[wayoftheold]

@liliqus​

Gudunn was pissed.

As usual, the Nord was strapped for gold. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, but lately she was having ‘issues’ with her creditors. It took over a week for her to find some sort of job, and when a bounty was finally posted, it’s just some goddamn pest control on top of a mountain. 

Who even gives a shit about some stupid troll sightings all the way up there anyway? 

It took almost half a day, but Gudunn eventually made her the way up to the summit of the mountain, all without finding a single troll. The situation seemed like a good enough reason for her to be a little angry.

How in Oblivion is the job supposed to be done when the Kyne-damned beasts aren’t even really here?

Fortunately, Gudunn’s anger partially subsided the moment she saw the white hairy figure standing in the moonlight. It seemed a little different than most trolls she’s seen, but she wasn’t going to be picky. As long as she brought a troll-like pelt back to town, she’d consider the job done.

Without wasting any time, Gudunn pulled her greatsword from her back and charged forward, aiming for a clean slice through the beasts torso.

[liliqus-blog]

Everything around her was white. Cold, hard, and blinding white.

There were only the faintest wisps of the black of the sky peaking through the clouds. Ground and sky blurred together the farther she trudged her way up the mountainside.

She couldn’t really say what possessed her to take this journey through the mountains; it was probably nothing more than an impulse to wander. But as night started to descend, she began to think that maybe there was something more sinister at work; something more bestial, or instinctual.

Eh, it was better to shake such thoughts out of her mind than to linger on them. No good sense in trying to divine a reason. Better to accept that it was what it was.

Liliqus turned her eyes skyward in an effort to distract herself, only to find her gaze linger on the sky for far too long. The gap in the clouds lasted long enough for her to see the cold blinding white of the full moon.

In an instant, she was overcome by a sharp pain pulsing through her entire body. She felt herself keel over, clawing in vain at the snow around her. The sound of her heartbeat drumming in her ears was so loud she almost didn’t hear herself scream.  Her limbs snapped and twisted into stretched out imitations of themselves, and she could feel the skin of her cheeks being ripped apart. Everything felt like it was on fire.

And just as soon as it started, the pain was gone. She lay there in the snow, head down and hunched over, breath ragged as ever, but no longer in pain. In fact, there was no longer much of anything going on in her mind except this deep and gnawing hunger that now took precedence over all things.  Slowly, her head lifted, and she looked upon the mountain with bleary eyes.

Amidst all the white was something red. Something to eat. Something getting closer. And fast. Not something to eat. Something to kill.

A deep and furious sound rumbled out from her chest and she swiped back at the red thing, only to have her claws catch on a long strip of steel. She snarled, and put her full weight into pushing the red thing away.

[ancientspecter]

@liliqus

[bard-arinel-blog]

Cold Relations

With @liliqus​

Wind chill swept across frozen tundra and raked up the sides of mountains, carrying flurries of snow and icy air in its wake. The temperature was enough to steal the very breath from one’s lungs, but Arinel breathed steadily as he continued onward, immune to the cold frozen air fluttering his tattered robes. He gripped the staff he held, using it to guide his way across large rocks and craggy terrain, ignoring the blood still smattered on it.

The humming had returned to his mind.

It was a very quiet, soothing sound—warm, in fact. Almost motherly. It would have been a comfort to the lone Falmer if it had just been a mere figment or memory. But it wasn’t. He knew it was her, the Daedric Prince of Dusk and Dawn, once again preying upon his weakened spirit.

He refused to let her entice him.

Arinel picked his way through a small fissure, following the natural path of the terrain. As he crested a small hill it opened up into a gigantic valley before him—The Forgotten Vale. The humming in his mind faltered, and the Falmer let out a breath of air from between his frozen lips. Here, Azura’s power was weaker. Below him lay the flat sheet of ice that formed the massive lake, its smooth surface interrupted only by the waterfalls that stirred the water and kept it from freezing. In the mountains high above, on an outcropping, he could see his destination—the Chantry of Auri-El.

There he would find his refuge.

Arinel journeyed down to the banks of the frozen river and began to cross, humming a tune that countered the melody that had resumed in his head. Sometimes this was enough to quiet these spells, but he nevertheless quickened his step. He just had to reach the Chantry…

Arinel slowed as he reached a ruined structure that might’ve once been an archway. The air seemed to waver between the two crumbling pillars, and as he drew closer he could see the faintest outline of features beyond.

Strange. Gelebor didn’t usually keep the portals open unless he was expecting visitors—less a frost troll accidentally wander through—and Arinel had given no warning of his arrival.

It was no matter. It would save him time.

Taking a breath, the Falmer stepped through the portal, and all at once the image beyond became sharper, real. He found himself standing in a hexagonal arched structure, each of its stone walls blank, save for the one that held the wavering image of the frozen field he had stood in a moment before.

Arinel spent no thought on them. Instead he whisked himself out of the small building and made his way up the natural path towards a stone bridge.

Beyond it lay the Chantry, a beautiful, vaulted, ruined temple, constructed of stone and glass.

He doesn’t care about your kind, Arinel found himself thinking. He felt doubt rise within him as he made his way across the stone arch bridge.

He let us fall. He let the Falmer become the wretched race they are today. What will it do for me to keep begging for his blessing? His sanctuary?

His pace slowed, and the Falmer paused at the center of the bridge, looking up at the grand Chantry. Beyond its open doors he could see part of the ancient statue that depicted the Soul of Light and Order—Auri-El, the god of the ancient Snow Elves.

No, Arinel thought.

Against what felt like his own will he put his foot forward, then the other. His old sabatons scraped the icy stone beneath as he walked, leading him to the end of the bridge and up the old stone stairs and through the doorway. A moment later, Arinel found himself in front of the great statue standing within the Chantry courtyard, the old bronze depicting an elven figure holding the sun aloft in the sky.

Why are you doing this?

The Falmer knelt in front of Auri-El, and prayed. As he did he felt something move within him, almost as something was being pushed away from his soul. Out of impulse he touched the edifice’s bare feet.

The doubt that plagued him before vanished, along with the humming at the back of his mind. Arinel’s body, mind, and soul grew light as he felt the influences of Azura sweep from his being, giving him back his freedom of will. He exhaled shakily, feeling the muscles in his back relax as he released tension. He had nothing to worry about now, as long as he stayed at the Chantry…

He felt someone watching him.

Straightening up, Arinel looked around.

“Gelebor?” he said. “Is that you?”

[liliqus-blog]

This was the last place in all of Mundus she wanted to be in.

Stuck with a bunch of stuffy elves clinging to whatever vestiges of the past still remain, romanticizing an empire they don’t even remember, reciting prayers that would only fall on the deaf ears of long-dead gods. The chantry of Auri-El was the last sanctuary for whatever remained of the snow elves, where they were always welcome to come and go as they please. But in this same place, Liliqus felt that such freedom was a luxury that wouldn’t be afforded to her.

The eyes of those marbled statues of great heroes bore into her, passing judgment on all of her past sins, suffocating her under their neverchanging, immortal gaze. And as much as this temple praised and emphasized light and air, elements of freedom and unrestriction, she couldn’t help but feel trapped within those stone walls.

She hated this place.

But it was exactly where she needed to be. For too long now had her dreams been plagued by ghosts, had spirits haunting her every step.

Every day that passed on her way there left her with this gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach, like no matter how much she ate she would never be satisfied. It was craving something, something she knew better than to give so easily.

As much as she hated to admit it, she needed this place. She needed guidance.

She needed Gelebor.

Of course, when she finally made her way up the stony stairs to face the idol this temple was built around, she did not find Gelebor crouched at its feet like she expected.

In fact, it wasn’t a snow elf at all. It was Falmer. And it spoke.

“What do you want with Gelebor?” she snarled, all too willing to meet any possible threat with all of the aggression she could muster. Flecks of ice coiled around her fists instinctively, reacting to that agitation. Not an effective weapon against it, but the only weapon she had.

[traitor]

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[ancientspecter]

@liliqus

[freerenata-deactivated20180915]

[pumpkinland]

my mom likes to tell me “you have to pick your battles” well im full of rage and im picking all of them

[marisafaithbitch]

replacing my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less

[princesconsuela]

[zodiacismylife-blog]

Fuck apologies, I’m not sorry for anything.

Aries, Scorpio, Sagittarius,Aquarius and Geminis. (via zodiacismylife)

[rpmusings-galore]

                                         But my dяєαмร                                        They aren’t as empty                          As my  ᶜ ᵒ ᶰ ˢ ᶜ ᶤ ᵉ ᶰ ᶜ ᵉ  seems to be

[liliqus-blog]

Back in the Merethic Era, when Falmer society was at its height, in a Golden Age of art and poetry and spiritual enlightenment, Liliqus Angasuna was a common foot soldier for the Falmer army. And just like any other soldier of the great Falmeri Empire, she was proud to fight for everything her people stood for and believed in. Their cause was her cause, and she followed her every order without question.

So when she was ordered to be part of the force to invade Saarthal, the Atmoran city, she never gave it a second thought. She was being tasked with eliminating a threat to the Empire, after all. Why question protecting it? It wasn’t until she was face to face with the city’s unarmed inhabitants that her whole world began to shatter around her.

These men, women, children, weren’t the savage barbarians she had believed them to be, that every bit of propaganda had made her believe. They were innocent. And she helped slaughter all of them.

After that, there was no use staying in her empire’s employ. Not after it had proven itself so unworthy of her spear. Not after she had proven herself so unworthy of the title of soldier.

[planttunes]

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[liliqus-blog]

// Hey there! Just wanted to say that I'm really digging your new snow elf, I like her back story too.

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THANK YOU MY DUDE

it makes me happy to know that people like the characters i come up with, so thank you a lot ;w;

[jumex]

I actually hate being sappy like I’ll say “I missed you today” then immediately drag them to diffuse the situation

[curvesncurls-deactivated2017090]

“Where were you today? I missed u. Thought ya lil ugly ass went and joined the soul circus”

[liliqus-blog]

Kashra Vanuu; shidapela neshul avan Auri-El (keeper of the light of Auri-El)

Born under the Thief, on the 16th of Evening Star of 4E 167, high in the Velothi Mountains to an isolated village of Falmer long forgotten by the world below. She is the sole survivor of the massacre of her village by the hands of some strange, twisted mockery of her people. 

And as the sole survivor, she has taken upon herself to seek out the races of the world down the mountain and tell the stories of her people.

[liliqus-blog]

Descending the mountain was certainly not something Kashra ever thought she would have to do. Indeed, even the thought of entering the world below had never crossed her mind. Not once! And yet, here she was, taking a wayward path down the mountainside; her walking stick and the clothes on her back the last remnant of her people.

She trudged through snow and ice for hours, farther south than she had ever been. One thing she hadn’t expected on her journey was just how much warmer it got as she went. Soon enough, there was hardly any frost coating the ground.

So used was she to a world of white and brown, that the sight of so much green was astounding. Yes, the hot spring her village was so fortunate to live by did invite a wide array of plants, but none were quite as vivid as these. It was like a dry and snowless summer; browns, greens, and a whole assortment of colors that were all too scarce in her world. Certainly there were flowers near the spring, and she knew the name and purpose of each and every one. And she could see that these flowers she saw were the very same, but they were… brighter. Nothing to wash them out.

It was almost too warm for her down the mountain. No snow, no clouds; all dirt, and all sun. And the sun on this day was incredibly bright and hot. She was not one to recoil and retreat to the shadows, however. No, she would stand proudly in the light, for she was a bearer of a light all her own; a keeper of her people’s staff.

…Of course, a small respite in the shade wouldn’t be too cowardly of her, would it?

Her descent came to a pause beneath the branches of an old pine, and it wasn’t until she sat up against it that she realized how tired her feet were. She had thought that surely her journey hadn’t lasted that long. But apparently, it had.

She leaned back on coarse bark, already well aware of just how many strands of white hair would be caught in it. That was a problem for later. For now, she could close her eyes, for just a moment, just to rest them, and—

Snap!

The snap of a branch. Followed by footsteps.

And they were getting closer.

Kashra, the sole keeper of her people’s legacy, was not alone.