#underground-alchemist

Also Snow Elves. Love them.

it makes me happy to know that people like the characters i come up with, so thank you a lot ;w;

[[I love the language TES comes up with and I try to put together a decent sentence structure using what is known. Fortunately it’s one of the more fleshed out languages in cannon so there is a lot to work with and if I have to fill anything in I tend to look for influences of Tolkein elvish. Ayleidoon, Falmeris, and Dunmeris is also implied to branch from Aldmeris as a root language, while Dwemeris uses similar symbols (but Aldmeris is also implied to have come from Elhnofey). I sort of compare languages like Falmeris and Ayleidoon to have the same comprehension as Spanish and Portuguese, they two are mostly understandable between each other but vary ever so slightly. I only know one language myself because I’m from the US, but there are other people with a lot more comprehension toward translating different sentence structures.

 I did write about this a while back but it was before I was active again. For TL;DR: It’s Theo’s fault (somewhat), he made a deal and all of that dropped onto Adelein’s lap the moment she was born. Granted, Theo didn’t mean for it to happen (…somewhat) and they are both tangled into the greatest cluster of misunderstandings that Uluscant could explain very easily, but he doesn’t because REASONS. She get’s her tattoo at the last part of this three part journal I wrote up. [x] [x] [x]There is also this very old, and the very first interaction she’s had with Hermaeus Mora. [x]  She’s also a conduit, which is a lore of my own where a deadric prince shares part of their consciousness with an autonomous being, usually against their will. This allows them to see and feel more connected to Mundas by using the mortal’s coil as their ‘shield’ through the Dragonfires. So Adelein doesn’t revere Hermaeus Mora at all, he’s something she can’t cut out without cutting out too much of herself but wants to remain in control. The tattoo is her connection to that, and it also connects her to the black book titled: Seed of the Garden. This book was also the same book Theo used to make the deal and belonged to Uluscant ages ago.

As the night began to encroach on the area, and the mists started to settle, Igneaus piled more kindling on the dwindling flame, which it hungrily devoured. The radiance of the fire seeped through the gaps in the structure of his home, eerily lighting the twisted trees and wiry bushes that surrounded his home.

@underground-alchemist It wasn’t often that a colleague would request Uluscant’s presence, usually because the Ayleid was wise enough to uphold a sense of secrecy among those that he exchanged information with. However, a letter was delivered to his hands with the wax seal of the Synod mages. A proposition was offered with payment in two measures, gold and research, for the patient was not an ordinary member of the college.  On owls wings, the travel could be done incrementally in one night over Craglorn. Trading off to reclaim his form or hunting sustenance to convert into magicka. Uluscant agreed to the position and set off to the location specified by the mages in the Northern parts of Cyrodiil. A land that’s name never lost meaning in his kin’s tongue but the sense of belonging was met with dissonance.  The owl’s talons met with stone, arriving at the balcony in which the patient stayed. Uluscant recalled the instructions to knock three times against the windowpane, doing so with his beak and awaiting a response.   

“How many do you know? Are they still around like you?”

I’ll drink to his memory if one of these drunkards get angry and decide they’ve had enough.