#athis

[mai-col]

More stuff with these idiots (a continuation of this post).

(also, I MIGHT have disregarded their canonical weapons. But let's face it, I also disregarded a lot of other canonical details, soooo...)

[snowy-weather]

The series of beach-themed chibi drawings I've made. Also they're basically a modern AU.

Ralis and Mirni - Torvar, Athis and Estlin - Sillas - Dar'vi and Ferevyn - Dandrii and Naro - Varonys and Alya - and finally... Garan Marethi, who's probably wondering why he's even here. XD

[mujinzzzzz]

i have over 2,000 hours in skyrim and im just now learning you can tell all of the companions about skjor's death ??? have you always been able to ??? this is sad hello ??

[thana-topsy]

NPC Sketch requests from discord!

Aicantar, Talvas, Isran, Savos, and…. A far too sexy Athis.

[skyrimtournaments]

Best Companions NPC Tournament: Round 1

Athis vs Tilma the Haggard

Athis

Tilma the Haggard

Voting ended onJan 24

Athis is the only Mer in the Companions, being a Dunmer. He's part of the guaranteed scene that plays out when you enter Jorrvaskr for the first time, where he fights Njada Stonearm and loses. Tilma is a servant in Jorrvaskr, tending to the Companions and the building. Likely an oversight, she never sleeps.

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Who gives you the best backrub?

Farkas

Vilkas

Aela

Kodlack

Skjor

Athis

Njada

Ria

Torvar

Voting ended onApr 18, 2024

[mareenavee]

The Beginning of the End

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82870561

Athis said nothing, letting Farkas ‘sing’ into the dimness while he grit his teeth. Home was just around the corner. The three of them continued on, Aela sighing audibly every time Farkas’s voice cracked when he tried to sing the ancient Nord version of the bard-song. Blessedly, after another mile, Farkas cleared his throat, complained of its soreness, and shut up.

That left just the sounds of the night. Until, of course, those very same sounds of night were broken by a piercing screech the likes of which Athis hadn’t heard around Whiterun in time out of mind.

Notes:

For I_was_here_once.

This is nearly a year late, but happy birthday, @archangelsunited I put him back. (:

The fact that the Moons were out and the auras were shining across the cold Skyrim skies should have put Athis more at ease, but everything seemed somehow off as he and the rest of his party trudged along the cobbled path back to Whiterun. There was an anxiety he couldn’t quite place, and his temper was rising with every crunch of gravel under his muddy boots. Peace and quiet, for one, could have been achieved as they walked—if it weren’t for the ancient off-key drinking song that was winding its discordant way into Athis’s ears for about the billionth time since Farkas had “taught” it to an Orcish bard during one ill-advised stay in the swamps of Morthal on a longer job last Rain’s Hand. It had been miserable to endure then, and hearing the song now was near-equally annoying. It seemed no amount of practice could straighten out the deep bass notes of his friend’s voice into something sonorous.

“But a day shall arise when the dark dragon's lies

Will be silenced forever and then—!

Fair Skyrim will be free from foul Alduin's maw,

Dragonborn be the savior of men!”

He glowered back at Farkas—fresh bear pelts were folded over the towering Nord’s shoulders and he walked on as if he didn’t have a single care in the world—and frowned. Aela caught Athis’s eye and shook her head in mutual dismay. They all had done their job as well as expected, and with a decent amount of haste—but stopping to have, as Farkas had called his antics and drinking, ‘an early dinner,’ had put them far behind their expected return schedule. Vilkas and Kodlak would have words for them, and to be honest, Athis didn’t want to hear any of it. He just wanted to get home, wash up, and get to bed.

As of late, he’d been taking on more work than was strictly necessary. There was an itch in his bones to be out under the skies when he was at home in Jorrvaskr, and then an itch to get back there as quickly as possible once he was already out and about. Aela had warned him to rest, but resting seemed more and more impossible. His life felt like something he’d been doing by rote; it’d been as if he was barely awake as he moved through his routine. It wasn’t that he didn’t have it good—he was the only Dunmer fortunate enough to get a spot in the Companions’ ranks, after all—but somehow, the days were beginning to blur together despite all he’d achieved. There was, unfortunately, a sense that reaching farther was not for him. The Circle was full, and recruitment—and thus the opportunity to become a mentor—was at a standstill because of lack of space and work, and well…. Despite everything, Athis did sometimes feel like he didn’t quite belong—and probably never would.

Not that he had made even a semblance of a plan to go anywhere else. Maybe that was part of the issue.-> Read the rest on AO3!

[mykee3d]