"The best swordsman in all Morrowind is at your service! .... For the right price." Indie Roleplay account for Teldryn Sero of Elder Scrolls V: Dragonborn. Written by Hollow. Follows from whimsygardens. Tracked tag: morrowsword.
I’m probably not going to come back to tumblr, but I tell you what: I miss y'all. If any of you want to reconnect, hmu.
My Discord handle is Jack of Babes#1394. I basically live there now lmao.
Those of you who tried to reach out to me via tumblr, I’m sorry I never responded. I deleted the app from my phone after about a week, so I never got your messages. This account has sat untouched ever since.
I’m probably not going to come back to tumblr, but I tell you what: I miss y'all. If any of you want to reconnect, hmu.
My Discord handle is Jack of Babes#1394. I basically live there now lmao.
Those of you who tried to reach out to me via tumblr, I’m sorry I never responded. I deleted the app from my phone after about a week, so I never got your messages. This account has sat untouched ever since.
If you send me a friend request on Discord, please let me know who you are here first!
I’m not going to accept random friend requests from people I don’t know/ have not spoken to before, and if I don’t recognize your name on Discord, I’m going to ignore your friend request. Thanks!
I was toying with the idea of eventually returning, but now that staff has deleted *all* of my rp posts containing blood trigger warnings (but not like… three of the picture posts I reblogged. Nice one, @staff. I guess in getting rid of all things sex, that includes writing anything violent!!! But gory pics are a-okay!!!) I really have no reason to come back. They have effectively destroyed my blog, despite the fact that I never posted nudity or sexual content. So this is goodbye, Tumblr.
If you want to stay in touch, you can find me on Discord.
Hi, everyone. You all probably saw this coming miles away, but as of this moment, I don’t have the time or the muse to be here. I do plan on returning at some point in the future, but for now, I have to step away. There’s just too much going on in my life now and it consumes not only my time, but my mind as well.
That being said, I am doing really well and everything is fine! So don’t worry about me. It’s just that between work, two D&D campaigns, and my book, I don’t have enough room to commit to tumblr roleplay. I am available to mutuals on Discord, though! So if you don’t have my Discord handle, you’re welcome to ask for it. I am happy to write with you there, I just will probably be pretty slow.
I love you guys, and I hope to one day be back. Maybe when they release that rumored Fable game? Elder Scrolls VI? We’ll see. I hope to talk to you guys soon. Love you lots!
“I’ve got the coin, you will be well paid I can guarantee you that. It will be good to have some help in this, who knows what I’ll manage to get myself into on this island.”
He walks back to Raven Rock with the man, shivering a bit from the cold of just wearing his trousers out here, catching up to the Dark Elf who walks ahead of him, Turning his attention to the question that he asks. Thinking of what he knows about this Miraak.
“When I was in that trance thing, building that monument around the ancient stone. I could hear a Nord voice ordering me what to do, to build this monument for Miraak. Also, it coincides with what I know of this Miraak. See when I was in Skyrim, I was attacked by two Dark Elves in Strange Masks, they claimed I was a false Dragonborn and Miraak is the true one. Either he is lying or there are two Dragonborns at the same time. Whatever he is, Miraak is interfering with me stopping the Dragons.
He approaches the Inn and gives a sigh of relief as he can get on some clothes and pay the man so they can find some information as to where they can find this Miraak and stop whatever it is he is doing.
Even as the Breton spoke, a chill ran up Teldryn’s spine. The words he heard chanted so often seemed to whisper in his ears: “Our eyes once were blinded. Now through him do we see. Our hands once were idle. Now through them does he speak.”
“If he really is Dragonborn, what’s he doing all the way out here, building shrines to himself?” He didn’t think being the Dragonborn granted mind controlling abilities, but he wasn’t well-versed enough in the subject to voice that particular concern. Dovahkiin or not, this Miraak was powerful. Going up against him was bound to be one hell of an adventure.
Pushing the door of the Retching Netch open, he made his way to the counter. “I’ll be here, having a drink,” he called back to his future patron. “Come find me when you’re ready to talk.”
“Getting an early start, eh, Teldryn?” Geldis asked, quirking a brow.
“If you knew what I was about to get myself into, you wouldn’t be so judgemental,” he replied in hushed tones. Wordlessly, the inn keeper passed a bottle of sujamma over.
↼♕⇀ At his first bit of words, Vasara nodded her head a little and was getting ready to walk away. She certainly wasn’t expecting much else from him nor did she think that she deserved more than that. So when he spoke again, she looked back over at him. It took her a moment to answer, not entirely sure she wanted to lay out what she was up to.
“The shrine?” Vasara echoed. She eventually nodded her head. “It would. Why?” Now she was curious, wanting to know why he was asking such a question. Eventually she noticed how he squirmed in his seat but she kept her comments to herself for the time being.
“It’s nothing, really, it’s just... I don’t like the look of it. There’s something very wrong with that thing. And if the two are connected, well... Just be careful. Nothing good comes from these types of things.”
He leaned back in his chair and lay his ankle on his knee, letting the tension in his body ease. “And, because I can’t resist mentioning it, if you’re in need of some extra muscle, you know where to find me. For the right price, I’m all yours.” He flashed her a toothy grin. “Think about it. I’ll be here.”
Erik’s teeth dug into the leather of his gag as he glared daggers at the laughing Altmer, his shaking, non-broken hand curling into a fist. If he’s had just a bit of alcohol in him and no gag on his mouth, he’d have turned their laughters into screams of pain as they would burn those fucking-
“Lady Elenwen,” the interrogator announced, pride evident in the grandness of his intonation. “You once told me that you would like nothing more than to see the Dragonborn suffer. Well, my research--” Teldryn gave a snort at that, but it went ignored. “--has shown that nothing causes him more distress… than this.”
He heard the whip crack against his upper back before he ever registered the pain of it. The force of the first blow knocked the air from his lungs and it wasn’t until the third or fourth that his strangled gasps for air were replaced by cries of agony. He saw stars and spots, tasted copper, and felt the warmth of his blood as it poured down his back and began to collect at his knees. It wasn’t long before he could no longer discern one strike from another; it was all just an all-consuming, burning fire.
Azura save him! He didn’t know how long he could last! How many had blows had he taken so far? He hadn’t bothered to count. Too many, of that he was certain. It felt like he couldn’t get enough air, like he hadn’t any shoulders left, though somehow, without fail, the whip managed to find new ways to tear him open.
It felt as though he’d spent an eternity in that hell before the assault came to a close and his body was allowed to sag against the post, spent beyond belief. Laughter echoed in his skull, though whether it was real or imagined, he neither knew nor cared to know. The reprieve would last only a moment, though, before he felt fingers grasping a fistful of hair to force his head as far back as the belt around his neck would allow. The eyes of the mer responsible met his gaze, twinkling with mirth, face speckled with red.
“Aww, where’d all that fire go, hm? You had so much of it earlier, too!”
Teldryn attempted to say something smart in reply, but all that came from his mouth was a small, pathetic whimper. That definitely earned a few laughs from their audience, and it only made Calhtus’s grin double in size.
“Don’t worry, my friend, I have just the thing!”
A hand was then pressed into his tortured back and dragged swiftly this way and that across the angry wound. Something scraped like sand and burned like fire, filling every bloody cavity left in the whip’s wake. A piercing, broken scream was torn from Teldryn’s throat, his eyes rolling backwards in his skull as his back arched and twisted in a futile effort to escape. Fire-- he was on fire--! He was going to die! He wanted to die! Please, sweet, merciful Daedra, take him!
“Fire salts!” Calhtus shouted above the noise. “Do you get it?!”
If Elenwen found this at all funny, she did not let it show. “Yes. How very clever.”
“You could say I poured salt on an open wound---”
“Calhtus, are you going to stop this before or after he’s dead?”
There was the brief sensation of falling, followed by a shocking flash of cold as Tel was released from his bonds and pushed backwards into the snow. His flesh hissed and popped as steam rose from his rapidly cooling back, but the relief was almost instant. Ragged cries turned to uneven breaths as he lie there listlessly, stuttering and suffering, his blood staining the blanket of white.
“Are you… not pleased, my lady?” Calhtus’s words were marred by a nervous hitch as he cinched the pouch of salts closed and hung it on his belt.
“It was…” She raised herself from her spot seated upon the edge of one of the flowerbeds as she mulled over her next words. “...stimulating. And your dedication to your work is admirable… But I fear that you enjoy this type of work far too much. This is not a game, Calhtus. This is a job requiring restraint, and judging by this performance, I can see that you have very little. He will need at least a week to recover from this.” Her hands moved to clasp behind her back as she looked down her nose at him. “I know you are new to this, but… try not to be overeager.”
“As you command....”
She gave a nod and, sparing only the briefest of glances in Erik’s direction, took her leave. Many of the Thalmor agents followed, save for the few meant to guard the yard. Calhtus watched them go before snapping his fingers at his assistant once more. “Alya. Potion. Quickly.”
She wasted no time in producing a bottle from the sack as he swiftly undid the clasps that held the belts in place, and then together, they raised the beaten elf and brought the minor health potion to cracked lips. Teldryn groaned and his eyelids fluttered briefly, but otherwise did not protest as the concoction slid down his throat.
“Alright. That should be enough to keep him alive. Let’s get him back inside.” Calthus and Alya hoisted the swordsman upwards, but he sagged in their grasp, too weak to even lift his head, let alone walk. The interrogator frowned, then nodded at the soldiers that held Erik fast. “You two, bring the Dragonborn, if you please. It’s painfully clear that we’re going to have to drag this blood bag back to the dungeons and I could use the extra pair of hands.”
" Oh , Gods - You're bleeding . You're bleeding a lot . " @stormclk ( hope this is okay !! )
Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters || Accepting!
The dark elf stumbled and fell to one knee, breath harsh and ragged beneath his blood-stained scarf. ‘A lot’ was an understatement. There was blood everywhere, much of it his. Pissing off the Thalmor was bad for one’s health, it seemed.
He coughed, wincing. Pain lanced through him, but mostly all he felt was was cold. Not a good sign. Shit...
“You should see the other guy,” he tried to say, but it came out a slurred, jumbled mess of noise, ending in what was probably the only understandable word: “Fuck.”
His vision was so blurred that when he looked up, he couldn’t tell who he was looking at. A Nord, he guessed, decked in furs. There were others behind them, but they were little more than blobs of blue and gray. He tried to focus, but his head felt too empty, and instead he fell silently into the snow.
“I don’t need to imagine it. Thanks to developments we’ve made in the ruins the dwemer automatons have begun to repair the city underground to what it would have looked like back then because that’s what they know. It’s beautiful as well.”
As she walked and talked, her green eyes lit up, excited to have someone to talk to about her work and interest, hoping he had an interest in the dwemer too.
“It’s just up here. We need to go through the keep to get there though. Watch out for the silver bloods. I’ll warn you they can be vile. I don’t want to get in trouble again for punching one of them.”
“Oh, I’d love to see that,” he said with an unreserved gasp of enthusiasm. It wasn’t every day one got to see a Dwemer City in its full glory. He would have to make the most of his time in Markarth and take a proper tour of the place later. “Do you do a lot of work down there? It sounds like you’re close to the project.”
Taking mental note of her warning while also wondering just what a silver blood was, he followed closely behind her. Even inside the keep, the Dwarven architecture was gorgeous. A breathless, “wow,” escaped him as he ran his fingers along the intricate grooves carved into the stone walls.
She chuckled. The excitement in his voice was obvious, though to her, dragons were mostly a nuisance. Hopefully she would get an interesting word of power out of it.
“That’s usually the case, plus a little reward from the local Jarl when we’re finished.”
He slapped his gloved hands together. “Yes! That’s what I’m talking about! Let’s go kill us a dragon!”
He had, admittedly, never faced one of the beasts before, but he was confident in both his own abilities and that of the dragonborn beside him. He saw no reason why they would not be successful, and should they somehow fail, well.... What a great way to go, right? How many people could say they died trying to slay a dragon?
“I’d agree with that.” She was on good terms with a few of the merchants, but they were really the only people worth being on good terms with. She was a nord, so generally people left her alone, but it left such a bad taste in her mouth to see people living in poverty because they aren’t like her.
“Anyway, that’s usually where I operate. We may come back here a few times, but mostly we’ll stick to the mainland.”
“That’s more than fine. I’ve spent enough time on Solstheim to last a lifetime. I’d welcome the change in scenery, see some color for once, breathe some fresh air.... Get the taste of ash out of my mouth...”
While Skyrim was no substitute for Morrowind, it was definitely a step up from Raven Rock. Maybe even two steps up. It had a lot going for it, even with the Thalmor crawling all over the place.
I have figured out a way to Jerry-rig my computer so that it charges and have a new battery installed so it’ll actually hold a charge for longer than three seconds. It still needs to be fixed, but I’m going to hold off on that because my dad is generous enough to buy me a shiny new gaming rig for my birthday at the end of the month.
Basically, I’m back, but I’ll be slow(er than usual). Gonna try to get my replies out today! And then I’ll probably be back again on Monday. Safe to say that I’ll only be on during my days off until I get that new pc!
mmk i’ve got v few followers but i’m hoping this helps at least one person so here I go.
Apple is coming out with something called ““Apple screentime” which will basically allow your parents to see what apps you use when and set restrictions and shit for when you can use what apps. If you are in a situation where you have apps or social media’s or really anything you don’t/can’t have your parents know about DELETE THAT SHIT before September 1st when this comes out. This works through the ““family sharing” shit on your iCloud account so if you can either leave your “family” or use a different Apple ID or something.
If you can’t do that, I personally access Tumblr and discord and YouTube and everything else through my laptop and the Pinterest web browser (yes that’s a thing) so if that’s an option for any of you out there join me.
This may sound hella dumb to some people but like my parents would LOSE THEIR SHIT and ground me if they knew I had tumblr or really anything and that’s the only thing keeping me alive tbh so just be safe out there kiddos.
The same for me.. I’m going to have to delete the mobile app and just use my computer because I don’t trust them to not limit me using Pinterest to get on here
I decided to find out more, and it is possible to hide apps from Family Sharing without deleting them! Apple themselves said how to do it, here you go:
https://support.apple.com/en-us/HT201322
You can hide and redownload apps on your iOS device. You can also hide and unhide apps in the App Store on your Mac.
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