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Farkas, to the new blood: You don't wanna mess with my brother. He'll wear down your self-esteem over a period of years.
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Backgrounds of the interior of Jorrvaskr for the Chapter 03 opening of The Sunder Hunt.
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Aug 8th (Day 4): Prompt- Mortal / Sanctuary
Day 4: Sanctuary- Nythauriel is beginning her journey to see the world outside her people’s hiding places, and meets the last person she ever expects to. But thankfully not everything is as it was when her people went into hiding. Post-Dawnguard. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest
Redguard LDB x Farkas (mention only)
Warnings- None
Wordcount- ~1400
Description in alt text. Made in HeroForge
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The world was so much bigger than the hidden valley and the cave network implied. Even the trade network tunnels to the other enclaves didn't truly convey how much world there was out there beyond their sanctuary.
It's a good thing I've got time to explore it. Nythauriel thought to herself, suddenly thankful for her people's long lifespans. Perhaps she could explore a lot of this world. There were even rumors some of her people had escaped to the old Atmoran homeland. Maybe it would be worth taking a trip. Not that she'd ever been on a boat, but the idea was rather exciting.
Unfortunately, the world wasn't exactly friendly to someone like her.
A group of men with pitchforks and improvised weapons blocked her path. The big man in the middle stabbed toward her with the rake he held.
"We don't want no Thalmor in our village!" he snarled.
She held up her hands, nearly as white as the snow that still held out against the warm sun in shaded corners. "I'm not Thalmor. I'm not even Altmer. I'm just passing through. I won't even stop, I promise."
"Don't come any closer!" The man shouted again.
"There's no need for that. I'll escort the lady, if she'd like." A soft, gruff voice spoke up behind her.
She turned, and found herself facing an enormously large Nord as tall as herself but much more broad. He was no doubt a warrior, dressed in well-made (and equally well-used) armor and carrying a large, black battleaxe on his back. But his silver eyes were kind and his smile gentle and she found herself suddenly at ease. She didn't trust humans as a rule, but this one? Somehow she just knew that this one was alright.
He led her past the mob, offering her a large, muscular arm. She took it, her face warming. Villagers were looking askance at them; this big Nord escorting probably the palest mer any of them had ever seen. He chuckled.
"This is gonna start rumors. I hope it won't get you in trouble."
She giggled in return. "I'll be fine. What about you?"
"My wife'll forgive me when I explain the situation."
They made their way out of the village and back onto the road. As they walked, she slipped her hand out of the man's arm. "Thank you so much for doing that."
"You probably get a lot of that, don't you? Hostility, I mean?"
"Yeah. I haven't been traveling that much yet, but yeah." She held out her hand, "I'm Nythauriel, by the way."
"Well met. I'm Farkas." They shook hands.
"Well met, indeed. I'm glad you came by. Not many will stand up for a mer out here in the arse end of nowhere."
"I'm here to help. I'm a Companion, it's what we do."
"A Companion? Who are you a companion of?"
He brightened. "Oh, you haven't heard of us? It comes from our founders, the Five Hundred Companions of Ysgramor."
She froze, and everything got really far away. Like looking through a small tube. Then blackness overtook her without warning.
Her eyes opened slightly to the feeling of being shaken. She saw the man's face and immediately fainted again.
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Awareness came back slowly. She was lying on her bedroll, her pack set beside her. A small fire burned to her right, the man sitting and poking it with a stick. His axe sat propped up beside him, and her blood turned cold as she recognized it.
He turned at the sound of her gasp, relief washing over his face. "Thank the Nine! I was startin’ to get worried. Here, I made this. You should drink it." He took out a cup and filled it from a kettle sitting by the fire.
"What is that?" she demanded.
"It's a healing draught. Should make you feel better. Tastes half decent, too. Are you ill, or injured? You just kinda fainted there."
"Where are we?" She backed up. They weren't on the road. She couldn't even see the road! "Where have you taken me?"
"It's a wayside camp. Lots of people use it cause it's a little quieter. I didn't want you lyin’ in the road where you could get trampled." He frowned. "Is everything okay?"
Nythauriel pulled a knife from her belt. Farkas held up his hands as she snarled. "Nice try, Companion of Ysgramor. But your kind has already killed enough of mine. You won't have me, too!"
His brows knit together, but he made no move towards her. "I don't wanna kill anybody. Are you sure you're okay? I'm getting kinda worried…"
"Don't play dumb with me! You belong to a group founded on the genocide of my people! You carry Wuuthrad, the axe that yearns to taste my blood! As if you haven't done enough to us! Killed us by the thousands, drove us into hiding, others into the depravity of the Dwemer until they were twisted, wretched husks of themselves! How dare you pretend you don't know!" she shouted.
She watched realization dawn on his face. "You mean the Falmer… the Betrayed… you're a Snow Elf?"
"How do you know to call them that?" She hissed.
"My wife had a quest. We went to an ancient temple of your people. There was a priest of sorts there, a Snow Elf like you. That's what he called them." Farkas shook his head. "But he thought he was the last of your kind besides the Betrayed."
"What temple? What priest?"
"We call him Akatosh, but the priest said your people call him Auri-El. It was a huge place, bigger than any human temple I've ever seen. The priest was named Gelebor. He's still there, as far as I know."
"Knight Paladin Gelebor is alive?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing! "I learned about him in our history studies! He's… and the temple is still there…"
"Yeah. He's the only one there now."
"How did you get through the wayshrines then? Didn't you need to go through them to get in?"
"There were spirits guarding each one. They'd tell us their message and we'd go through."
"How did your wife end up going there, or even know where it was? We don’t even know where it is anymore!"
"It's a long story but basically we were dealing with vampires and needed Auri-El's bow."
"Auri-El's bow?" She shook her head. "Bullshit! Next you're going to tell me you read it in an Elder Scroll!"
Farkas shrugged. "We kinda did."
"What is your wife? That is way too much stuff for one person. Is she a goddess?"
"I think she is." He smiled softly. "She's Yokudan, from Hammerfell.”
“I’m not familiar with those people, I’m afraid.”
“You probably wouldn't be. They showed up a lot later. She's also Dragonborn, and that seems to be what attracts all the strange stuff.”
"Dovahkiin…" She frowned and waved her hand, a flash of blue light sparking from her fingers. "You're not lying…"
"What was that?"
"A spell we call 'Liar's Bane'. It's like clairvoyance, but so I can see if you're lying. And… you aren't."
"I'm not. Drink? You seem better but it couldn't hurt."
She took the tea and sipped it. It was rather nice, herbaceous and gentle. She looked over at Farkas again. "I'm sorry for freaking out."
"It's okay. I don't blame you. That must've been quite the shock. I, uh, didn't expect to meet another Snow Elf, either."
"Yeah, we tend to keep to our hidden places, our sanctuaries. It's the only way to stay safe."
"I understand. Where will you go now?"
"I'm traveling, seeing the world. I have heard stories of the Skyforge, and other places."
"Well I'm heading home to Whiterun, and our hall is right below the Skyforge. I mean, I understand if you don't want to be anywhere near Jorrvaskr…"
"Do you still have Auri-El's bow?"
"We do."
"I'd like to see it." She smiled. "I mean, if the rest of the Companions are like you, I think it'll be okay."
"Well, my wife is our Harbinger, our leader, and she won't let anything happen to a guest. I can promise you that."
"And if we travel together, it should be safer, right?"
"Should be, yeah."
A giggle burst from her lips. "A Companion and a Snow Elf walk into Whiterun…"
"Sounds like the start of a joke. Or a good story."
"Well, I hope it's the latter."
He gave her that gentle smile again. "I hope so, too."
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Vignar Gray-Mane, The Companions | Jorrvaskr, Whiterun
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I CAST: WOLFBOIFICATION BEAM!!!!!!!! 🪄✨🐺 Become even HAIRIER!!!
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This was rushed but i just HAD to draw them
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"Jorrvaskr"
Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Art by Ray Lederer
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I personally think Farkas has a crush on the player. Everyone just sees him as an ice-brain, not smart enough, and have done his whole life. Even some of the newer companions can be heard talking back to him. But we don't.
It seems like we're special from the start, he's nicer to us than any of other the companions right from day one. We see a softer, friendlier side to Farkas (eg: 'I hope I didn't scare ya' being his first concern after being surrounded by enemies) - we never really hear him be so friendly to the other members (think the training conversation with Torvar), and that's why we fall for him.
I think he'd be shocked if we chose to marry him. Yeah he shoots his shot, but like I said, he's used to everyone seeing him as an oaf. Then here we are, the Harbinger, showing him the same kindness and emotional investment that he gave us in the beginning. He deserves it.
I just think he's neat.
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Athis vs Njada Stone-arm
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Little Farkas: Can we have a birthday cake?
Kodlak Whitemane: It's not your birthday.
Little Vilkas: The cake won't know.
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TES Shiptober- Day 1-3: First Meeting (Part 2!)
And we’re back with post #2 for the first prompt of the month (courtesy of @hombrediablo)! For the second of our ‘first meetings’, here is my Breton, Orielle, and Vilkas. In my proper reckoning of things, Orielle is not the LDB, but shows up post-Purity when Besharat is Harbinger. (In the timeline where Orielle is Dragonborn, Besharat gets there first but Orielle becomes Harbinger) This story follows my ‘canon’ timeline of Orielle coming to Jorrvaskr post-Purity. I hope that all made sense. Either way, it’s pure fluff.
Warnings- none
Length- 1.2k
(I actually got a picture of their first meeting!)
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Vilkas did not believe in love at first sight. It was a ridiculous notion; the idea you could instantly love someone upon meeting them, before knowing the first thing about them! Before even knowing their name! It was a thing for romance tales only, a concept to make maidens sigh and blush at the thought, but never something that actually happened.
But the gods have a sense of humor.
He had been discussing some new jobs with the Harbinger that afternoon. What had once been Kodlak's study was now an office where the Circle often met to sort out the day-to-day running of the Companions, everything from jobs coming in and out, to pay for the kitchen staff, to upkeep of the hall itself. Many of Kodlak's belongings remained around, but new items had found their way into the office, things reflecting its new owner. The most obvious was the small statuette of a smiling, four-armed woman that watched the room from her spot on the Harbinger's desk. He doubted a Yokudan goddess had ever graced Jorrvaskr before, but she seemed right at home here.
A knock on the door interrupted them, and it opened to admit a woman probably around their own age. She was short enough for him to guess her as a Breton, and she stood proudly and confidently in finely crafted armor. She even wore the platinum braids of her hair like a crown on top of her head. When her gaze swept over him, he saw her eyes were an unusual purple color. She was also the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he found himself frozen, unable to look anywhere else but at her.
"My name is Orielle Themond, and I seek Harbinger Besharat Earth-Breaker." Her delicately accented voice was filled with authority.
Across the table from Vilkas, Besharat smiled. "I am she. What can I do for you?"
"I am here because I wish to join the Companions. I have not found what I wanted in my homeland, and stories of this place and this group have brought me here instead."
Something in Vilkas' heart leapt. She wanted to join!
"Ah, but of course. If you prove yourself able, we'd be more than happy to have you." Besharat was looking her over now, appraising her closely. "Your weapons and armor are of fine make, but I'd like to see what you're capable of."
"I am a spell-sword, trained with some of the finest in all of High Rock. What would you have me do to prove myself?"
"Nothing too dramatic, I'm afraid. A quick spar only. The real Trial comes later once you’ve shown you have promise. Right now, we just want to see how you fight. This is my Master at Arms, Vilkas. He will test your abilities before we go any further."
Hearing his name pulled Vilkas out of his trance. Spar her? But of course, that was part of his job. No different than when he'd done the same at Kodlak's request for the woman he now called Harbinger. Who was now looking at him expectantly.
"Of course. Let's see what you can do." He stood, giving Orielle a smile. She graced him with one in return, turning nearly every bone in his body to jelly. Despite this, he was able to traverse the hallway and up the stairs behind her. He then took the lead outside to the training yard. Besharat grabbed a chair and sat as he and Orielle descended the stairs.
Now they were facing one another. Orielle had a fine, elegantly crafted sword in one hand. She held nothing in the other, but held it ready in a way he’d seen Besharat do when she had no shield or needed to rely on her magic instead. He almost wasn’t sure if he should use his own shield. Would that be unfair? Ah, but she was here to prove herself to the Companions, so she must know what she was about. He fitted his shield to his arm, and drew his sword.
“Now then, just take a few swings at me, so I can see what you can do,” he instructed. And so she did. They danced back and forth, neither giving an inch. Orielle was quick, and used her smaller size to get in close, far closer than many opponents would’ve been able to. It kept him on his toes, and impressed him greatly. Though she didn’t cast any spells to aid her, she was skilled enough with just her sword that she didn’t need to.
Vilkas lost track of time, too consumed in the match. And his opponent. Gods, she was magnificent. But this time, as their blades clashed, each seemed to have the same idea. Blades locked, and then flew to the side as they disarmed the other. Vilkas held his shield ready, dropping into a defensive stance. Orielle did the same, casting her first spell of the match; a shield much like his, but made of magicka. They stood like this, staring the other down for a long moment.
He broke the tension with a laugh. “Shall we call it a draw, my lady? I have seen all that I need to.”
“That would depend on your decision, my good sir,” she replied, without missing a beat.
Vilkas turned to where Besharat watched. They exchanged a nod, and he faced his opponent again, but this time with a smile. Lowering his shield, he ducked his head in a quick bow.
“Welcome to the Companions, Orielle Themond.”
Her shield of magicka dissipated, and he could see tears filling her eyes. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I am honored beyond words.”
He scooped up her sword and held it out to her. “It is well-earned. Why don’t I show you around? We can find you a bed, and a place for your things. Then maybe we could go up to the Skyforge?”
“That sounds wonderful.”
As they made their way back inside, Vilkas started telling her about the history of the Companions. She eagerly joined in as they walked, her face bright with enthusiasm. She was well-studied, and asked deeper questions than most new recruits would. He found himself enamoured by her wit and intelligence; she was as quick with her words as with her sword. As they moved through the hall, she greeted every new face with a joy that was infectious. Vilkas felt its glow as well, a warmth that spread through every fiber of his being. It got only stronger when her arm slipped through his as they walked side-by-side. And suddenly, he understood.
This was how his brother had felt when Besharat had joined. Oh, how ironic that he would fall so effortlessly in love after warning his brother against this very thing! That he would do just as Farkas had done and thrown caution to the wind, letting this utter bliss take him over instead. But as he looked down and met Orielle’s smile, he knew he couldn’t do anything else. And given the choice, he would choose her, over and over again.
Vilkas hadn’t believed in love at first sight. But the gods have a sense of humor.
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Aela the huntress
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My half of an art trade for the bestie @elfinismsarts of her LDB Firien Sunhallow, and Farkas of the Companions. I had a ton of fun bringing these two to life and I want to do more! Thank you for the idea for this art trade Kel I am so excited to be able to do this sort of thing!! ❤
Over the last year I have been following Firien's story and have enjoyed every word of it. Blood of the Dragon was the first multi-chapter TES fanfic I ever read thru and it was an exciting and engaging read from start to finish, and so far with Blood of the Wolf I know I am in for even more of the same.
#art trade#my art#farkas#firien sunhallow#last dragonborn#the companions of jorrvaskr#bosmer oc#the elder scrolls#skyrim fanart#skyrim
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Farkas
Nearkas
Did somebody make that joke yet
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