These guys are Isayne’s older brothers: a tight-knit trio who live on a remote farm in Falkreath. From left to right, here’s Iredril, Feryn, and Faryth.
Once again, Domirine drew these guys for me <3
Also, Domi started a Patreon, and she’s rad - if you want to see neat arts, she’s one to support.
More character fluff under the cut.
Iredril is the oldest. He’s laid-back but definitely in charge, and acts as housecarl for his uncle Veren, a longtime Thane of Falkreath. He’s a pro with an axe, even if he tends to use one for mundane purposes more often than violence.
Feryn gets mistaken for being the youngest, because he seems the most sensitive. Too clever and finicky for farm life, Feryn accepted a fletching apprenticeship so he could travel to the Hold capital more often. Although he comes across as vain and pedantic, Feryn just doesn’t fit well in Skyrim, and he doesn’t know where else to go.
Faryth actually keeps the farm going. He’s an incredibly hard worker, with the bod to show for it, and would treat a partner like a queen. Except that he works year round on a farm with no ladies, and is shy enough that he’d run off to build a fence or something if an eligible female ever turned up.
The siblings were orphaned during a very harsh winter. Everyone took ill, except Veren, who was left nursing three dying nephews (and a niece), prevented from getting help by a blizzard. Eventually, Veren decided to use the same method that had once saved him - he turned the four of them into werewolves like himself.
Feryn hates it, Iredril isn’t bothered in the slightest, and Faryth manages surprisingly well. Isayne has since cured her lycanthropy via a pact with Azura, but she hasn’t seen her brothers for several years. She tends to leave them out of her shenanigans with Daedra and ill-advised magic.
The farm was called “Howling Farm” before they got there, because of the relentless wind, but three out of four voted to keep the name.
