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An October morning in Värmland, Sweden.

#where the tracks lead: tor #where the tracks lead: syl #skyrim #swamp

@fatereleased :: ILYVI :: “what dangers lurk”

Ilyvi’s gaze turned to the stranger for a single once-over before focusing back on her task. “Help yourself. Not like you’re stealing all the heat with your presence,” she replied, dropping the cleaned shells into one basket, the meat in the other. “Not am I the one who went swimming in the bay. Help yourself to some of the crab meat if you want to toast some up.” Wasn’t as if she was going to eat all of it anyway.

The navy-and-lime scaled argonian gave a slight, toothy grin and sat near the dunmer on a bare stump. “Yoq, no. In Jel, the word for ‘cooking’ is tsuq, ‘to burn.’” He smiled; the joke was an old one for his people, and while he did still prefer raw or seared-only meat, he also found many ‘smoothskin’ baked goods and soups delicious.

“I will still eat some raw, unless you would then consider me the most monstrous danger in these waters?” He reached for the bucket with pointed fingers.

#fatereleased #with feathers #to scribe: tor #scroll: what dangers lurk #on the tongue: jel

dcvahrend :: HALLA :: “one year older”

She spent most of the day as she would any other. There was NO NEED to throw a party or make a huge deal out of today. One year OLDER. Honestly, she didn’t feel any DIFFERENT. Then again, age was something that SNUCK UP on you. Before the dragonborn knew it she would be a FRAIL elderly woman sitting by the hearth and telling her grandchildren about her ADVENTURES. The mental image caused rosy lips to form a GRIN. Some of the people they were currently traveling with had WISHED her a happy birthday, remembering from when she mentioned it passing. Others even had brought her small GIFTS, mostly practical things.

Pulled AWAY from her thoughts, Halla turned her ATTENTION to Syldra who approached her. The half-elf’s demeanor was a little OFF, which had her CURIOUS. Dark brows raised in surprise at the other not EXPECTING to be handed a gift. So that’s what she’s been up to all this time?

Lilac eyes STUDIED the pendant closely. It was BEAUTIFUL, even if Syldra had RUSH to make it there were still some decent amount of DETAIL in the piece. Not wanting to WASTE another moment, Halla took the pendant. With CARE she undid the clasps and fastened it around her neck. More than PLEASED with her gift, the dragonborn GENTLY tugged the stiff half-elf into a hug. She let go a few moments later not wanting to make the other too UNCOMFORTABLE. The silver haired breton smiled WARMLY.

“ Thank you, Syldra. You really didn’t have to go though the trouble but it’s appreciated all the same. I’ll treasure it. ”

Syldra was--to her brief inkling, unfortunately--expecting this sort of reaction. She stiffened slightly at the sudden close contact, but eased after a moment. She even allowed herself one gentle hand upon the middle of Halla’s back, fingers near the spine. She let out a brief sigh, and mumbled, “I did though, after what you did for me when we first met.”

She brought her second had up to Halla’s cheek. “You have shown me a warmth in Skyrim I had not known before. Thank you.

“There is one last thing though, if you do not mind?” And Syl, without really waiting for an answer, immediately leaned down to Halla’s neck and whispered, “Sunnabe an glathes tye ava.” She gazed with her emerald irises, speckled with gold, for a moment into Halla’s own lavender fields. “A blessing my mother used to say to my siblings and I.”

#dcvahrend #with feathers #to scribe: syl #scroll: one year older #{ if the link trick don't work no mo:#blessed be the sunsets upon you }#on the tongue: bosmeris

maslaner

#in the reflection: tor (human)#to explore: ice and fire #to explore: middle earth #to explore: modern?

@fatereleased :: ILYVI :: “what dangers lurk”

“Slaughterfish, for certain,” Ilyvi replied, not even looking up as she shucked the chitin off the crab in her hand with a dagger. “Maybe a dreugh if you’re unlucky. Otherwise hypothermia for the most part.”

Tor-Acr grinned knowingly, as his scales shone in the sunlight after his swim. “It’s not sso bad, with a flame nearby and in the afternoon.” He gave a nod toward the woman’s fire in a questioning manner. “Mind if I join you for a sspell?”

#fatereleased #{ there were a couple things I could've replied to you from }#{ I chose this one }#{ sorry it took so long }#with feathers #to scribe: tor #scroll: what dangers lurk

Cyclamen, Jasmine, Kennedia, Purple Violet for Tor

Cyclamen :: Who is someone your character has had to say good-bye to?

Tor-Acr has had to say good-bye to quite a few people, especially earlier in his life. The first major death experience he had was discovering that his village had been raided by Naga and his parents killed. He’s also had to say good-bye to his mentor, Jeer-Kro-Ma, and friends that he left in Balmora after being chased out of Morrowind by the Morag Tong.

Jasmine :: What’s one thing your character wants?

Tor has a lot on his mind right now, trying to gather some willing people to join him on an excursion to disrupt a crime/skooma ring. This being the case, however, he does often think of his future. He still wants the ability to see Hammerfell and Valenwood and Elsweyr. He wants to return to Black Marsh one day, and to hopefully find a loving mate.

Kennedia :: One thing your character admires in someone.

Tor-Acr admires many things in many people, but it only asked for one, so: a healthy and wide sense of humor.

Purple Violet :: Are there any topics your character dodges?

Coming from Black Marsh, and later while passing through Morrowind, many of the folk he grew up around didn’t particularly enjoy the Empire. This translates to how he feels about them today. And while he empathizes with the feelings of the Stormcloaks, he’s also seen their cruelty in certain parts throughout the Holds. He tends to avoid the Civil War discussion altogether if possible. He may even get heated if pressed on the matter--something that may result in a transformation later that night.

#dcvahrend #asked of us #to grow: tor #{ this took me FOREVER im sorry }

meta: does Syldra have any rituals she does before and/or after a hunt?

Before the Hunt:

Syldra packs her bag: food, 2 waterskins, a coat, leather patches for repairs, some bandages, rope, wooden calls for specific game, and a couple other odds and ends. Syldra checks the bag. Syldra ensures she has paralyze and calm arrows prepared, along with standard arrows. She also brings her longsword and dagger, clasping both to her left hip. She checks the bag again. She offers a brief prayer to Y’ffre. Remembers something she forgot. Checks the bag. Sets off.

After the Hunt:

Syldra slays the beast while praying, more fervently, to Y’ffre. Syldra thanks Y’ffre. She guts the unsavory bits, stores the good bits, and fashions a simple sled for the main weight of the carcass (if large enough to require such). Brings it home, prepares meat and skins for use and sale to nearby butcheries, inns, or other vendors. Goes to sleep.

#out of feathers #to grow: syl #asked of us #dcvahrend #{ I liked this one too! }#{ this was fun to think about }#{ she's also a bit forgetful I guess? that's new to me }

leneemusing

⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔

“ you mock my pain! ” “ life is pain. ” “ he’s only mostly dead. ” “ i’m on the brute squad. ” “ you are the brute squad. ” “ prepare to die. ” “ we’ll never survive. ” “ nonsense. you’re only saying that because no one ever has. ” “ who are you? ” “ get used to disappointment. ” “ you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means. ” “ i’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon. ” “ that may be the first time in my life a man dared insult me. ” “ drop. your. sword. ” “ shut up!! ” “ you’ve made your decision then? ” “ i bet my life on it! ” “ truly, you have dizzying intellect. ” “ you’re just stalling now. ” “ you guessed wrong. ” “ enough of that. ” “ surrender. ” “ you mean you wish to surrender to me? very well, i accept. ” “ i hate waiting. ” “ morons. ” “ you are wonderful. ” “ you seem a decent fellow, i hate to kill you. ” “ why are you smiling? ” “ because i know something you don’t know. ” “ goodnight. good work. i’ll most likely kill you in the morning. ” “ oh, there’s something i ought to tell you. ” “ think it’ll work? ” “ it would take miracle. ” “ hear this now — i will always come for you. ” “ this is true love, you think this happens every day? ” “ death cannot stop true love. ” “ i died that day. ” “ we may as well die here. ” “ he’s dead. he can’t talk. ” “ as you wish. ” “ why didn’t you wait for me? ” “ you can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces. ” “ you killed my love. ” “ it’s possible. i kill a lot of people. ” “ yes, you’re very smart. shut up. ” “ you’ve been mostly-dead all day. ” “ inconceivable!! ” “ let me explain. ” “ your vote of confidence is overwhelming. ” “ what hideous sin have you committed lately? ” “ will you ever forgive me? ” “ there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours. ”

#to ask of us

meta: does Tor think being a Werecrocodile is a blessing or a curse? and why?

He definitely considers it a blessing rather than a curse. A lot of his more pleasant thoughts and actions are clouded by this darker belief that what he’s doing when transformed as a werecrocodile is being something similar to an avatar of nature, taking back some from the humanoids that continually take from it. This mindset is an extension of some of the things he experienced as a young child still in Black Marsh. He started seeking Hircine’s power when he realized he didn’t have the physical prowess or skill yet to fight the clan of Naga that had destroyed his village and life. When he reached out to Hircine, it was to overcome the power gap between he and his enemies. This is also part of the reason he originally set off from Black Marsh in search of more martial skill, and continues to hold onto some of this desire today.

Tor-Acr now sees himself as a natural predator of humanoids, though he does tend to release the beast within when it wouldn’t cause a serious moral dilemma when he re-emerges from the state. He uses the blessing of Hircine often when adventuring in deep woods or underground caves and lairs – places where only lunatics or criminals would hide, or so he tells himself.

#out of shells #asked of us #to grow: tor #dcvarend #{ thank you! }#{ wanted to add a bit of darkness to Tor that I can explore }#{ usually Tor is so happy #but this needs to be talked about }#{ like maybe you shouldn't just eat people YOU think are evil or worthless }

@prphyrik :: VICENTE :: “noble and suicidal”

THE OFFER HANGS STILL IN THE AIR. from beneath his hood, pulled low, the glints of upward canted eyes seem the reflect the light with a vicious strength; even in a brightly-lit room such as this, the hunch of his figure shades much of the face from the rest of the inn’s view — for a moment, the pinpricks of light in his gaze narrow, long fingertips drumming a simple pattern into the rim of the goblet they rest spiderlike against, shaking the dark liquid within in a way that’s too viscous to be merely wine. i’m busy, he’s poised to say. i have my own tasks. i haven’t been to high rock in over five hundred years and i’m not about to return now. he says none of this. vicente lets out a soft noise, a breath turned snort, and inclines his head to the determined stranger, hood falling back enough to only ring the outside of his features in shadow. it’s a serious matter, at least. “ i don’t take jobs like that anymore, ” he says instead, a decrescendo in his characteristic lilt. “ i’m afraid i don’t care if this is some vigilante quest of yours or an ill-begotten revenge fantasy. you would have to offer more than i think you’d be willing to give to get me on board, ” vicente points out, “ and if you give that spiel to anyone else, i would daresay the same would apply to them. there is a difference, you know, between noble and suicidal. ” he lifts the goblet to his mouth, words spilling into its lip on copper-scented breath. “ and i don’t consider myself either of the two. “ but i will give you advice, ” he continues, chasing the last droplets of a brief sip with a flick of the tongue; “ i’ve been for hire for a very, very long time. if you haven’t found much success … it’s your luck i didn’t think you were lying. you could stand to work on your pitch. ”

Tor-Acr eyed the shaded man before him, one horned brow raised, and the other hanging low in a dubious manner. The Argonian’s eyes narrowed, hoping to glean more from watching the man’s actions. Tor’s eyes were better than most, but still seemed to struggle to find purchase on something beneath the dark hood. Tasting the air for anything his beast-blood could sense, there was a distinct lack of taste to the air around the man besides a familiar, light, coppery tang that seemed to come and go in subtle waves as the man spoke. The crocodile within him churned in his gut, hungry. Not now.

Midnight blue scales shifted as he gauged his response carefully. The air around this man seemed dangerous, and the saxhleel anticipated that he had slipped himself into deeper water than he was familiar. The man was also clearly perceptive, and with that, Tor decided on honesty.

Giving a brief scratch to his chin-spines, he made a bold decision, and sat across from the man. He let out a heavy sigh, and started, “Ahh, yess. Apologies for the crude delivery. I haven’t had much time to sort the entire thing out, anyway. And you are correct, on multiple counts, with your judgement,” he conceded. “I don’t have much to offer. I don’t know how this will even work out the way it lay in my head. However, I do know the difference between noble and ssuicidal. I also know the two are not unfamiliar bedfellows.”

“Truth be told, I did not approach you because I thought you were noble, or suicidal. I did not even approach you because I thought someone like you might enjoy this job. I came here today because someone knows of your reputation, and were slack-tongued enough to ssell your potential location to me.” Tor-Acr let his teal eyes wander across the goblet gripped by spindly hands. “I have a sense for blood, and it tells me that on this journey, there will be death. I need others acquainted with it if I am to be successful.”

Bowing his head, soft-scaled hands brushed back the crest of silvery-white feathers there and he let the silence hang in the air for a moment. “If you won’t take the job, all’s well. I will find others. But I’ve been told I’ll be hard-pressed to find better.”

#prphyrik #with feathers #to scribe: tor #scroll: noble and suicidal #{ it took me a long time to figure out what Tor was going to say to this #{ but once I got started wow #{ loooooong

archaeologian-blog

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

#{ one or two of these while i finish replies from a couple of weeks ago }#{ ill be active during lunch today }#out of feathers #to ask of us

mikmak-danish-berserker-blog

#where the tracks lead: tor #beneath the surface #hircine's gift

foulserpent

considering its canon that argonians pretty much counter invaded the daedric invasion, i have a headcanon that they even managed to capture certain gates and set up semi-permanent camps in the deadlands, with insights gained part of the reason for their overwhelming success against the oblivion crisis

concept sketch of the borders of an an-xileel camp in the deadlands, which has been flooded with marsh water and guarded against any potential daedric counter attack by argonians ready to pull them into the water like crocodiles.

#out of feathers #not my hands #{ oblivion!tor would definitely be invading the deadlands with the an-xileel }#{ and he actually IS a werecroc so he'd fit right at home in this camp }#{ this art is amazing }

{ I have a D&D muse that is chomping at the bit and I’m v upset at her right now. How dare she, when I’m not even caught up on this blog. Harrumph. }

#out of feathers #to burn

dcvahrend :: HALLA :: “a cursory glance”

A sound of EXCITEMENT left Halla as she witnessed the arrow CONNECT with the wing, inciting what she assumed was a magicka EXPLOSION. For a moment she was HOPING it would be enough to LAND the creature, however it seemed to only FUEL it’s fury. A fury was currently being DIRECTED at the huntress.

QUICKLY, Halla readied another icy spear and aimed while PRAYING to every known and unknown god it would HIT. Letting the projectile go, the dragonborn waited with BATED breath and WIDE eyes. It was like everything surrounding her began moving in SLOW MOTION. The ice lance sailed through the air and EMBEDDED itself into the tough hide of wing joint. A roar of AGONY came from the dragon as it crashed into the ground SHAKING the earth beneath their feet.

Stumbling, Halla CLENCHED her teeth and FOUGHT to keep her footing. Her ASSAULT on her mighty foe was far from over.

“ FUS RO DAH !! ” The shout at been nearly DEAFENING and caused a POWERFULf orce to erupt from her voice rushing towards the dragon. No matter how strong her thu’um to be,KNOCKING BACK a dragon wasn’t possible, only able to off set it SLIGHTLY. The main reason for the shout was to keep all FOCUS on her while the others remained relatively SAFE. The winged beast’s reptilian eyes were now FIXATED on her. The spellsword could tell from the LOOK it was giving her it RECOGNIZED who she was. A corner of her mouth LIFTED into a smirk. That’s right, Halla thought, I’m the dragonborn.

Everything was slow: the dragon diving directly toward her, the shard of frost magick flung from Halla’s focused hands, the gargantuan beast tumbling from the heavens, and her heartbeat after that sound.

What the fuck was that? Syldra’s eyes widened as the realization dawned on her that Halla had been the source of the thunderous words. It wasn’t a language Syl knew, but whatever her new acquaintance had said, it had power. Then, something happened that was rare and foreign to Syldra: she found herself impressed.

She grunted, and emerged from between the homes, trying to flank the beast as it righted itself from the echoing blast of sheer force. Instinct kicked in, and her whole upper body went through the motions of letting loose as many arrows as she could. The scales were tough to penetrate with regular arrows, but occasionally a steel head slipped between plates.

Syldra had only a few enchanted arrows remaining, but this encounter definitely called for all she had. Loosing one, two, and three arrows, they impacted the dragon’s left leg in quick succession, each arcing into a dazzling display of shock magick. She thought that this would draw the dragon’s ire, but it’s terrible gaze remained fixed on the woman before it. “I hope you have more of that up your sleeve, friend!”

#dcvahrend #with feathers #to scribe: syl #scroll: a cursory glance

Peyton Gastel // Model Faceclaim for Syldra Edána Neht’a Braigh

#in the reflection: syl

animal familiar quiz

SYLDRA: Tiger

The Tiger, though very, very powerful, is a dangerous, mysterious, and unpredictable familiar. They are often the companion of one who has strong feelings of vengeance or hate to another person. However, you are most likely very independent and sure of who you are, and strive to be yourself and not conform to others. You are pushed through even the toughest of situations through willpower and wise decisions, if you are able to keep your feelings of anger in check. A Tiger familiar is a very strong, vicious partner in battle, helps their master through mental stress, and gives them the will to continue on.

This familiar represents:

Shadows

Willpower

Anger

Unpredictability

Mystery

Wisdom

tagged by : @dcvahrend tagging : Okay but for real, do this. It’s CRAZY.

#out of feathers #to grow: syl #{ this quiz looks into your muse's soul }#{ seriously tho }#{ spot. fucking. on. }#familiar

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