#torvar

[mai-col]

More stuff with these idiots (a continuation of this post).

(also, I MIGHT have disregarded their canonical weapons. But let's face it, I also disregarded a lot of other canonical details, soooo...)

[mujinzzzzz]

i have over 2,000 hours in skyrim and im just now learning you can tell all of the companions about skjor's death ??? have you always been able to ??? this is sad hello ??

[snowy-weather]

Chibi Beach - Torvar, Athis and Estlin

I haven't drawn Torvar and Athis in a while.

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Who gives you the best backrub?

Farkas

Vilkas

Aela

Kodlack

Skjor

Athis

Njada

Ria

Torvar

Voting ended onApr 18, 2024

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Torvar: I know what I'm going to be for the Witches Festival — drunk!

[skyrimtournaments]

Best Marriage Candidate Tournament: Round 1

Torvar vs Sorex Vinius

Torvar

Sorex Vinius

Voting ended onMar 23, 2025

Torvar is a member of the Companions, and something of a drunk. He can be married once you're the Harbinger. Sorex works at the Winking Skeever in Solitude, and aspires to run it once his father- the owner- dies. He can be married once you've delivered a bottle of rum to Falk Firebeard for him.

[justheretop0st]

Rain

He hated the rain. He hated the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. And though he prayed it never comes, the thunder rolls and mocks him. How unfortunate.

She was one in an era that truly caused change. It was evident at her funeral. There wasn’t enough room to accompany the waves of people who had come to see her one last time. It lasted days, almost a week of respect and reminiscence. There were things that he didn’t even know about her. This was especially telling of the figures in black and red.

The woman he had come to call his wife was a leader by nature. She lead her side to victory in the war. She ended Alduin, granted she had legendary warriors by her side. She solved the vampire crisis, having to split her own soul in order to enter the soul cairn. She became the leader of the companions, even for a brief period becoming the Arch-Mage. She had helped countless people. He was sure there was more, but there are always secrets that are best left to die with her.

The day she died, she looked more. More of everything. More like a leader. More like a wife. More beautiful and terrifying all in the same breath. She laughed and she seemed to glow. The breeze made her hair animate with life. With every ounce of blood in his body, he swore it shone in the sun.

It was quick and he was thankful for that. Perhaps he couldn’t handle it if she suffered. Perhaps it was because he didn’t have to worry about the last words he said to her. Because he swore to tell her daily how much he adored her. It might have been out his comfort zone. But even in his actions he swore to show her nothing but adoration and love. She deserved it and he knew it was likely she was to die at any point.

Being a renowned hero, she had enemies. A single moment of peace, pierced by an arrow laced in poison. Normally it wouldn’t have punctured her armor. But she wore a dress that day. Even into the night when she was being honored with a banquet. Ale, wine, mead and more was being served. How could someone have missed a person with an arrow equipped?

He wished he could have been more vigilant and maybe he would have had it not been for the drink. He wished his last words were more fine than a sloppy serenade. A declaration of known love. On his knees before her and he could feel the air push over his head as the arrow hit its target.

Panic arose in the crowd, they all ran to cover. But he stayed kneeled there, catching her as she fell into his arms. Straight through the heart, and she stared into his eyes. A connection. A final connection. She died with a smile on her face and her hand in his. But he felt to many emotions for him to simply sit there with her. He felt anger. Remorse. Sadness. He wanted revenge.

All he can remember after that is snatching a sword from a guards sheath and searching the building. Room by room, person by person. He was to filled with emotion, but nothing would get past him. He was told that the assassin was eventually found. That this person was taken to jail. But jail was not what the person deserved. For taking such a life, death would be the only repentance.

During her funeral, it rained for those days and nights. He couldn’t bear to leave her side as she lay there. Surrounded by flowers and gifts and mementos. He remained soaked and though there were others with him, he paid their words of condolences no mind. Nothing would make this better.

How he hated the rain.

[datorchoe]

Another companions one! I’ll bet the order has kidnap and captivity training, on both ends. How did the men’s experiences go?

Favorite Skyrim faction ngl

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Skjor’s went perfectly honestly. He’s been a warrior for a very long time, he’s not gonna cold at the threat of torture. He just stayed completely silent the whole time. True baller.

Kodlak’s went the same basically. He attempted to ‘turn’ the ‘kidnappers’ to the good side and lowkey whoever was doing the fake nabbing felt inspired for like a month.

Athis tried his best, he didn’t fold under pressure, but if it was a real situation, he probably would’ve. He cares way more about his life than anything.

Torvar couldn’t take it seriously. Not for one moment. Homie just laughed the whole time cause he ‘accidentally’ got drunk before the whole thing.

Vilkas, much like Skjor and Kodlak, never folded and did really well honestly. He would be the one to get out of a real situation the fastest out of everyone.

Farkas cried the whole time. Please don’t let the baby get nabbed.