CrynwrDrwg ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

Back again with my Skyrim character, Dara.

I’ve been playing the Legacy of the Dragonborn mod, where you play as a relic hunter for a Museum. So… in designing Dara, I tried really hard for a relic hunter in Skyrim look. But I rambled a bunch on the sides as you can see.

Also a good portion of these outfits are meant to match and reflect Val Serano’s outfit changes in the story. Val Serano is a CVF (custom voiced follower) mod that I’ve absolutely adored.

To celebrate the reprinting of our anarchist cookbook Recipes for Disaster, we present a guide to installing unsanctioned mosaics in asphalt streets and parking lots:

http://crimethinc.com/asphaltmosaics

Some people know of these as the mysterious "Toynbee Tiles," the stuff of urban legend. Our researchers cracked the method two decades ago. Ever since then, we have been trying to make these as ubiquitous as spray-paint.

On the second heave, the door swung open as he shouldered inside, closing the door just as rough before the cold could follow. The warmth of the room felt a luxury and a smelter compared to the bite outside. He took in the smell of the tallow and something cooked off the hearth, his eyes shut as he let his senses thaw out proper.

“Hircine’s *hind*… that bridge’ll be the death of me,” he spoke while he fought a soaked boot off his heel, hopping and cursing it half the while. “That old chap I mentioned knocked me flat most of the day. That or giving me a thrashing when I buggered something up.” He got the boot free, at last. He started the perilous battle on the other. “I’ll be one great bruise come the morning, you’ll have to to be gentle with me.” He straightened and the ice went to water from his collar down his back as he tried to tug it off. “Is there any of that left, whatever it is? I could eat the hind leg off a—”

Footsteps came across the boards behind him. Thierry’s, without a doubt, and Morach turned to meet him. A lazy, tired smile already written on his face as he still fought his coat off. A smile that was wiped off instantly when he noticed the two others sat in his home.

A man and a woman sat by the fire, both well work by age and some sort of rough work out in the open. Redguards, wearing muted reds and travel-worn wools. Sat in his front room, in the nicer of their chairs, with cups half-full beside them. The two of them looked at him without any wariness one would expect from strangers, only a sense of curiosity sat open for him to read. It made him more uneasy than the former; wariness was straightforward and honest. He couldn’t think of a damn thing to say, standing there dripping on his floor with his coat half-on.

Thierry was at his shoulder, and eased the coat off his half-frozen lover. Standing close, he spoke quietly with plain regret. “I’d have warned you, if I had a way. They only showed up a few hours past. Sorry, Mor.” He stepped away with the coat, and hung it on the hook.

Morach stood and looked at the man first. He felt something try to spot in place in his mind, fighting against the fatigue of the day. He *knew* the face. The memory of sitting across a table from him a few years gone, with Vardach and Fynola with him. The hawk, that he wrapped with care and gave to the man, trusting him with its safe delivery. The man—*Nadeem*— had more grey now, but unmistakable now that Morach’s mind started working.

Nadeem’s face lit up, and he rose out of the chair with a speed that spoke too honestly of his joy. “There he is. By the blade, look at the state of you! As if a snowdrift grew its own legs—”

“Nadeem—” Morach felt his voice crack on it, too bewildered and glad to think of it. The man took his forearm in his old hand-to-elbow grip and hauled him in for a brief, but strong hug. The snow off Morach’s beard wet the other man’s shoulder. When he pulled back, the tears already sat in his eyes. Morach could hardly think of a time he had seen his uncle without them.

“*Look* at you. You were already big before, but now you’ve made a *mountain* of yourself.” Nadeem still tripped his arms as he spoke. “You’re well, it’s good to see—”

The rest of his uncle’s words bounced off of Morach as his mind finally began to catch up. The mental maths he always ran on people had snuck past Nadeem, to the thing behind him. His uncle was here, in Evermore. Far from any route he spoke of usually taking. In the deep of winter for a nephew he had only met a few times before. Nadeem had told him once before, that there was only one person he would gladly travel any distance on Nirn for. He spoke as much at the year’s turn, a time ago. *It’s only the two of us left of that house who still cross wakes, the two restless ones.*

A woman, still sat in the chair by the fire, with grey streaks running through her black hair. Skin tanned dark by what he assumed was a life spent long in the sun. She watched him, and Morach felt frozen in place by it.

Bites-His-Tail attack for @villain-official on Artfight!! I love argonians man! Mentions his favorite food is Apples and fish so I went crazy, fish motif in the edge embellishments 👀 Horray art fight!

Today there was a walk for the ZOS people who made ESO, in solidarity for those who were laid off and those who still remain!

Many thanks to the people who organised this and those who took part, and many more thanks to ZOS for making such an amazing game! We hope ESO's life continues for a long, long time!

Tagging: @crynwr-drwg , @stormbeyondreality , @naryusgirlfriend and @hircines-hunter Dunno if you all have been tagged before so no pressure to do it :D

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Name: Vares Indoril

Age: ??? (I can't figure out how elf aging works for the life of me? But he's like, still sorta on the young side for a Dunmer)

Born: 7th of Frostfall (ESO character so the birthyear is somewhere before the events of Planemeld)

Background: Born and raised in Stonefalls, Vares was never a particularly sociable sort. He struggled making friends, partially due to holding himself up to high standards as a child of one of the Great Houses. Always had his nose up at people he deemed unworthy of his attention - which, due to having grown up around a time when slavery was still very much alive, meant pretty much anything other than his fellow Dunmer.

He grew up to have an interest in healing magic as a result of watching a relative of his work as a healer and as such, ended up as his apprentice. As time passed, he found himself enthralled by the art of healing to the point he started pondering what applications necromancy could have in the field. And yet, despite his practice for healing forcing him to interact with all sorts, he failed to learn proper empathy.

Then, an old uncle of his grew ill. One who just so happened to have a large estate perfect for hiding more taboo experimentation within its chambers. Vares saw his opportunity to gain a proper laboratory and volunteered to care for his uncle in his last months, feigning kindness to hide his more selfish goals.

Much to his dismay, the uncle saw right through him and promised him nothing in exchange for his care, merely telling him: ”Sweet little scrib… if you fail to believe there's genuine kindness in the world, then cruelty and maltreatment is all you'll ever find.”

What happened after? Well. I just so happen to have fics about his long, hard, painful journey of becoming a better person. <3 Starting here (mind the tags, shit gets dark)

Notable Relationships:

Veeskh-Ei (by @kirkkorymyli ) - His torturer. His worst nightmare. His sleep paralysis demon.

Hrafn (by @kirkkorymyli ) - His rescuer. Kind of a dad figure of sorts in a way, someone who believed in him and his ability to change and heal and be better.

Boon - A raven that follows Vares around. He likes to think it's a blessing from Nocturnal.

Sirania (a former guildmate's ESO character) - A friend he traveled with for a time and went through hardships and adventure with. He all but fell for her. Onesided, though. Turned out Sirania's assumed dead boyfriend was not dead and Vares was left yearning, too ashamed to really ever approach Sirania (who was a soldier for the Aldmeri Dominion, no less, a very much good shining lawful person) after she learned he is a necromancer.

Lifts-Your-Spirits (my Argonian OC) - A bard he met while sulking about Sirania in Shimmerene. He comforted him and gave him some words of advice. Oddly, Vares keeps bumping into him now.

Silariil (by @kirkkorymyli ) - A fellow nerd from the Summerset Isles. They met in a library and nerded out together. Vares' first gay experience.

Luomariin (my Altmer OC) - A weird oddball who seems to feel bad for Vares' awkwardness and jumpiness and keeps hiring him as a healer. Though those jobs are a bit... peculiar, to say the least.

Nevyth Uvathi (by @kirkkorymyli ) - Someone Vares met on a job for Luoma. They've got a sort of teasing relationship. Nev teaches Vares to loosen up and be more open as well as pushing him to communicate better. Vares finds comfort in knowing not all Dunmer shun him for his practices. ...also Nev is a good employer.

Strengths: Book-smart and an excellent healer and mage. He has a great head for problem solving when given the space to think.

Weaknesses: Proud to a fault. It makes him stubborn and snappy if you try to oppose him or correct him about things, but he is slowly learning to be better at taking criticism. Massively insecure about his looks and social skills (namely when he likes someone, if he doesn't like you he'll just be blunt and kinda mean). The deal he has with Hermaeus Mora also limits him a lot in terms of life choices (as well as his criminal status around a lot of Morrowind).

No Interest In: Playing a hero. He'll help people for sure but he'd rather avoid the spotlight.

No Concept Of: Knowing when to shut up. If you get him to open enough to get talkative, he'll keep rambling about his studies or experiences or his list of nuisances with barely any filter and will not realize he's making people uncomfortable unless directly told.

In Battle: Uses a staff. Prefers to stay in the back lines and offer support from safe distance, avoiding getting hurt. He avoids utilizing his necromancy in battle unless absolutely necessary, instead opting for frost magic and his Mora-gifted grimoire.

Distinguishing Marks: Huge, nasty scar on his right lower arm towards the wrist. You can vaguely tell it's a bite site. That arm doesn't quite have a full range of motion of a healthy arm. Also a nasty scar on his lower stomach.

Trivia: -There's that mount you got from pre-ordering Necrom, the weird Hermaeus Mora inspired one? That's canonically Vares' mount. I like to hc that it was a little something Mora presented him as "a sign of good faith" when he demanded Vares help him with the plot of the Necrom chapter.

-Among one of Vares' first experiments with necromancy that succeeded was him building a makeshift skeletal dragon out of bones of several different animals. He's still hugely proud of it. This is based on one of the skeletal dragon pets in ESO.

-I was initially supposed to name him Varis Indoril bc Varis means crow in Finnish and I thought it would have been neat but alas, it was taken. :/

-I wanted to create a character that just sucks. That is a complete dickwad. That's what Vares initially just was, but I grew sorta fond of him along the lil rp campaign me and two guildmates had with him so he's now on a journey of redemption. And it's kinda nice seeing him grow.

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