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helcaemon horrors?? š
Thank you for asking! <3
Now, I'm fairly sure I have to disappoint you by saying it's not a horror story. It's more like me putting my characters through the horrors. Maybe there's a little body horror in there, but it's not the main focus of the story.
Helcaemon is a ship name my wonderful friends have chosen for Prince Naemon and my OC Helcarion. Essentially, those two were childhood best friends and slowly drifted apart over the years for various reasons (Ayrenn's disappearance and Naemon taking over her duties, Helcarion hiding his feelings for Naemon since the age of 13, Estre actively working to ruin their friendship...).
The actual story begins with Helcarion not showing up to Naemon's wedding, which Naemon - already being manipulated by Estre - understands as Helcarion pretty much ending their friendship. It then continues exploring the events that further shape Naemon's life shortly before and during the events of ESO. I intended to play around with Naemon's insecurities and flaws a lot - him never being good enough, always being second-best to Ayrenn despite all his hard work, the jealousy and bitterness that come with this, the loss of his wife (who I do think he genuinely loved at the time), Ayrenn not exactly being a good sister to him... the list goes on and on, and on the other side is Helcarion, whose greatest failure was being a pushover and essentially being removed from Naemon's vicinity by Estre, not fighting hard enough for that friendship. He would've had to deal with his inability to reconnect with Naemon before it was too late, and the subsequent grief over losing the man he secretly loved for half his life.
The fic was also intended as a bit of a rework for the whole Orrery scene, mainly because that whole disaster, to me, seemed all over the place, and Naemon turning into an Ogrim was a terrible narrative choice given what the Orrery is supposed to do, and I wanted it to kill him in a way better suited to his flaws and who he is as a person. (I am very firm on the point that he isn't a villain, but a victim of unfortunate circumstances and intense manipulation from the people closest to him, and I do see him showing up in the Old Life Remembrance quest as confirmation of this). In short, I would have made the orrery slowly (and very painfully) turn him into a glass statue, though he would died before the transformation was complete, so that enough of an elven body remained for Pelidil to steal and turn into a lich.
Now, unfortunately, very little of this is actually written and I have no idea if I'll ever get around to doing it, especially since some other blorbos have taken over my brain and pushed Helcaemon to the back of my mind.
Commission for @englidottir! Felt good doing some TES-related artworks again, and to practise more with this style. Ā Thank you so much for commissioning me again <3
Naemon, sipping from a wine glass: Hmm... Iām getting hints of oak and cocoa finish.
Ayrenn, already 7 glasses deep: Iām getting wasted...!
Naemon:
Ayrenn: [drunken thumbs up]
Which Prince Naemon matches your mood today?
You only call me that when you've done something you regret. Or expect to regret.Ā
Naemon: Just remember to be on your best behavior. This is your first major event since your coronation.
Ayrenn: Naemon, Iāve got this. Everyone will find me professional, inspiring, and totally dignified.
Naemon: Could you at least remove the sword?
Ayrenn: [sighs and removes her sword from her belt]
Naemon: AND the hidden daggers?
Ayrenn: BUT WHAT IF I NEED THEM???
Naemon:
Ayrenn: ā¦Fine.
Ayrenn: [removes a dagger from her torso armor]
Ayrenn: [removes another from her hair]
Ayrenn: [pulls off one of her boots and dumps out an additional 24 daggers]
Naemon:
Naemon: How did you even walk�
Ā Ā Ā PrinceĀ NaemonĀ IsĀ TransĀ !!