#gladroon

[spellsword-archer]

Gladroon: If you were offered 50,000 gold, but the person you hate gets 100,000 gold, would you take it?

Anaril: Of course. Why wouldn’t I want 150,000 gold?

Gladroon:

Gladroon: Do we need to do the hug therapy again?

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Tarene: You can say 'Have a nice day' and no problem.

Tarene: But you can’t say 'Enjoy the next twenty four hours' and not sound vaguely threatening.

Gladroon: ...Tari, its 3am.

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Gladroon: Trust me, I know what I’m doing.

Anaril: Not even Akatosh knows what your doing, brother.

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When your twin disapproves of you living in a cave on the other side of the province and drinking deer blood to survive instead of just coming home and asking for help like a mature adult elf.

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((Yes, it WAS entirely necessary of me to spend four hours painstakingly copying the bow and nordic motifs.

I have incredibly feelsy feelings about Tarene’s Ebony bow...))

The bow was handcrafted by Gladroon as a parting gift when the rest of the family moved down to Cyrodiil (sadly, only shortly before the fire that killed their mother and sisters). It has an almost ridiculous draw strength (even Tarene struggled to draw it, at first), and was called ‘Rockstring’, accordingly.

The solid ebony also serves as a passable blunt weapon, and Tarene has used it several times as such.

Its design has a very strong, very clear Nordic influence, which would be strange for a family of Altmer, unless you knew that the boys’ mother, Irinde, had been raised by a Nordic family and honestly, their father Heceri’s family hadn’t been much for traditional Altmer family values.

The bow means the world to Tarene, and he’s risked his life several times just to keep it from being left behind or stolen.

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((It’s been a while since I’ve updated the character art.

We should change that! :D))

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✞ something they didn’t do

“I knew Anaril had left the College before anyone else.” Gladroon stared down at his parchment, focused somewhere between the words and scribbled notations.

“I knew all the places he might have hidden, too. Twins share that kind of thing. I…could have gone after him.” He slowly put down his quill, and covered his mouth with one hand to disguise a heavy sigh.

“I should have gone after him.” The mage mumbled into his hand. “If I had known what horrors would have befallen him in the mountains, I would have followed him that night.

“Maybe I couldn’t have brought him home, but I could have kept him safe.”

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Gladroon Spell-hammer could be a very intimidating mer, despite most first impressions. The mage fixed Mauri with an unreadable stare from across the  Arcanaeum, a book left open on his lap. But it - and the parchment of notes on the table beside him - appeared to be forgotten. There were few other people in the library at this time of day, and fear of the reigning librarian's wrath meant that no voices were raised in casual chatter above a soft whisper. The silence between the two Altmer was beginning to stretch thin, and when Gladroon finally closed his book, the gentle 'thump' seemed alarmingly loud. "….so." The mage finally spoke up, breaking eye contact for the briefest of moments as he straightened up in his chair. "You're friends with Tarene."