(for that codex ask thing) 10 for volnarto and 9 for velraani ? OwO
10. a description of your OC by someone who hates them
[A page from the journal of an Alinor Banker, found tossed in a nearby river.]
Entry 199, 2E 583 - Tirdas, First Seed.
“And there you finally have it Volnarto, a page in my journal dedicated to you. Had you known I am about to waste time and more importantly my own ink on writing this, you would’ve probably smiled and patted me on the back, which would’ve warranted another entire page, so I am glad you don’t know I am keeping this journal at all.
As for you, future historians that might read the exciting life of an Alinor Banker, I hope it will be noted after my demise that I hated my coworker Volnarto with more passion than I hate this entire city. It began a decade ago, when he was transferred here from Shimmerene, for whatever reason, and appointed in my section. Despite being loyal to the Bank of Alinor for almost a century, he got to have his desk right next to the window, while I was cast in the shadows. Oh and let me tell you about shadows, because he casts a really big one.
Ever since he settled in he has enamored every man and woman in this building. Is it because he is tall? Take note future historians I am myself an average sized Altmer, but he is ridiculously tall he always hits his desk with his knees which startles me during my morning tea. Or is because he is acting polite? Yes acting! No man could possibly always ask our coworkers about their day or offer to help with their books once in a while, I know he has some ulterior motives, but naturally no one would believe me if I say it. No one ever believes me, I am the mean banker, the evil man that takes people’s gold and houses, but no, not Volnarto. I tried reporting him to our manager after I noticed that he finds every loop in the law to let people keep their property even after they’ve gone bankrupt. But no one believes me.
To make matters worse, I see him for eight hours every day and I know he hates this job. Being a banker is my life, but he values none of it. Just sits there with his dirty boots on the table, carving something with his pocket knife in the side of the desk, doing coin tricks or just sleeping in the back room on a slow day. If I didn’t know better I would’ve said he is a thief from Auridon (or perhaps even beyond that) mapping the banks layout so his gang can strike when we least expect it. But he will slip and then, then everyone will see that I was right.
Well this is the end of page three, so I will be wrapping it up. Remember, future historians, that I, Tandnmil Korius, have hated Volnarto ever since his arrival here, and I despite his out of fashion haircut and offensive mustache more than anyone else on Summerset. And should he turn out to be a thief, I have known all along. Let this be a warning to never trust charming men who cook their tea with the teabag in the pot.”
9. a future historian’s account of your OC’s actions
[ From the book “Buoyant Armigers - the unsung heroes of the Dunmer” written by the young scholar Cindria Acilone-Lupus ]
“It’s been almost a decade since I began researching the stories of the Buoyant Armigers and the unsung tales of their valor. Ironic isn’t it, that warrior-poets in service of the living god Vivec would be forgotten by history. But to those readers who know very little of the Dunmer, they used to worship the Tribunal, three living gods long before they returned to their worship of the Deadra. Unfortunate how all of that ended, but while I care little of the Dunmer and their gods, I found myself charmed by the Buoyant Armigers. One’s story struck me in particular.
I’ve written thus far about their culture, their armor and clothes, their worship and duties, as well as their Houses but never about them. Recently I learned the records of a Buoyant Armiger named Velraani Redoran. Yes from the Great House Redoran, where most of the Armigers hailed from. The records were scribbles by travelers and people they met, describing them as tall, athletic and broad shouldered, however gentle and polite and almost poetically calm.
The most interesting record I recovered however, is their very journal. At first they speak of their family, the house by the shores of Vvardenfell and their younger brother. They go in length of how fond they are of their Lord Vivec, how they find inspiration in him as well admiration. It seems the young Armiger was almost enamored by the living God. However it is most interesting that for a warrior-poet, they had almost no work of their own, not until they left Vvardenfell for the first time upon meeting an alleged dwemer named Mlizeftdhis ( I do not believe this individual was a dwemer, but Velraani’s writing from this point on becomes very poetic, almost in the style of their God, so perhaps it’s important to read it as a metaphor for something.)
They seemed to have travelled all across Tamriel with their friend - and heavily implied lover - Mlizefthdis during which the most amazing thing happens. They begin to question their own faith, their gods and their religion. It seems they still hold firmly to the values of the Buoyant Armigers, but their love for their Lord Vivec turns from the fear and respect for a god and an authority figure, to gentle platonic love one would have for a friend. I doubt these feelings were ever reciprocated, but the Armiger spoke fondly of him regardless. They seemed to have understood all his teachings in a way beyond what was intended and they found peace with that knowledge. Whether these were delusions or this Armiger saw what others did not, I can’t tell with certainty.
The rest of the journal was sadly destroyed but from what I managed to gather, they had a quarrel with their brother which was peacefully resolved and they spoke about their love for him and his family. The journal contains many poems about their travels and about their alleged dwemer companion which I will not be publishing yet.
I have found records that they did live well over two hundred years which is much for a mortal Dunmer. However all records of them after the third era are lost and they are never accounted for being alive or deceased. While it is most likely that they eventually met their end, I would like to believe this Armiger is still alive - and if they aren’t I am certain some of the people mentioned in their work are. Whether I manage to find the dwemer Mlizeftdhis (and settle the question of her real race) or I find the descendants of their brother’s family, they deserve to have this journal and do so as they wish with it.
I have studied many tales of heroic Armigers, brave people who risked their lives for what they believed in, but there will always be something for me in this tale of the Armiger Velraani, something mysterious and serene, as if part of their understanding touched me in a way I cannot explain. It might be my gentle writer nature, but I swear whenever I lay hands on their journal the room gets just a little brighter.”