#lyraine

[entheie]

Aaron and Randall belong to @zabobzionek

[serpentwined]

All my mains starting with my Uluscant (Ayleid warden healer), Corentin Gardinier (Breton stam sorc), Lyraine Telvanni (Dunmer mag DK), Za’shana (stabby naked vampire), and Wyress Fleur (Redguard/breton stam warden)

[serpentwined]

She's level 50 now

[serpentwined]

Lyraine has her aesthetic on point now

[serpentwined]

Colored version of my Lyraine sketch. I’m really figuring out her character and I like her a lot so far. Man I wish the TES community still had active RP writing groups. 

[englie]

[galgorock]

Pedro Ladroga X Ly Raine_100x100

[undiscoveredsky]

Day One- 100 Character Challenge: Warlord

Based on this post here.  I thought it’d be fun to make this a writing challenge, and that’s what we’re doing now.

Everything was a dance. While not always the same as the one prior, they kept on.  That was the battlefield to Lyraine.  That was the game she learned.  Your “partner” would make a move and you made a move in response.  She moved her Polearm carefully, fighting imaginary soldiers. Careful.  Watch their feet.  Let them lead you, not the other way around.  While they may lead, she was the one who ended out on top.

She moved quickly despite the size of her weapon.  She was light on her feet and never wavered in the blows she delivered.  Hesitance could leave survivors, and that could not be allowed.  Lyraine heard the door open and turned, weapon pointed toward the intruder.  She knew it wasn’t anyone that meant harm, but all the same, they chose to interrupt her.  The soldier that made his way in seemed unsurprised by the weapon pointed and him and only spoke when the weapon was withdrawn and she gave him permission to speak.  “My Lady, Percival has returned with the scouting party.”

“Wonderful,” Lyraine replied, as she shifted her weapon to the side.  “Shall I meet him in the War room?”

“At once.  He says it’s urgent.”  Hm, so they have made their move?  So be it.  They shall respond.

“Very well.  Get our forces ready.  I believe I will be addressing them after this meeting.”

“At once, My Lady.” He retreated from the room and it left her to her thoughts.  This wasn’t war.  Not just yet. But she would lead her people all the same.  Just as she has done in the past.  And will continue to do, for centuries to come.  Many of her people around her would perish with time, but she would still be standing.  She was still their protector.  And she would lead them as long as they needed her.  She removed the strip of cloth that had her long silver hair tied back and pocketed it.

“We shall overcome and we shall thrive.  I am their Guardian and their Protector.  I shall see them to victory and we shall not falter.  I am their Commander, the force behind their weapons, the very one that gives them life.  They are my people, my spirit.  Together, we shall not falter.”  It was an odd little prayer, but all the same, it was her promise to herself. They will overcome.  They will survive.  She took a steadying breath before she made her way to the War Room to meet with her Advisor.