SHADOWHEART RP BLOG

[umbralitany]

🌑 . . . ╰──╮   ❛ We have emptied our hearts of falsehoods. We have vanquished your foes. In DARKNESS, we see your truth. Embrace us, your loyal warriors. Cloak us in your shadow. Guide us to your victory.  ❜

ind. & selective rp blog for SHADOWHEART featuring TOLKIEN & ELDER SCROLLS verses and a soft spot for pre-game / post-game AUs. I tend to focus on a smaller number of plot heavy ships & threads, so I'm somewhat selective ——— but don't hesitate to appraoch me if you have any ideas! ♡

est. february 2026, moved from @umbralitany-a ! travelling with: @imperitvs

RULES | MUSE | MEMES | HCs | PLOTTING CALL

─ ⊹ ⊱ AUs : ELDER SCROLLS | TOLKIEN

[ancientforgcd]

[webeginwhereweleftoff]

"They made you into a weapon and told you to find peace."

[kibizsz]

Dark Justiciar Shadowheart

[gezelligheiid]

It wasn’t rare for his services to be requested by treasure hunters, most often mages of some pedigree, and for a time he’d refused them. Most of them held no love, no reverence, for these ruins. Pocketing things they couldn’t understand. But money was money, and he had people to care for— refusing on principle wasn’t feasible anymore. But this… this had felt different from the moment of their meeting. It felt important. To what end he couldn’t say.

The moment his hand was taken he pulled the mer back towards himself, the two almost colliding had he not managed to step aside. There were no words then, only the silent panting as Sulkan tapped out the corners of a triangle above his heart.

Thanks were met with a curt nod before the Dunmer began stepping out onto the next set the tiles. He’d tap his metal boot against the plates, gaze sweeping the floor and the walls and even the ceiling. His eyes lingered on oddities. On small holes a bit too perfect to be wear, on grooves to be too smooth to be anything but ancient.

The question earned a hum in response, muffled by the dark cloth of his scarf. Sulkan pulled it down before he spoke,

“These will go down deep, I doubt we’re any farther than half way… Once we’re down far enough it may even open up into a cave system— then you’ll have multiple ruins converging into one central space. But that all depends on the condition of the ruins, if there’s been collapses we won’t be able to push any further.”

It was quiet again until he hit ground he could confidently call sturdy, waiting a moment for Shadowheart to join him before beginning to walk again. Slower this time, and his gaze found the other mer from the corner of his eyes.

“… If there’s anything I’ve learned, if what you’re looking for is down there, this place won’t give it up easy.”

[umbralitany]

🌑 . . . ╰──╮    Well... He'd come too far to turn back now & so, they descended further into the darkness...

ㅤㅤㅤShadowheart drove his spear through the chest of the last falmer in front of a door he never would have noticed, let alone opened, without Sulkan's expertise. Beyond it lay a vast chamber, skeletons strewn across the stone tiles. Centuries old, by the look of them. Adventurers from another age, perhaps… or others who had come seeking Namira's artifact & never returned?

❝It seems no one has entered this place for a very long time…❞ he mused aloud, the metallic clinking of his armored boots echoing in the silence as he carefully stepped inside.

Then the mer's eyes landed upon a dagger still clutched in the bony hands of a skeleton slumped against the wall.

The moment he saw it, his breath caught. A strange pull gripped him instantly, recognition flooding through him. He KNEW. With absolute certainty.

❝That's it,❞ he breathed, ❝That's what I've been searching for!!❞

He moved forward eagerly, kneeling beside the skeleton to claim his prize. Finally! The dagger was breathtaking : immaculate craftsmanship, the golden metal unmarred despite the centuries & it seemed to catch and hold what little light existed in the chamber.

But his enthusiuam faltered very quickly, replaced by CONFUSION.

The crossguard was fashioned into a golden sun ; unmistakably the symbol of Auri-El.

❝This doesn't make sense... This weapon… it belongs to Auri-El... I..I don't understand...❞ He murmured to himself before he trailed off, brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of it. Why would Namira send him to retrieve an artifact of Auri-El?? Had he been mistaken??

Even touching it felt like blasphemy!

For a moment, Shadowheart simply stared at the dagger before finally forcing himself to take hold of it and.... Nothing happened. No aedra or deadra smite him. Even so, carrying such a relic made him feel deeply uneasy & he certainly wouldn't use it.

Carefully, he secured the dagger at his belt without another word & finally looked back toward Sulkan. He'd figure out what this meant once they were safely above ground.

❝Come. We've lingered here long enough already———❞

He barely took two steps before a hidden spear burst from the wall with brutal force, piercing his side straight through the metal of his armor. Green eyes went wide, locking on Sulkan's face, a choked gasp tearing from his throat ── then he crumpled to the ground, blood spreading rapidly beneath him.

[imperitvs]

Osian was incorporeal, a mere ghost in this vision. Which he was thankful for, since this plane seemed utterly devastating. Devoid of much colour and certainly seemed lifeless. It was horrifying. He stood before a vast cave entrance, where calling the insides of it 'dark' would be an insult. The shadows could not be described, nor could the ghastly voice echoing in his head. Beckoning him. Calling to him...

Just as another, far warmer and more familiar voice was...

Osian blinked in the vision and opened his eyes to see a blurred version of a tent - and faces hovering over him. He had awoken with a start - his body aching more than it had ever done, and he was still frightfully cold. But as he gasped for deeper breaths - as if he had been underwater - he was certainly alive.

"Wh-What happened?" Osian muttered weakly as his friends faces began to gain detail in his vision. "A slither of shadow weave almost took you from us," Gale sighed with relief. Despite his threat of berating the other wizard for his actions, it seemed Gale was more interested in seeing his friend well again. "But we caught it in time."

"Shadow wea-?" But he stopped himself as the vision returned to his memory and made his skin break out in goosebumps, thankfully hidden by his sleeves. "I see..." It was only now his body began to return all his senses did he realise his head was resting against something. Looking up properly to see Shadowheart, he had just enough heat in his body to pepper his cheeks a very slight pink. "H-Hello again..."

[umbralitany]

🌑 . . . ╰──╮    OSIAN'S VOICE sent a wave of relief through him & a shaky breath slipped from his lips when the crushing dread that had gripped him loosened at last.

His gaze shifted toward Gale, offering a breif nod of acknowledgment. ❝Thank you…❞ Shadowheart's voice was barely above a whisper. He wasn't one for emotional displays, but the gratitude in his eyes spoke volumes. If it hadn't been for Gale....

His attention returned to Osian, a smile corssing his features as his fingers carded gently through the wizard's ginger hair.

❝Rest now,❞ he murmured. ❝You need to recover.❞

Tender as his expression was, it never truly reached his eyes ; beneath it lingered grief & conflict because Shadowheart would have to do what was necessary.

When Osian was well enough, they'd need to have this conversation. There was no other way.

[mylibrasquartz]

loss is a gift, girl

[umbralitany]

TOMODACHI LIFE: LIVING THE DREAM : ' we haven't met before, have we? ' / @ofnxghtshade

🌑 . . . ╰──╮    SHADOWHEART WASN'T FOND OF needless acts of evil, but watching a follower of Stendarr torn apart by trolls?? That certainly didn't count. By Namira's covenant, it was his duty to end these hypocrites himself whenever possible.

But circumstance hadn't permitted it this time, or so he told himself when he'd stepped in to save the priest. Pragmatism demanded another set of eyes in these dangerous lands & he could only hope Namira would forgive him for bending the rules in order to see his mission through.

' we haven't met before, have we? ' 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe raven-haired Altmer had been stoking the flames with his magic in the abandoned Forsworn camp they'd found when Kaaldra broke the silence   ( Shadowheart hadn't been particularly talkative thus far — he'd revealed only that he had urgent business in Winterhold  ) .

Brows arched.    ❝. . . I highly doubt it.❞     In truth, Shadowheart didn't REMEMBER. Most of his memories had been stripped away to protect his coven when he'd been sent to retrieve the artifact.

❝No offense, but you are not exactly the sort of company I would normally keep~❞  he added with a teasing lilt to his voice   &  a smile he knew they couldn't see. 

❝You should try and get some rest... we're leaving at first light. I will keep watch.❞

[ofnxghtshade]

THERE WAS NOTHING but gratefulness for the other man helping them. Saving them. Kaaldra had no doubt that had he not shown up when he did, they would have been as good as dead. A fate that they were too keen on meeting quite yet.

So now they sat there, trying to work through their own thoughts. Something about the stranger felt familiar to them. Sure, they couldn't physically see the features of others but Kaaldra had learned that there was a certain air around people whether that person knew it or not. And what they could just barely see was not entirely new.

A small frown appeared as he answered, not quite getting the answer they were looking for. "Are you sure? Now that the dust has settled, you seem familiar." Kaaldra mused as they shifted to pull knees to chest.

An amused hum managed to sneak its way out as he teased, the smile unseen though. "Oh really? And why is that?" Their head tilted in the direction of the fire and eventually rested on the tops of their knees.

The idea of getting some rest was rather enticing. There was no doubt that they were exhausted by the day's events. Fighting wasn't exactly their forte especially not fighting trolls. But they did want to continue to prod if given the chance.

[umbralitany]

🌑 . . . ╰──╮    SHADOWHEART STUDIED the priest, watching the firelight shift across their face & searched for any trace of a familiar memory. Nothing came. If Kaaldra had trully crossed his path before, that memory had been taken from him...

❝Yes, I'm sure. Let's just say we'd likely disagree on quite a few philosophical matters~❞ he replied lightly. Oh, if only they knew who they were sharing the campfire with tonight...

❝You serve an order that isn't exactly known for it's open-mindeness. The Vigil tends to see a deeply complex world in black and white, good and evil, with nothing in between. It makes for terribly dull conversation, you understand.❞

In their eyes, he was a MONSTER. Something to be SLAIN on sight, without question.

[siarczek]

Commission for clockworkcanine 🍂

[umbralitany]

👀💭😩 - Muse meme

Mun talks about the Muse

👀Favorite thing about the muse’s appearance?

His long black hair <3 I really like SH's eye color as well, it's so realistic!

💭 Favorite memory of the muse? 

If Shar hadn't taken his memories from him, I think it'd be something quite ordinary? Maybe a childhood memory of gathering herbs with his parents, back then when pain & grief were nothng but abstract ideas. Back then when SH was just... happy.

I personally think the memories we treasure most aren't always the most extraordinary ones (but that's just my hot take).

😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse? 

I've talked about this recently! What I "struggle" with (quote-unquote bc it's really not that big of a deal) is writing anything long-term within the BG3 main verse setting that goes beyond a handful of replies to explore a certain scenario. That is, IF we're sticking very closely to the canon game plot, which is usually what I assume unless discussed otherwise beforehand.

One of my fav things about both RP & TTRPGs is the sense of freedom and unpredictability, the feeling that anything can happen next!! Because of that, RPing inside the structure of an already fully told narrative with a couple of pre-determined choices isn't really my thing. Obviously that's different from RPing specific scenes to explore muses' thoughts, dynamic, etc. in more detail ofc. That's a lot of fun.

But yeah, that's why I tend to gravitate more toward pre- / post- game verses and AUs. Or, if we kick things off in the main verse, going off-script at some point to tell our OWN story!

[umbralitany]

ooc.

this is for u. i hope you have a lovely day!

[zombie-bait]

Another quick butch princess Wyll because my first one somehow managed to get 3k notes recently <3 thank you everyone for embracing the butch propaganda. One day I'm gonna have to draw more of the other bg3 characters but that day is not today lmao

[ramazithsfinest]

Rolan's humorless laugh clipped at a sting in his aching chest, but he managed to sit up more. "Everything...?" he echoed, watching Lorroakan struggle with a mix of exhaustion and distaste. "You've done nothing, given nothing, taught nothing. I'd find a better mentor in a concussed gnoll."

He heard the portal open behind him, turning his head enough to glance sidelong over his shoulder. Shadowheart and Cal, just as he'd hoped. All Rolan could answer with was a wry and nonplussed, "Do they ever?" The chafe of their argument still felt a little too raw, not helped by the cleric's seeming nonchalance.

Even so, he helped guide an unconscious Cal down next to him, cushioning the back of his brother's head with one hand. When the other tiefling groaned and winced at the movement, Rolan quietly shushed him, murmuring reassurances he doubted Cal was awake enough to hear.

Then Rolan let out a sharper wince of his own at the frigid burst of magic from his core through his body to every finger, toe, and the tip of his tail. Afterward, however, he could take full breaths and every battered ache had ebbed at last. And he looked up in time to catch that small smile, the gentle timbre echoing in his mind's ear. Rolan didn't feel on steady ground with Shadowheart yet, but this, at least... it didn't remind him of Lorroakan. It bled a bit of strength back into him. That counted for something.

Following the turn of the cleric's gaze, Rolan gave a flat hum and his upper lip curled as he replied, "Regrettably. Bastard couldn't muster the effort for one lesson, or even face me - me - without calling his myrmidons." A scoff. "More a coward and charlatan than a wizard, just like Master Dekarios said."

[umbralitany]

🌑 . . . ╰──╮    SHADOWHEART HELPED Rolan to his feet & once Rolan was upright, he drew a dagger from his belt, offering it to the tiefling. ❝Would you like to do the honors~? I imagine you have quite a bit of anger that needs expressing...❞

The cleric smiled. Call him sadistic, but he knew that revenge, properly administered, was its own form of healing. ❝Just don't kill him. The shadow curse needs a living soul to take root.❞

Lorroakan wanted to hurl vicious insults at Rolan, but he went still instead as the raven-haired's words penetrated through the fog & when understanding finally hit, his eyes went wide with FEAR.

❝What——— T-this… this is madness…!!❞ PANIC bled through his slurred speech as he desperately tried to force himself upright again, his mind reeling to come up with some sort thrat, leverage, anything that would end this... this nightmare. Part of him still couldn't believe this was real. ❝Y..you cannot do this to me! The... the Blackstaff will hear of this!! Yes! Th..they will hunt you both to the ends of Tori...l!❞

His gaze darted frantically between hellspawn on his marble floor & his apprentice... and his acquaintance. The pieces clicked together somwhow... Lorroakan vaguely recalled Rolan whining about his siblings suffering from a curse & it dawned on him ; they meant to involve HIM in some absurd ritual to save the tiefling. ❝I-I can save him through other means!!❞ He exclaimed frantically, finally managing to push himself onto his knees. ❝I possess far greater magic than whatever MADNESS you are attempting here!❞

[umbralitany]

😈 & 😂

Mun talks about the Muse

😈 Worst thing you’ve ever done to your muse?

Aside from making him a follower of Namira in his TES verse? :p Spoiler, it involves cannibalism & his ultimate mission is to bring about an apocalypse <3

I mean some of the things I've discussed with @imperitvs are preeetty dark and heartbreaking (I love it) but idk if spitballing plot ideas & speculating how things might play out in certain scenarios counts?? xD

Anyway, if you ever feel like tormenting SH, hmu. Making muses suffer is one of my fav hobbies.

😂 Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse? 

... witnessing Tav lick a spider carcass ??

[ofnxghtshade]

GREY EYES NARROWED as Shadowheart spoke. He knew that it was a risk bringing up the topic and a part of him knew that he should have just kept it to himself. There was no reason to meddle in the affairs of someone. And especially someone that he didn’t know deeply. But the other part of him wasn’t going to just let it go so easily.

Rynaris was quiet, letting the other get through everything that he wanted to say. He was a patient man even in moments like this. And he was willing to risk the violent reaction he could get in return.

“Perhaps I don’t know everything you do or the why behind it. But your reaction tells me that I am not wrong in my accusation. If it wasn’t true, you wouldn’t be defending yourself so harshly.” His voice was calm but his expression did not hide the concern that he felt. Maybe he was too caring for his own good and needed to work on letting that go. “I’m well aware of the fact that I cannot change your mind. I am not a naive fool."

He had been down this path before. And he wasn't really sure what exactly his motive was in approaching him about the topic. But he did know that it would not change his view on anything. "And who have you pledged your loyalty to?"

[umbralitany]

🌑 . . . ╰──╮ ❝Harshly?❞    His brows lifted.    ❝If I were being harsh, we wouldn't still be having this conversation right now.❞ 

He scoffed, caught somewhere between disbelief, annoyance   &   amusement at the other mer's persistence. For a moment, Shadowheart simply regarded him in silence, carefully weighing his choice of words. Rynaris clearly knew something   &   outright denial would only make him more suspicious.

Shadowheart's mind circled back to solving the problem permanently before this might become a threat to him or his coven... But first, he needed answers about what had tipped him off.

❝. . . Fine, then. Since you have apparently pieced together that I'm not among the mindless sheep worshipping the Aedra — yes.❞    There was unmistakable smugness in his tone ; oh, he was PROUD to be among the few who saw the truth!    ❝I turned my back on those self-serving false gods long ago.❞ 

That was all Rynaris was getting from him (which was already too much).

A mocking smile tugged at his lips.  

❝You're more observant than I first assumed. So~? What gave me away?❞

[umbralitany]

💕 💔

Mun talks about the Muse

💕 Favorite ship for the muse? 

If we're talking canon ships I gotta say Rolan bc of Morphy @ramazithsfinest :p I just love exploring his struggle with caring and loving someone when everything in believes in says he shouldn't bc Shar is a cockblock

Alsooo Gale or Lae'zel <3 They both understand what it's like to be chosen by a higher power & depending how things play out, what it costs to defy it.

For OCs, I'm pretty open! Give him someone patient who earns his trust over time?? That said, I'm a sucker for both angsty redemption AND corruption arcs. It really depends on the OC & verse.

Honorable mention for Osian @imperitvs my beloved ship <3

💔 Least favorite ship for the muse?

I can't say I have one 🤔

[orpheuslament]

dont know how to say this without sounding like one of those "people are too soft these days" motherfuckers but some of you are incapable of interacting with anything that does not coddle you & makes you feel Good about your own Goodness. if you know what i mean

[orpheuslament]

also i said it in the tags but i feel it needs reiterating: watching tv is not activism. fighting over fictional stories is not activism. attacking people for not interacting with fictional stories in a way you deem Acceptable is not activism. you are being annoying & i personally dont want to play toys with you anymore