#echeverium

A storm is coming. You felt it in the way the wind blew long before darkness took the sky, but you assumed you could make it to the next town in time. What a wrong assumption that was on your part. You barely made it halfway before rumbling thunder was shaking the ground beneath you, lightning dancing across the sky behind the mountains. If you had more time, you might admire it.

With black clouds moving in to loom over you, threatening to drown you with their very presence, you decide it’s time to take cover. But where? You’re surrounded by nothing but trees and the cobblestone road in front of you seems to stretch to the horizon, not a building or even a cave in sight...

You wander, pushing your luck with time as sprinkles begin to paint the ground a darker color. If you didn’t find cover soon, you might freeze to death from the wet chill the storm would surely bring-

There!

A small shack, overgrown with grass and weeds. Abandoned, you realize. It wouldn’t be the perfect cover, as the wood looked like it would barely hold to the gusts of wind, but it would have to do.

Just as you scurry past the threshold, the sky begins to dump buckets. Thankfully, you’re mostly dry, but there is a small fire pit in the center of the floor just waiting to be lit, and besides a slight leak in the ceiling on one side of the place, you’ll remain dry.

After a quick glance around, you deduce that this was once a hunter’s shack. Various tools for skinning hung above a table, next to it a basket of broken arrows that were never repaired and a chest that was raided long ago. There’s a shelf with old books, unreadable now thanks to the environment taking its toll on the pages, and a bed with little more than a fur blanket for cover.

Lightning lights up the inside, followed by a roll of thunder. The storm wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. You light a fire to get a little more light and sit on the bed, hands held out towards the flames while they warm you.

Hours seem to pass, and still, the storm rages on with a fury you hadn’t seen in a long while. Exhaustion and boredom are taking their toll on your mind, and you find yourself laying back on the bed to stare at the ceiling while the crackling of the fire begins to lure you to sleep...

And when you wake up, you realize you’re definitely not in the hunter’s shack anymore.

*Record scratch*

*Freeze frame*

Yupp. That’s me. You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.

echeverium said to justshutthemup: ↑ ANOTHER! (If you want, for Brynjar)

@brynjar

She missed Kodlak. 

Gods, how she missed the old man, who had become a bit of a father to her in her time with the Companions. Things were ticking along in Whiterun, yes, but in Jorrvaskr it still felt as if time was frozen.

She still felt a pang when she walked past the chair that had always been his- was technically just the Harbinger’s, but he had been her Harbinger.

But, Brynjar was Harbinger now, and Hawke had no complaints. He was the right person for the job. At least to her- others of their order thought differently.

Today, Hawke’s goal was to talk to Brynjar about Kodlak, share memories and maybe talk about getting revenge on the Silver Hand.

As such, she made her way to him, a bottle of wine tucked under her arm and a basket with some bread and cheese hanging off the opposite arm.

What is this in reference to?

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?’

Navalli: Unfortunately, she doesn’t have a lot to feel nostalgic about. However, there are a few things she really enjoys, the main one being her writing. Whenever she takes her time to write and practice calligraphy, which she does a lot, she remembers Jhatari and how the Khajiit female really taught her a lot. If not for Jhatari, she wouldn’t be nearly as far along developmentally as she is now.

Crevan: For the good pre-kidnapping things, Crevan doesn’t remember much, but the smell of dust, books, and fresh wood will bring him back to his home in Cyrodiil. His parents were aristos, as far as he remembers, but they didn’t have a servant to clean the house, so the dust would often collect leaving long silent halls. Things were orderly, just unkempt, and he spent a lot of time in the library. Never reading, just enjoying a nap or walking around.

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Navalli: HO BOY. Jealous Navalli comes off in pure spite. She gets extremely petty in the things she says and does, and when you call her out on it, she backs down into a quiet corner and will spend the rest of the time brooding and glaring at whoever she’s with/whoever is causing the jealousy.

Crevan: He... doesn’t get jealous very easily. He’s a pirate and even though he has an everything-that-shines-is-mine mentality, he acknowledges that most people have a similar mentality and are selfish in nature, so he never takes things personally. If he does get jealous, though, for whatever reason, he’ll fight for it in subtle ways. For example, if someone happens to snag a woman at an inn that he’s interested in, he’ll get in between them and try to win her.

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

Navalli: If it’s drunk and can’t hold a conversation, she’ll take it.

Crevan: He’s a paid gay. He’s 100% straight for sure, but for the “right price,” to quote him, he’d let anyone do him.

B) What inspired you to create them?

Navalli: Navalli was inspired by one of my dear friends. Since then, she has changed a lot to be her own person/character, but the original inspiration comes from my best friend and her story (albeit very, very exaggerated. My friend was not locked in a bedroom for her whole life and starved, I promise).

Crevan: He was inspired off a dream I had about two years ago where my brother and I got kidnapped. I, being his sister Mazena, and Crevan being a really shithead version of my little brother. Again, they’re still their own characters, but their background was inspired by a dream.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Navalli: Oh dear heavens no. Navalli started off looking more Nordic, simply because I was a bigger fan of human races than the elf races, but I wanted variety, so I made her half-elf. Then I discovered the whole “mother’s genes are dominant” and her image began to warp into a more Dunmer appearance. It also took me a good year+ to realize that she has an English accent.