic? Anders would have been tickled with the sight. Fenris searched his mind for Elswyr but the word had never been heard. “What is a Khajit?” Even the sound of it was strange coming from his lips. None of this was making any sense.

Maker help him. “Stop talking.” He growled deep in the back of his throat. Fingers moved through silver hair as he tried to make sense over everything. Fenris knew he was far from home. “You are making no sense. None of this is making sense. What is an Altmer?” All these words were foreign to him and he wished to figure it out sooner instead of later.

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“...You stop talking, jekosiit,” Zan’nir-Dar replied, not liking being snapped at by someone he helped, not one little bit. He then frowned as he seemed to ask questions as if he were actually from one of the fantasy books in the fictional section of the mages guild.

“...You really are from far away,” he said with a quirked brow, then folding his arms. “This one is an Altmer. High elf, it’s also known as...” He didn’t like that term though. It reeked of supremacy. “Khajiit are the people who are from Elsweyr, like Pulema, Cinder-Tail and Soft-Paws,” he exchanged, gesturing to other people, helping victims of the crash, and taking away those that didn’t survive. “You are not bosmer?”

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"Come now. Don't be shy... Step into the light." //daro-zahn

The Hobbit Starters

“This one thought the whole point of the underground was to keep outlaws hidden,” Zan’nir-Dar said, then folding his arms. It wasn’t fair, it was just a spice used in his cooking.

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“Oh anything really,” Daro'zahn chirped excitedly. She placed her elbows on her knees and her chin in her palms. “A story from your life… Something someone else had told you… A story you read in a book… Anything! I do love them so very much! They mean more to me then money does! It’s a moment in time that can never be replaced!” Her yellow eyes where glittering with amazement and wonder like a small child looking at something they’ve never seen.

She hurriedly pushed a stool next to the elf and smiled a welcoming smile. “Please, sit, get comfy!”

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A story would have taken him a lot less time than making a forty septim item of clothing, that was for sure. If he had to be honest he didn’t know that many stories, yet she was already sitting, waiting.

“Well, there once was a Altmer born of supremacist parents, but was abandoned for being born out of wedlock,” Zan’nir-Dar said, rubbing his chin. “So he was taken in by Khajiit farmers and learned their way of life. Genetically Altmer, culturally Khajiit,” he started, then chuckling.

“You never specified that this one had to tell a good story.”

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Ryneth hadn’t been expecting the Altmer to just pop out of nowhere.  “There’s a wagon out the back, you might fit if you curl up and don’t move around too much,” she told him, automatically looking for guards.  In her experience, that was usually the reason why people needed to hide.

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“This one gives many thanks,” Zan’nir-Dar uttered quickly before he ran to where the Bosmer had pointed, looking for the wagon she pointed out. He then climbed up and over, curling into a tight ball.

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Shipwrecked

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It was no the first time he unwisely pushed his body and it would not be the last. This elf was not like other’s he met and he wasn’t sure if he was Dalish or not. Fenris turned to see who the male was waving over before nearly stumbling over and falling back. Maker!! What was that thing? Green eyes went wide and he glanced towards the elf.

“What was that thing?” He demanded and tried to understand where he was. “I’m from Thedas. And why do you keep saying ‘this one’? Are you a slave?” Perhaps a bit blunt but he had to ask. Then the words Mer ran through his mind but it made no sense.

Fenris shook his head and sat back down, legs a bit unsteady still. “What is a Mer?” The world was spinning slightly and he allowed his eyes to close to try and focus.

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Zan’nir-Dar shot the other Mer a harsh glare. That thing? “How dare you call Pulema ‘that thing’! She owns the local tavern, and gave you fresh water” he said, his nose wrinkling as he kicked lightly at the sand in his leather sandals. “You are on an island in Elsweyr, you cannot be surprised to see Khajiit. Honestly, this one is sick and tired of racist elves...”

Unless, this was almost like speaking to someone from one of those novels about an adventure in another land.

“Slave? This one is born Altmer, it would be surprising if anyone managed to cuff Zan,” Zan’nir-Dar replied, letting out a small laugh as he did so. “This one was raised by Khajiit, so he talks like one.” 

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It was well known that the thieves guild was underneath, in the sewers, but it was different in Skyrim. Anyone could pop in and out where he was, yet there... “Please,” he said quickly. “This one just needs to hide.” 

The silver cup was too precious not to try and pinch.

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“If it is not too much to ask, could you tell this one who made your robes?” Zan’nir-Dar said as he looked over it. “The style is... distinct.”

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Shipwrecked

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Feeling the pat to his back made him pull away with a growl. It didn’t hold the power that it used to from everything that happened. Glancing around and seeing the type of people, he knew he was not in Thedas.

Khenarthi’s Roost? Maker help him. Just how far did he travel? Fenris turned back to the male and frowned. ‘This one’. It was something a slave would say. Were elves slaves here too? Slowly he nodded his head. “I remember. There was a storm.” Pushing himself up, he legs were unsteady for a moment before he reached out to gain balance.

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“What are you doing, standing up? You’ve just come off a shipwreck!” Zan’nir-Dar let out in surprise, then calling over to Khajiit with black fur. “Pulema!” he waved, beckoning her over. The Elsweyr island was small, and a close-knit community, when disaster happened, everyone chipped in.

“Many thanks,” he said as he took a bottle of pristine water from her, then moving it over. “This one thinks you should wait until they have a doctor ready,” he explained, then standing up fully. “Where did you come from? This one does not know what kind of Mer you are...”

His eyes then widened slightly. “Ah... sorry if this one was racist.” 

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"Come now. Don't be shy... Step into the light." //daro-zahn

The Hobbit Starters

“This one thought the whole point of the underground was to keep outlaws hidden,” Zan’nir-Dar said, then folding his arms. It wasn’t fair, it was just a spice used in his cooking.

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“Yes, but it is easier to know the person you’re selling to.” Daro'zahn twirled the bag of moon sugar on her finger. “Besides if we are both outlaws what is there to fear? Although it doesn’t make sense. Only those with weak stomachs feel any effect. Khajiit are immune.” She crinkled her nose distastefully and peered at him. “I have two prices that must be paid. One is a simple payment of forty septims. The other is a story. Any story will do. I collect them.”

Daro'zahn grinned a slanted little grin and pulled up a box to sit on. “If the story is good enough I might wave the monetary price.”

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Zan’nir-Dar gave the suspicious character a small glare. Still, it wouldn’t be the first time he got caught out by guards. Usually he could afford the bounty... Usually.

“This one does not have a weak stomach,” he protested before he raised an eyebrow. A story? That wasn’t something he’d heard before. “...What kind of story are you talking?” he asked, then stepping forward, peeking up under the hood he wore.

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First Interaction Starters

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I've heard a lot about you"

"Welcome to _____ "

"Can I take your order?"

" _____, you're under arrest"

"Looks like we're room-mates"

"IT Support, how can I help you?"

"Do you know the bride or the groom?"

"Hi, I just moved in next-door"

"Excuse me, is this your dog?"

"Help, please! Somebody help me!"

"I guess I'm your new partner"

"Oh my god! Are you okay?"

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"Come now. Don't be shy... Step into the light." //daro-zahn

The Hobbit Starters

“This one thought the whole point of the underground was to keep outlaws hidden,” Zan’nir-Dar said, then folding his arms. It wasn’t fair, it was just a spice used in his cooking.

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Shipwrecked

[lyrium-burned]

Sailing was not something he enjoyed but the last thing he expected for the ship to hit a storm. The whole time he was holding onto anything that was available but that wasn’t the answer. Waves caused the whole thing to flip and suddenly everyone was in a panic. Fenris was one of the lucky few that were able to find part of the ship and hold close to it to keep him up. Everything after was nothing but a blur. 

Feeling something shaking him made his body shoot up with wide eyes before starting to cough. Suddenly he was glancing around before his eyes landed on the man that had pulled him up. “Whe-Where am I?” Fenris coughed again before wiping aat the salt water still on his face.

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Zan’nir-Dar watched as he coughed. Good. That meant the elf was alive, and conscious. He hit him on the back a few times in a rough manner to help him cough up any sea water that had made its way down.

“You are in the port of Khenarthi’s Roost, you have travelled far, yes? This one saw commotion and came to help the shipwreck,” he said, looking over to the boat. “Zan’nir-Dar heard that Elsweyr waters were not expecting this vessel. It crashed, you woke up. Do you remember?”

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Send “Twister” for our muses to be in the middle of the town’s worst set of storms that has ever crossed county lines

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three word starters

“i’ll do it.”

“please just don’t.”

“i hate you.”

“i love you.”

“you love me?”

“please stop it.”

“i can’t breathe.”

“just go away.”

“you’re an ass.”

“you’re a bitch.”

“don’t leave me!”

“don’t walk away.”

“stay with me.”

“i’m begging you…”

“for fucks sake…”

“clean this up!”

“please kiss me.”

“get off me!”

“you are despicable.”

“are you okay!?”

“don’t do this.”

“please shut up.”

“are you drunk?”

“don’t forget me.”

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I think everyone kind of wants to have that kind of ship that one feels terribly invested in. Talk headcanons late into the evening, the kind of ship that makes you start doing playlists, aesthetic posts, art, drabbles. Without feeling awkward because you are not sure whether your partner is as invested as you are. I only have one thing to say: be that kind of ship partner. If you want to ship something, don’t be afraid to approach a mun about it, the worst they can do is say ‘nah thanks’. Don’t be afraid to show how much you love a ship, take way the stigma of being overly interested in ships and doing stuff for a pairing. Go for it, show that you are passionate about it, and you will see it can turn out great. 

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“Just remember, if you see a Thalmor Justiciar - you kill him.”