#pelinal

[stonetablet]

Pelinal Whitestrake brooding over his armor. Thank you, @aladaylessecondblog for your commission ♡

[maxandkon]

Experimental gameplay¿

Initially, I planned to experiment and have some fun… I didn't expect that tiktak would start working, and my cringy animation would get back average views rate, lol

Therefore, as not to throw it away, here's what I managed to complete… appears to be rubbish, but at least it was pleasurable; In total, I have five different renders of this in different styles, but this one is probably the most general

[little-miss-shezarrine]

WIP: The Hunaid - A TES Story of Huna and Pelinal

I've had the notion of the exploring the idea of a 'Song of Huna' to go with the Song of Pelinal for many years. I just feel like the one sentence we have about Huna the Hoplite is replete with storytelling potential, as yet unrealised. But since the beginning of the year, I've been working on my first ever fanfic, the Hunaid. And it has grown in the telling from a fragmentary epic to a full-on novelisation of an epic poem that doesn't exist.

It's nearly finished now, and if anyone is interested in reading my take on the story of Pelinal and Huna, I'd love to hear what you think!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hear me, Flower of Memory: I do not name here the White-Strake, Though his shadow crosses every page; I do not first sing the Bull of Kyne, Nor Perrif on her height, Nor the kings broken in their white towers. I sing Huna.

Summary: In the long shadow of the Alessian Rebellion, a grain-slave named Huna is pulled from the granaries of the Ayleids and forged into a hoplite of the rebel host, where he becomes the still point in war, the keeper of the line, and the man Pelinal Whitestrake loves beyond oath, ration, or battle-share. As Huna rises from bondage into bronze, the bond between them deepens from hard won trust into fierce, ruinous devotion, until love itself becomes part of the making of legend - the heart inside Pelinal’s wrath, and the wound from which his madness will one day break open the world.

[mekonfoy]

And then Kyne granted Perrif another symbol, a diamond soaked red with the blood of elves, whose facets could un-sector and form into a man whose every angle could cut her jailers and a name: PELIN-EL, "The Star-Made Knight" and he was arrayed in armor from the future time.

And he walked into the jungles of Cyrod already killing, Morihaus stamping at his side froth-bloody and bellowing from excitement because the Pelinal was come... and Pelinal came to Perrif's camp of rebels holding a sword and mace, both encrusted with the smashed viscera of elven faces, feathers and magic beads, which were the markings of the Ayleidoon, stuck to the redness that hung from his weapons, and he lifted them, saying: "These were their eastern chieftains, no longer full of their talking."

[aladaylessecondblog]

the "that nobody was John Wick" scene but it's Meridia talking to dumbass Umaril who killed Huna

(Pelinal is digging up his armor)

[riveer-shii]

Someone killed his boyfriend

[hoplite-huna]

[morrigan-reads]

girls don't want boys, girls want a diamond soaked red with the blood of elves, whose facets could un-sector and form into a man whose every angle could cut her jailers.