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Shadows of Summerset
Indie TES OC Solurion Sercenaran, Altmer/Ayleid Psijic, vampire, and healer. Semi-selective; Mun/muse 21+ Penned by Inkwell
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scholere:
Ah, a soul that does not dawdle. A refreshing turn, and something to appreciate. Tip-toeing around the condition has grown tiring.
❝ An astute observation. I am far from home and kin, but I would prefer to keep their names to myself. What you need to know is I have no ill-intentions - - aid is what I offer. ❞ He eyes the other’s armor, picking apart details and comparing them to what he has heard of the reborn hunters. ❝ You wear the gear of vampire hunters, yes? ❞
Ironic, his thinks. A familiar path.
❝ I heard rumors. Are vampires plaguing Skyrim once more? And if so, I would like to join the fight against them. I do not want to see the sacrifices of the past go to waste. ❞
The old mer frowned, an ear flicking as a cold, icy wind brushed over his nose. It was a blessing and a curse to have met this odd vampire so far from a city: while he could freely speak of their shared condition, there would be no help if the mer decided to turn on him, if this was all some ploy to endanger both the Dawnguard’s mission, or Solurion himself. He shifted where he stood, adjusting the grip on his staff, nodding slowly with the other’s words.
He gave a nervous half-grin, still not sure whether he could trust this stranger. Still, he nodded, a hand rising to his chest. “I am supposed to be wearing it. If I am not, no one has told me yet-- blindness, you see.” He gestured to his eyes, the unnatural glow of his affliction nearly hidden by a millennia-old mist.
He frowned, shaking his head with a sigh. “It is, yes-- my granddaughter helped when Skyrim was last under such a threat; not that it matters to this young Dawnguard. They barely tolerate me, but I can take you to them.” He quirked a silver brow at the other vampire, only nodding his head.
“I am Solurion Sercenaran. You do not have to tell me what clan you are from, but may I know your name?
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He bristled at the answer, shoulders drawing near to his ears as he turned to the shorter mer, lips drawn to a thin line under his beard. The voice was almost familiar, heard centuries ago when visiting his granddaughter in High Rock. Still, he was old, and the familiarity likely only his imagination-- perhaps a coincidence, or perhaps a trick by the other vampire to goad the old Psijic into lowering his guard. He drew a short breath of long-unbroken habit and nodded slowly, a hand rising to pull his beard absently. “Whispers from ravens?” he asked, an ear flicking as he turned his head, the heavy armor of the Dawnguard clinking with each movement.
He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders as he gazed down, his expression impassive, his milky eyes not quite meeting the stranger’s. “I suppose there’s no use in trying to hide what I am, then,” he said slowly. “You do no seem like you are from any local bloodline. What are you doing here in Skyrim, and what is it you need?”
@dawnguardxd / @dragxnsfire: ❛ How would you know ? ❜
❝ Whispers from ravens. ❞ A tease but his face remains stoic, the only evidence being a tone of voice. ❝ Ears and eyes are everywhere, and they tell me what I need to know. Is that a sufficient answer? ❞
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dalamusrex:
Dalamus swallowed, his posture rigid, his thoughts chaos. He remembered the sensations, as fresh in his mind as they were. The tightening of his chest, his throat, the burning.
Someone brushed past them to get to the stairs, the jostle pulling Dalamus from his mind and back into the present. He immediately drew in some breath to reassure himself he was alright, despite not needing the breath at all. He then cleared his throat as if it would somehow convince the other mer that had not just been panicking.
“No, I… It is fine. I simply, I have not had to confront it so directly thus far. I… Well, I died. And I felt every second of it. And I woke to magic being used on me. And I suddenly had to readjust my lifestyle again. The first time I turned.. I was unconscious when the transition took place. I was too consumed by Thirst to even think about it until I had killed and fed… So this was the first time truly.. feeling it. And feeling the difference when I woke up.
“I suppose I better understand why other vampires are so resistant. It is gutting to wake up to a part of your being feeling.. not just changed, but missing. A strange hollowness on the inside that I suppose I had become used to but am now confronting again, and do not know how to reconcile with.”
Solurion sighed, lips drawing to a thin line under his beard, only relaxing his expression when he felt his elongated teeth dig into his lower jaw. While there was no heartbeat to listen to, nor any breaths to measure, the other mer had surely been startled— after all, most transformations were far from clean, nor were they easy. He glares after the passer-by who had so clumsily stumbled into the pair, his ears flicking back as his lip quirked in something not unlike a growl.
Still, he kept his peace and allowed the moment to pass, turning a worried glance to the air just above the younger vampire’s head. “You were thinking about your turning,” he said quietly, a statement, and not a question. He looked around for a moment and, with the end of his staff leading the way, beckoned the shorter elf to join him in a small alcove away from prying eyes.
“My trip to Elgrim can wait,” he said, his voice gentle from years of practice with his grandchildren and many apprentices. “It is difficult, realizing what you’ve become after you have become, well, this. I remember the feeling well— after my own transformation.” He grimaced, shaking his head as he leaned his staff against the wall. “But I am sorry for using my magic around you, for bringing back those bad memories.”
The old mer frowned, nodding slowly as he pulled his beard, milky eyes distant in memory. Above them, life in the city continued, entirely unaware of the two vampires just below their feet. “You feel empty, like a piece of your soul has been carved out and taken.” He closed his eyes, drawing in a deep, if unnecessary breath. “But your vampirism does not define the kind of person you are.”
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dalamusrex:
Dalamus suppressed his chuckle, but could not restrain the smirk that appeared at Solurion’s words. So he did know who Elgrim was. Tension now cut with the humor, Dalamus allowed himself to relax, and nodded in agreement. “I have a feeling Elgrim only gets away with his atrocious attitude thanks to his age. Why is it that mortals get a pass at old age, hm? At least his wife is pleasant to speak to.”
Dalamus began slowly towards the other side of the market, keeping an eye on the other mer should he need any additional help. Even for one who was not blind, cities were not always easy to navigate. “I would imagine so. Uneven footing, crowds and stairs are a terrible combination.”
Now nearing the stairs, Dalamus noticed the restraint of the other mer. Concentration, perhaps. Using his other senses to better navigate? Or was it through magic? The uttered words caught Dalamus off guard, and for a moment he feared Solurion was conjuring a spell. Never mind the fact that they would likely get in trouble, Dalamus was mostly worried for his own safety.
Thankfully, no magic came, and afterwards Solurion seemed calmer–or at least less distracted. But the next words that came from his mouth formed the question that Dalamus was dreading. Ears swiveled backwards as he recalled the painful, recent memories. It was not even the turning that bothered him. Being a vampire again was not so bad. It was.. everything else…
“Ah.. well… I was. For several weeks, I adjusted to being mortal, with the help of friends. And for months, I lived as a mortal. I rather enjoyed it. So many foods, and activities I could not indulge in before. But then.. it just… I…”
It was not far from here. Just a few steps away was where he had collapsed. Dalamus swallowed, eyes unfocusing. Usually so composed and articulate, to see him trail off and fall silent was concerning. His heart could not race but the tightness was there. He swallowed again as a lump formed. Not this. Not here…
Despite his current situation-- the unease that came from visiting a large city, the temptation of his own hunger-- he couldn’t help but laugh, bringing his free hand to cover a small smirk at the other vampire’s observation. “Amazing, is it not? And yet we have to maintain our manners at all times; not dissimilar from my youth on Summerset, I suppose.” He nodded absently, using the end of his staff, a long, silvery-lacquered stick with a shape like an eye at the head, to try to make sense of the rough streets.Mysticism had never been his strong suit, but perhaps it would be worth it to use just a bit of his old magic to find his way to the apothecary. “It is a horrid combination; and it was far worse when I lived in Lillandril, or when I visited my cousin in Elden Root. You do not know fear until you almost walk off the bough of a graht-oak.” He tried to chuckle at his own bad luck, but it was thin as he tried to focus on finding the stairs.
The mage frowned as he looked down to Dalamus, his ears flicking back in concern. There was a sudden burst of energy, one that often came with great emotion-- anger, joy, or fear. Was it the magic that set the mer ill at ease? “Forgive me,” he said slowly, dipping his head, a curtain of silver hair falling before his eyes. “I was beginning to feel, ah, hungry. Reciting a few rites from my old teachings helps me concentrate on something else, at least until I am able to take care of the problem.”
He sighed, brows creasing in worry as he made note once more of Dalamus’s changed aura. Indeed, it was as dead as his own, the chains of Coldharbor once more clinging tightly to them both. “You do not have to to relive it if you do not want to,” he said quietly. “I miss my mortality every day. But I have found meaning in this extended existence.” He drew in a sharp, but unnecessary, breath at the sudden anxiety from the other vampire. “Dalamus?” he asked quickly, prepared to help steady the younger mer. “Is everything alright?”
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“ i enjoy talking to you. your mind appeals to me. ” ;; from nir
The old vampire’s silver brows flicked up as he set his staff aside, his head canting as he crossed one leg over the other. While he was unable to enter cities on normal occasions, it was just as pleasant to sit beside a creek, listening to the babbling of the water over the smoothed stones in the riverbed, and the chirping of birds in the trees. Solurion sighed, tilting his head up to the canopy of the forest, a small smile pulling his lips under his beard. “Well... thank you,” he said with a soft laugh. “I don’t believe anyone has said something like that in an era... perhaps not since my husband passed.”
He glanced down to the snow elf, running his hand over the rough stone he sat on. “Many of the Dawnguard are interested in my mind, though it is... different; they only want me to teach them Restoration. It is good to speak to someone who sees me as more than a walking spell book-- though I suppose you would receive the same treatment, given your knowledge of Auri-El’s bow.”
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** platonic / familial sentence starters.
“ i enjoy talking to you. your mind appeals to me. ”
“ if you live to be a hundred, i want to live a hundred minus one day so i would never have to live a day without you. ”
“ i could listen to you ramble all day. ”
“ everything that happens it better when you’re here. ”
“ don’t you read your messages ? we have a friend emergency. ”
“ if you called at 3am, i’d always answer. ”
“ i’ll bring you tea with honey. i know that always makes you feel better. ”
“ i brought sweets and chocolate. ”
“ just get in the pillow fort, okay ? ”
“ i cooked it for you. it may not be edible, but it’s the thought, right ? ”
“ come for a drive with me ? i need to clear my head. ”
“ your mom let me in. ”
“ i made you pancakes to cheer you up. ”
“ sometimes i want to punch you in the throat. but i love you. ”
“ i missed you. ”
“ remind me why we decided this was a good idea ? ”
“ i heard you crying through the door. everything okay ? ”
“ they don’t deserve someone as amazing as you. ”
“ tell me words of encouragement so i don’t murder someone. ”
“ it’s my job to take care of you. ”
“ family isn’t always who you’re born with. it’s also who you’d die for. ”
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⊱simple introduction starters⊰
❝what are you doing here?❞
❝you’re going to hurt yourself, let me help you.❞
❝why are you staring at me?❞
❝if you didn’t want to talk to me, you could’ve just said so.❞
❝i think you dropped this.❞
❝here, i’ll pay for that.❞
❝so i assume you’re the one everyone’s talking about.❞
❝that outfit looks nice on you, where’d you get it?❞
❝why are you doing this?❞
❝so that looks dangerous… want to try it?❞
❝you’re going to do WHAT with WHAT?❞
❝can you help me grab this?❞
❝don’t talk to me until i’ve had my coffee. thanks.❞
❝that was possibly the weirdest thing i’ve ever seen.❞
❝you have the prettiest smile i’ve seen all day.❞
❝do i have anything on my shirt?❞
❝are you waiting for an interview too?❞
❝is this seat saved for anyone?❞
❝i’ve never been here before, it’s beautiful.❞
❝do you know the directions to (location)?❞
❝so how long have you been working here?❞
❝how many of those have you had?❞
❝i’m not suppose to talk to strangers.❞
❝you’ll be ok, i promise.❞
❝can you hear me?❞
❝i think you’re on my foot…❞
❝i guess you’re stuck with me ‘til the elevator starts working.❞
❝could you POSSIBLY get more annoying?❞
❝i have several questions, first off WHY?❞
❝why would you do that?“
❝i think that guy is giving you a weird look.❞
❝hey are you ok?❞
❝do you live here?❞
❝are you third-wheeling too?❞
❝why are like this?❞
❝who did this to you?❞
❝who told you that?❞
❝why are you following me?❞
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angsty parent / child starters
as requested. For muses of any age, for found families or blood families. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !
parent
“You’ll always be my little baby…”
“I know I’m not the greatest mom/dad/parent, but I’ve always done my best.”
“It’s supposed to be this way. A parent shouldn’t outlive their kid.”
“Will you just listen to me for once?”
“I never could stand to see you cry…”
“You’ll be fine without me. You’re strong.” / “I’ve taught you everything I know.”
“I lied to protect you!”
“I’m sorry… I passed my problems onto you when I was supposed to fix them.”
“I raised you better than this.”
“You used to babble about your day at school for hours, and now I can’t get you to say more than two words to me.”
“Why can’t you be more like your sister/brother/sibling?”
“I know best.” / “You’re young; you don’t understand.”
“Where do you think you’re going, young lady/man/etc.?”
“I’ve always loved you like my own.”
“You’re growing up too fast.”
child
“Where are you going?”
“Mom/dad/parent… I’m okay…”
“Do not go gentle into that good night.”
“Remember when you used to read me bedtime stories/sing to me/etc.? I miss that…”
“I’m not ready for you to go.”
“Didn’t you think I could handle the truth?!”
“You’re supposed to make my life EASIER, not harder.”
“You didn’t raise me.”
“Why wasn’t I ever good enough to be your daughter/son/child?”
“Just because you gave me life, it doesn’t mean you know anything about me.”
“Will you stop comparing me to sister/brother/sibling?!”
“You’re old; you don’t understand.”
“I’m running away!”
“YOU’RE NOT MY REAL MOM/DAD/PARENT!”
“It’s my turn to take care of you.”
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He’d believed himself the only explorer in the old archives, wandering the hallways half-blind, half-awake after nights and days spent researching, desperately trying to keep the darkness at bay— but it was to no avail. No restorative spell would give him back his sight, and it was only a matter of time before it was gone entirely. He froze as he heard the voice echoing through the hall, desperately looking every which way, the arcane vision of his ancestors confusing where it had once complimented his sight.
A chill ran up his spine, and he briefly considered turning tail and fleeing the old, ruined archives entirely. Still, though he had been in Lillandril of late, caring for his young daughter, he still had duties to Ceporah Tower; the Ritemaster would be disappointed indeed if he failed to care for the younger members of their Order.
He carefully stepped into a new room, one with a distinctly living aura within. “Mannimarco?” he called, steeling his courage, though a new, putrid smell filled his nose, making him want to retch. “What in Xarxes’s name are you doing in here? This area is off-limits— you know that.”
𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙋 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙀 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙂𝙊 𝙏𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙎: false holiness [ . . . ] a third eye opening, yet ever-blind. with carrion flowers, putrid, rotting, blooming over the gravestones. lesser men would crinkle their noses at the scent of this place, but he simply stood & waited. death & stink being nothing being familiarities. ALMOST AS FAMILIAR AS A MOTHER'S EMBRACE.
" 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 & 𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 ?? 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝙾𝚃. " / @dawnguardxd
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dalamusrex:
It was certainly a strange feeling to be back to his old self and yet having to unlearn his mortal limits and habits. Everything was still a bit too sharp in his eyes, a bit too loud in his ears, but gradually he was acclimating. He just.. had to stop thinking about what he had lost–the enjoyment of food, of a pleasant tiredness, of warmth…
His shoulder clipped another person, sending Dalamus off-balance. He had the state of mind to right himself before tumbling, and quickly swiveled around, prepared to apologize, but the other had already done so. Ah, Solurion.
This mer had been so happy to see him cured before. What would he think now that Dalamus’ vampirism was back? How would Dalamus justify it? Why should he have to justify it? He had barely managed to convince himself that the vampirism’s return was a good thing, yet he could not say he would go back to being mortal, either.
His shock and concern wearing off, Dalamus was finally able to answer his question. “An alchemist? Yes, Elgrim is who you seek. One must descend the stairs and walk along the canal to reach his shop. At the northern corner between the canal and docks. I can show you, if you wish.”
The Psijic-- former Psijic, he would have reminded himself-- gave the younger mer a quick nod, stopping just short of helping him right himself; after all, he was not nearly as graceful as he had once been, even with the heightened senses of a vampire. He frowned, leaning forward slightly as he gave the other’s aura a quick look-over. Everything seemed to be in order, or so it appeared; still, he’d distinctly remembered the news of this other vampire’s miraculous cure-- what could have happened to reverse it? He cleared his throat glancing toward the direction of the stale, stagnant waterway below the city’s streets. “Oh, yes, Elgrim. I always forget his name, though perhaps that is because he is a braggart, whose words far surpass his skill.” He chuckled to himself as he nodded. “I would like that, if it would not trouble you too much. This city is rather difficult to navigate, especially if one is blind.”
He sighed, folding his hands behind his back as he waited for the younger mer to show him the way, occaionally looking gazing over the crowd, studying each aura as he fought to maintain his control. Under his breath, he muttered what he remembered of Rites of Moawita; while he’d never formally preformed them, the words helped him focus on the temptation presented by a bustling city, the gnawing hunger that raged in the pit of his stomach. When it had calmed, he looked down to Dalamus, his head tilted.
“Forgive me for bringing it up, but... I’d believed you cured of this curse. I-- what happened?”
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As long as we’re sharing screenshots of our lads...
lovely screenshot by Ori’s and Nirilhe’s mun ;w;
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I don’t usually do this, but please reblog if you’re a TES roleplay blog. No activity requirement, because I’m not particularly “active” myself and can’t promise interaction any time soon, but I need more TES blogs on my dash. It’s so quiet and it’s bumming me out. I want to follow more TES people.
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> 𝙝𝙚𝙮! if you’re an active 𝙀𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙨 roleplayer, like / reblog this post? Morrowind, Oblivion, Skyrim, ESO; canon, oc; single muse, multimuse – everyone is included!
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The old elf’s ears flicked as he listened to the other, to the symphony of birds that twittered and sang in the treetops as night began to fall. He’d long left the warmth of Summerset’s evening hours, but those of Skyrim were pleasant in their own way-- save for the wretched cold. He gave Nirilhe a small smile, head ducking a bit, not unlike a child caught with the last sweetroll. “Yes, Ayleid,” he hummed, shifting a bit on the log the two occupied. “Rather, half-Ayleid. My mother was a descendant of one of the old kings-- Dynar of Nenalata. She left their refuge in Valenwood when she met my father, and lived in Summerset for the rest of her life.” He sighed and shook his head slowly. “Their marriage was frowned upon, but my father was low-born, and my mother of a dying people; there was no one to stop them.”
A frown curled his lips under his beard as he looked down to the smaller elf’s aura, a short breath filling his useless lungs out of old, unbroken habit. “Regardless of my involvement... it is alright to be upset about the situation. I cannot imagine any parent purposefully abandoning their child but--” He cut himself off with a scoff of disgust. “Oblivion take the wretch, then, if he did leave you. May Auri-El have mercy on him.” He gave a sharp shake of his head, though the angered tone did not remain long. Soon, he gave Nirilhe a half-smile. “Ah, yes. I might have guessed; your aura, your scent... you are very different from any person I have encountered.” He chuckled and shook his head once more with less vitrol, his wrath spent. “A Snow Elf and an Ayleid, both blind as a new born gryphon. What a pair we make.”
@dawnguardxd || here!!
“It’s not your fault he’s a fetcher,” he grumbles, resting his chin in his hand. He sat comfortably by the vampire, having grown used to him. If he could befriend Leondas, who had willingly chosen vampirism, why couldn’t he do the same for Solurion, who hadn’t chosen it?
Nirilhe starts at the larger mer’s final statement and turns his head to mimic looking up at him. “’Ayleid’?” he repeats, his voice dropping to a whisper as if they were surrounded by strangers. “I–I…suppose I shouldn’t act surprised that you’re an Ayleid when I’m a Snow Elf…”
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@dalamusrex | ❤'d for a starter!
The old vampire winced as he stepped out of the cool, shielding shade of Riften’s awnings into the bright summer sun. Once in his life, he would have appreciated the warmth of Magnus’s rays on his face, the musty smell of the humidity caused by the change of weather; as a vampire, it only added an inconvenience to an already arduous trip. Still, Fort Dawnguard needed supplies desperately, and he was the only member free-- not that Isran would have trusted him with any sort of crucial quest. Thus, he was sent to the nearest city to restock on the ingredients and tools they needed. With Grivasil tied at the city’s stables by a nervous-looking young Redgaurd, protesting all the while about being used as a common beast of burden, Solurion made his way into the gates.
So focused was he on remembering the ingredients-- mountain flower, glowing mushroom, imp stool, among them-- that he stumbled into a smaller person. As he righted himself, he gave the smaller aura an apologetic grimace; the younger mer was familiar. Familiar and a fellow vampire, though he’d believed the Dunmer cured. He swallowed a heavy knot in his throat and brushed his armor. “Ah, forgive me,” he said, giving the mer a deep bow. “We really mustn’t keep meeting like this. I could have sworn-- never mind.” He shook his head slowly. “Tell me, is there an alchemist in this town? The Dawnguard sent me to restock; this is one of the few missions they trust me to complete on my own.” He scoffed and shook his head, but nonetheless tried to remain cordial. After all, it would not do for another vampire, a more powerful one, to find him suspicious.
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