Tag: dunmer

Doing some initial character planning for the new Dunmer dungeon delver character I’m going to make when I do the big Skyrim reinstall and cleanup. I used this preset to build from; there will definitely be more changes coming for her hair, eyebrows, and eyes (mainly color, not sure if I’m going to go really red there), but I think I like her look so far.

So…meet Kirayneth Vanos! (Kirayn or Kiray for short.) She is a descendant of Kireth and Raynor Vanos from ESO: my headcanon for her backstory is that they never returned from Coldharbour, but the Vestige visited the Vanos family and gave them the siblings’ notes. Fast-forward about eight or nine centuries, and a newborn Dunmer is named in their honor.

Raised on Solstheim as an ash farmer, Kirayneth eventually wants to follow in her famous great-great aunt & uncle’s footsteps (well, not the whole lost-in-Coldharbour-for-eternity part), and reading their notes about Mzulft make her want to re-discover that ancient ruin for herself. She scrapes together enough money to buy passage to Windhelm…

(Pics taken in Tel Mithryn; her parents sent her there to study under Master Neloth for a little while when she was young, famous mage and all that. But while he found her aptitude for research admirable, her actual magicka abilities were pretty lacking and ultimately too frustrating for him to keep trying to teach her.)

Eshkigal

“But surely Aventus could stay with me,” Eshkigal had protested. “I’ve been his governess since before Naalia took ill!”

Jorleif had shaken his head, though his eyes were not without sympathy. “I know you feel for the boy. But it’s better he be cared for by his own people.”

“In an orphanage ?”

“You’ll be given your last month’s pay from the sale of what’s left of the furnishings,” Jorleif had muttered. “And then you best go. There’s too many of your kind in the city as it is.”

Eshkigal had glared through the sudden tears blurring her eyes.

But she would not cry now, with the walls of Windhelm at her back and the shores of Solstheim waiting across the sea.

Denebarided Siluven

Denebarided smiled as he slipped the newly enchanted ring onto his little finger. That made four in all: four rings enchanted with magical support; four rings named after each enchanting Nord lady who had shared his company since he had arrived in Skyrim.

First, on his index finger, and enchanted with a version of the Clairvoyance spell, was Camilla, who had bravely gathered up her skirts in one hand and a sword in the other to lead him to Bleak Falls Barrow. She had been terribly sad to return home to her dull brother, but Denebarided had managed to convince her that Lucan needed her guiding hand more than he did. (Though he had enjoyed her hands very much at night by the campfire, he reminisced fondly.)

Second, on his middle finger, enchanted with stamina, Ysolda, who had showed him things he never thought possible to do with the mammoth tusk he had gotten for her…

Third, on his ring finger–which, when she had seen it and raised an eyebrow, he had had to explain rather quickly meant nothing to him other than a keepsake in her honor and anyway wasn’t an amulet of Mara more significant to Nords–Lydia. Lydia, who had dropped his bedroll on the other side of the fire every night, but at least never in the fire. Lydia, who had readily accepted the key to Breezehome when he said he couldn’t be tied down to one place. He had enchanted this ring with the Feather spell, learned so long ago in Morrowind.

Fourth, the newest, and most fascinating, Uthgerd the Unbroken. Who had thrown down to fight when he bought her a drink. Denebarided had accepted, and been beaten repeatedly, much to the laughter of the Bannered Mare’s patrons (and unbridled delight on the part of one jealous bard). When he finally managed to take her to the floor, on the fifth night of their brawling, Uthgerd had simply gotten up, slammed back her mug of mead, and slung a pack over her shoulder, declaring that he at last was an adventurer worthy of her help.

Denebarided looked over at Uthgerd, who was hammering the latest dents out of her armor at the workbench. She was no beauty like Camilla, Ysolda, or Lydia, but she was a better pathfinder than the merchant and more loyal than the housecarl. He wouldn’t try to leave her behind just yet.

My Skyrim character roster as of 7-15-15!

Row 1: Alinor Jemane, Benoit, Cevimel, Denebarided
Row 2: Eshkigal, Flutica Propiona, Gzincha, Humir Adalimumab
Row 3: Ifelayo, Jerem, Luciana, Mazura gra-Uzgul,
Row 4: Ninon, Ophelius, Qadriyyah, Renna
Row 5: Sephyn, Thandiwe, Ushubak, Vanamoine
Row 6: Winnifir, Xurek gro-Leontes, Yrica Prygbalin, Zanamivir