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@faolanredeagle
// Taking new threads! If anyone wants a starter, send me a message or ask and we can plan something out. :) Also, if I have forgotten or missed a reply, let me know that too! It’s been a while since I was on this blog, and things have definitely gotten lost in that time.
“i already told you i didn’t know what it was! just seemed like a hunk of junk sword like the ones in all the nordic ruins. gods sake it had rust all over it! why don’t you just get a new sword?” she complained throwing her arms in the air exasperatedly.
Faolan continued to glare at the woman. The hair on the back of his neck, standing up, told him she was powerful, and that was something he wished to use. But if he could not... overcoming, or outsmarting her, those were options.
“The magics upon it cannot be replaced,” he answered, simply. “If you will not give it, then you bear responsibility for its loss. As... loathe as I am to go to the hags for anything, their magics could probably locate the blade. But the price would be steep. I expect you to pay.”
Horses and Heroes
Maeva’s injuries, despite their complications, were healing well. Breathing was a bit easier, and she no longer coughed blood. Even the gash across her chest had healed to an extent. Still, it hurt and she did not feel like running into more Stormcloaks or Imperials any time soon. She arrived at the tower and pointed to the dressings around her chest. “You’ve probably heard about this. I was a bit foolish to go after so many at the same time, especially in my condition. Maybe I should stick to spying.”
Faolan looked at the wound, nodding. “I did... Your scars, and how you won them, have won you some respect here. I thought to give you something to do while you healed.”
He motioned for her to follow him, and led the way down the ridge, out into the open plains towards the east. “I have a plan I would like you to take part in. Your knowledge of our enemies benefits us, and your knowledge of their tactics... that can go to even greater use.” He turned to her with a cunning smile. “Are you a horsewoman, child of Loegaire?”
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Grunting, she glanced away for only but a moment, a cautionary check on the open area behind her.
“Knowledge. I can do that.” Smiling wryly, she was quiet for a few moments, recalling anything and everything she had read about the Reachmen since arriving to Skyrim. “As a people? Er.. I know that they were forced off of their land by Ulfric and his crew, a year after the end of the Great War…” Sighing, Pythia shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know much.
Faolan nodded, looking at the smaller mer with an intent expression. “We were slaves, once, of the old Aldmer. We freed ourselves, when no allies came to aid us... the freedom of High Rock only bit more deeply into our skins.” He gestured towards her. “So... You can see, any country who styles itself after the Aldmer, this we have reason to be wary against. You tell me what you know of the Dominion, and you will have safe passage in my country, at least for now.”
// Hello everyone. I’m bringing back my side-blogs, so this blog may be more active in the near future. :) Going to be replying to any old threads that I had going, as far as I can find them. If anyone wants to start a new thread, whether we’ve interacted or not, send me a message or ask and we can plot something!
// Really love the idea of ancient Reachmen having a lot more obviously meri features. I’ve started coloring the scleras of Faolan’s eyes green every time I draw him, just straight up mer eyes. It makes that whole thing where the ancient Nords mistake the early Reachmen/Bretons as mer make a lot more sense, and I just love the idea of these poor early Imperial troops encountering a warlord king with all these distinctly alien merish features and necromantic magic and freaking the fuck out because of the history with the Ayleids. Just Hestra getting into the Reach and being like “fuck this, time to put a stop to this unnatural abhorrent Ayleid-like magical king” and it getting used as a big propagandistic tactic during her campaign.
// Sadly, no amount of shouting “DON’T DO IT BRO” will prevent this tragedy. The proposal.
I hate drawing hagravens.
// Tired of doing school art, so have a Red Eagle. Red Eagle muse is always strong, but I’m still stuck on the blog, so… idk I might just post my Red Eagle stuff here instead? I’ll figure it out eventually. Vaguely inspired by an old headcanon from @gravedirt-and-gunpowder about Reachman armor emulating dragon scales as an intimidation tactic/invocation of the biggest game you can possibly hunt. Plus the whole thing where Red Eagle can, you know, Shout, if you take game mechanics at face value. Always happy to draw up ancient Reachman stuff.
// Experimenting with noses. I like the idea of him having a nose that’s reminiscent of a bird of prey because, well, eagles. I think I’ll probably keep this one, it’s less conventionally attractive.
// And another one, this time with better warpaint.
// Slowly but surely updating my Faolan savegame.
Horses and Heroes
Faolan had heard that his spy was injured, and pulled through. That was good, but he knew as well as any that injury took recovery... and that it would not be safe to send her out immediately after her brush with the local soldiers. With her military history, though, he had a better plan. The king waited at the base of the tower, facing east, waiting for Maeva to arrive. There was a particular project he was interested in sharing with her.
aodach replied to your post “aodach replied to your post “// I really want to have more threads on...”
[ Would you rather I inbox on Faolan or your main? ]
// Both are on the same account, so either works!
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Pythia paled slightly and she nodded stiffly. “Aldmeri Dominion… Or do you mean the Thalmor?” The note of bitterness in her voice was clear, and it would seem that they shared a mutual disdain of the faction.
She stared at the reach king for a moment before a wry smile found its way to her face. “Is that so? Well, what would you ask of me, then?”
Faolan noted her tone, and made a mental note of it. There was something there--hatred, maybe--and he could use that.
“Both, perhaps.” In truth, he had no idea who the ‘Thalmor’ were. He would ask his allies later, at camp, but for now it would not do to let his potential ally know how little he really knew of the politics outside his borders. This was posturing, and he could do it as well as any king. “I would ask knowledge. Perhaps offer something in return. You know my story... What do you know of the history of the Reachmen?”
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//*whispers* moar grandpa
// Grandpa needs his 1st Era ‘friend’! Do we still have that thread with Faolan and Brangwen going?
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[ Oh me! I know we have one, but I sorta lost steam on where to go with it. But like, I can inbox thee tomorrow for plottage. :0 ]
// Didn’t see this until now! By all means let’s plot something. :D
// I really want to have more threads on this blog, but seem to only be active on it late at night when no one is around. :/ Would anyone like a thread?
