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#Vorcano Adorin
vorcarno-adorin · 3 years
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Another Vorcano aesthetic
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skyrim-crossing · 4 years
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vorcarno-adorin · 3 years
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Vorcano Aesthetic
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vorcarno-adorin · 4 years
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Vorcano Adorin Aesthetic (2/?)
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skyrim-crossing · 3 years
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WE BACK IN BUISNESS
FT. REVAMPED OBSIDIAN AND SEXY VAMPIRE LORD VORCANO
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skyrim-crossing · 3 years
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Vampire dads! (OC @vorcarno-adorin)
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skyrim-crossing · 4 years
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I did all of greymoor and never took a picture of the two Altmer vampire nerds together 😔🥺
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skyrim-crossing · 4 years
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3. Defeat(ed) for Vorcano.
He pulled the knife from his chest, dark liquid splattering against the cobbles. The cold of the blade was hardly shocking but did cause him a minor discomfort. It itched more than it hurt. As the dagger clattered to the floor, he relaxed his overtaxed biceps. Vorcarno didn't notice, but he had tensed upon impact.
Vorcarno chuckled, standing up straight after he stumbled a little. His hollow eyes glared deep into hers, keeping their eyes locked as she desperately tried to scramble away. She broke the enchantment, glancing at the dagger, which he swiftly kicked out of her reach before beginning his attack. The assassin cried out in shock as he surrounded himself in a dark purple mist. Childs play to him, but years of study for anyone else. It was one of his most favoured spells. It instilled such fear, no matter who he faced. The most hardened of warriors would tremble as he circled them, exerting his power and dominance over such fools who attempted to challenge him.
"You monster!" The Bosmer assassin cried as she gasped for breath, suddenly finding his white fingers entwining around her neck. Vorcarno chuckled at her response, his grip tightening. "People see me as their saviour, their guardian, some even their god. Do you claim that I am a monster? I assist the people who you cast out of your feeble societies. I give them a purpose, a place to call home, and most importantly, a family. Perhaps it's you who are the monsters!" He roared.
The crack of her bones under his hands made him recoil, and drop her lifeless body upon the stones. Her final cry still echoed against the cold walls of the monastery. He hadn't meant to take her life. She was to serve as a warning to the ones he despised. And a gift, displaying his power. Instead, she rested in an unceremonious heap, his crimson blood splattering her face. Shaking his head, Vorcarno lifted the still warm maiden into his arms and carried her throughout his home. The abandoned castle he and his ilk had found, served as a suitable place of residence and allowed a flow of information to echo around the halls each day. Now, silence. His blood-kin were out hunting, leaving him alone. The assassin had chosen a perfect time to strike.
The cold air around him went unnoticed. He had lost his natural warmth centuries ago. The sky above, surrounded in a thick mist. The castle had a rather large garden, but there was a gated alchemy garden, to which only he had access. It seemed the right thing to do was to take the assassin there. He placed the body upon a stone altar, which he adorned with a few nearby deathbells. His hands shifted through the energy in the air, watching as flames started to consume the Bosmer. The warmth from the fire was unnerving, melting most of the snow around the garden. When all that was left of her was ash, he took one of the empty decorative urns and carefully swept them into it.
Vorcarno was confused as to why he felt so compelled to respectfully return her. Previous foes had ended up being drained dry by him and his gluttonous blood children. He would task one of his kin to return the urn to the guild of assassins she was sent from, which he learnt from the writ on her corpse. Until they returned, he sat upon a marble bench, the urn next to him, and turned his head up towards the dark sky. He chuckled slightly. In a way, she had completed her task of defeating him. He hadn't shown any form of respect or compassion towards a mortal for thousands of years. They were the ones who cursed him, so why would he? But that young girl had brought something out in him which he hadn't seen for a very long time. Even when he was mortal.
The feeling of defeat was rare for the Altmer. He prided himself in his combat and magical prowess. Very few times did someone best him, and if so, it was usually through foul play. That's when he realised what was wrong. He never allowed her a chance to fight. Instead, he turned his inner frustrations against the poor thing, as her lungs burned, as she screamed but no noise came out. He was the one who played dirty this time. And for the first time, he admitted that he was defeated.
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skyrim-crossing · 4 years
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Pastey looking bois (I love Verandis and so does Vorcano lmao)
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vorcarno-adorin · 4 years
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Vorcano Aesthetic (1/?)
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vorcarno-adorin · 4 years
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Introducing my Altmer Vampire: Vorcarno Adorin
A short, backstory of sorts of my ex-conjuration teacher turned vampire
The taste of iron and salt rolled over his tongue. His heart pounded as the warmth passed down his throat, heating him slightly from the inside, opposed to the chilled wind. The first bite was always dangerous, just enough to send him over the edge. Hundreds of years of harbouring this dreaded curse would never change the feeling of feeding. After gasping slightly, he clenched his jaw further upon the supple skin of his thrall. The thrall made a noise of discomfort as he continued to dine, but did not attempt any disobedience. It was rare he would indulge like this, usually putting off feeding until he could feel his self-control slip through his stiffening fingers.
He moved his hand to the thrall's shoulder to support himself, remembering how perverse feeding used to be for him. When he was newly turned, he swore a vow that he would never feed off a mortal. Like the lesser being, he was back then, he made do with the revolting blood of local wildlife. He had fled from his home in Alinor, lest anyone discover his affliction. He had lived a pampered life since being a boy, so hunting was a daunting task. He had spent many days living in a cave nearby the southern seashore before he was discovered. The circumstances in which he was found were more than embarrassing. Hunched around a dwindling fire, shaking as he drained the blood from a sheep he had stolen from a nearby farm. Tears streamed as he remembered what he had given up: his wife, his children, his students. Gone.
The stranger's echoing voice, startled him as he clasped the dagger on his belt. She put up her hands and allowed him a moment to calm. Kneeling by the fire, the Altmer introduced herself. "An ambassador of the Bloodbound clan," he recalled her saying. She told him that her Master, the leader of their clan, had sensed a poor lost soul, in need of family and purpose once again. He listened to her words carefully, contemplating his ideas. She promised to take him to see her Master, but only if the man was willing to keep the location of the clan secret. At first, he refused. After a little more coaxing, he soon found himself placing his shaking hand in hers.
Momentarily removing his fangs from the thrall's neck, his mind skimmed over the memories of meeting his new Master. It felt strange to be stood in the cold hall, a singular throne at the opposite end of the room. His boots clicked against the marble flooring as he walked alone. The tension in his shoulders began to hurt as he ventured closer. He never knew the effect this man he was approaching would have on the rest of his life. Gone were the days of being a coward, clinging to pathetic mortal values. His Master gave him purpose, gave him power. Brought his status in the world higher than he ever could have achieved as a mortal. He relished in it.
"L-Lord Vorcarno?" A timid voice called from the doorway of his balcony, easing him back to reality. He removed his fangs from the thrall's neck once again, gently cleaning his mouth with a cloth. He may have been a vampire, but he was still civilised.
"Ah Ulane, my dear. Come closer" he spoke softly, turning to face the young Bosmer. She smiled, stepping onto the chilled stone of the balcony. He turned his attention back to the thrall, instructing them to retire to bed. The thrall made a hum of acknowledgement before stumbling past Ulane, walking back into the building.  
Vorcarno gestured to the seat beside him, always there just in case, he had company to entertain. Ulane nodded, shuffling into comfort.
"The Master wishes to speak with you. There's been a rumour of a group of Altmeri vampire hunters patrolling around this area. He wishes to try and distract the situation, which naturally, is where you come in," she explained, turning her head up to the cloudy night sky.
"Yes, I'd heard something about that. Please tell our Lord that I will be there presently," Vorcarno told her. She hummed an agreement, bowed to him and left him alone again. He ran a hand over his face in frustration. It wasn't the first time he had to deal with pesky vampire hunters. He wished that the lesser vampires could take care of it, but he couldn't go against the wishes of their patriarch. After years spent together, he began to treat Vorcarno like a son. He wouldn't squander that.
As he stood, he brushed off his robes. A few spots of dust and dirt had blown onto them. For a moment, he placed his cold hands on the even chillier railing and gazed over the view below him. Throughout his time as a vampire, he'd travelled to nearly every province. However, this was his first time in Skyrim. His clan were currently occupying an old castle, located not too far from Windhelm, hidden from public view. A tiresome and treacherous walk was needed to reach this place. The local Nords wouldn't be a problem. They'd be weaker by the time they reached the castle, that is if they knew it was there. He turned away from the balcony, his boots clicking against the stone flooring. His thoughts turned back to the life he used to live in Summerset. He chuckled aloud as he entered his quarters. How could he ever have thought that was a better life than the one he had been gifted now?
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skyrim-crossing · 4 years
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Vorcano is so much fun to play
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skyrim-crossing · 4 years
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Oh, and for people asking, yes Vorcano is my oc. @vorcarno-adorin is run by me, that vampire king is mine. I didn't steal him lmao.
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skyrim-crossing · 4 years
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Really want to draw Vorcano (maybe with Obsidian) but my drawing skills are like god awful. Might just commission someone at this point lmao
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vorcarno-adorin · 4 years
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Feel free to send me asks about him (Obsidian has had way too much love)
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skyrim-crossing · 4 years
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Some Vorcano's (@vorcarno-adorin)
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