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@ainilan
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I canât help in any way? :(
((That's really kind of you, but I've given it a lot of thought. Staying here would only lead to me being hurt again and again. It's destroying me and I used to be such a happy person. I want my happy life back... the life I had before. I just want to forget everything and have the good life I used to have.))
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BUT WHYYYY? :(
((I'm sorry. I wish I could explain, but it's a personal matter with another blogger on here.))
Blog Closed
I'm sorry.
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I really love your art style itâs super great, not too sure about all the half naked Altmer, Bretons are better ;) lol but I love your art :)
((Thank you <3 I did draw a Breton once (the Forsworn in the pic below))
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((Just as I was talking about Ainilan being near 50 followers, he reached it! You all know what that means... *cough* Ainilan Pin-up *cough* ))
Merchant in Morthal (Ainilan and Zana-Rei)
"A wedding?" She smiled at the thought. The flowers and priests and family and friendsâŚit was all very sweet. Gods, it had been forever since her wedding. Made her think as she fumbled with her left hand slightly, recalling the memories. Zana let out a gentle sigh, happy to still be able to relive such a moment in her mind.
"Well Iâm sure it will be lovely. Youâll have to congratulate your sister for me," She told him with a nod of respect. Noticing the horse she gave a rather toothy grin. Zana loved animals, but they had a tendency to not-love her back. Zana turned her attention back to Ainilan, crossing her arms slightly, but in a friendly or comforting manner. "And what about that bag there? Merchant, Iâm assuming." She smirked a bit, "What do you sell other than sweet words to the women?" Zana teased.
"Ah.. yes I am a merchant. I travel from province to province selling imports. They're mostly light-weight things that can be easily transported, such as clothing, jewelry, wine, and various knickknacks. In fact, I have just traveled here from the Black Marsh," he replied, then added in the hiss-like language of Jel, "You can take a look if you like, though my intention is merely to have a conversation, not to make a sale."
 He hoped his language abilities would impress her. Jel was a language considered basically impossible for anyone but Argonians to speak. Ainilan had spent nearly sixty years studying it, and as a result became one of the few non-Argonians who could speak it. There were only six others among mer and men who were as fluent as he was.
Ask my character's parents! (they don't need to be alive)
1. Were they a hyper baby, really calm, or pretty average?
2. What shows/music did they like when they were really young/a pre-teen/a teenager?
3. What's one of the cutest memories you have of them before they were 5? 10?
4. What's a bad habit they've had for years?
5. What was their favorite toy?
6. What was their first word?
7. What was their favorite word/phrase?
8. What was their favorite holiday?
9. Did they ever stop believing in Santa? If so, when and why?
10. Was there ever a moment they got hurt so badly/got so sick (physically or mentally) that you were scared they might not make it?
11. What kind of trouble did they usually get into?
12. Did they have a big hobby? (Collecting, art, ballet, etc.)
13. Did they have any normal obsessions? (Bands, shows, movies, books, etc.)
14. What are some of their odd quirks?
15. Were they ever in girl/boy scouts, or a similar group?
16.Did they do extracurricular things? If so, what?
17. Did they have a job while they were still in school? If so, what was it?
18. What did they wanna be when they grew up? Did that change at any point?
19. What's the worst thing they ever did?
20. Where they troublesome as a teenager?
21. Where they conceived somewhere other than where they were born?
22. How did you react when you found out you were having them?
23. What was preparing for them like?
24. How troublesome were they while still in the womb?
25. Did anything happen during the pregnancy that scared or worried you?
26. Was their birth difficult or abnormal in any way?
27. Where and how were they born?
28. How did you adjust to the new baby the first month?
29. Did postpartum depression ever come into play, at any point?
30. Share a random memory.
31. Share a funny story.
32. Share a sad story.
33. Share a cute story.
34. Share a random memory from the pregnancy.
35. Share a funny story from the pregnancy.
36. Share a sad story from the pregnancy.
37. Share a cute story from the pregnancy.
38. If you could tell them one thing right now, what would it be?
39. PICK YOUR OWN QUESTION
[Ondolemar.]
"Aelith, look, look, by the Niiine~!â
[swallows hard]
(( I drew this way back when I first started rping on Tumblr. Funny to see it suddenly pop up on my dash again. My art has really changed xD ))
RP (Ainilan|Kii-Nam)
Kii-Nam crouched down looking at the products, his eyes went to the doll, with Zana pregnant with Zolei, which continues to baffle him how one of his own could bear a single child like a human does, despite his age, he picked it up looking at it.Â
His mind wandered for a second before looking at the weapons but showed no real interest in them, his eyes were already on the other assortments, including the cloths and jewelry. The Argonian had no need for weapons, a single look in his study or his associates and an outsider would know he didnât need more.
What caught the Messoremâs interest was the fact the Saxhleel looked at him in surprise, just for a single moment he thought he heard Jel. To test his theory he replied <From home? Say did you just so happen to pass by any guar on the way here?> It was a quick thing, just a nonsensical question, but if he thought he heard right then he would be investing in this merchant fairly quickly.Â
Ainilan responded in a series of hisses and clicks. It was Jel, albeit with the strong accent of a foreigner, "No, I'm afraid I did not see any Guar. Why do you ask?"
Ainilan noticed the Argonian's interest in the doll, and how his eyes were drawn to the clothing and jewelry. Perhaps he intended to but a gift for someone in his family. Ainilan held out the clothing to allow him to see the sizes. One of the dresses was intended for maternity and curved outward at the waist. There were also a few items of infant and children's clothing he had picked up in the Imperial City on his way north from the Black Marsh. They could easily be altered to accommodate a tail.
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"Not every day you see an Altmer merchant traveling this way...I suppose you have something that this region of Tamriel doesn't have"
"Right you are!" Ainilan smiled at the potential customer and responded in fluently in Jel, a rare talent that always managed to impress Argonian customers, "I always carry quite a few imports from Alinor... and you are in luck! I have just traveled here to Skyrim from the Black Marsh."
Spreading a cloth onto the ground, he began to display his merchandise. Reaching into his satchel he first procured four bottles of Argonian Ale, a few pieces of Argonian-crafted jewelry and clothing, and a children's doll in the shape of an Argonian. Next he took out the remainder of his imported goods from other regions of Tamriel. It included daggers, other pieces of jewelry, clothing, flutes, and other various knickknacks.
Wedding Preparations
Elvira nodded, âwell yes, I or another priest could arrange the flowers if you would like.â She smiled, âweddings are our forte, after all.â Arranging flowers, banners, and other manners of weddings came with the job. She didnât mind in the slightest, the floral displays the temple could put out were impressive.
"I can do a few small mock up of designs if you would like, so you would know what the final product will look like."
"Thank you, Elvira. I do not know what I would do without your help. I am certain that whatever you make will be lovely. We do not yet know what flowers we will have on the wedding day in one week's time, or exactly how many she will be able to find, so I don't wish to trouble you with the task of making mock up designs," Ainilan responded, "I would like flowers over the arch, and perhaps over the front door. Two large bouquets on either side of the altar would be nice as well, if enough flowers remain to make them."
Zana-Rei has passed. Her body was found in the lake in Morthal just this morning...
"What? That lovely Argonian I met yesterday?" Ainilan appeared both shocked and saddened by the news. Zana had appeared so full of life and healthy. It was unlikely that her death was due to natural causes, "How? What happened? If someone is at fault, I swear I shall find the one responsible."
Wedding Preparations
Ainilan made his way across the busy inn to speak with the bard. The blonde Nord was singing a song about the recent return of the dragons. Not wishing to interrupt the music, Ainilan stood next to Elvira and waited. The song ended on an uncertain note that captured the current mood in Skyrim. People were indeed afraid that the dragons marked the end of the world, yet at the same time hopeful that it could be stopped. In these uncertain times, Ainilan was glad that his sister had found happiness and would soon marry.
 Shifting his thoughts back to the wedding, Ainilan approached the musician and inquired if he was willing to perform at the wedding in one weekâs time. The musician was grateful for the work, and agreed on the amount of payment Ainilan offered.
Now all that remained was to find someone to prepare the floral arrangements. Not just any florist would do⌠Ainilan required someone with a knowledge of plants, and the ability to know which flowers would be of significance to an alchemist like his sister. In other words, he required an alchemist.
Turning to Elvira, he said, âI recall that there was an alchemy shop along the canal years ago. Elgrimâs Elixirs, if I am not mistaken. Is it still there?â
"Oh yes, I believe that it still is! The alchemist who owns the shop recently employed Ingun Black-Briar. Sheâs amazing when it comes to mixing poisons and other powerful potions. I think she would know some flora that would interest your sister, or Elgrim or his wife will." Elvira had only briefly met Ingun, but she seemed like a bright young lady who had her future set for her.
The priestess led Ainilan down to the shop under the city, which wasnât exactly the nicest of areas of Riften. At least it wasnât in the rat way, the priestess didnât want any trouble with the Thieves Guild. Â
"Ah wonderful! I did a little trading with Elgrim quite a few years ago. Perhaps he will remember me," Ainilan said as he followed Elvira into the shop. The scent of the potion shop was quite a bit stronger than Calinwe's old shop, and he wondered if it was due to the smaller size of Elgrim's shop or the musty air of the lower portion of Riften.
Ingun Black-Briar was tending the shop just as Elvira had said, and Ainilan introduced himself. The young woman was eager to help with the task of finding and providing the appropriate flowers, however she suggested that someone else do the arranging... someone who was familiar with wedding decorations.
Ainilan turned to Elvira, "Have you or anyone else from the temple had any experience with arranging the flowers for a wedding?"
"_______ has passed away."
Name someone to see my characterâs reaction.
Bonus/Optional: Type how they died. [ Murdered, Suicide, Protecting, etc. ]Â
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The Poison Bloom (Ainilan and Gelebor)
Based on a tip from a stranger, Ainilan set out towards a little-known cave in the northwestern corner of Skyrim. Due to a fall from his horse the day before and the shattered potion bottles in his satchel, the wedding gift he had prepared for his sister had been ruined. Though it would be easy enough to simply purchase a new gift for her, he felt he should do something special. After all, it is not everyday that one's only sister is wed. Asking around about rare potion ingredients led him to Darkfall Cave in search of a red poison bloom that supposedly grew within. Knowing his sister's affinity for poisons, he was certain she would be thrilled to obtain such a rare ingredient for her research.
The cave did not appear to be much from the outside, however the inside held a large waterfall. Making his way around, he followed the passage to a rope bridge and carefully crept across. The snap of the aged rope caught him completely by surprise. He plunged into the rapids below, twisting and turning in the darkness as he was helplessly swept along by the power of the water. When the Altmer was finally flung upon land, he hardly had a moment to catch his breath before he was attacked by a group of frostbite spiders. Drawing his sword, Ainilan continued onward, hoping he'd eventually be able to locate both the poison bloom and a way out.
Turning around another corner, he could hardly believe his eyes. What was a candlelit shrine doing here? Did someone actually live in this cave? He approached the shrine with curiosity and called out a friendly, "Hello?"
Mending What's Broken (Esemi, Ainilan)
The âHello over there!â had been heard. But he had been in a hurry to get his message written so he could pull out his healing potions. Soon, they were pulled from his bag and he was looking at the Altmer as he explained what happened to him,
He carefully handed one of the bottles to the Altmer, then returned his attention back to his notepad again now that he had the healing potions out and had given one to him.
'I am able to hear you, do not worry. I'll do whatever I can to help you. You are most welcome.'
He pulled a magicka potion from his bag as well, as he was sure that he would need any and all magicka he could get to help this mer with is broken legs.
"Thank you very much," Ainilan said before drinking the contents of the bottle. The healing potion began to take effect, though it was not potent enough to fully heal the bone. He would require additional healing, if he wished to walk. Ainilan watched the Bosmer pull a potion of magicka from the bag in preparation for just such a spell.
It was truly a stroke of luck that the person to find him was not only willing to help, but trained in restoration as well. Ainilan thought to himself that once he got on his feet again, he would offer the stranger a gift in exchange for his kindness. The Altmer merchant certainly had more than a few high quality goods in his satchel that he could part with- jewelry, daggers, fine clothing, and other items. It was the least he could do, considering he owed this mer his life.
