Serana: You know, I'm seriously reconsidering our relationship.

Serana: It would be so much better if we were just married, y'know?

Teldryn Sero: A heart attack ago, I would have swooned.

The Retching Netch

More than just sujamma!

Starters and light bites

Thick-cut ash yam chips, with horker bacon lardons and melted scuttle

Hot-smoked salmon, with spicy fire fern mayo and wickwheat crisps

Saltrice arancini, with chanterelles and mora tapinella

Bantam guar wings, with mead barbecue sauce and Eidar cheese dip

Mains

Jacket ash yam, with your choice of 3 toppings. Choose from: horker bacon lardons, smoked salmon, scuttle, Eidar cheese, house gravy, baked beans, corn, or minced nix-hound

Kwama egg omelette, with leeks and Nord goat cheese

Solstheim-style scathecraw stew, with chunky root vegetables

Stir-fried nix-hound, with hackle-lo in a sweet-and-sour mazte sauce

Dessert

Comberry-snowberry granita, with whipped gold kanet scuttlecream

Skyrim-style tarte tatin, with salted honey caramel

Kwama egg soufflé, with sujamma flambé

Marshmerrow and rhubarb crumble, with Skyrim honey custard

Neralion at the Retching Netch

(I’ve no recollection of posting this by itself, so if I did, no I didn’t and now I have) 

Blurb hours once more -

Upon leaving Tel Mithryn, it took some time for Neralion to really settle in at the inn. The drastic change in climate, landscape and culture really threw him in a loop now that he was around more people than just the few at Tel Mithryn. He was still sore from the events that lead him to Solstheim, so feeling like an outcast just as much as he did in Skyrim, wasn't helping. Regardless of his overcast mood, he tried to remain outside his room to be around the folks that resided in Raven Rock. They didn't seem too suspicious or upset about his presence, being used to commercial ships coming to the docks in the past. Nords and Imperials were a seen-before sight, but Neralion was an Altmer. He was always a tad anxious of people figuring out his despised Dominion roots.

  Lost in his thoughts, Neralion sat at the wooden counter bar, looking through the bottom of his cup. Busic played around the inn, bouncing off the stone walls in joyous melodies. The songs and instruments were different from his homeland, so it was interesting to hear them. If he was listening. Sounds of drums and shuffling of feet pulled the Altmer from his 100-yard stare and back into the present. After some drinks, the still night was beginning to stir with music and dance. Whatever the reason may have been, Neralion wasn't sure there even was one.

  Geldis smiled over the counter, pouring drinks as more folks entered the inn. The blacksmith got his share and sat down somewhere, some Dunmer women danced hand in hand, brimming with laughter and song. Men chanting from their seats, few joining in after downing their cups. Neralion could say it reminded him of Skyrim, but at the same time it was all so different. Everyone likes a strong drink at the end of a hard day working steel or raking ash. The ambiance was like a whole another world here. From the lights and the music to the flowing vibrant apparel with patterns unlike the western people's or southern elves'.

  Loosening up a little, Neralion turned his barstool and leaned back on the stone arch around the counter, watching the scene before him. The way they danced with steps and gestures unlike his own homeland dances. Sure, it was more casual now, but here and there the difference was obvious.  

Neralion must have not been hiding his enjoyment too well, as soon after he turned to watch, one of the Dunmer women came walking over to him. One she had briefly spoken to before, she seemed kind. She extended a hand and beckoned for him to join in. "You've been skulking about for days," she had said. Stammering to find some excuses, Neralion felt embarrassed and surprised of her invitation. He could only set his drink aside before he was pulled into the open floor. Many bodies danced around him, so he wasn't by himself in the spotlight. However, he was much taller than everyone there and quite bright of skin as well, so he did stick out like a tree in a field of lavender. Or so it felt to him, but no one quite seemed to care.

  Some eyes peered from around the inn, curious of what he'd do, but he tried to pay little mind and tried to enjoy this moment. It was the first time he was actually invited to join the dancefloor, so he he was a bit flustered and tense.

After taking a breath to just move and loosen up to the moment, Neralion took the opportunity to actually join the dancefloor with the woman. She seemed surprised of his initiative but followed his lead as he held her hand in a more energetic dance. His dance had foreign elements to it and in turn she brought her own moves to the table. It was an interesting sight, but somehow they made it work. From one’s turn to the other, then together and around the floor. 

Didn’t take long for a glimpse of Neralion himself to peek through with a warm smile and a hint of laughter escaping him. It was a moment for the first time in a long time that he felt content. Despite being an outlander here and his troublesome journey to unintentionally end up in Morrowind to begin with, he felt it’d be okay. If only temporarily, but he’d be alright. 

(oof this felt janky to write but hope it makes sense)

I have lots of WIPS but keep doing stuff, and who's gonna stop me?

me when i encounter the slightest inconvenience: this never would've happened if i was a regular patron of The Retching Netch during Raven Rock's economic revival

“Geldis says he’s holed up near Kolbjorn Barrow,” he puffed on the last of his cigarette before flicking the end to the side. Sydari smiled and shook her head as she continued her meal. “The big ashy mound just south of here,” he made a waving motion with his hand, “up on that ridge near the trap door. You know the one?” He raised an eyebrow at her. He was still wearing that cocky, lopsided smirk. “The trapdoor that you use to ambush reavers when you’re bored?” Sydari winked back at him, “Yes Teldryn, I know the one.”  Teldryn rolled his eyes, “Yes… that one,” he sighed, slumping himself over the table, “Geldis said that he was trying to excavate the place. That the guy was looking for someone to help him out.” Sydari laughed at that. Was he really so bored that he’d suggest digging in the ash for a barrow full of junk? In the state he was in. Surely not? “Sero, I wouldn’t have thought you one for that kind of manual labour?” Sydari snickered as she sipped her drink, “Why the sudden change of heart?” Teldryn laughed at her comment and shook his head, dark hair falling across his face. He attempted to brush it back with his fingers, “Yeah, me, with a shovel digging in the ash like some common…No, no, the guy’s looking for people to invest.” Sydari furrowed her brow, and considered her friend’s words for a moment, “Invest? I don’t see how this could help expand my holdings here Teldryn?” Teldryn shook his head again, “No, no, Lukal, I’m not phrasing this right ah…” He chewed his lip for a moment, “If we offer to help. Say we divide some drakes between us? We get a cut of everything that comes out of that tomb. Right? Everything he sells?” “That’s usually how investing works,” Sydari mused, returning to her food. She knew where he was going with this. Ham-fisted as his explanation was. “Say a few nicer items don’t find their way back to Mournhold,” Teldryn smirked, leaning towards her, “What if some of them just-“

Hey look! I finished him! Added a dart because why not? Also text and no text.

Set during the first chapter of Ahzidal's Descent. Or Josh proposes swindling Ralis out of coin. We got 4E Teldryn!

SERANA & TELDRYN: SKYRIM SEXYMAN CHAMPIONSHIPS 2023. FRIENDSHIPS MADE. SOULS BONDED. THE BROTHERHOOD FORGED.

Gods below and hells above PLEASE. HELP. ME.

Writing WIP Wednesday (10/18)

I shared a different snippet of this chapter a while back, and I'm about to post it sometime today, so it almost doesn't qualify as a WIP anymore (unless you're counting the whole unfinished story). This is from Chapter 27 of Out of the Ashes.

Tagging my talented writer friends: @dirty-bosmer @gwilin-stay-winnin @mareenavee @skyrim-forever @thana-topsy @thechaosdragoness @thequeenofthewinter

Teldryn insisted on keeping his helmet on until Geldis had delivered their snack and Miranja had closed the door and locked it. She felt rather honored being given the key, even if only for a few moments. She sat down and laid the key on the table between them as he removed the helmet and fluffed out his sweaty hair with his fingers.

“Is it just me, or does Raven Rock feel weird now?” Miranja asked, taking a sip from the bottle Geldis had already uncorked for her.

“Raven Rock’s always been rather uncomfortable for me,” Teldryn admitted. “I’ve always felt something like an outlander myself here, despite being a Dunmer. In all the time I’ve been here, you’re the only one who’s seen my face. People don’t come right out and voice their suspicion, but they don’t go out of their way to talk to me, either.”

“Isn’t that lonely, Tel?”

“Yes, but I’ve felt it necessary. Especially knowing there are still MT assassins on Solstheim looking for you.”

“Which is about the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of,” Miranja growled, shaking her head. “I visited the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary ONE TIME, helped myself to one of their sexy leather uniforms and one of their not-so-sexy mage uniforms, never took a single contract from them, and never went back. Yet the MT thinks I’m a member, and how they even got that information is beyond me.”

“Well, whether they’re misinformed or not, they still come here. As long as you’re living here, it’s not safe for me to reveal my identity.”

“I’m sorry, Tel. Perhaps I’ve overstayed my welcome here. I have plenty of properties in Skyrim I could move to.”

“Or, as I think you mentioned once, I could move to one of them. Or ask your steward if he’d be willing to sell his old cottage in Riverwood. Maybe we could both move to Skyrim.”

They looked at one another for a long moment, just considering their possibilities.

“I’ve made arrangements here, set up trade between Raven Rock and Skaal Village, rented some untainted land for a small crop to share, things like that. I’d have to either end that arrangement or find someone who can maintain it if I leave. I know that Argis has started a relationship with Bralsa and she nearly lives at Severin Manor now, but I don’t know if Argis would want to stay here if I left. He does have the advantage with the Skaal of being a full-blooded Nord, so they trust him.”

“If I left, you wouldn’t have to.” Tel stuffed a large chunk of cheese into his mouth.

“We don’t have to make this decision today,” Miranja said, taking a swig from her mead bottle. “But I will talk to Argis, probably tomorrow, and see how attached he is to Solstheim – and to Bralsa. I’d be happy to leave him in charge of the manor, maybe even sign it over to him eventually if I don’t see myself doing anything more than visiting here. Right now, though, my brain hurts. I might even forego dinner tonight and just go to bed early. Tomorrow is the first of the month, and I’ll need to accompany Argis to Skaal Village for our monthly trade.”

“Well, if nothing else, I can say that my curiosity has been well and fully satisfied.”

“And?”

“And I understand for myself why you’re so well-loved here – and in Skyrim. I can’t say you don’t have a dishonest bone in your body, but I can say that you do have a conscience about it when you do have to be dishonest. You care about people probably more than is good for you, you’re talented, and you’re unapologetic about sharing pleasure with whoever you choose. I’m very glad to have gotten to know you, Miranja.”

Miranja had looked down at the table modestly as Tel had listed off the things he appreciated about her. Now she looked up at him and smiled sincerely. “I’m glad to have gotten to know you better, too, Tel. Even if that isn’t really your name, I still feel like I’ve gotten to know the real you. I’d like to keep you in my life, one way or another.”

“Count on it, my dear.”

Once they’d eaten and drunk their fill, Tel stood with Miranja to hug and kiss her tenderly before escorting her to the door.

“I’ll see you soon, probably tomorrow afternoon,” Miranja promised.

“You know where to find me,” Tel replied with a wink and a crooked, saucy smile.

it occurred to me that not everybody has heard Nixie the nix-hound’s barking/sniffing noises... so here’s this video

I left Ralof at home I think?? Idk he's not with me I'm gonna see if I can hire Teldryn for :) reasons :)

Teldryn Sero: Too much body positivity in my life.

Teldryn: Humans are disgusting. Skin is gross. We have so many holes. There is a skeleton inside.

Teldryn: Uncomfortable just seeing one of us in public.

Modyn and Geldis 05-11-2023

from a screen shot (changed Geldis' expression because he looked bitchy)

For you my dear boy, probably both

He’s talking about Teldryn btw

Miraak and Isira pt.7

Rumarin noticed. He knew.

"Excuse me, Inigo. I'll be right back. Got to..well you know." The altmer said jokingly, feigning drunkeness.

"Okie." Inigo chuckled and went to talk to Lucien.

Rumarin started down the corridor and he didn't make it far before he could hear them. His heart sank. Of course he couldn't compete with mister legendary dragonborn, angry boy from the past where everyone was a hero.

But he loved her and would do anything for her. He decided to confront them. He wouldn't be surprised if Miraak killed him right there on the spot, and Rumarin didn't care.

He rounded the corner. The tall elf cast a shadow over his fiance and her legendary lover making his final thrusts. Miraak saw him, but paid him no mind.

Isira stood up slowly and pulled her silken tunic over her head. The nord tightened his belt and strode past the altmer like he didn't exist.

Rumarin stood there facing her. She felt small but she did not feel guilty. "I'm sorry if this hurt you." She said quietly. "It's far more complicated than it seems..." she added, knowing he probably would believe nothing she said to him.

He walked up to her slowly and took her chin. "I just don't want to lose you. Sex...is just sex, but love. Love is complicated." His voice was soft and elegant. Such are the differences between men and mer. She exhaled loudly. "Rumarin..I.." he didn't let her finish. He kissed her. He was so soft and smelled so good, gentle but firm. There was no divine hallucinations, but she didn't want them. With him there was acute presence. Nothing but being with him.

Rumarin kissed her deeper and more aggresively and she responded in kind. He was so very soft and strong with his kissing. She was in ecstasy under the touch of his lips and tongue.

Miraak was sitting at the table and watched them with his ever intense gaze.

Then Rumarin picked her up against the curved wall of the cornerclub and ran his hand under her tunic. She whimpered under his touch and encouraged him. He skillfully unlaced her short pants so he could push them aside, and he slowly penetrated her, her long legs hanging over his arms.

They had their moment and when they were finished, Rumarin kissed her. "I love you, Isira. Please don't forget." He set her back down on her feet and helped her with her tunic. He looked down at her with his pale eyes. She looked up back and him and chuckled. "I love you too, you fool." He laughed softly and tied his jerkin up as he walked past Miraak meeting his gaze. There was a message in their eyes and each understood eachother perfectly.

Isira stood in the corner for a moment. "I hope no one else comes back here." She said quietly, tying her tunic.

-And for the first time in many, many years, Miraak laughed at a joke.

I’m having to dismiss Teldryn Sero due to a quest that’ll dismiss him in Skyrim. I hate having to do it, but to continue, I must. I’ve brought him back to the Retching Netch and I will buy him a round of drinks. Perhaps he will find it in his heart to forgive me. It won’t be forever, but it is still clenching at my heart strings.