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whispers-of-masser · 11 months

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Dragon's Tongue

✧ Nebarra x human!LDB, ft. Xelzaz & Khash ✧ Fluff, minor angst; 1300+ words ♫ "You And I (Stripped)" - PVRIS ✒ Something short n sweet today, I'm feeling soft

Nebarra was loath to admit it to himself, and he'd die before ever saying it aloud, but the Rift really was beautiful. Nothing compared to Alinor, to be sure, but... all the gold reminded him of home. And when he passed by a small, isolated farm, he could almost see himself on its porch, see his brother leaning against the door.

The illusions were younger, happier versions of themselves. So much more innocent, faces bright with naivety, eyes shining with plans for the future.

And then he'd gone to war.

He'd lost... so much of himself, in the deserts of Hammerfell. They had scorched and burned him inside and out, slowly bleeding him dry with every comrade he saw fall. And all that, for what? For all the Altmer's supposed superiority, the campaign had failed on all fronts – Hammerfell's walls and people defied them, and Cyrodiil remained in power, weakened but still unbroken.

How could the Thalmor still strut about, arrogant to Aetherius and back, when they had failed so miserably? How could they look at the faces of the families whose children and lovers they'd sent to die and only tell them they'd "served their purpose"?

Nebarra couldn't.

He couldn't face them at all. Not even through pen and paper, leagues away from ever having to look them in the eyes, ever having to see the pain and loss in their gaze.

Where the Thalmor were heartless, he was a coward.

And he didn't know which was worse.

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Night fell, and you called the group to halt, to make camp until dawn. Nebarra set up the tent as you argued with Xelzaz, trying to convince him that no, he shouldn't summon a flame atronach and then kill it for its fire salts, no matter how good it would make dinner taste. Khash merely looked on, muching on some clover she'd picked up somewhere.

At last though, you got Xelzaz to relent, though he asked you to gather some herbs in exchange, listing off the plants he wanted you to find.

"Ah... and take Nebarra with you."

The elf froze. Turned slowly towards the lizard. Demanded, "What? Why?"

"Two eyes are better than one," he shrugged, "and that much safer, as well. We don't know what's out there, and I'm pretty sure we passed a necromantic altar on our way here."

At that, you groaned, head rolling back like a teenager who'd just been told to do their chores. "Gods, not another one. Why do we always seem to run into those?"

"Luck of the Dragonborn? Anyway, off with you now – I have to get set up. Let's see, in whose pack did I leave my cooking pot...? Khash! Come help me with this!"

And just like that he walked off, leaving you and Nebarra alone by the campfire. A chuckle escaped you, and he glanced over to see you shaking your head. "I'm surprised he didn't tell us to hold hands, too, so we don't lose each other in the dark."

"Yeah, I'm not holding your hand," Nebarra snarked. And it was true. Absolutely true. Totally, one-hundred percent true.

"Oh wow, Nebs, that one almost hurt." Your soft laugh seemed to echo in his ears, his mind. "Come on, let's go – I don't suppose you heard any of the plants he wants?"

Blue and yellow mountain flowers, to restore and fortify. Purple for rejuvenation, and to give to Khash. Scaly pholiota for fiber and strengthening. Wild gourds and dragon's togue for flavour.

He snorted from behind his helm. "That would require paying attention to him."

"Should have known," you sighed. "Alright, listen up before I forget: blue, yellow, and purple mountain flowers, scaly pholiota, and dragon's tongue. And be careful with the purple mountain flowers, they're gifts for Khash. Oh, he also wants some wild gourds. Got it?"

"...Yeah, yeah. Let's just get going."

He definitely hadn't feigned ignorance just to hear your voice some more. Definitely not.

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"Ah, back at last! Perfect," Xelzaz said, stirring something in a pot over the fire. "Now I can get the real meal started."

"Then what's this?" Nebarra demanded as Xelzaz handed him a bowl, in exchange for the plants the Altmer carried. Even through his gauntlets he could feel its warmth, and a rich, savory scent drifted up through the slits of his helmet.

"Something amazing, from the smell," you sighed, and Nebarra didn't have to look to know you were drooling.

"Just a little sometime to hold you over," the Argonian demurred, handing you a bowl as well. "Thought I'd experiment with some of the flora I've gathered thus far."

That gave Nebarra pause. "Wait – experiment? That's settled, I'm not eating this."

"If you don't want it–"

Your words were drowned out by Khash's eager shout of, "I'll eat it! I'll take your bowl!" She rushed over to him, red eyes trained on the food.

"Khash, you had your share," Xelzaz chided. "Any more and you won't have room for the rest of dinner."

"Yes, I will! I have room for anything you make."

"She's got a point," you laughed, and Nebarra slowly, wordlessly handed her the bowl.

"I'll go keep watch," he grumbled, turning away.

"Oh, don't be like that! Nebarra!" When he didn't respond, you sighed, calling after him, "Alright, go sulk! I'll make sure Xelzaz doesn't poison your share, though you kind of deserve it!"

His back still towards you, Nebarra raised his hand in a rude gesture, and your laughter rang through the night.

Some thirty minutes later, he heard footsteps approaching; he didn't need to turn to know it was you. Your tread was distinct from the others, weighted with determination and confidence, whereas Xelzaz's was soft and steady, and Khash's light and hesitant.

"Here. Eat." Despite the short words, your tone was gentle, and Nebarra looked over to see you holding a plate out towards him, laden with a slab of meat and wild berries to the side. "It's delicious, and unpoisoned."

"How would you know?" he sniffed, catching a whiff of the food in the process. It... did smell amazing. "Did you try it?"

"I did, actually. Stole some of your steak when Xelzaz wasn't looking. And since I'm still standing here pestering you, I guess that means it's clean."

Nebarra paused, eyes training on your face. Half of it was wreathed in shadow, only the gleam of your eyes visible; the other half was illuminated by the campfire, revealing the soft smile you wore.

You... had a nice smile.

And before he could stop himself, he mumbled, "You're not... pestering me."

Surprise flickered in your gaze – surprise, and something else. Something he told himself he didn't recognise, refused to recognise.

After a moment, you said softly, "That's... good to hear, then. Because I have something else for you, too." Reaching down with your free hand, you pulled something from your belt and held it out before him. "I saved one, 'cause it reminded me of you."

Nebarra stared. There, held gently between your fingers, was a dragon's tongue flower, petals open wide and colours vibrant in full bloom. "This... reminded you of me?"

"It's gold. Just like you."

"...You really do have trouble with your eyesight, don't you? These are orange."

"Eh, close enough." You shrugged, the smile never leaving your face.

Slowly, Nebarra reached out and, ignoring the plate of food, took the flower carefully, delicately from your grasp, cradling it in his palm. "...Am I supposed to say thank you?"

"You just did." As he raised a brow from the shadows of his helm, you set the plate on a nearby rock and tapped the gauntlet that held the flower. "You accepted it."

He couldn't deny it. "Think you got me all figured out then, huh?"

Something in your smile shifted, your gaze flickering. "No. Not yet, anyways. But... I think I'd like to." And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving him alone in the dark, stunned.

And that night, as he sat in the shadows of the campfire, he stared at the flower for a long, long time.

#nebarra #nebarra skyrim #skyrim nebarra #skyrim #tes 5 #whisper writes #finally wrote that thing from my tags ages ago #and by ages i mean like a week lmaoo #also i now officially have the headcanon now that khash likes to munch on clovers and i don't know what to do with this thought #anyway in other news im so tired?? like for some reason writing Just Tonight REALLY drained me #i dont know how to describe it other than the fact that writing it felt like.... it took something from me?#idk man maybe i just burnt myself out a little; i haven't written so much and been so intent about it in actual years #tragically im not even happy about how it turned out but tbfh when is an artists ever satisfied with their own work??? neverrrr #im so tired man lol #i wanna keep working on the second part of just tonight and I have ideas for it but i just.... cannot right now lol #anyway off to play more skyrim and hopefully recharge #starting an altmer mage/college of winterhold playthough with only altmer followers #so that means im grabbing nebs; caryalind; taliesin; rumarin; idrinth; and eventually Telmiltarion since I downloaded summerset isle too #he has a standalone verison that doesnt require the full mod but #figured i'd play through the whole thing at least once since it ties into the cow story anyways #help why does “college of winterhold” abbreviate to fuckin COW I just noticed😭#anywho... ive never actually played with tel or idrinth before so im actually a little nervous; i hope i like them lol #wanted to try daegon too but then i saw she was pulled for updates and was like nuuuuu #might see about posting a screenie once i've got the whole crew together #anyway im off to go play for reals this time lol bye

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solvicrafts · 11 months

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I think my current team of followers in Skyrim is probably the strangest one I've had yet because I decided to just commit fully to the idea of downloading all or at least most of the newer Altmer follower mods, so currently we're sitting at 5 Altmer dudes, 1 Dunmer lady (my character), and a leopard we rescued from the jackass Jarl in Falkreath.

I have nearly achieved my goal of creating my own version of the WotSQ party in this game, with the realization -- which came to me only after mowing down all of the Markarth guards -- that my character is both the Quenthel and Jeggred of the party.

#skyrim #taliesin #telmiltarion #rumarin #nebarra #caryalind #Rumarin Taliesin and Caryalind all share Pharaun's role #which makes sense because I feel like Pharaun had 1/3rd of a brain cell anyway #Telmiltarion is the Ryld of the group #Nebarra is... honestly I don't know #he's a little too much of a jerk to be Valas personality-wise but he is pretty neutral I think so I guess he'd be the closest #for anyone wondering about the mods: the leopard comes from Mihail's mountain lions and panthers mod #and I used Tame the Beasts of Skyrim II to be able to tame and rescue the leopard from Jarl Siddgeir #that guy can't manage his own hold without selling his people out to bandits like hell I'm gonna let him keep the cat #I pulled a Drizzt and took the cat with me #and when I get to the Thieves Guild I'm gonna do the same with their black panther #then I'll have TWO giant murder kitties #but why stop there when I know I can tame up to 10 critters???#there's mountain lions and snow leopards and then there's the Bruma mountain lions and then there's sabrecats and--#btw I plan on adding Serana to the team at some point too #she can be our Halisstra maybe?

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whitegoldtower · 1 year

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Reworked Corryn and have given him better names/titles that are more lore friendly

His full name is Corryn Calaegar Limdur Mab aep Llaw Ereint

Meaning: Corryn, Light-bearer, Sparkling Son of the Silver Handed.

With his titles added (after his family name, Llaw Ereint): The Giant of Summerset, The Keen, Wyrmspeaker, Dread of the Atmoran and Knight of Auriel.

Why? Because he’s a big boy. A big fucking boy whose family fled to the Summerset Isles to get away from both the Dwemer and the Atmorans, he is a v talented swordsman and can speak the dragon language. Dread of the Atmoran pertains to the irony of him being a Falmer Dragonborn: Talos and Ysgramor would shit their little pants, and Knight of Auriel points at him being very devout in his faith.

As far as his personality goes, he’s pretty young and sprightly, but quiet and listens more than he speaks. He loves both of his parents and all of his siblings. He’s the eldest child. His favourite colour is orange, he would behead a man for a meat pie, and he eats double his body weight in apples, because apparently 500 apples a day keeps Talos away and whatnot. (he just really likes apples. They’re the ideal snack) He enjoys the finer things in life, but also gets excited by the prospect of sleeping under the stars. He is very affectionate and doesn’t hesitate to kiss the homies. He sees sex as a fun bonding activity between friends, and views it as a platonic thing as much as a romantic thing. He has a falling out with Nebarra? Have sex and make up. Telmiltarion isn’t feeling too good? Let’s get those endorphins up. Nearly lost Rimron? Have a night of passion to show your appreciation. His feelings for Caryalind?

Caryalind doesn’t do casual sex, and Corryn respects that. When they do come to it, though, the difference in how he sleeps with his friends versus how he sleeps with Caryalind will be very obvious.

At the same time, he doesn’t quite understand the concept of sex being something just reserved for one person, or the custom of marriage before sex. He was never taught the taboo by his parents. Why do you think he has so many siblings and half siblings? And so many aunts and uncles? The snow elves like to spread the love.

Anywho, how tf did he get to Skyrim and why?

Well, he got nabbed trying to avoid tolls and guards to get into Skyrim (naughty little shit). He was trying to get into Skyrim because his father - an old fashioned sort of nobleman - decided that it was about time he flew the nest and spent at least a good ten years proving himself worthy of his title of ‘Knight of Auriel’.

Appearance-wise (I’ll be posting pics of him soon dw), he’s extremely tall - most Altmer are up to his shoulders, he has long white hair, snow-white skin and icy blue eyes. He’s more on the muscular side, and he has that good fat tits + slutty waist combo. He’s got thick thighs, an imposing figure and a very sharp but graceful face. Weirdly enough, his smile makes him friend shaped and when he blushes it’s incredibly visible. His voice-claim is James Callis (Alucard from Netflix Castlevania). He has the Elgarnan vallaslin (I thought it was most fitting for a knight of Auriel)

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rabbittwinrithings · 3 years

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Perhaps the thing that catches me off guard the most, but love about Telmiltarion is how he sounds like he’s about to knock on my door and ask if I’ve heard the good news of the eight divines.

#Skyrim telmiltarion

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bees-tes-blog · 2 years

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LMFAO if you ask telmiltarion to wait while you’re in or around a cave he straight up tells you no

#buzz #skyrim #telmiltarion #‘you’re lucky I came with you this far’#good for him he’s being assertive

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bowandarrowandbrokenguitar · 3 years

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The Telmiltarion follower mod will be ported to xbox and I'm so hyped!

#pretty Altmer boy who's snarky 💓#skyrim #custom follower mod #telmiltarion skyrim #telmiltarion

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isamajor · 1 month

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Whumpril 2024 : day 16 to 20

16 . Coughing Fit

Telmiltarion hated caves. Each descent triggered an inexplicable apprehension. These cramped spaces made the hair on the back of his neck bristle, and this feeling of being trapped gave rise to panicked thoughts.

The air smelled earthy and stale. The dust made him cough. When he tried to breathe again, it became wheezy. The fear of choking took over, and his heavy breathing turned into fits of wheezing coughs. An endless loop began: increased fear, intensified wheezing, followed by violent coughing and choking gasps. He could no longer calm his cough. Everything his companions tried to do to relieve him seemed in vain. (103)

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17 . Hallucination

Nebarra staggered through the forest, holding a nearly empty bottle of wine in his hand. Fatigue tugged at his eyelids, but he refused to give in to sleep and its nightmares. The shadows of the trees in the moonlight turned into changing specters, dancing before his troubled gaze. A twig snapped under his feet, putting him on alert. He turned around, drew his sword, expecting enemies, but saw nothing. Only silence answered. Then, whispers floated on the breeze, growing louder with each passing second.

Complaints, dying groans, pleas... Was it real or were his nightmares from the War coming to life on the wind? (104)

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18 . Broken Glass

The vial had slipped from his hands and crashed to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces and spilling its precious contents onto the floor. Lucien knelt down and tried to pick up the scattered pieces of glass but the sharp fragments did not fail to cut his fingers. He let out a squeal of surprise and pain. Drops of blood mixed with the spilled potion on the floor and, for a moment, Lucien became afraid of the alchemical mixture it could have made. He froze, sucking his wounds, among the broken pieces of glass, waiting for a possible alchemical reaction. (101)

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19 . « I need you. »

This goodbye sounded like a farewell. The dragon would transport the Dragonborn to the ancient fortress of Skuldafn. From there they would go through the portal to Sovngarde. A sort of journey of no return. Their companions who can teleport themselves would join them, but Lucien remained behind. Someone had to stay, right? However he wanted to believe that the Dragonborn could come back.

"Skyrim needs its Dragonborn. So do I.", he said in a strangled voice. "Ah that's sounded awfully gushy." he tried to compose himself. Then, squeezing the Dragonborn's forearm, he added, staring intensely at them, "Still, it's true.". (104)

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20 . Touch Starved

Taliesin sat alone in his tent, fingers playing with the cover of a book he had found in an old chest. The candle flame flickered, and the shadows caressed his face. Memories attacked him. Moments of casual touches like a friendly pat on the shoulder, a squeeze of the hand...

He sighed. He hoped, in the future, that his relationships with his new traveling companions would allow him to be touched, cherished, fully accepted as one of them. To ease the crushing void within him. Just one tender gesture, a single act of kindness to remind him he was worthy of being loved. (103)

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You can read all the Whump drabbles I've made so far for the Skyrim Custom-voiced Followers here ! Drabble collection (collection of small texts around 100 words each) featuring the Last Dragonborn, Kaidan, Lucien Flavius, Inigo the Brave, Auri, Nebarra, Xelzaz, Remiel, Lucifer the Argonian, Caryalind Thallery, Telmiltarion, Gore, Taliesin, Lydia and Serana.

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isamajor · 1 year

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Have I too many followers ? Does such a thing exist ???

With me :

• Lucien (Imperial)

• Inigo (Khajiit)

• Auri (Bosmer)

• Kaidan (Akaviri)

• Lydia (Nord)

• Serana (Nord - Vampire)

• Vigilance (Dog)

• Telmiltarion (Altmer)

• Nebarra (Altmer)

• Yazakh (Orc)

• Xelzaz (Argonian)

• Remiel (Breton)

I still need to go to Solstheim to get Teldryn (Dunmer). Ideally I would like to have a Redguard (custom voiced) follower so I could have followers from all the races of Tamriel !

#skyrim #skyrim custom followers #skyrim modded followers #Lucien Flavius #inigo #auri song of the green #kaidan #telmiltarion #nebarra #yazakh #xelzaz #remiel #lydia skyrim #serana volkihar #vigilance

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isamajor · 9 months

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Skyrim custom-voiced followers and panic attacks underground.

#skyrim #skyrim custom followers #taliesin #remiel #telmiltarion #whump

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year

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Dragonborn: hi I’m the dragonborn and these are the golden boys.

Cary, Tel, Nebby, & Rumarin: hello.

#cinnamon roll. knight. the bitch. and the drunk uncle respectively #rumarin skyrim #Caryalind skyrim #nebarra skyrim #Telmiltarion skyrim #skyrim #elder scrolls #tes

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isamajor · 11 months

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The Road to High Hrothgar with four Altmer as followers. First part : around Ivarstead.

→ Part two

#skyrim #skyrim custom followers #taliesin #nebarra #caryalind thallery #telmiltarion #long post #altmer #ivarstead

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isamajor · 10 months

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Whumpblrful’s 100 Drabble Challenge - Whump Edition (prompt 1 to 5)

I decided to try another whump challenge before whumptober comes, so I’m going to do @whumpblrful‘s 100 Drabble Challenge. :D

1- “Don’t touch them”

There were too many vampires. They had felt the blood and the power of their little troop and had come in numbers. Soon they were overwhelmed, weakened by vampiric drains, frozen by ice attacks, and beset by the cold bodies of vampires yearning to taste their warm, throbbing blood. In front of this, helpless, the Dragonborn could only scream "Don't touch them!!". The shout had the sound of thunder. But this only froze the vampires for an instant. Eyes filled with rage, the Dragonborn shouted louder, ancient words coming from the depths of his draconic soul. (97)

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2- Torture

Taliesin's body, covered in bruises and wounds, writhed in pain from the new volley of blows. He enjoyed the pain, but to a certain point and in a certain context which unfortunately was not the latter. His former comrades from Thalmor were unleashed on him, setting an example. The sucid missions had not been enough, Taliesin had betrayed them and left Thalmor to travel with the Dragonborn. It was more than treason. He went through torture. But even when they had defiled and torn out his beautiful hair, he would not open his teeth. He would not betray the Dragonborn. (101)

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3 – Forced to watch

Nebarra and Telmiltarion ventured into Markarth's market, in search for provisions, unaware of the looming danger. Guards working for the Silver-Blood family emerged from the shadows, cornering them in a narrow alley. Quickly, Telmiltarion found himself disarmed and restrained by a bunch of men in green armor. Other guards tore off Nebarra's helmet, exposing his defiant expression and youthful face.

"Harmless as bunnies, eh?" one guard sneered, landing a vicious blow on Nebarra's cheek.

Others joined in, pummeling Nebarra with blows. Telmiltarion's heart pounded as he fought against his restraints, desperate to help him. He could do nothing but watch. (105)

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4 – Held

The Dragonborn's world shifted as tentacles snatched them into Hermaeus Mora's realm, Apocrypha. Panic gripped Kaidan's heart as he lunged to catch them, but Xelzaz firmly held him back by an arm and Lucien gripped his wrist.

"You can't go there, it's too dangerous. They has to confront Miraak alone. Apocrypha is treacherous, Hermaeus Mora wouldn't allow another player in their game.", Lucien explained, his grip tight.

The Black Book consumed the Dragonborn, and, firmly held by his traveling companions, Kaidan stared with a heavy heart as the book closed itself and fell to the ground. (102)

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5 - Bruised

Gore winced as Lucien gently probed his bruised side. He grumbled at him to be careful. Lucien's eyes softened with concern, apologizing but explaining that he needed to check for an internal injury.

"...Fine.", nodded Gore. He gritted his teeth when he felt Lucien's hands on the large bruises that adorned his back.

Chuckly weakly, he added "That dragon's tail packed a wallop."

Lucien's fingers traced the purplish-blue marks left by the dragon's swipe, announcing that he had been lucky that the dragon hadn't broken anything, before casting a healing spell on Gore's back. (102)

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isamajor · 1 year

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Whumpril 2023 - day 6 to 10

6 - Bad Coping Mechanisms

Drink to forget. This bloody face with an arrow stuck through it. And the other horrors of war. The atrocities that he himself committed. Nebarra reeked of alcohol, was confused in words, in memories. Xelzaz thought it was almost some kind of suicide, at this level. Snatching a bottle of Colovian brandy from his hands, Nebarra sharply retorted that he needed it. That it was for him only to kill two birds with one stone. And in the watery eyes of the elf seen through his helmet, you could see how much the war had affected him, more than he cared to admit. (103)

7 – Unsteady

“A skeever could’ve done a better job.”

Obviously, the Altmer had to make fun of him. Feeling unsteady on his feet, clutching his ribs, Xelzaz hissed in annoyance between his teeth. Even House Telvanni could sometimes suffer defeat. A giant's club had grazed him before he could even cast a spell and it had nastily thrown him against some rocks a little further away. His injuries weren't too serious, just broken ribs and ugly bruises, but left him painfully panting and staggering. Xelzaz hoped his healing potions didn't broke on the impact : he would not ask Nebarra to help him to walk. (105)

8 – Dehydradation

The sun in the Alik'r desert was harsh and biting. Everything felt dry. His skin, his eyes, his tongue. He would have kill for a few drops of water. Nebarra felt dizzy walking under the sun, in the sand and rocks of the desert. If he stopped, he died. Lots of his comrades have already died. He felt his heart pounding faster, its beating ringing in his ears. His head hurted, his limbs hurted, even swallowing was hurting his throat. But he had to move forward. A step, then another one. The thirst was haunting. It was his only thought. (101)

9 – Bruises / « Who did this to you ? »

They found Lucien laying down on the grass. His lips were swollen, his nose bleeding and had some big visibles bruises on the jaw and shoulders. But he was alive, it was all that mattered. Already his companions had rushed to hand him some healing potion but the blow he got to the mouth prevented him to drink it. He tried to move. It only made the Imperial whine, his bruises being too painful.

His ears back and his fangs curled, Inigo growled, visibly furious.

« Who did this to you, my friend ? Tell me, so I can put an arrow through his eyes. » (103)

10 – Shiver / « I'm scared »

Just by the smell, Telmiltarion could smell where the Dragonborn was taking him. He couldn't help an unpleasant shiver running down his spine. A cave. Full of bears. Two of the things he hated the most. The idea of being underground oppressed him and gave him cold sweats. The idea of being trapped underground in the company of ferocious and hungry cave bears made him tremble all over.

« Please don't make me wait for you in the middle of this cave. I've a bad feeling about this place. I'm scared. » (96)

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isamajor · 10 months

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Whumpblrful’s 100 Drabble Challenge - Whump Edition (prompt 26 to 30)

More of of @whumpblrful‘s 100 Drabble Challenge with Skyrim Custom-voiced Followers.

26 – Flinch

He hated caves. The stale air that stagnated there. The feeling of suffocation and the possibility of being swallowed up under tons of earth and stone. Telmiltarion had followed the Dragonborn and the others, with his teeth clenched, his stomach knotted, and his ears straining for the slightest suspicious noise. The sudden echo of rolling pebbles made him flinch nervously. He suppressed a small cry, his sweaty hands clutching the hilt of his sword to keep them from shaking. With each noise a little too sharp, a little too close, the Altmer could not suppress the reflex flinches of his body. (101)

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27 – Forgiven

"You will never be forgiven, I never can. You were a Thalmor bastard.", Kaidan threw at Taliesin, with a dark look. The Mer sighed, lowering his eyes. The barb hurt. He had a lot of blood on his hands. All for the ego of his father and the Aldmeri society, which were not afraid to break a young soul to fit the mold. But that, Kaidan probably couldn't hear. It certainly didn't erase his guilt. And besides, was that forgivable ? The bottom of his soul wasn't bad, Taliesin just hoped his time in the Thalmor hadn't tainted it too much. (104)

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28 – Abuse

Lucien was shaking. The guards had accused him of theft he had not committed. He had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and seemed like the perfect culprit to them. Barbs and insults rained down first, and when Lucien found a bit of courage to oppose them with his right, the beatings followed. The guards pushed Lucien against the cold stone wall.

"Pathetic Imperial scum. No one will believe you. We are the law."

In the dimness of the cell, they abused the scholar, until his spirit broke and he agreed to confess this theft he had never committed. (102)

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29 – Brainwashing

His father relentlessly molded him to be shaped into the perfect Thalmor. Day after day, he was subjected to mental conditioning, his own thoughts twisted to align with Thalmor ideals. Taliesin was the first born son, he couldn't disappoint his father.

"You must rid yourself of weakness", his father would say, his voice like ice. "Embrace the rightfulness of our cause."

The brainwashing took its toll, leaving Taliesin questioning his own identity, hating is own body. The line between truth and manipulation blurred, and he found himself torn between loyalty to his homeland and the doubt in his heart. (100)

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30 – Illness

His body was burning with fever and shivering. The Rattles. The others assumed he held on as long as he could so he wouldn't have to show his pain. And now, Nebarra was unable to get up, his body weak and crippled with aches.

"You need to rest.", Xelzaz sighed, pressing a cloth soaked in cold water to the mercenary's forehead.

"I don't need your pity, lizard.", he growled in a hoarse, weak voice before looking away.

Xelzaz didn't bother to retort. Seeing Nebarra so weak and sick affected him more than he imagined. (98)

#skyrim #skyrim custom followers #100whumpdrabbles #telmiltarion #kaidan #taliesin #lucien flavius #nebarra #xelzaz #flinch #forgiven #abuse #abused by guards #brainwashing #conditioning #illness #fever #whump #whump drabble

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