Hiatus

Indie RP account for my Skyrim OC Gudunn Firecaller

[aetheriumshard]

TES Shipyard:

If you’re an active blog in the elder scrolls shipyard, please reblog this! 

Everyone says the shipyard is dead, but I have a ton of new blogs following me and I’m fairly convinced there’s more of us than we realize.

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Need more SKYRIM RP AND BASED BLOGS TO FOLLOW

Please reblog if you

• are a Skyrim RP blog

• Willing to RP Skyrim things

• Post Skyrim stuff

• uh idk I guess that’s it

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List of threads so I can finally stop losing track for once. If I’m forgetting any, please reply to this!

@azurasblacksheep / @wandererinfinitum - 2(?)

@ghartokpadhome - 1

@whatdosendhelp - 2(?)

@liliqus - 1

@varondiil - 1

@alunokaaz - 1

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azurasblacksheep:

He didn’t have any soap to wash the bloodstained shirt. A bowl of melted water, straight out of the Windhelm harbor, would have to make do for now. Gilmyn scowled over his shoulder at the unconscious woman as he shivered, shirtless, in his drafty house, scrubbing the ruined fabric until his fingers were raw.

So it was quite a while before he turned around again, only to find the woman noisily clambering out of bed and tearing off the bandages that he’d spent an hour putting on - what?!

“Oi!” He barked, tossing his shirt back into the bowl before standing up and stalking over. “What’re you doing?! Sit your arse down and put those bandages back on! You were bleeding half to death a few hours ago, and I’m not letting a dead Nord in my house getting me thrown in jail!”

She simply scoffed at the notion of her dying as she ripped off the last of the bandages. Her hand glowed slightly as it hovered around the remaining cuts and bruises, healing them up the best she could. “That was hours ago, ashface. I ain’t gonna die from somethin’ as lame as blood loss.” Gudunn rolled her eyes as she continued scanning the room for her stuff. After a few more seconds, she realized what the dunmer had said. Wait, did he just say his home?  How in Shor’s shit did she get here? “Shouldn’ta brought me to this shack for if ya didn’t want me bleeding on your stuff. I was heading for the inn, not this poorly lit closet. What, were you plannin’ for me to be part of some daedric sacrifice for your weird gods?”

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OC fact swap.

Send me a fact about your OC and I’ll answer with a relevant fact about mine. I want to learn about your OCs.

[kolhearted-archived]

Team “I don’t trust that your kindness doesn’t come with a catch”

[mewssings]

tag urself: muse count version

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varondiil

@wayoftheold​

He could not say he wasn’t surprised.

It had been a calm night, uneventful; of mild weather and gentle winds. By all accounts an exceptionally mundane one like any other, as the pale mer meandered between towns.

For though the pressures of fiscal responsibility demanded he pay them mind Varondil nonetheless — as he was wont to do — took his time fulfilling his contracts as he does with all things. For now he simply enjoyed his travel, as moonlight painted the world a brilliant array of silvers to his eyes. The insect song filled the air with natural chorus, the haunting cries of far-off owls perforating the melody.

Varondil took a breath, allowing the calm to wash over him. Inhale, exhale. Let the air kiss your skin; fill yourself with the song, the scent of the pine, the earth, the sleeping flowers. The falmer’s world went black as eyes drifted shut, but a commotion to the right took him off-guard as something large threw itself into his side.

The skirmish was quick and instincts rooted his stance as a blur of fangs flickered in his view before the other staggered, bringing him to halt at their face in the moonlight.

“….Gudunn?”

As of late, the Nord had been trying to restrict her prey to people she would have gone after anyway. Still, she needed to eat, and it wasn’t as if she could always wait until she got lucky stumbled across a bandit hideout. Thanks to this, Gudunn had begun to get a little proactive with her hunting. She wasn’t attacking anyone that was definitely an innocent civilian anymore, but suspicious looking travelers were a different story. 

What was more suspicious than a tall, strange smelling elf traveling through the woods alone in the middle of the night?

Wasting no time in preparations, Gudunn sped towards her prey and readied a pounce, expecting a quick end to the fight. As expected, she failed miserably, barely managing to stay on her feet as her prey pushed her off to the side. Grumbling, she prepared herself for another attack before being caught off guard by the target knowing her name.

Godsdamnit, it’s that elf that wanted to steal that bounty from her.

“... You.” Gudunn retorted, trying to mask the fact she had completely forgotten the elf’s name.  

She probably shouldn’t kill them, right?

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Since when did trolls have snouts like that?

Time seemed to slow down as Gudunn approached the beast, giving her more opportunities to realize just how bad of an idea randomly assaulting giant unknown creatures just because they’re the same color as a frost troll. Not only was this thing significantly larger than a troll, but it looked much more ferocious. At this point, though, it was too late to turn back.

Finally, Gudunn had made it close enough to the beast to start slashing at it. Only slightly perturbed by the loud roar, the Nord swung her blade forward in an attempt to end this fight in a single swipe. Troll or not, there was no way this thing could survive being cut in tw-

Did it just catch the sword?

Time froze for her at that moment, giving more than enough time to regret ever taking the goddamn job that led her up to this godsforsaken mountain.

Time suddenly returned to normal as the beast practically launched her back in the direction she came from and just barely avoiding the deathly tumble back down the mountain. Instead, her back slammed into an outcropping rock.

“S-Shit…” Judging by the pain shooting through her, things were definitely broken.

Had she been a little luckier with her landing, Gudunn could pushed herself up and cast a painkilling spell, but as things stood now, she’d have been lucky to keep conscious long enough to grab her sword.

As she slipped from consciousness, her last thoughts were how godsdamn lame dying to some misshaped troll was. 

[rpmemes-galore]

Galavant — Season 2   {Sentence Starters}

“Off with his shirt!“

“I smell back-story!“

“Settle down, tiny tot!”

“I honestly have no idea.“

“I can’t live like the fancy folk.“

“He dropped you like a plague rat.“

“Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer.“

“I’m sorry, I didn’t actually sleep very well.”

“Looks like we’re all together again. Lovely!”

“Please, you must save him. He’s my bestie.“

“The truth is, all I wanted was to come back to you.“

“Do you really want to die in a battle this ludicrous?“

“Reading’s for morons who can’t understand pictures.“

“Thank you very much. Here all week, unless I die. Thank you!“

“I’m just a girl standing front of a boy, over a dead body, asking him to like her.“

“I do not feel good! Is there a name for when you throw up through your nose?“

“Over the last months, I’ve watched you transform from a boob into a real man.”

“I can’t believe that’s the same guy who cried when he got jelly on his fancy pants!“

“You know us old school knights. We can really only express ourselves through tapestry.”

“Will I ever become a hero? Will I wed the girl I love? Am I going to get to touch her boobs?“

“You’re the love of my life and if we survive this, I want to marry you and I want to live by the sea.”

[vaememes]

✧     THE    VIKINGS    SENTENCE    PROMPTS    !   

*  A MIXTURE OF VIKINGS PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

‘ You’re crazy! You have the mind of a child. ‘

‘ We knew each other a long time. Since I was a boy. ‘

‘ I shall be an empty ship with no rudder set upon their endless sea. ‘

‘ My opinion is that we should take the land. ‘

‘ You are not like anybody else. Be yourself, [ NAME ]. ‘

‘ What are they doing? Where are they going? ‘

‘ Oh, you crippled bastard! You were right! You were right! ‘

‘ Oh, you bloody, mad genius. You were right! ‘

‘ Perhaps, instead of a narrow and small place, we should stretch the battlefield. ‘

‘ If it works, it is a good plan. If it doesn’t, then it is a bad plan. ‘

‘ If I do it it is for you, not for me. I am dead anyway. ‘

‘ Perhaps they will spare you. ‘

‘ So this is what the grunting of the little pigs was all about? ‘

‘ I’ve been told your god is a carpenter. And guess what? So am I. ‘

‘ No, it’s a truth. I just don’t know what the truth is. ‘

‘ I will establish the battle plans, and I will give the orders. Do you understand that? ‘

‘ You’re not behaving like a king anymore. ‘

‘ You’re distracted, you’re withdrawn, you seem unsure, hesitant. ‘

‘ Once you were firm, you were strong. ‘

‘ I have begun to believe that being firm and strong was the illusion. ‘

‘ I am unsure now because it is the most honest way to be. ‘

‘ Not in the face of a great heathen army that have come to destroy us. ‘

‘ I don’t remember you asking permission to kill my mother. ‘

‘ Us? You are no longer a part of us, [ NAME ]. ‘

‘ You should have killed him when you had the chance. ‘

‘ I have a bad feeling that he will reach more fame than any of you. ‘

‘ I’ve come here for justice. Everyone knows that you killed my mother for no reason. ‘

‘ I no longer know who I am, why I’m here, what my purpose is. ‘

‘ I feel like an empty vessel. I need something to fill me up. ‘

‘ He’s a viking. You made a huge mistake releasing him. ‘

‘ No more killing. Not in here, not in this place. I forbid it. ‘

‘ If you want to kill these people, you have to kill me first. ‘

‘ How the little piggies will grunt when they hear how the old boar suffered. ‘

‘ But don’t worry, I can see you [ NAME ]. I can see you. ‘

‘ Shut up and listen, idiot. You have many gifts, and anger is a gift. ‘

‘ You do not think like other men. You are unpredictable. That will serve you well. ‘

‘ You emerge from the womb with only one thing on your mind…how to die. ‘

‘ Oh, so you thought by killing all of my people, that was mutually beneficial? ’

‘ One woman against another. it doesn’t quite fit with your reputation. ‘

‘ The fact that you’re a woman is neither here nor there. ‘

‘ How long do you think you can keep us prisoner, traitor? ‘

‘ We left sixty ships outside your port, full of Vikings.  ‘

‘ Don’t you think they will come knocking soon if we don’t return? ‘

‘ How do we know that we are going the right direction? ‘

‘ Once you realize that, that is when greatness will happen. ‘

‘ I bet you wish you would’ve killed me when I was born. ‘

‘ Your mistakes are yours, and so are your successes.. ‘

‘ Then tell me this, what calamity will befall us? ‘

‘ You are not my brother. You never have been. One of us will die today. ‘

‘ I chose you as my companion. I accept that you might not love me. ‘

‘ I know that my being the son of [ NAME ] has little meaning to you. ‘

‘ Everything has changed, for both of us. You must get used to it. ‘

‘ Yes we had an alliance, as equals, but as you can plainly see we are no longer equals. ‘

‘ You know this weakens you. This weakens you in every way. ‘

‘ What have I done to you? I haven’t done anything to you. I love you. ‘

‘ How can you love me when you sleep with every woman in [ PLACE ]? ‘

‘ The space between life and death. That’s where we are the most alive. ‘

‘ When everyone wanted you dead, I kept you alive. You hurt me, brother. ‘

‘ You’ve never spoken to me of [ NAME ] death. It must have broken your heart. ‘

‘ Come to me and I will put an end to your suffering and heal you… and make you free. ‘

‘ I would never give you any cause to kill me. ‘

‘ You’re free to go with her. I won’t be jealous.  ‘

‘ Why didn’t they hide you better from such innocent eyes? ‘

‘ It’s about loyalty. And trust. Something you can’t understand. ‘

‘ If you were free to choose, what would give you the most pleasure and satisfaction? ‘

‘ You were incapacitated, I thought it was the right thing to do. ‘

‘ You betrayed me. You betrayed my trust and my love for you. ‘

‘ I thought it was power that I wanted, it’s not true. All I ever really wanted was you. ‘

‘ I don’t know you and you don’t know me, yet I want to tell you my most terrible secrets. ‘

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whatdosendhelp

“Because I live here, you twit– did you think of that?”

It was the truth– Al had been staying in Dawnstar for over a year, now. That grimy little inn was the closest thing to a home he had had in a long time. “I am plenty familiar with the area– sorry that I am not Nord enough for your liking, but I know my way around. Are you so desperate for coin that you will attack random passerby in hopes that there might be a bounty on their head?”

“You make it sound bad when ya say it like that.” It wasn’t completely wrong, though. Gudunn had spent her entire time in Skyrim either training or hunting for gold, and the best way to accomplish both at once was taking bounties. So what if she got a little proactive every now and then? 

Though, as Gudunn looked back on how the fight unfolded, things really didn’t look good for her. She was going to admit that, though. That’d just be letting him win.

“Well, how was s’posed to know you lived here? Nobody lives all the way up here.”

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azurasblacksheep

The woman, blood smeared all over her armor, slurred something out, thick Nordic accent distorting her words. Gilmyn screwed his face up, barely able to make out a few words of Tamrielic. Something about an apology (which he didn’t accept), and about whether he was an inn (which he was sure he wasn’t, thank you very much).

“No - wait, shit! Not on me, I just got this cleaned!” He barely managed to drop the breastplates before the woman tipped forwards, bloodstained face smearing onto his shirt. Shit, this Nord was heavy, even without the armor. He nearly fell over from the sudden weight, but managed to keep his footing by looping his arms under hers. The bag the woman had been holding fell with a soft squish by his feet, releasing the unmistakable tang of blood in the air.

Shit. Thank fuck the guards weren’t around, or he’d be arrested for attempted murder on the spot. Gilmyn glanced left and right, cursing his current predicament. Sure, she was a Nord, but he couldn’t just leave her here to die…he’d get implicated, sooner or later.

After stacking the breastplates and the bloody bag on the woman’s unconscious form, he hoisted her legs and began dragging her in the direction of the Grey Quarter. There were bandages there, and some salve left from Swift’s last accident with a falling roof.

“You owe me big for this,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

For someone adept in restoration magic, Gudunn had found herself on deaths door far too many times. Granted, the Nord had managed to bring herself back from the brink most of the time, but it was obvious she overestimated her skills far too often. This situation being the perfect example.

“Kyne-damned falmer...” Gudunn groaned, eyes blinking as they slowly adjusted to her poorly lit surroundings. How in Jhunal’s name did she get here? Last she could remember, she was trying to rent a room in the inn. What kind of shitty inn would have all this junk in a guests room? 

Gudunn attempted to push herself upright before wincing and falling back onto the bed, looking down at the blood soaked bandages wrapped around her.

Right, injured.

Gudunn struggled to push herself upright, eventually managing to prop herself up against the wall. Finally, the Nord began casting restoration spells on herself, managing to close up most of her major wounds and probably stop any internal bleeding.

Finishing off with a painkilling spell, Gudunn sighed in relief as she pushed herself out of the bed, only now finally noticing the elf sitting by the fire.

“Hey, you.” Gudunn called over to them as she ripped most of the bandages off of her arms. “You the innkeeper or something? What’d ya do with my stuff?”

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@liliqus​

Gudunn was pissed.

As usual, the Nord was strapped for gold. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, but lately she was having ‘issues’ with her creditors. It took over a week for her to find some sort of job, and when a bounty was finally posted, it’s just some goddamn pest control on top of a mountain. 

Who even gives a shit about some stupid troll sightings all the way up there anyway? 

It took almost half a day, but Gudunn eventually made her the way up to the summit of the mountain, all without finding a single troll. The situation seemed like a good enough reason for her to be a little angry.

How in Oblivion is the job supposed to be done when the Kyne-damned beasts aren’t even really here?

Fortunately, Gudunn’s anger partially subsided the moment she saw the white hairy figure standing in the moonlight. It seemed a little different than most trolls she’s seen, but she wasn’t going to be picky. As long as she brought a troll-like pelt back to town, she’d consider the job done.

Without wasting any time, Gudunn pulled her greatsword from her back and charged forward, aiming for a clean slice through the beasts torso.

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20

If you’ve ever had a near-death experience, describe what happened and what you saw/experienced.

“I take bounties for a living, I’ve almost died more times than I can count. Ya can’t expect me to remember all of em.” Gudunn said, attempting to shrug off the rest of the question. Finally, after a long and awkward silence the Nord sighed and continued her answer.

“Guess there’s one that sticks out in my mind. Back when I was small, my father taught me some magic. Nothin’ major, just some healing magic. He saw how well I was doin’ with that, so he tried to move on to conjuring flames. Ma didn’t want us setting the shack on fire, so he snuck us into a nearby farm so we could set up some dummies.”

Abruptly, Gudunn scowled and huffed as she pushed herself out of her seat. “This is stupid, why would you care about this stuff? It ain’t like it matters, nobody died that day.”

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18

18. Do you believe the dead ever come back to walk the earth?

“Ye’re joking, right? You know how many draugr an’ necromancers I’ve fought ever since I came to Skyrim? Jhunal, You’d have to be insane not to believe that the dead can still be a nuisance. What kinda question is this?”

[horrificmemes]

Ask My Muse About Death

Send my muse one or a few of these questions (all of them related to death, life after death, etc. so please read with that warning in mind)

Have you ever come close to dying?

What do you think is the worst possible way to die?

Do you think there’s life after death?

If you were reborn as someone/something new, who or what would you want to be?

If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you?

Have you ever taken someone’s life?

Are you afraid of dying?

Do you ever wish you were immortal?

If you are immortal, do you ever wish you were mortal instead?

Name one (or a few) people in your life whose death would ruin you.

Who do you think would miss you most if you were gone?

Name one person you’d protect even if it meant sacrificing yourself.

If you had to choose a way to die, what would you choose?

Have you ever seen someone die (but you didn’t cause it)?

Has someone ever tried to severely hurt you?

Could you kill someone if it meant protecting yourself or someone else?

If you could meet someone who has died, who would it be?

Do you believe the dead ever come back to walk the earth?

Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?

If you’ve ever had a near-death experience, describe what happened and what you saw/experienced.

BONUS: FOR UNDEAD/SPOOKY MUSES

How did you die?

What’s the last thing you remember before death?

Is the afterlife/undeath exactly as you pictured it to be?

What do you consider yourself (ghost, zombie, spirit, etc.)?

Do you wish you were alive and mortal again?

Was death frightening to you?

What have you learned since your death?

When you meet living people, are they afraid of you?

If you could be brought back to life, would you accept?

Did you return for a reason?