#vodomnir

[volenfell]

Some Explorer: (even vaguely mentions Otar the mad)

Vodomnir: (stuffing scrolls and embalming tools into his purse) i need to leave right now immediately

[volenfell]

It’s a bit of a complicated subject to get into, but Vodomnir is not a dragon priest, at least not anymore. In truth, he was but a servant assigned to Otar. A fact that becomes quite apparent when one encounters Vodomnir. His talents are not with destruction or conjuration magic, but with restoration. He was a healer in Otar’s service, who grew disillusioned in his rule after he fell to madness.

As Otar’s paranoia grew, Vodomnir gathered what subjects he could find and fled. 

[volenfell]

vodomnir and his draugr horde.

[blessings-of-mara]

I'm happy to see ancientspecter make a return to the community. There is something powerful yet regal about Mzarkmiir and it's positively alluring. The mod's writing and art both compliment one another with refined balance and it's a pleasure to see them on my dash again. If you're not following ancientspecter, please do so and also check out their dragonpriest blog, vodomnir.

(x)

[netepi-seht]

👌 {crack but omg}

Send 👌 for my muses’ reaction to yours checking them out.

“Could you not stare. It is in fact, beyond disconcerting.” 

[northernysmir-blog]

+5

“You know, I really wish the guards would stop taunting me. I only complained about someone stealing my sweetroll one time!”

[notyourlark]

vodomnir

Raiding ancient tombs had become somewhat of a common thing really, Vodomnir could no longer find it in him to be upset over it. Wandering explorers and curious mages had become more of an annoyance than an outright threat. The problem lied in keeping his little group safe. He understood full well how many of them adored getting rowdy with the living.

Although he did everything in his power to keep them in line, some of them ultimately disobeyed his commands. This was one of those times.

It started simple enough, really. A curious explorer had come into their barrow– no doubt they sought something. Although this one did have sticky fingers. Of course, one of the Draugr caught wind of it.. and they certainly would have none of that. Tensions had grown high.. and here he was again. Attempting to defuse a rather volatile situation.

The Dragonpriest growled at the Draugur, in an exchange of some very angry dovahzul. Vodomnir’s hands raised. He wouldalways have the last word, and they all knew it. They knew and respected that… But should the situation escalate, his words would not matter much.

“My dear, you are free to take what you wish. I have no qualms with it… however, I would request that you leave.”

This was most definitely not going well. The map she had been working with was inexact, a crude translation from the old Nordic, but it was all she had to work with. She was supposed to be looking for a a book, but ‘inscription’ may well have been the original verbiage. Besides that, there were surely no shortage of other errors. She may very well have been delving into this ruin only to be informed that which she sought was in another barrow halfway across Skyrim. But it was a lead.

All of these potential problems were variables she had accounted for. What she had not expected was encountering so much resistance. The last word on this place had been that the undead within were at war. Only, whatever conflict was supposed to be occurring had either concluded or never happened in the first place. If anything, these creatures seemed to be more organized than most.

She had been prepared to vanish on the spot when he arrived. Dueling with the undead was a waste of ammunition she would have preferred to avoid, and this offering was more than agreeable to her. Except, well, she still needed the book. And now, on top of that, her curiosity was piqued.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever met a corpse so amiable,” she joked cautiously, tone not betraying her racing heart, nor her readiness to fade into invisibility if the need presented itself once more. “Pardon me if that gives offense. I do mean it as a compliment.”

[dwiinkendov-blog]

☽

Drogo had grown to lvoe his walks during the night, but he never really fancied running into anyone. It was just always a alarming sensation when you ran into someone in the dark. Especially now. He couldn’t quite make out the person’s features, because they were facing away from the moonlight, but nonetheless the evoked a strange feeling in the Nord.“Ah, hello. My apologies for running into you.”