vvardenfellcat

“You don’t look too happy to be here.”

J’hasi started a little, expression lightening up a bit when he looked up at the taller of the two brothers before returning to the whelp poking around the kegs.

“I was. Then I saw your brother. …no offense.” The Khajiit frowned, thinking for a moment before offering a smile towards Aldaril, ears pricking again.

“Well…I mean, you’re here. If I’m lucky he’ll be glued to the kegs, get drunk, and not bother me. Dunno if you’re a fan of mead, but they got this festival stuff that’s really good. Else I think they got spiced wine and loads of food. The roast pork and apples are really good.” He swiped over his mouth, realizing he was drooling already just thinking about it. Ghost huffed at the Altmer, giving him a long look before shaking out her mane and resuming pestering the Khajiit for treats, nibbling at his scarf.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

J’hasi grinned, Ghost snorting into his mane between his ears, trying to reach his tankard without success.

“Free food and drink, good enough for me. Might try the archery contest, actually, provided I’m not drunk by then.” The pale mare butted her head between his shoulderblades, knocking him forward a step before he laughed and rubbed over her forehead with his knuckles, allowing her a small drink.

“I didn’t know /you/ were going to be here.” [Trond]

“What, and miss out on the opportunity for free food and drink? For shame, I thought you knew me better than that.” J’hasi teased, his tail curling behind him. He offered him his second tankard of festival brew. He could get another for Ghost in a second.

“You gotta try this, I think they made some sort of spiced pumpkin mead or something.”

shadows-of-almsivi:

The carriage had beaten the life from his joints, thudding and jolting over every possible rock and pothole. Impossible to either rest or write, it had been a phenomenally-long fourteen hours. Moraelyn was half-convinced he could taste splinters, and wished he could spit a few of them at the sour-eyed carriage driver for his bruises. He settled for a withering glance and a few choice curses under his breath, but it wasn’t the same…

He stretched out his crackling spine, leaning against the stable wall to help spread out his tightened shoulderblades. His sternum popped. “Ayyeh…” he groused to himself, raking his wind-mussed hair back into a semblance of order. “Lords take the bastard–”

He stilled a little, hearing a soft laugh he had not expected. He frowned, turning in its direction. A little too far away to hear him, surely, but who was that? A dark-furred Khajiit, lingering by the stalls with a tankard that reminded him fiercely of his own thirst. Did he still have that flask of whitecrow-gin in his pack, or was it only the wine left…

“Ah, well met, stranger.” He smoothed his well-worn scowl into a more welcoming expression, glad at least to see someone having a better day than he. Imperial Cyrodiilic felt odd on his tongue again. “Fine travels?”

J’hasi’s ears perked at the familiar accent, still grinning from Ghost nuzzling one of his ears, pestering for more apple. He scratched at her jaw, ducking under her head to give the stranger a short wave in greeting.

“<Warm welcome to you, sera!>” Ghost snorted directly into his ear, the Khajiit giggling before cutting another slice of apple to appease her, patting her jaw as she set to munching with a swish of her tail. His tail curled as he took a smaller drink out of his tankard, licking his lips before speaking again.

“<Fair enough, I’d say. Riften’s a lot nicer than Winterhold this time of year. The leaves are gorgeous. Though I’d take a guess from your cursing that yours wasn’t as pleasant?>” The mare’s ears pricked for a moment before nosing at her master’s tankard, curious about the smell.

“Are you going to go watch the race?”

The Khajiit paused, ears pricked, mouth full of meat. He nearly answered before remembering he was eating, chewing and swallowing before licking his lips clean to speak.

“There’s a race? If there is, I’d watch. I don’t think Ghost would appreciate running one barebacked.” The mare snorted, nosing his jaw and blowing air into his ear, wanting more apple slices.

revenantmessiah:

tesrp:

Hello all~ I have officially made & launched the Elder Scrolls Roleplay Support Blog!

I decided to make a masterlist for the Elder Scrolls roleplaying community, because me & a few other roleplayers here have noticed that it is exceptionally hard to get your name out there & to find other fellow TES rpers. Hopefully, this should make things a bit easier for us all & help bring us more together as a community!

If you do not tag your post properly, you will not be added. If this gets to be a big thing, I won’t have the time to scan through everyone’s profiles to find what I need.

Characters of all games are accepted!

To be added, here’s what you need to do:

Be an Elder Scrolls Roleplay Blog OR…

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Reblog this post

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It was a nice break from the constant dreary landscape of Winterhold, this festival. He’d braided a few choice leaves into Ghost’s mane, giving her some splashes of autumn colors against her normally pale coat, feeding her pieces of apple as he took swigs of a special festival brew he was actually coming to like. Shame it was only for the festival. He’d like a crate or two back up at the College for later.

Ghost lipped at his mane, ready for another slice of apple to crunch. J’hasi chuckled, cutting another slice off with his knife, holding it up for her to lip up and crunch, nickering softly in thanks. The Khajiit pat her neck, giving it a rub before reaching for his tankard, the sweetness of honey blending with the whole flavor of what he was suspecting was pumpkin, full of spices pouring over his tongue.

22 and 29?

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

J’hasi doesn’t really have ‘favorites’, he just spits out whatever pops into his head first, and if it fits well enough for repeat offenders it sticks. Usually he only insults people for being a dick of some sort, or a Thalmor, or somewhere along the lines of someone treading on other people for some perceived inferiority or flaw. He doesn’t really have anyone to talk behind someone’s back to in the first place, but typically he only mutters his negative or sarcastic thoughts to himself if he’s forced to work with them or something similar where he has to appear civil. He’s fairly open about his opinions of other people, honestly.

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29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

Honestly it depends on if you’re a friend or not. A friend he’ll try to be protective if it’s something to actually be wary of, while more irrational fears he’ll be gentle about it unless it’s so powerful that it’s along the lines of they can’t even think of the fear without panicking.

Strangers he doesn’t really bother with, not purposefully bringing them into contact with said fear, but he typically doesn’t worry too much about working around it because…they’re a stranger. Why would he talk with a stranger anyway aside from directions? He’ll be gone by tomorrow anyway.

If you’re an enemy, though, he will use it against you if he feels the need. Typically this only applies to true assholes of Tamriel, or Thalmor. Either way, if he finds out about your worst fear, you’re fucked.

Super detailed questions about your OCs

liaraliara:

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?
2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?
3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?
4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?
5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?
6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?
7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?
8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?
9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?
10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?
11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?
12. What is their favourite food?
13. What is their least favourite food?
14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?
15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?
16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?
17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?
18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else
19. What’s their least favourite genres?
20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?
21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?
22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?
23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?
24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?
25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?
26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?
27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?
28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?
29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?
30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?
31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?
32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?
33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?
34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?
35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?
36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?
37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?
38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?
39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?
40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?
41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?
42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?
43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?
44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?
45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?
46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?
47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?
48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?
49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?
50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

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The Khajiit’s ears pricked at another drink, from yet another stranger. Nothing seemed off about the drink, so he popped the cork and offered a grin in return.

“Don’t suppose you’re tryna get me drunk?” he joked before tipping the mead back with a curl of his tail.