#beran

These two are sharing my evil-ish playthrough which I actually like after the fourth time trying to get into one. Daedra-worshipping lesbians.

Matare (engirl, they/she) is going to be the Mephala champion and Beran (bigender, she/he) is the Boethiah champion. But at the moment they're just living domestically in a shack in the Grey Quarter with occasional thieving and murder excursions. It’s actually pretty fun. Going out as one of them and bringing back items like

‘I wouldn’t use this weapon but gotta bring it home for the wife’

‘I don’t do alchemy but the wife will love these ingredients’

‘This is good armour for the wife’

‘Better steal all their food too, groceries are getting expensive’

‘Buying spellbooks for the wife’

Matare is also half Khajit, hence the stripes and cat eyes 👀

Joe Wagner is the owner and winemaker at Beran. And there is no doubt that the wine is made by a Caymus man .... Beran Sonoma County Zinfandel ...

Beran

"Darkest Before Dawn"

I started this piece last year, when my warlock, Iaron, broke his pact with the Raven Queen and made a deal with the Void to save @redcap3's fighter, Beran.

Beran

-Stallion

-Title: Seasonal Spirit

-Family: Mate Rosebriar; Son Briar; Daughters Petal and Calyx

-Magical Friend: Twinkle Imp

-Magical Gift: His job is to pull the light and warmth of the sun to Bella Sara, and to prepare the world for spring and summer. When spring comes to North of North, Beran solemnly rises from the Jasmine Forest. Beran is magically harnessed with an invisible tack, and as he and his friends walk away from the cold of winter and towards summer, grass emerges from the cold soil, trees and grass turn from a dull brown to fresh leafy green. Where Beran walks, warm winds blow and snow melts. Where the Twinkle Imps dance, daffodils and daisies spring up. For Beran, the Twinkle Imps turn his work into a game.

“You can choose this moment to change yourself.”

"Wyatt... you idiot," Vallas says as he sets down a ceramic bowl of cooked greens in his friend’s makeshift wooden cell and dings it with the included spoon to wake him.

The mess dwelling within looks over at him through the bars and practically snarls, "What the fuck do you want, traitor?"

"You betrayed our values," Vallas says with a shake of his head, "Treating this people like you've conquered them. We didn't defect just to repeat the sins of our betters. We agreed what they were doing was unconscionable. You earned this."

The prisoner pulls the plate closer and finally into his lap. He takes a bite and adopts a more sympathetic tone, "They fuckin' shot me, Vallas. And I heard about what they were doin' to you before you escaped, everyone were whisperin' of it when I got here. The fuckin’ slavin’ Verdare... I didn't do shit compared to the crap these cunts're guilty of."

"They aren't one people, Wyatt. The women of this village weren't responsible for what happened to any of us. They only wanted to help you, and you threw it in their face and you hurt them."

"Yeah..." Wyatt says faintly with a glimmer of regret. He makes no move to contest his former commander’s account as he replies, "I see that now."

"Maybe there's hope for you yet then." WIth a heavy sigh the Garlean half-turns away from his friend and frowns into the darkness. “We will fight for the freedom of all men taken by our former masters. After that, I’ve agreed to take all of our men and leave the Golmore with those they exile, and take them far away from here.” “They’re gonna let ‘em fuckin’ live... And yer in on this shit?!” Wyatt snaps nastily as he sets his plate down with a clang. “Why not execute ‘em! They don’t deserve forgiveness! Kill ‘em all, let the fuckin’ jung--” “Enough.” Vallas says as he rattles the bars of the cage with a loud sweep of his sword. “I intend to forgive you, as I will them. As the sun rises again every morning, so we must show mercy to all of its children.”

Wyatt goes quiet as he picks up his plate again and starts to chew mournfully.

“You’ll be joining us for the battle.” His fingers deftly undo the makeshift locking mechanism on the outside of the cage and he pulls the door open. ”Stretch and get ready.” He gets a wistful look in his eye as his friend stands and marches out of the confinement. ”When this is over, we’re all go home together, just like we intended before this nightmare began...”