don't wake me I'm not dreaming

e c t h a e n resurrected snow elf. vaermina's mantle. private mutual rp only.

[darrenjolras]

NFWMB - hozier

[the-mundus-forums]

Announcing the DECEMBER 14th opening of the Mundus TES RP Forums!

What is the Mundus?

The Mundus is a selective, lore-intensive Elder Scrolls Roleplay Forum. This forum operates a bit as a collaborative project; it is a shared universe or shared canon, however you prefer to consider it (and thus, by definition, entirely singleverse). Every interaction and every event, every impact your decisions make on the world around you, is canon and can have lasting effects on this version of Tamriel. Here, we encourage individual creativity, worldbuilding, novel ideas and unique characters. Any and all characters from all walks of life are more than welcome, from the simple blacksmith to a past Emperor of Cyrodiil. Having a variety among characters allows the world to be multi-faceted and is more fun for everyone.

What are the features of the forum?

The Mundus spans throughout all eras of The Elder Scrolls timeline, allowing you to write in any point of history that your characters may have been around for. There are sub-forums for the Second Era, the Third Era, the Early Fourth Era and the Late Fourth Era. A First Era sub-forum can be made if there is demand for it.

It also features an events section, where players can - with having presented the idea to the rest of the forum members and gotten approval - create events that are not necessarily canon to the Elder Scrolls but are canon to this universe and affect all characters involved. Events have different tiers of scope, from events that affect only a small handful of characters to ones that affect everyone. 

There’s other fun stuff as well; a section for sharing art and writing, a section where a meme is posted weekly for everyone to answer for their characters, one for unique lore and headcanons, and more!

And of course there are character bio pages. 

What are you looking for in a character?

Originality. With the cast of characters that we have, there is little that could be considered too outlandish for these forums. What we aren’t looking for are characters who are incredibly overpowered - this isn’t to say that characters with power aren’t welcome, but characters who are the head of the thieves guild and the dark brotherhood and are a part of the College of Winterhold, for example, won’t find a place among this cast. The Elder Scrolls is a series with literal centuries worth of lore to take advantage of and expand upon outside of what’s explicitly shown in the games; be creative!

Applications will open Friday, December 14th*

For more information, please see the Terms of Service. Also feel free to take a look around the forum, but note that not all sections are visible to non-accepted users.

*Technically you can apply before then, but no applications will be accepted until the 14th.

[wraithgarden]

a bit wonky but here is some very soft, fashionable snelf times with ecthaen

[varondiil]

— everyone pls I beg of u look at Varondil’s boyfriend he’s so gORGEOUS I’M CRYIN…..

[xvaermina]

[ Varondil PLEASE ]

[aldmerii-blog]

|| abc’s of skyrim | a is for

Auri-El, King of the Aldmer, is the elven variant of Akatosh. Auri-El is the soul of Anui-El, who, in turn, is the soul of Anu the Everything. He is the chief of most Aldmeri pantheons. When he formed, time began. [x]

[kylebonallo]

by Kyle Bonallo (Instagram)

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My private haunting.

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[xvaermina]

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I. Lavender

    Ecthaen turned at the sound of Varondil’s voice floating through the dining room threshold. Nymhe trailed behind him carrying various breakfast foods on a few precariously balanced platters. He chatted away enthusiastically with Varondil, smiling and commenting when appropriate as they prepared.  He idly helped set things up as they preferred to now, all clustered at one end of the long white oak table.

   After a few heartbeats, Ecthaen realized he could not understand what was being said. At first he assumed them to be speaking in another language, little sense as it made in retrospect. He tilted his head, trying to concentrate on the words they spoke, but they sounded far away, distorted. They became harder to see as well, as if his eyes were brimming with tears. Unconsciously he lifted a hand to feel for wetness, yet found none.

    A voice not belonging to Nymhe nor Varondil whispered behind him, the cool chill brushing the back of his neck. When he turned, only the large bay window overlooking the mountains met him. It continued to murmur, beckoning him to nowhere in particular. Ecthean kept silent, looking out at the Druadach Mountains as if they held the answers he sought. The whispers echoed back instead, promising things Ecthaen could not put into words and could barely comprehend. There was motion, oil painting-like images passing through his thoughts. A series of bubbling rivers through the mountain range sprawling beyond the Forgotten Vale, teeming with roes and salmon. There was a spriggan somewhere near it, and yet there wasn’t. The image of a hunter curled up into their bedroll came before him, as they avoided the rays of the rising sun and rolled over in their sleep. The spriggan reappeared, oozing a green sap that scorched the earth below it, but was within the hunter and not a part of reality. Ecthaen could not understand how he knew this as he continued to look. The hunter whimpered in their sleep before bolting upright, and the image vanished.

   Colors, figures, and visions of a thousand different moments of this kind assaulted him. A farmer’s crops wilting while their cattle rotted away, a fire ripping through the small town several miles away but centered around one small boy, a woman grasping at her mouth as her teeth clinked into the water basin below her, the shrill cry of a rabid wolf and feet stumbling through the snow. In between these flashes, a single throne unoccupied sat nestled in thorns and a forever burning violet flame hovered above it. The whispers became louder, and louder, until it shrieked something so terrible Ecthaen thought he may be deafened forever. Then—

It disappeared.

    He was standing where reality had left him, on the other side of the dining room table, staring out at the mountains, saying nothing.

“—thaen?”

Dread swarmed him, yet a comfort in the voice he had heard left the fear displaced and familiar, as if he wasn’t meant to truly be frightened by it. A premonition. An agreement.

“Ecthaen? Are you well?”

Ecthaen tore his eyes from the window and was met with Varondil’s soft expression, a hand on his shoulder. Why?

“What?”

“Do you need to rest awhile longer, are you well?” Varondil said firmly, repeating his statement.

Ecthaen paused for a moment, brows only knitted in the slightest against his normally neutral expression.

“No, I was…” He tried to keep his phrasing simple, knowing there was a chance Varondil might not understand him properly from the language barrier. “Admiring the view. The sunrise on the mountains is rather beautiful.”

Varondil gave Ecthaen a look he couldn’t quite decipher. A breath later the pleasant smile returned, and he gingerly squeezed Ecthaen’s shoulder. “It is, is it not? We are ready for breakfast when you are, though, if you can tear your eyes away from the sunrise.”

   As Varondil walked over to take a seat, Nymhe opposite him with confusion on his boyish features, Ecthaen struggled to not linger on him. Perhaps he was unwell indeed. The past few months of travelling with Ruma and taking residence within the chantry had been stressful. Many times his fellow soldiers complained of seeing figures in the dark where there were none, or omens settled ominously into their regular dreaming. ‘Such weight one carries on one’s shoulders when a sword rests in their hand’ Luthien had said to him once after they had spent two full nights slaughtering Atmorans. They did not sleep for many days afterwards, and Ecthaen remembered the twinge of madness they all carried close to their hearts by the end of it.

  He ignored the slight ache in his chest at the thought of her, and sat down at the table. This would all pass, eventually.

[requiem-on-water]

Purple Haze by D L Ennis

[xvaermina]

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? // 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 

Ecthaen loved his father. Near the end, after his mother was struck down by Atmorans, he was a shell of himself. Ecthaen wasn’t entirely sure how to deal with it himself, let alone comfort his father. It was an unfortunate growing apart. After he left for the militia, going home seemed less and less of a good idea. 

Sintaen was, in all sense of the word, warmhearted. He was often busy, either following his dreams of being a bard or later on taking on squire-like duties for local nobles, so time spent with him was made to feel important. The most notable thing they did together was share their love of music. Ecthaen learned lute and some harp from his father before he got more serious about it.

Influence wise isn’t very noticeable, much to Ecthaen’s friends’ chagrin. They’re different in personality almost entirely, but the music they both made often has the same quality to it.

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

It depends in what sort of way, but he’s good at imagining how things will sound, or how he thinks they should. Audio recall is quite easy for him, often using it to find similar patterns in music or to try to learn something by ear. Visual things, or scenarios, not as much. There have been times in his life where he imagined places far away from the war, but tried not to dwell on them, as it made things more difficult.

Many of his episodes, as he begins mantling, have a daydream-like quality to them, but they’re more so visions and omens than his own creation. 

[painted-bees]

Send me some for character solidifying!

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1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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[wraithgarden]

when you’re beautiful but also terrible because you’re vaermina’s mantle

[bitterballin]

My body is my temple. Ancient and crumbling. Probably cursed and haunted.

[narikkaphoto-deactivated2021082]

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[ladynerevar]

Explorers travel often to Old Atmora, hoping to find fame and riches in the always-winter. Instead, they inevitably discover that the cradle of man is home only to ghosts and the bones of glory. 

[lsleofskye]