#Idolaf Battle-Born
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Character Study: Idolaf Battle-Born
Because I'm tired of seeing how quickly people kill him off, let's see if I can get myself to understand why you would OR show you why you shouldn't.
Feel free to request a character study in my ask box! It will help me keep track of them!
Neurological traits & Personality
There's a good chance he's neurodivergent, please bare with as I'm using my own experiences with this.
This isn't to say this is how all ND people act, although I shouldn't have to clarify that
He has a strong sense of justice - we see this with the imperial legion, he's a very strong supporter
He seems to lack the ability to feel empathy - eg. When talking to Fralia at the market (this isn't to say this applies to all ND people, as some experience quite the opposite)
While this could be just the voice acting, his voice lacks emotion (which i personally struggle with)
He doesn't actually seem to hate the Gray-Manes, only their choice in support. There's no dialogue in game where he insults or "drags" any of the family members. While yes, he can say he wants to throw Avulstein in jail, this can be linked back to the strong sense of justice
THORALD!!! He was looking into it himself, and if your speech is high enough you can persuade him to tell you. While his reasoning is blurry, it can be presumed he asked about because of concern. He mentions that they used to be friends, no doubt close too.
He knew the risks of asking about him, and he tells us he was told to mind his business but kept pushing for an answer
He believes letting the Gray-Manes think Thorald died would've been easier than telling them that no, he's alive, held captive by the Thalmor, in a place where you don't ever come out, and probably being tortured. - sense of Justice AGAIN
He gives you the letter anyway, too!
The market scene reinforces the lack of empathy theory, and the strong sense of justice, because he clearly cared enough about Thorald to go asking about him, had his answers (worse case scenario ones too) and came to the conclusion she was better off not knowing.
I think people tend to forget he grew up around the Gray-Manes too, so he's going to know their character alot better than the DB ever will.
Fralia already seems heartbroken over him going missing, which is probably why he made the decision not to tell her.
Often considered prideful, for example - would rather bend his knee to Ulfric than ask Eorlund for help. Again though, he grew up with the Gray-Manes and so them not picking the same side he did probably hurt like a bitch. (Sense of justiceeee)
Parenting
This part is the only part where I can fully understand why people may not like him as Lars is still being bullied.
There may be multiple reasons for this
Lars hasn't told him - very unlikely though since Alfhild (Idolafs wife) knows about it but he may just be closer with her
Has a more traditional approach to it, and tries to get him to stand up to her, which is most likely as it seems to be a common theme throughout Nords in general that you handle your own problems.
He has spoken to Armen and/or Sapphia about Braiths behaviour, but nothing came of it. Which to be fair is also a decent possibility, as someone who has been bullied most of my school life, typically parental intervention never really helps 💀
Other than that, he seems to try a decent amount. He tries to keep Lars out of trouble with the guards (climbing Dragonsreach cannot be legal 💀🤣), and Lars is outside most of the day too so he probably encourages him to play with the other kids in the hold. (Maybe not braith but yknow)
Anyway, if there's something I've missed feel free to leave a reply, I'm happy to try and explain them some more! :> not that I'm expecting anyone to see this like who actually scrolls Idolaf's tag 💀
Me, I do :)
#Idolaf Battle-Born#skyrim#whiterun#i think he's very overlooked and hated#especially after that market scene#rambles#Rexus' Character Study
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Morana: *staring at the gates of Whiterun from the stables, noticeably maskless and anxious*
Xelzaz: *was unable to find her mask in the river* And so come the consequences of your own actions.
Morana: Shut up..
Kaidan: *worried* We don't have to go into Whiterun today, Morana. We can put it off until we can get you a replacement.
Morana: *frowning as she writes in her notebook, mouthing the words while she does* We have stuff we need to do in Whiterun. Getting another mask will take too much time.
Inigo: ... It is strange seeing how you act under the mask, my friend. Not unwelcome, but unfamiliar.
Morana: Oh. *turns to Inigo* Do I make a lot of faces? I'm sorry, I'm not used to having to manage my expression..
Inigo: Hehe, it is fine.
Morana: .. Let's just go. Get this over with and get out of the city before too many people notice.
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Team Dragonborn: *walking past the city guards at the gates*
Whiterun Guard: *nods at them as they pass into the city*
Whiterun Guard (2): ... Hey, that was the Dragonborn's group, wasn't it? I didn't see her.
Whiterun Guard: D'you think something happened?
Whiterun Guard (2): And who was that Dark Elf with them? Had a sick look about her.
Whiterun Guard: Maybe they're escorting her to the Temple of Kynareth. They do those sorts of odd jobs often enough.
Whiterun Guard (2): Ah, maybe.
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Immediately after they walk through the city gates
Idolaf: Hm? Oh, it's you lot again.
Kaidan: Idolaf.
Idolaf: Who's this?
Morana: *trying to walk past Idolaf without having to speak to him*
Idolaf: *stepping in front of her* I asked who you are, lass. I don't just let anyone in my city.
Taliesin: Who she is is none of your business, human.
Lucien: Please stop calling people that.
Idolaf: I'll ask her whatever questions I deem necessary. Any suspicious characters are a danger to Whiterun, and she's about as suspicious as they come.
Inigo: I wonder if you are making such accusations because she is a Dark Elf. You do not have to be a Stormcloak to be a racist bigot.
Idolaf: Say what you will, Khajiit.
Morana: *rolls her eyes, mouthing a repeat of his words mockingly*
Idolaf: Huh? Are you mocking me, Elf?
Morana: *eyes widen, staring at him in shock* Shit.
Kaidan: *standing behind her, crossing his arms* I don't know what you have against my companion, Battle-Born, but I suggest you walk away now before I get angry.
Idolaf: Hah! No way, not now that this little one has insulted me.
Morana: *walks past him, avoiding his attempt to grab her arm*
Kaidan: Oi, Morana-
Inigo: Wait for me, my friend!
Taliesin: *grabs Idolaf as he tries to chase her* If you wish to continue your pursuit of my raven, you will find out very quickly what actually happens to prisoners and offenders of a Thalmor Justiciar. Do you want that, Battle-Born?
Idolaf: I-I-
Taliesin: That's what I thought.
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Morana: *hiding crouched behind Carlotta's stall, covering her face with her hands* Gods just kill me now.
Lucien: Oh, there you are! What happened, Morana?
Kaidan: You scared me, I thought he hurt you when I wasn't looking-
Morana: I forgot I wasn't wearing my mask.
Taliesin: What on earth does that have to do with this?
Morana: *lifts her head up, cheeks flushed red* I.. Find that I make a lot of faces at people that irritate me. And I mock them when they can't see. I'm not used to having to stop my expressions.
Lucien: I suppose you could say you have a horrible poker face, haha.
Morana: *deadpan stare* Ha.
Farkas: Ah, there they are.
Kaidan: Farkas, Vilkas! How are you gits?
Vilkas: Better than your frostbitten arse, I'd say.
Kaidan: Oi!
Farkas: Hello, Morana.
Morana: ...? You guys know it's me?
Vilkas: Aye. Your scent hasn't changed, despite your lack of mask. Vanilla and honey.
Farkas: And river water. That's new.
Morana: I jumped in a river.
Vilkas: Ha! I'd love to hear that story. Care for a drink, friends?
Xelzaz: Maybe later. We've a few errands to run first.
Kaidan: Actually that gives me an idea. Farkas, Vilkas, d'ya mind tagging along with us for a bit? Idolaf's got it out for us right now and I'm really not in the mood for his bullshit.
Farkas: The Battle-Born whelp? Count me in.
Vilkas: Aye. Lead the way, raven.
Morana: *nods* We can stop at Jorrvaskr when we're done. Thank you two.
Farkas: Don't mention it.
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Morana to Idolaf:
#skyrim#tes#the elder scrolls#modded skyrim#dragonborn#ldb oc#skyrim oc#kaidan skyrim#lucien flavius#inigo skyrim#xelzaz skyrim#skyrim taliesin#Morana oc
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Fic Lines! The Wives of Shor
I was tagged by @dirty-bosmer, @sylvienerevarine, and @mareenavee! Uh, I have many, many (so many fics on the go, so I chose Wives of Shor (unpublished WIP) because then I have technically three fics to choose from.
A line from your fic that makes you laugh (from Moth to Flame)
In caves like this it was nothing new to see fleeting movements at the corners of his vision, only to turn his head and find nothing. But two pale-blue glowing dots appearing in the middle of what had appeared to be a blank wall were something new.
"...Kaidan?" Lucien was looking at Kaidan, seemingly unaware of the strange phenomenon over his shoulder. "Are you alright?"
A line from your fic that makes you sad - (from Moth to Flame) I published this is a previous WIP Wednesday, but pretty much any time Kaidan thinks about Brynjar makes me sad.
Repeatedly Kaidan tried to still his thoughts and center himself, but every time he attempted to begin a breathing exercise, his thoughts would turn to Brynjar, and a sharp pang of guilt would lodge in his chest.
A line from your fic you're proud of (from Moth to Flame)
The waters of Lake Ilinalta were smooth as glass, broken only by the occasional ripples of a fish breaking the surface. Fog hovered over the depths of the lake, obscuring the opposite shore as the first rays of sunlight turned the eastern sky pink. A pair of thrushes sang from the underbrush, and were answered by another farther down the lake shore.
The haunting call of a loon, muffled by the mists, echoed over the lake as Kaidan walked towards the water's edge.
A line for your fic you think could have been better - (from Moth to Flame) since this is still a WIP, I'm hoping the true form of this line will reveal itself to me. It's very stilted.
"Gods, everyone was there. The General, Jarl Ulfric…even the Thalmor Ambassador. If even one of them did not escape, the war is going to get complicated very quickly."
A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character (from Moth to Flame)
"You're one of the Riverwood levies, aren't you? The Battle-born family paid that armor you're wearing, will pay for its replacement, and pays part of your war-wages. As head of that family, I'm telling you to do what your jarl commands."
Hadvar's face darkened, but his tone was coolly civil. "I'm not a levy, sir. I took my oath before the war."
"So then my family's coffers paid for all that and your Legion training in Cyrodiil!"
A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww' (from Moth to Flame)
Kaidan laughed quietly, the ale making it easier to find the mirth in the statement. "You fret about the rabbits I shoot. You don't like anything or anyone being hurt."
"You're not just anyone, Kaidan."
A line from your fic that's full of symbolism (from Kaidan Peregrine)
Lucien’s body felt like it was burning him where skin touched skin, but Kaidan pressed eagerly into that warmth, now feeling as if there was a chance he might not be doomed to eternal chill.
A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg - (from Moth to Flame) Lucien is not actually squeamish about Arvel's body, it's one of the hints that Wives of Shor takes place in the same continuity as another WIP, What Waits 'Round the Corner
Lucien was standing as if rooted to the spot, staring at the face of the dead Dunmer, his own skin matching the paleness of the spiderwebs that formed the bandit's death-shroud.
"This must be that bauble the shopkeep was yammering about." Idolaf withdrew his hand from the Dunmer's belt pouch and held up a cunningly crafted gilt dragon claw.
Blinking and swallowing Lucien averted his eyes from the body and took the claw from Idolaf, color returning to his cheeks as he examined the artifact.
At least he can put aside the squeamishness for the glint of gold. He might just make an adventurer yet, thought Kaidan.
A line from your fic that's shocking (from Wolf at the Door)
The metal in Kaidan's hands was now white hot, the acrid smell of singed leather made his eyes water as his gloves began to burn - but still he held on, muscles knotting like ropes against the force trying to overcome his grip.
For a brief moment he was prevailing; then Auriel's Bow shattered into countless glittering pieces.
A line from your fic you want to talk about more - (from Moth to Flame) I learned how to write in Dróttkvætt meter to give Jon Battle-born a proper skaldic song to sing. Ho boy is English not meant for kennings.
Doom-smoke rose from drake's corse
Death-struck by Ir'leth's hand!
Blood spilled red and boiling
By Whiterun watchmen strong!
Swords fine-honed as hawk's claw
Hew'd deep through scale to bone.
War-fell'd Tsun bids welcome
Whalecross'd Shor's Hall awaits!
I tag @nientedenada, @thana-topsy, @greyborn2 @gilgamish
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Nasty business with Brynjolf - Part II
While I made a detour to the official entrance of the Ragged Flagon – so Vipir wouldn't be suspicious as to what I was doing in the Ratway Vaults – I finally got myself to stop smiling.
Every time Bryn comes near me, I feel a sudden urge to stop worrying about every single one of my questionable choices. It almost feels like his presence lifts the dark shadows surrounding me, because I know he does not judge me. He did and never will judge anything I do.
If anybody understands what it means to try and survive in the Rift, it's Brynjolf. Together we not only make ends meet, we find solace in each other.
As soon as I enter, I make my way straight to Delvin. After all, I still have some questions regarding that fishing job in Whiterun. I can't believe he makes me steal from Idolaf Battle-Born. Everyone knows Idolaf is my favourite Battle-Born.
In fact, Idolaf and I are friends, which makes finishing the job even harder. But I learned quite early that personal emotions better not get in my way.
So I will do it.
It's how that troubles me.
As I pass Dirge, he steadies himself and looks me directly in the eyes, his expression indifferent.
“Even if you're one of us, you better not cause trouble”, he scoffs.
As I'm about to comment on his bitterness, I catch sight of Bryn sitting next to Tonilia. Seeing me makes him smirk, and he doesn't take his eyes off of me while he takes a big gulp of his mead.
I begin to think of everything else he could gobble that way and start getting lost in my thoughts.
Suddenly I realise Dirge still standing in front of me. “Stay out of trouble, or there's gonna be trouble”, he says as he crosses his arms and walks away.
I shake my head.
Does Dirge really believe I give a fuck about what he thinks of me?
What did catch my attention, however, is that Bryn is seated next to Tonilia.
The way she smiles and touches his arm as soon as he says something remotely funny reminds of the fact they both once had an affair – long before I joined the guild.
I glance at him, slowly rolling my eyes. For a second I'm sure I caught him off guard, but he quickly peeks at Tonilia and then shrugs his shoulders, while he smiles.
He knows I'm not a jealous woman, but sometimes I believe that's what he'd like me to be. So I'll let him have it this time.
Certain that Bryn would take the bait, I refrain from flashing him a second glance and walk straight to the cistern. I don't even bother talking to Delvin, the questions I need answered surely could wait a few more moments.
Abruptly, I sense him following me.
As I reach the hidden corridor between the Ragged Flagon and the cistern, I turn to face him.
He doesn't say a word. Instead, he examines my face, before his gaze slowly trails down to my body, eventually returning to meet my eyes.
As his eyes trace the silhouette of my body again, I lean my shoulders back and enjoy watching him.
He steps closer to me and I take a step back, trying to figure out what his next move might be. As I feel the wooden door behind me pressing against my back, I raise my right eyebrow at him. “Again?”, I tease.
His fingers touch the door merely millimetres next to my shoulders, while he leans forward.
“Didn't we have unfinished business together?”, he whispers in my left ear.
I feel his cheek brush mine before he takes a step back.
“We do”, I agree breathlessly. “But rats are a rather hideous audience don't you think?”
“I arranged a room in the Bee and Barb”, he says.
Then he finally wraps his arms around my waist.
“Sounds dreamy”, I stutter, as I feel his lips delightfully igniting my neck.
Even though I know I shouldn't lose myself in his embrace right now, I rest my hands on his shoulders.
“I – I should concentrate on the job I need to get done”, I mumble, although I desperately don't want this moment to end.
“A'right, lass”, he whispers, his hands not yet leaving my waist. “But you take good care of yourself over there. Those Battle-Borns aren't messed with easily.”
His concern brings a soft smile on my face. “It will turn out just fine, don't worry about it.”
“You're probably right”, he utters with a low smile. “Oh and about that unfinished business - I'll await you at midnight”, he adds.
#brynjolf#thieves guild#skyrim#brynjolf x reader#tes v skyrim#bryn#brynjolf imagine#brynjolf x reader imagine#skyrim imagine#skyrim x reader
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Idolaf Battle-Born, positioning Lars in front of him and Olftid: Just know, you've disappointed all three of us.
Jon Battle-Born: That’s cold, guys.
Olftid Battle-Born: And so is Skyrim. Suck it up.
#this family is a mess#lars battleborn#olfrid battleborn#jon battleborn#idolaf battleborn#whiterun#nerevar queue and star#incorrect quotes#incorrect elder scrolls#incorrect skyrim quotes#tes#the elder scrolls#skyrim#the elder scrolls v: skyrim#source: brooklyn nine nine
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When Avulstein pulls a weapon out, so does Eryn. She tells him she will defend herself if she has to, and the fact she pulled out an imperial sword certainly doesn't help. Though she does spit "this was a trophy".
Fralia of course, breaks it up, calms them down. Eryn sheathes her sword first, in a show of good faith. Fralia gets them both some dinner and pours them both some tea. Lavender tea, which Eryn learns she loves.
Fralia and Avulstien explain to Eryn that they're both sure Thorald, her son and his brother, is alive. They don't have any solid proof, but they just know it. And they think the Battle Borns know something, too. Why else would Olfrid make such awful comments?
Eryn agrees to try and help, but she can't promise a miracle. She's no necromancer. But... she can see the pain in Fralia's eyes, how sure they both are. And she agrees to at least find confirmation of whether he's alive or not.
Trying to be smart about this, she decides to talk to Idolaf. Fortunately, he breaks and seems much more human than he was around his father. He explains that he thought death would be easier on the Grey Manes, on Fralia. See, he's actually being held prisoner, and probably tortured. And no one ever escapes the thalmor.
Eryn thanks him, but tells him she thinks the truth, no matter how hurtful, is always better than a lie. Idolaf says he's not sure he agrees, but that he isn't trying to do anything truly cruel or evil. He says he thinks Thorald is in Northwatch Keep, which is notorious for their brutal torture. Idolaf gives her the letter about it.
Eryn genuinely thanks him, and says that she'll take the burden of telling Fralia the truth. Idolaf asks her to keep his name out of it, and she agrees. She takes the letter to Fralia and Avulstein.
Of course, Eryn agrees to go with Avulstein to rescue Thorald. He tells her where and when, as he needs to grab a couple friends for this. And she says she'll meet him there.
#eryn#yeah so okay ik in the game you need a crazy high speech to actually get idolaf to do that#but like. listen. i love his dialogue when you do pass that so much more#thats so much more human of him
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~Excessively Twee Skyrim Headcanons: Whiterun Edition~
Irileth is an honourary big sis to the entire Whiterun guard brigade. Commander Caius is only a little bit jealous of the respect she commands among them.
Despite her usual miserable attitude, Saffir managed to give her daughter Braith one decent piece of advice: The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. This led Braith to try to woo Lars by making him an apple pie.
Picture Braith, red-faced and scowling terribly, holding out a pie for poor Lars. "J-just eat it, you stupid milk-drinker! I need you to be strong so you can fight back... or something! Would you prefer horker and ash yam stew?! I-I don't care if you'd prefer horker and ash yam stew!"
Whiterun has a population of 512,830 if you count the farms and meaderies in the Greater Whiterun Metropolitan Area.
There never seem to be any vampires in Whiterun. There have been an alarming number of reported werewolf sightings in the city, mostly from drunkards and people up late, yet no actual attacks. It is said that creatures of the night dare not come to Whiterun because they know the Companions are there; make of that what you will.
There's a fancy clothes shop in the Wind District. Ysolda and Olfina have managed to try on every item of clothing in there without actually buying anything. "Babe, that tunic looks soooooo vanilla-plus on you! Is it really less than two thousand polygons?!"
Ulfberth War-Bear is a talented blacksmith, although he specialises in repairs and making custom pieces rather than forging an endless stream of iron daggers. He sometimes takes commissions.
Sigurd, who works for Belethor at the general store, has always wanted to make a difference in the world. Although he isn't in a position to do great deeds, he tries to help people wherever he can, be it by helping fix people's houses after a dragon attack or giving Lucia a blanket and some food. He fancies Alfhild Battle-Born, but he's accepted that she and Idolaf are happy together now, so that ship has sailed.
Ria is a certified Eager Beaver. Aela the Huntress once talked her into carrying all her things "for exercise" when they were out exploring. Kodlak once talked her into mopping all the floors in Jorrvaskr "for two-handed weapon practice". Uthgerd once talked her into polishing her armour "for armour-polishing practice". Lydia once took her out to lunch and helped her re-string her bow.
Farengar Secret-Fire was sulking for days over not getting to see the dragon at the watchtower.
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Nay: I NEED TO look like a warrior.
Faen: ... why?
Nay: To impress some warriors of course!
I started to recognize people's voice. I mean true they all have some same generic dialogue, or maybe I just talk to everyone way too often.
Or maybe I just love Farkas' deep voice.
#tes#the elder scrolls#skyrim#ldb#tes oc#oc: naythaa#faendal#the companions#farkas#aela and ria in the background#idolaf battle-born#Farengar Secret-Fire#one time I hang out with Marcurio and I think his voice is the nord dragonborn's voice#people also said they killed bandits and heard their wife's dying voice so many times#I'm so glad that Farkas didn't share the same voice with bandits#he rarely voiced any bad guys#he's a good boy
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Day 297
We only made it to Riverwood today, and it hasn’t been a good start to what was supposed to be a simple, uneventful journey.
We had just left Whiterun when a large dragon attacked, more powerful than most others I’ve dealt with. I used up my entire stock of arrows attacking it. With the help of the town guard, we managed to kill it. It killed one guard (bit him in half) and killed Idolaf Battle-Born. I was going to help the guards with the bodies and whatnot, but as soon as they heard I was seeking out the Greybeards to finally deal with the dragons, they pushed us away, saying it was more important that we find a solution to the crisis.
I’m a bit shaken. If it had attacked a day earlier, it would have caught us outside during our picnic. It could have been Lucia that was killed, or Lydia. I’ve been so caught up with seeing the Greybeards for learning how to deal with Ulfric that I forgot I was originally meant to see them for dealing with the dragons themselves. I hope they’ll show me how I can do both.
#Skyrim#Journal#Diary#Roleplay#Riverwood#Whiterun#Dragon#Idolaf Battle-Born#Greybeards#Lucia#Lydia#Ulfric
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Some of my favourite characters in skyrim, and why 👹
Balgruuf The Greater: i think this speaks for itself tbh, my favourite Jarl
Balimund: I don't actually know, kinda just looked at him and said "yes, he's the one." Or at least one of them anyway lmfao
Brynjolf: cocky thief with a *small amount* of issues, need i say more?
Captain Aldis: Self Explanatory. he's pretty, good personality, wants books, and lots of muscle? Yes please
Captain Gjalund Salt-Sage: idk he just smiled at my character once and it did things LMFAOOO
Captain Lonely-Gale: Father? Sorry, Father? Sorry-
Falk Firebeard: Steward whos probably a borderline alcoholic? Possibly involved in scandals? Pretty? Yes please
Glover Mallory: no.1 Smith, thief gone good, first I've found to sell Daedric stuff, what more can you want?
Halbarn Iron-Fur: personality is on point, easily lovable, one of my favourite smiths along side Glover
Idolaf Battle-Born: Dilf with an attitude, fuck yeah
Igmund: As with Balimund, I'm not even sure
Korir: if Siddgeir and Balgruuf had a child, he's them. Personality wise anyway, bit of a wanker tho
Kraldar: idk he's just there and he's sweet
Roggi Knot-Beard: Our favourite alcoholic, lovable character, ray of sunshine.
Rune: He's baby. Todd let me help him find out who his parents are i beg
Torbjorn Shatter-Shield: Dilf, I feel so bad tho oh my god, I killed Nilsine in Muiri's quest... never again. I don't need the bonus.
Ulfric Stormcloak: I can fix him
#balgruuf the greater#skyrim#idolaf battle-born#captain lonely-gale#jarl balgruuf#the elder scrolls#balimund#brynjolf#captain lonely gale#captain aldis#Gjalund Salt-Sage#Captain Gjalund#falk firebeard#Glover Mallory#Halbarn Iron-Fur#he's underrated#Igmund#korir#kraldar#Roggi Knot-Beard#Rune#ulfric stormcloak
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Skyrim SE - Idolaf Battle-Born v. 2
#idolaf#battle-born#Skyrim#special edition#The Elder Scrolls#tesv#male#character#npc#overhaul#shadowtigers#mods#rpg#video games#bethesda#Whiterun#cotr
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Some NPCs from my most recent foray back into the world of Skyrim.
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Idolaf Battle-Born: Gray-Mane or Battle-Born?
Me, an intellectual: Lars is the only person involved in this that I care about. He's a really sweet kid and you should be nicer to him and take his bullying problems seriously. In unrelated news, I'm very good with a sword. Just a random point :)
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the stupidity of the feud between clans Gray-Mane and Battle-Born really can be summed up in the exchange between Adrianne and Idolaf when he says “I’d sooner bend a knee to Ulfric Stormcloak [than ask Eorland Gray-Mane for help]”
The feud supposedly started because of the Civil War and the families taking different sides but Idolaf....would rather....defect to the Stormcloaks...than ask the Gray Manes for help.
pretty big indicator right there that Adrianne was right and this is all about pride, not about the war.
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❝ Who’s took it from him? Where’s it gone? ❞
Halldis struggled to feel bad for Idolaf. In truth, she felt worse for poor Adrianne Avenicci, who was busy enough as it was, and would probably be badgered into forging him a new blade if the first wasn’t recovered. No doubt he’d expect her to prioritize his blade over everything else. An important person like Idolaf Battle-Born oughtn’t have to wait like everyone else.
But as for Idolaf himself? Too often had Halldis witnessed he and his father harassing poor Fralia Gray-Mane, throwing insults and taunts about her missing son. Had he not so often behaved like a belligerent troll, she might have felt some sympathy.
“A thief, I suppose. Can’t say for certain though,” she replied with a shrug, “And even if I could, I wouldn’t.”
#in which halldis thinks idolaf is an asshole and doesn't really care that his fancy new sword was stolen#'serves u right for bein mean to nice old ladies'#bolstertheranks#ask
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