#clerissa

[jhara-ivez]

My part of the art trade with @annoyed-galaxy Very late, for which I am eternally sorry, but... here we go. Clerissa. First time I’ve drawn her so there are probably some mistakes, but I hope you like it nonetheless. I tried to combine what I saw in different screenshots and drawn pictures :D

[annoyed-galaxy]

So I was playing around in Picrew and made my oblivion OC, Elyirwe, and Clerissa.

So we got Elyirwe here and there was no pink option for hair so it's white since her hair was naturally white.

Then there's Clerissa, a happy drunk.

Two elven dipshits with dumb boyfriends and a drinking issue. Both battlemages, one less serious than the other.

Here's the picrew

Fantasy girl｜Picrew

my first maker if you like the art, you can find me here https://twitter.com/spotchy_pooch

[daedric-prince-of-pasta]

Imagine if all the Prophets could sense one another despite being in different realities and they all just subconsciously hold a meeting in the Strange Place and talk about how their lives are going

I feel like the first meeting would be like an AA meeting; introduce yourself and whatnot. Vent about your problems, group therapy and shenanigans.

Fahlkun's intro would be, 'Hi, I'm Fahlkun and does anyone here have their shit together and some wine? I could do with both right now.’

But just imagine aftwards, if one prophet stumbles across another by accident in the Strange Place and it’s like:

Gotta put all those emotions somewhere lol

sorry I had to sketch clerissia out at some point

[annoyed-galaxy]

“I woke up alone and somewhere strange. Almost like the Akropolis that I was used to, but there was no water around my floating islands. There was nothing. These islands were much larger and there were people here. I talked to them and they said I was in the Realm of Lorkhan. I had no clue what that was considering I was in the Star City just a few hours ago. Was I dreaming?

I pinched myself but didn’t wake up.

Where was Jespar? I went into the large building and realized that I did not have my clothes on. I was running around this place in my undergarments. So I quickly equipped some armor I found before my embarrassment could be played out further.

I was hungry and thirsty. Luckily one of the people here (a cat person) gave me something to eat and drink. It all seemed so real yet unreal at the same time. One of them explained to me that all I had to do was touch one of the crystals.”

Successfully modded Skyrim! But what do I do? Yes. I made Clerissa in Skyrim. Clerissa Dal’Varek (as she is now going by because of course she took up Jes’ last name) wakes up in a strange new realm. Little does she know that she is far from the safety of Star City and is about to go into a new world where the Cleansing doesn’t even exist. All alone and no clue about anything about her, Clerissa is about to go on an adventure that is less heartbreaking than what she endeared in Enderal.

She just wishes Jes was with her. Maybe once she manages to get back to the Star City, she can tell him all about it. And feel sad that no one exists on Vyn anymore.

Here are the same pictures without the shader I’m using. Yes the shader is extremely vibrant as you can tell, but I’d prefer a colorful Skyrim to a dull one.

Wanna tag along with Clerissa’s new adventure since I highkey miss her but don’t want to try and remake her and go through all that heartbreak in Enderal? Then feel free to join! It’s gonna be a trip!

What should I title the series?

Lost Prophetess?

Clerissa in Skyrim?

Other Ideas?

[annoyed-galaxy]

for the OTP meme - Clerissa and Jespar, 3, 4, 17 - shower me with info, if you please~

Ask and ye shall receive my dear friend

3. Who has trouble sleeping alone?

Clerissa without a doubt. Too many nightmares for her liking. She has to sleep with something whether it be a doll, an animal, or a white haired mercenary, she needs something to cuddle with just to feel protected.

4. Who swears more?

I think it's pretty equal. They swear about the same amount except for when Clerissa gets angry. The only thing she says is 50% cuss words. She has definitely the entire *cough* fuck you *cough* to Tealor on several occasions.

17. Who fusses over takes care of the other when they get sick.

Again, it's pretty even. Jespar would be more worried, though, whenever Clerissa gets ill. Jespar makes sure she's okay and gives her tea and good food. He keeps the wine away from her though because as he's told her on several occasions "wine does not heal you". She knows he's right, but it still annoys her.

[annoyed-galaxy]

“It was a long day. So long that I went back to the inn, bought a shit ton of wine, drank most of it, and found a lute and played a few songs. I actually wasn’t terrible despite being drunk. My skills have not deteriorated.

So allow me to tell you, my trusty little journal, about today.

After resting, I went with Erandur, the Priest of Mara who asked for my help, to Nightcaller Temple. He explained to me that we had to destroy an ancient artifact within the temple to get rid of the nightmares plaguing the people of Dawnstar. Sounded easy enough except, of course, there was a barrier blocking our way. Erandur explained there was a way past it but he needed to go to the library to see if the book was still there.

I was confused, wondering how he knew so much and then he admitted that he was once a cultist in this temple. A follower of this Vaermina. I became distrustful of him because I really don’t like being lied to.

We went to the library and he explained that we could get past the barrier by drinking a specific potion and entering something called the Dreamstride.

But of course, he couldn’t take the potion since he was now a devoted priest of Mara. So of course, I have to take the damn potion.

As if I hadn’t had enough living through other people’s memories. Which is exactly what this was. I was living through another person’s eyes. My thoughts, my voice, my movements were not my own. I was moving through the temple until I was on the other side of the barrier. Then I woke up in my own body. Erandur was amazed because I disappeared when I drank the potion, then reappeared right there. I opened the barrier and then we went to the main chamber of the temple where the artifact was located.

We were attacked by two of Erandur’s old colleagues. He didn’t want to kill them but did so anyways along with my help. After that, he performed a ritual to destroy the Skull of Corruption. While I watched, I heard a voice speak in my head. It sounded like a woman who told me Erandur was going to betray me.

I’ve had enough experiences with voices telling me lies in my head that I ignored her. She wanted me to kill him and take the skull. My body urged to do it, but I resisted and the Skull was destroyed. Erandur thanked me for my help and offered to help me on my journey if I ever needed him.

So all in all, the day was very long and I was very tired. Dreamwalking and voices in my head is nothing new. But I was hoping I could get rid of it in this new world. Wonder what else will come to me.

Hopefully I do make it back home because when I do, I’ll show this, my journal, to Jes. To you. I questioned why I was writing my thoughts down when I realized I wouldn’t be able to explain all of this. And that I missed you terribly. So maybe that’s why I started writing everything down. Because I want you to know what’s happening. I hope I can make it back to Vyn. Or find a way to bring you here. At least there are people here. We wouldn’t be the only people left alive.

Is that selfish for the next civilization to come on Vyn? To leave them to their fates rather than warn them about the High Ones? It may be, but being back in action in a completely new world makes me crave for something other than waiting for the day civilization will rise again just to warn them of the High Ones and the Cleansing.

Here in Skyrim, there is no worrying about that. Despite the freezing cold and this Daedric Prince, things have been relatively calm. I wish you were here. It would be nice.”

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I didn’t get many pictures this time because I forgot to take some, but there’s a nice story and reflective thoughts from Clerissa. Only a few days in this new world and she’s already questioning whether she wants to go back to a world that’s completely dead.

[annoyed-galaxy]

For the simple angst sentence starters #13

"Don't try to fight back."

Enderal | Jespar x Clerissa

🚨Warning: Mention of blood and torture

sorry for being so late on this I'm terrible Dx

*.·:·.✧💠 ✦ 💠✧.·:·.*

She was strung up by her wrists. Her back stung, her face stung, she could feel blood dripping all over her body. Tears mixed in with the blood from her face and fell to the ground in a dirty mess. The man who stood before her smiled that terrible smile. She wanted to peel his face off with her bare hands, but she knew she was too weak to do such a thing.

“Such a pretty little thing. Shame you’re too dangerous to be let off the chain,” he growled. He flipped his knife around in his hand. It was already stained with so much of her blood. This is her punishment. This is her punishment for killing this bastard’s son who tried to lay his hands on her.

Clerissa looked up at the man, her hair an absolute mess, tangled and knotted around her face. She snarled before letting her head drop. She was too weak.

The man chuckled before snapping his fingers. “I think I can find a way to make you suffer even more, as I have suffered when you murdered my son.” Clerissa gritted her teeth as the man forcefully grabbed her face and made her look at him. “Share my pain, the loss of a loved one, you wretched bitch! Maybe this will teach you not to fucking kill your master’s son!” the man was roaring, his breath disgusting.

Clerissa tried to wrangle free from his grasp as he brought the knife to her throat.

“Don’t try to fight back.

Clerissa was trying so hard to stop this, but she knew what was going to happen.

First the knife.

Then the blood.

Then her.

Through tear stained eyes and choking on her own blood, Clerissa saw her former lover. The woman she had once pledged to that they would run away from Nehrim with their friend Sirius.

Aravel. The Qyranian woman who had fallen in love with Clerissa’s voice and soon, her. The woman who died defending Clerissa and Sirius with her powerful light magic.

Only to be reanimated as a mindless corpse.

The once beautiful woman would always approach Clerissa after the slavemaster slit her throat. And while she was bleeding, Aravel would wrap her hands around Clerissa’s throat and light magic would soar through her body. But somehow, the scars always remained. As if the man had told his zombified slave to do it.

It was the same thing over and over. This part would keep repeating. Clerissa would try to fight back, trying to break free. She would kick and scream and yell, her words falling on deaf ears while Aravel just stood there as a corpse, life no longer in her eyes.

It was a horrible trick. One that Clerissa blamed herself for.

Every time Aravel came to heal her, Clerissa would try to beg her lover to just let her bleed out. But it wasn’t Aravel. She was gone.

It felt like an eternity repeating this horrible moment before Clerissa’s screams finally broke the trance.

Clerissa woke up to someone shaking her, her face wet with tears. Her vision cleared and she saw an extremely distraught mercenary, his face paler than usual and his eyes aflame with fear. He was shouting her name, but stopped when he saw her eyes open.

“Blazes, Clerissa, are you okay?” he asked, his voice shaking. His hands were tight on her shoulders and she could feel the tremors from his body.

She sat up and he immediately grabbed her hands. “I’m...Well I’m breathing, Jes.”

Jespar looked so frightened. “You were screaming and rolling around like you were fighting something. And you kept clutching your throat.” He gently reached up and rubbed his thumb over the scar at her throat. “You scratched the piss out of it and it bled a little. I was trying to wake you up.” Clerissa put her hand where his thumb had traveled and she could feel that the scar was irritated so much that she must have clawed off a little bit.

Clerissa took a shaky breath and put her forehead against Jespar’s. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. “I had a nightmare. The worst one,” she whispered. Jespar rubbed the back of her neck as she spoke. “That damn dream back in Nehrim. Where I got all these scars. Of that fucking bastard and...and her.” Jespar didn’t need an explanation to know who “her” was.

“It’s okay, Cler. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m with you.” He kissed her forehead, then put his hands on her cheeks. He rubbed her tears away. “He’s gone. It’s gone. You’re never going back there. They’re all gone. No harm will come to you, okay? Not as long as I’m around.”

Clerissa let a small smile slip, a tiny perk in the corner of her mouth. Her ears perked up in comfort. “Thank you, Jes,” she whispered. The mercenary smiled before laying down next to her and holding her tightly against his chest. He had made sure to sit farther up on the bed so he could put his chin on her head and let her snuggle close to him.

Soon enough, the Aeterna fell asleep, her breathing steady and even. Jespar let a sad smile spread across his face. He loved her so much that it hurt him every time she had a nightmare. He could help protect her against future threats, but she would always have these scars, both mental and physical. It angered him. He hugged her tighter and fell asleep soon after.

[annoyed-galaxy]

“Well. Today I almost murdered a child. Normally I can take a few taunts and jeers every now and then, but this bratty little shit made me want to punt him through a gods-damned window and into the void. I was fine with the first few jeers he sent my way, but then he over did it and gods have mercy, I was so close to slapping him.

The kid lost his parents in the mine and, for some cold-hearted reason, really doesn’t care. The alchemist in Dawnstar took him in and he’s waiting for her to die so that he turn her shop into a museum. Little uncouth, but okay. Although, if it were me, I wouldn’t be trying to fill the museum with fake artifacts. Maybe I could tell him about the High Ones and scare the ever living shit out of him...that’s not me. I’m not that mean. Well...for that kid...I might make an exception.

After speaking to the irritable little brat, I met a very shy and quiet person who surprised me for a second when he told me his name. Jaspar Gaerston, he called himself. Said he was an aspiring writer. He was very soft-spoken and very...wordy. I guess that’s what a writer is. He seemed sweet enough. He seemed very passionate about his writing but was discouraged when some famous publisher denied one of his works, claiming it was written by a blacksmith. Yeah, a little harsh. I told him to keep following his dreams that one day, something miraculous will happen. No matter how bad life may seem, there is always a silver lining to look at.

When I told him that, I was thinking of the silver linings of my own life: losing my companion in Nehrim and being tortured as a slave, but that allowing me the strength to fight back and become who I am now; dying but coming back as Fleshless with new abilities; the world as I knew ending, but allowing me to spend eternity with the person I loved.

I would have given this young fellow those as examples, but then I think he might have thought I was crazy.

After speaking to Jaspar, I performed another song for a free room and then studied a little bit of magic. I learned a few new spells and more structures of spell. Learning magic this way is kind of fun! Definitely not convenient as it takes forever, but still fun nonetheless.

After that, I left Dawnstar on a mission that was given to me by the innkeeper. Said that one of the people in Dawnstar wanted a family member found. So I took up the offer. A few miles away and I had to set up camp for the night. Let me say this, Skyrim is just as beautiful as Enderal at night. I have always felt more at peace gazing up at the mystical lights in Enderal and it felt nice to know that Skyrim had at least something familiar for me.

I stumbled upon a little “fort” built atop a mine infested with bandits. Dealt with them like a piece of cake. Even got a new sword. It looks horrible, but the enchantment on it was like my old sword that I made in Enderal. If I end up being stuck here for too long, I’m going to have to make my own armor set again. I miss my shadow steel.

When I got to the location where the missing family member was, I rescued her from a few bandits. Her name was Tigrid and she said she stumbled on the steps on her way to sneak up on the bandits. She told me to meet her back in Dawnstar so I warmed up a little bit before heading back.

Tigrid explained to me that she was always clumsy in her life. She had unnaturally long arms and legs and was bullied often because of it. Only one person ever stood up for her and their name was Shalene. Shalene taught Tigrid how to fight by the Dawnstar lighthouse. However, one night, when Tigrid borrowed a sword from the smith, she slipped on the steps and lost the sword down at the coast. It took them a while but she managed to find the sword. However, when she went to show Shalene, Shalene was paralyzed by a door that was speaking to them. It had asked them a question to which Tigrid had accidentally said the answer to.

Shalene went in and never came back.

Tigrid told me she dedicates her life to living the life Shalene wanted her to live. She felt guilty because she was not brave enough to follow her friend through that door.

I asked Tigrid if she wouldn’t mind adventuring with me. She accepted.

We celebrated by drinking and talking the rest of the night. I even played another song or two for the inn that night. She was impressed with my skills. I was thinking of telling her about what happened to me, but decided it was best to keep a secret for now. I’ll tell her when we’ve become closer friends and when I know she won’t run away thinking I’m crazy.

I’m glad I’ve found someone in this freezing hellscape to journey with. Makes it a little less empty. But still, with Tigrid by my side, nothing will fill the hole in my heart where my husband is supposed to be.

Husband. It’s weird to think of Jes like that. When Tigrid asked my name, I had told her. And I said Clerissa Dal’Varek. It just rolled off the tongue. I had almost forgotten that Jes and I had a little wedding in Star City one day. We were bored and even though no one else would ever know it, we entertained the idea of marriage.

It’s almost strange to say my name with his last name, but right at the same time. Tigrid recognized the name was foreign and I explained to her that I wasn’t from around here. She could tell by the pointy ears and laughed.

If only that was half of it.”

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This was a lot longer than the last one for sure! Not much happened other than some storybuilding elements really and some NPC encounters. The three people mentioned here Thorolf, Jaspar Gaerston, and Tigrid are from the mod Interesting NPC’s (I’m pretty sure). There’s two other people I have met that appear from this mod (Viranya from the first chapter was one of them) and it’s actually really cool how these NPC’s have their own story. It adds a lot of story building and interactions for Cler.

I’m happy a few of you are enjoying this. Originally I just wanted to play modded Skyrim and I normally play as an Altmer but didn’t know what to do and just ended up making Clerissa so all of this kind of just happened on a whim. Kinda just making it up as I go.

Glad to see some are enjoying it!