Diantha Augustinus

Indie Skyrim OC roleplay blog. Blog is single muse, multiverse friendly, and tentatively multiship. Muse is not Dragonborn. Please read the rules before interacting. I track the tags "Diantha Augustinus" and "ImperialAuthoress." OOC tag is "Out of the Library."

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Finally Moving!

Well, after working hard (and a lot of copying and pasting), I have finished putting together my new blog @ofheroesandcons! Now that I have made my official move to an empty, but fully organized blog with all it’s pages currently up-to-date, all my other Skyrim blogs are going to be inactive.

So anyone following @athol-of-morthal, @astrongwill, @oftravels, and @imperialauthoress, please move to following my new blog named above. I look forward to getting back into the Skyrim community! Once again, thanks to everyone who’s followed me on my various blogs.

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I Have No Idea How Long It’s Been

Probably a Year?

A lot has gone on in that year. I moved out of a, probably abusive and definitely unsafe, environment and into my aunts’ house in a completely different state. I stopped going to college in order to work. I’ve moved into my own apartment. I’ve become super close friends with a couple people I’ve met through this very community. I’ve gotten my depression diagnosed. And instead of 6, I now have only 1 cat.

Needless to say, it’s been a hectic year and I haven’t really felt like getting on here simply because I have been kinda overwhelmed. But I feel like I’m in a better place now and I’ve been missing this. Sure, there’s been no new TES content in years and the community is kinda stagnant, but I’ve missed it. Being away from the Skyrim RP community has kinda made me realize it’s homey for me.

That being said, everything will be undergoing major changes that will hopefully mean I’m back for good. All of my blogs ( @athol-of-morthal, @astrongwill, @imperialauthoress, and @oftravels will condensed into one multimuse blog (but without the sheer numbers this implies. I’m gonna cut my list down to 12 at most).

When exactly this will happen I have no idea. But when it does happen one last update will be posted on each blog, and then after a week I’ll probably delete all the old accounts.

Anyway, I hope that at least a couple people see this. And, if anyone has stuck to following me in all this time that I’ve been gone, well ya’ll are saints. I hope that this plan really helps me out and that I can get back into the swing of things while I try to find a new job and settle into my new life.

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Reaction Meme

Accepting

“What in Mara’s name?!” Diantha dropped her bag in shock as she stood in the doorway to her room at the inn. “You?! What on Nirn do you think you’re doing?!”

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In his madness the mer couldn’t exactly put two and two together, “You’re already wearing clothes though,” did people seriously keep more then one pair of clothes? Man, people aboveground were weird, “Hey, at least I didn’t eat the books, or drink the ink, okay?” This chick needed to chill, like, absolute-zero chill!

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“E-eat the–?” She stared at him in complete bewilderment. How could the thought even–why would that be something–Divines above! 

“I can just-I can order new clothes…” His statement was so strange she couldn’t even address it, choosing instead to focus on her ruined dresses. And the more important task of having them replaced.

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His eyes went wild with confusion, "Order clothes?! Like… Having them imported from the mainland?” Growing up, his parents NEVER did that, even with their wealth, because it was costly and unnecessary when both he and his mother could sew. The elf curled up in the pile of semi-shredded clothing, clearly perplexed, “Or, you could just make your own clothes.” He grabbed a fistful of luxurious fabric, “Or just have these repaired– Or,” while listing off suggestions via idle fingers.

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Mainland? Is that what they were going to be calling Cyrodiil now? Not that it truly mattered, half of what came out of Mafrewel’s mouth made little-to-no sense. “I could make my own clothes if I had any idea how. But even then I would have to order everything I needed,” because gods forbid they have quality fabrics in Skyrim, “so it just makes more sense to order finished dresses.”

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He dismissed her with a hand. “No need, your help is more than enough.” It wasn’t unusual that the subjects of ones kingdom did not know their king. There were always far pressing matters at hand, wars, rebellions, hunger, winter. He took no offense to it, and even if he wanted to, the image of some broth and wine made him completely disappear from his mind. “Have you lived here all your life?” He assumed that she did, most people were born in one village and died in it, some never left further than their own street unless they had to.

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She nodded. “Yes ser, I have. But I would like to leave one day and see what else is out there.” Diantha smiled a faraway and dreamy look in her eyes as she turned to begin leading the king and his men down the path. She began walking, checking over her shoulder to ensure they were following her. She didn’t doubt they would, especially right after saying she would take them to the inn, but she couldn’t help but check. Partly out of disbelief out of who it was exactly she was leading to the town.

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"Where is the murderer?" asked Rowan, coming upon the scene of carnage at the Reach guardsman's beck and call. A villager in Karthwasten had been slain near his home, the ebony hilt of a dagger protruding from his chest. It seemed whoever committed the foul deed had long since fled, evading the penalty for their crime. Yet, a young woman with brown, curly hair stood close by, prompting Rowan's questioning. "Did you see where the bastard ran?" (from roguenobility -- hope this works all right!)

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Accepting

Diantha stood stock still, staring in shock and horror at the scene. Shaking hands were held in front of her lips, her fingertips pressed against her lips. She let out a squeak of shock and delayed terror when she heard the man’s voice.

“I-I’m sorry, ser! You took me by surprise.” She turned away from the gruesome scene before her to look at the man, grateful for him granting her the ability to finally tear herself away from the horrible murder. “I didn’t see what happened, but I did see someone going that way.”

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He made to speak, but stopped short of his words.

The utter dismay the young woman exuded paired with the yelp of fright she gave told Rowan one thing… she wasn’t used to seeing butchery like this, before. If she was, her reaction certainly didn’t show it.

“It’s all right, mo gaolach,” he assured, speaking in a way that was both reassuring and urgent. He couldn’t tarry for too long, else the perpetrator would get away. “Did you happen to catch a glimpse of what they looked like?”

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She nodded, keeping her hands clasped in front of her chest. 

“I-I did manage to see the man before he ran. He-he wasn’t very tall...or at least shorter than you. And her had a crooked nose, his hair was dark, and...oh I can’t remember anything else!” There was despair in Diantha’s voice as she spoke. She was normally so good at remembering small details, but this time--well the incident surrounding this questioning was very different from what she normally experienced.

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“Isn’t this amazing?”

Her amazement over the gardens weren’t surprising, after all everyone seemed to be at ave the first time they lied eyes on the countless of flowers, colors and patterns that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Of course Willas knew the gardens already, and so he wasn’t taken back like she was, but he wouldn’t want to ruin her experience. so he offered her a small smile. 

❝It is indeed, My lady.❞

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❝No trouble at all my lady. ❞ He offers her his arm, as he start walking, of course it’d have to be a short walk, his leg had been acting up lately as winter neared, it was still not cold enough to wear a coat, or so cold the flowers no longer bloomed, by the few degrees was enough to effect his old jousting injury. ❝Is there anything in particular you’d like to see?❞

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She graciously took his arm, her excited smile ever present. Everything was like an absolute dream! The gardens, how delightful Willas seemed to be, the sunny weather. Inspiration for ‘her scribblings,’ as her father called them, were practically flowing through her entire being. “Oh, I don’t know, it’s all so lovely! I suppose you could show me your favorite places. After all, you must like them for a reason.”

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“Well, then…” Fingers folded, she leans forward with her elbows propped up on the table, chin resting on her interlaced hands. “I’ve travelled far and wide to reach this place, m’lady,” never mind Asunn is not quite sure where this place actually is, “and ended up in one or two chancy situations.” A sip of ale (more for effect than thirst, but never mind that either). “Would you rather hear about the bear or the Highway robbers?” 

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Her eyes widen as the other woman begins to weave her story. Every single action that is added for effect draws Diantha in. “Maker’s breath!” Her hand flies to her mouth at the mention of the adventures. So much possibility is in both of them to be sure! “I would like to hear about both, if I could. But perhaps we can start with the bear.”

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Journey awaits

Kambash, the barbarian half-orc is roaming around skyrim. New to this land he wonders on what great things will happen here. He image lots of epic adventures he will have with or without a party. By his daydreaming he accidently bumped into a guard in which shorted to watch out. Kambash sent back to reality and looked at this gaurd. He looks around and seemingly a place or to him a big town of some sort. He asked the guard where he is at. One said he is in Markarth. He raises his eye brows a bit but he slowly head inside. 

When the gate opens as he entered he was in awe since this place was very huge. He looks around more and started to visted different places of Markarth like general good stores, blacksmiths, and others.

 The last place he visted now is the inn called “Silver Lining” in which he stop exploring Markarth and that this inn was the last place he visted of this town. To him he was impressed by the place. Now he is drinking a bottle ale and eatting  bread. If anyone can see him first glance, they can mistaken him for a mercenary.

@imperialauthoress

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Diantha huffed loudly as she opened the door to the inn, walking inside and allowing they heavy door to slam behind her. Once again, another day filled with ‘we don’t talk about the Forsworn,’ ‘we don’t talk to outsiders,’ and ‘go back to Cyrodiil, outsider.’ This was getting overly repetitive and extremely disheartening. There had to be at least one person willing to talk...maybe at that other inn the girl in the alchemy shop had told her about. Old Hrolden. According to her it was a hotbed of gossip. She would have to go another day though, as she didn’t feel like being turned down again or having to run from the Forsworn on her way, those were risks she would be willing to take another day.

She sighed, deciding to take a seat at the bar to order some wine. Diantha quickly closed the distance between where she stood at the entrance to the inn an the bar where Kleppr stood polishing one of the glasses. She hefted her heavy leather satchel onto the bar and took her seat on one of the stools, a pleading look in her eyes as she looked at him. Without a word he ducked under the counter and pulled out a bottle of red wine, after two straight weeks of denied information this had become their routine. And truly, Kleppr didn’t seem to mind since this meant she was paying for a glass of wine every day.

Diantha thanked Kleppr as he set the wine in front of her, and once again he paid her no head. She sighed once again and took a sip of the crimson liquid. Quietly as she could she set the glass back onto the bar and glanced to her side, looking at the mercenary sitting next to her out of the corner of her eye. He seemed to be just as new to the city as she was, since she hadn’t seen him yet. He probably wouldn’t have much information on the Reachmen, but she smiled at him anyway. Hard day or not, that was no excuse to be needlessly rude.

[sollertias]

Reading by José Ferraz de Almeida Júnior, 1892 (detail)

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Dress for a Rivendell elf - Catherine Deane

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Cinimir let out a weak bit of laughter as the woman came into view, “Sorry about that, you have my word…whatever the word of a stranger means…that I will repay you for your assistance,” he muttered to her from his spot on the ground clutching at his wound, he coughed a little, “Damned Dremora caught me off guard.” 

Shadowmare stood a few feet away from them his red eyes peering at the stranger as he nibbled on the grass. The black horse nearly blending into the darkness if it wasn’t for the light of her lantern it would scarcely be seen.

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She gasped as the injured mer came into her line of sight. “Oh-oh dear!’ Diantha gathered up her skirts with her free hand and ran to where he had fallen, skidding to a stop and dropping to her knees when she was beside him. 

“Oh-oh I promise you’ll be okay! Okay, dearheart.” Her gaze near constantly shifted between him and had bag of supplies until she finally pulled out a healing potion. Dianha settled in to her spot on the ground, now sitting on her knees as she uncorked the red bottle and carefully held it out to him. “Do you need me to keep holding it or are you okay to do that yourself?”

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❝Book? What book?❞ (obvious choice but useful. Either muse)

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Accepting

“It’s called On Apocrypha. Its, very, very important to me so if you’ve seen it I’d appreciate it if you’d tell me where.” Diantha fidgeted nervously and chewed her bottom lip. How could she have possibly misplaced her brother’s first essay?

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Noting Diantha’s response, Eponis got impatient with herself at not knowing what to do. “Your brother’s book?” Getting distracted by the thought “Your brother writes too? Anyway,” dragging herself back to the point of the matter “I’m sure you’ll find it though. It’s not some special copy, right?”

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"Its special to me. It was his very first essay--and he signed it and gave it to me and everything!” Diantha pursed her lips, trying to fight back her tears of despair and also anger at herself for losing something so special to her. She closed her eyes, remaining silent as she tried to think of what could have possibly happened. “Perhaps-perhaps it was in my bag still and it fell out?” Her voice shook as she suggested the idea. With the layout of the city it could have easily fallen from a great height and been ruined, or maybe even fallen into the water at the silver smelter. Thinking of Dante’s book being ruined brought about a round of fresh tears and a few loud, dramatic sniffles.

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The Nord frowned. She was so close to getting her hands on another book… and she was standing here with the author. She could have gotten it signed or something! But, the woman did look sorry that she didn’t have a spare on her, so she made a mental note of the title and reminded herself to look for it on the shelves.

“That sounds like such a lovely story!” Romance, action, history, comedy… it didn’t matter the book, she wanted to read it. One way or another, she would get her hands on it. “Where did you get the inspiration for that? From the dragon attack?”

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Diantha’s smile grew to practically cartoonish proportions, her eyes glittering with excitement. Even though she had met people who were eager to read her novels before it never ceased to be exhilarating to find someone who expressed it to her.

“Yes, actually! I was already planning on a trip to Skyrim to try an get some ideas for my novel when I heard about the attack. It was obviously a huge tragedy, and I feel so sorry for everyone who lost someone in the attack...but you can’t deny that something like that makes for a wonderful inspiration.”

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Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.

“Down, down!” ((Hello))

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“A pleasure to meet you, Madame.” She bowed her head in greeting before letting go of Diantha’s hand, crossing hers behind her back. “I imagine so. Is there anything I can do to make up for that particularly…messy situation? If you are a bard, then I may have some stories to tell of everything I’ve seen between here and Minrathous.”

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Her eyes lit up. “Truly? Oh, I would enjoy that!” She clapped her hands in excitement, practically bouncing in place as she did. It wasn’t rare people offered stories. Usually she would be asked to tell one, or she would have to ask to get one that would ultimately serve as inspiration for some novel or other. The fact someone was actually volunteering stories was the most exciting thing to happen in months, barring this one incident of getting caught up in an attack on the other woman’s life.

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“Sweet lady, no victory is half as beautiful as you.”

;; A Game of Thrones - George R. R. Martin

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“Perhaps, at least, the Nords seem to be curiously eager to run head-first into peril.  I don’t quite understand it, but then again, my first reaction would be to try to escape without physical confrontation.”

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"Your first instinct makes much, much more sense that that of most Nords.”

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Dragon Rising

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Markus sat in front of the Whiterun gates, face in his hands as the rested on his knees. “I was a bloody librarian..” He mumbled to a gaurd. “How in the name of Akatosh do you think I’m this Dragonborn?” He questioned in annoyance.

He took notice of a woman approaching. “You, ma'am,” He said to get her attention. “Do you think I could be this Dragonborn thing this idiot is talking about?”

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Diantha took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves and then began her trek back to the city. She was going to buy more ink and papers in Whiterun regardless is strange sky voices and the tremors that accompanied them. She needed these vital supplies before she got to The Reach.

“Me?” She stopped in her tracks and looked down at the sitting man. “I don’t know, I haven’t even met you. Or what’s going on...or what a Dragonborn is?” She looked at the guard who was speaking to the seated man...her certainly didn’t look like an idiot. But she knew that couldn’t be any sort of indication, seeing as there were plenty of people who looked perfectly smart that turned out to be driveling morons.

[imperialauthoress-blog]

What you need is some good old bear wresting

What Does Diantha Need?

Accepting

“Erm…somehow I think you’re wrong. I think a wolf would be able to break me in half.”

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“nonsense. With Kambash at your side. You can wrestle bear with eaz”

[imperialauthoress-blog]

"You could wrestle a bear with ease I’m sure. But ser I truly thing you aren’t taking into account my general...smallness.”