Dawn of a New Age

Elder Scrolls RP blog dedicated to adventures and general hooliganery. Mun and mod are 18+. Some content may be NSFW. TES universe. AUs are welcome.

[sendameme]

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Other (Red) Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored Gender: Male | Female | Trans | Cis | No Gender | Other Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other Species: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other (Dark elf) Education: High School | College | University | Higher Education | Self-taught Living Situation: Lives alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless Parents/Guardian: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | | Family friend Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused I have a(n): Learning Disorder Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder Things I’ve done before: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved myself | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone Positive Traits: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless Negative Traits: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable

[astarill]

Medical Intervention

[astarill]

A polite nod and easy smile stood in stark contrast to the womer’s own strained features. An impeccable veneer of acquiescence belied his thoughts. Either she was full of herself, or she had a very low opinion on her fellows. Possibly both. He hoped there was truth to her words. He didn’t possess the knowledge and expertise to tell a convincing quack from a proper healer, but his uncle did. If she was no good, they would know soon enough.

“I regret disturbing you this early in the morning, but I would ask you to come with me. I am here on behalf of my uncle. He has had some kind of attack and needs medical attention. We can pay, of course.”

[enailaim-blog]

If she’d been any other healer, the news of someone’s misfortune would have been grave indeed, but Llathala was not like other healers. Not strictly, anyway. In the past she wondered if perhaps the profession of necromancer would have been better suited for her particular...morbid enjoyments, but she did have to admit that as a healer she encountered far more dying people. And access to the Hall of the Dead, she added to herself quietly.

She closed the journal in front of her and stood to face the bookshelf to her left, carefully moving several copies of The Wolf Queen out of the way to tuck the small leather-bound book behind them. Llathala did not bother to hide her actions, but she doubted the mer would decide to come back later and start prying. And if he did, to most the journal would simply appear to be a catalog of the medicinal effects of certain herbs...and most certainly not research on efficient ways to paralyze and kill. She hoped.

For the first time that night, she gave a genuine smile, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “I’d be happy to lend my assistance. Lead the way.”

[astarill]

Medical Intervention

Only sea gull cries interrupted a dewy spring morning. No doubt the docks already bustled with life, but up here silence lingered. He entered the Temple Courtyard, where the silence seemed even stronger. His quiet step and calm demeanour belied his concern. If his uncle asked another for help, the situation was dire indeed. 

Though well aware of the mer’s aversion to priests, Temple healers charged less than independent medical practicioners, and it was all they could afford now. He entered the Temple and provided counterweight to let the door fall shut behind him as quietly as possible. Now came the hard part; to find someone his uncle would deem capable and trustworthy. There. A Dunmer. What luck. He hadn’t seen his uncle in over thirty years before they were reunited in Hegathe, but some things never changed, and one of those things was the fact that Astarill never truly felt at home anywhere other than amongst the Dunmeri. 

“Excuse me.” Delon approached, keeping his voice down. This was a place of worship, after all. “Pardon the intrusion. Are you a healer?”

[enailaim-blog]

The temple was always unusually quiet, although Llathala couldn’t complain much. Men and mer of all races came to bow down before the statues with silent prayers on their lips, pleading to gods who would never listen. She could be akin to a wolf in sheep’s skin; the narrowed eyes that regarded each devotee of the Divines were tinged with malice. 

Although a priestess was her profession, Llathala had little love for the Divines. She figured her heresy was probably known throughout the Hold by now, but no one had said anything to her. Her skill at Restoration magic was far superior to the other priestesses that made the temple their home.

Llathala sat in a chair with a journal in her hands, carefully transcribing the magical properties of nirnroot on human flesh. She heard the gentle slide of the door but chose not to lift her head at the new visitor. It was not unusual for the city’s denizens to filter through the temple throughout the day and say a prayer for health or family.

She was surprised however when the newcomer approached her seat and requested a healer. She had half a mind to send him on his way, but she’d been stuck inside all day and felt a little restless.

Instead, she gave a wry smile that looked nearly forced on her stony features. “The best you’ll find here. What do you need?”

[enailaim-blog]

[*sighs* Apologies for anyone who goes to my character bios and is presented with a white block instead of a character picture. I guess I’ll try to toggle with it and see what’s wrong.]

[enailaim-blog]

[I’m still alive! Hopefully I can pick this up again like I said I wanted to - I’m currently battling depression/anxiety and haven’t been motivated to do anything. The new medication should help, and so hopefully you guys should see more of me <3]

[attheborderofoblivion]

Professional Opinions (Llathala|Brethyn)

[attheborderofoblivion]

Brethyn was startled by the sound of a crash and the sight of rolling apples on the ground as he entered the Temple. In confusion, he followed the trajectory of the fruit backwards to a young Dunmeri priestess sitting on a nearby bench. He pressed his hand to his chest in greeting before crouching to pick up the toppled bowl.

"What’s the matter, sera?" He spares her an evaluative side glance as he gathers everything back into the bowl, searching for obvious signs of disease or injury. It takes him a moment of gathering his strength before he can push himself back to his feet. The journey had been kind on his arthritic knees, but the trek up this damned city’s endless staircases had not. "I agree that they’re wilted and sub-par, but I think your anger would be more efficiently directed at your seneschal."

[enailaim-blog]

Slanted, overly-wide red eyes follow the Dunmer male as he enters the Temple. Llathala was not overly trusting of people in general, but Dunmeri men were at the bottom of her list. However, there was something vaguely nostalgic about his quick wit that reminded her of her days in Blacklight. She bites back a retort at his use of sera, and instead glares at the fruit in his arms. 

"It was in my way," she responds offhandedly, as though it were a comment on the weather. She turns her head away from him, attempting to appear as least welcoming as possible. The very last thing she wanted was a Dunmer male asking for her blessing, although it was an unusual sight to see one of her people in a Temple dedicated to a Divine.

[enailaim-blog]

pilfering flowers | llathala & haaki

[boarchasers]

There was something very persuasive about a knife pointed in his direction. Haaki watched until it was smuggled away, at which point the temple rafters suddenly took on a whole new level of interest, and shook his head obediently.

'Understood. I haven't got any idea why that flowerpot is empty. Probably a passing goat.'

He glanced down and, finding the knife gone for the moment, relaxed. His own robes shifted heavily against his shoulders.

'And I'm sorry for being here after hours,' he continued. 'Although I'm sensing a certain lack of priestly compassion from you. Shouldn't we keep the temple open for all the faithful, whenever they might need guidance?'

[enailaim-blog]

"The temple may be open to the faithful, but I don't believe your Gods are listening."

She waved a hand dismissively. Whether or not the Gods answered his prayers was beyond her, but she knew that they had been quiet for her after all these years. No sense in harboring attachments to something that wasn't attached to her.

She glanced over his way and briefly wondered why she was having such a conversation, although she supposed there were worst things to do with her time. "The Daedra would be more likely to answer, although I think all deities are best avoided." 

[enailaim-blog]

[too tired to think good night]

[noumalatu-deactivated20210127]

If her glare was, indeed, icy, then he neglected to consider its significance. In the process of just merely passing by, the Altmer halts to the voice that spoke to him. What regarded the other was a penetrating gaze of molten cores that narrowed to a raising brow..

"No," he simply declared, refusing to entertain her wild assumption before walking again.

[enailaim-blog]

She frowned, not exactly feeling as though she'd been dismissed but certainly a little peeved anyway. Putting on a haughty air of grace, she continued walking, following the typical road of her patrol. It was merely happenstance that it was the same path he was taking.

"Heading down to Markarth?" 

[enailaim-blog]

attheborderofoblivion replied to your post:[I’m not sure if I’ll write any responses tonight....

( Course work definitely comes first! Best of luck! \o/)

[thank you :3]

[dalamusrex]

If we RP together

Thanks for being awesome

Your patience is amazing and I appreciate it immensely

Your writing is enjoyable and it just keeps getting better

Thank you for valuing my happiness and health over roleplays

Also thank you for enjoying my character/s enough to want to roleplay with me

[enailaim-blog]

[I'm not sure if I'll write any responses tonight. I'm severely stressed out from my classwork :( I haven't failed a class yet and I just may fail one and uuuugh.]

[tinakris]

Believe, believe - The Dragonborn comes.

[enailaim-blog]

[ Llathala, what are your negative opinions about your family? ]

The question makes her shudder. There are certain memories she’d rather not relive, locked beneath her cold exterior for her own sanity.

"They forsake me in my hour of need," she whispers quietly. "When all was said and done, my worth was only based on the class of the man who stepped forward to claim me."

"I am not a prize!" With one last indignant glare, she spits and turns away.

[tevruden]

TMI Tuesday.

Because we all love inappropriate questions about our OCs.

[quintusofwindhelm]

((Helpful note: Skyrim begins on the 17th of Last Seed (August), which is a Sundas (Sunday) ))

[enailaim-blog]

noumalatu started following you

Valaire scowled intensely at the ground in front of her, silently cursing each pebble that her glass boot happened to kick. At last she turned to cast an icy glare at the man behind her.

"Is there something you are in need of? Perhaps directions?"