Aenian-finishing statsName: Aenian (pronounced Un-Eye-En)Aenian-finishing stats by dawnofwar1987
Age: 19 (Before conscription into the Grey Wardens)
20 (At the Battle for Denerim)
Background: City Elf
Eye Colour: Hazel
Hair Colour: Red (shaved)
Personality: Rash, fearless, stubborn and defiant pretty much sums him up. Always willing to fight for the elven cause, even against human authority. Since becoming a Grey Warden, his attitudes towards humans have softened, but he is still prejudiced against mages, especially apostates.
Romance: Aside from a brief engagement to Nesiara prior to being conscripted into the Grey Wardens, there was no romance for him.
Character Level: 21
The Battle for Denerim pt4The ascent up the immense fortress, infested with hundreds of darkspawn, was no small feat. The darkspawn that occupied the fortress had impeded the progress of the Grey Warden and the Dalish keeper, desperate in their defence of their draconic overlord. Hours of fighting in the city below were taking their toll on the two elves. Aenian had been slowing due to fatigue as he ascended higher towards the battlements where the Archdemon was licking the wounds that Riordan had inflicted on it before his deathly plummet. The Grey Warden had occasionally struggled against the tide of darkspawn that pressed against him and Zathrian, especially when they charged in staggering numbers. The elven Warden had taken a few blows from the cruel and serrated weaponry of the darkspawn. He would had been slain but for the only thing keeping him alive during the fighting, the dragonbone armour that Wade had crafted for him just weeks earlier. Aenian saw that ZathrThe Battle for Denerim pt4 by dawnofwar1987
The Battle for Denerim pt3Behind him, Aenian could sense several darkspawn approaching from behind. He knew that they were coming from the courtyard, where he had come in from just moments before. He could only assume that Mithra and her fellow Dalish had been slain.The Battle for Denerim pt3 by dawnofwar1987
Ahead of him was another darkspawn, one that had eluded him and nearly got him killed in the Deep Roads a couple months earlier. The genlock shapeshifter knew at once who the one-eared elf that stood before it was. The genlock’s evil expression widened with rampant glee when a group of hurlocks stormed inside the great hall, drawing Aenian’s attention away from the darkspawn mage to the group of hurlocks that had just entered Fort Drakon’s keep. The hurlock at the front held in one of its hands Mithra’s decapitated head. That hurlock pointed its scimitar at Aenian before drawing it back toward its neck and imitated a throat-cutting motion.
With Aenian’s attention away from it, the ge
The Battle for Denerim pt2The city burned all around him as he led humans and dwarves through the tightly packed residences within the residential district where the humans dwelt, the burning wooden structures of the shemlen houses, many packed close together on top of one another, all tinder for the raging inferno that was burning throughout the city. Aenian led over two hundred men and women, most of whom were human but a few dozen were dwarven, through the burning ruin of the city that he had called home, even if the only part of Denerim that was ever felt like home to him was the alienage, which was likely burning and as besieged as the rest of the city.The Battle for Denerim pt2 by dawnofwar1987
The fighting within the burning pyre of Denerim, with its burning timber husks of houses and smithies, alehouses, brothels and gambling dens that were commonplace throughout Denerim were as heated in contest between the allied Grey Warden host and the beleaguered city defenders and the invading horde of darkspawn as the intensity of the blazing fires
The Royal Guard (an Elder Scrolls story)
"When I became pregnant, Your Grace, I was sure-"
"When you became pregnant?" the Emperor's mother said. "What a nice way of putting it." She sniffed laughter and fingered her wine glass. "Go on, girl."
"When... when I became pregnant, Your Grace, I knew it must be your son's child. I've lain with no-one else since he passed through me village near Nibenay-"
"When he passed though my village," Candyce corrected the girl's grammar.
"Pardon, Your Grace, when he passed through your village."
Candyce sighed. "You have not even a passing acquaintaince with proper syntax, do you my love?" she said flatly. "Don't bother to answer. But do stop calling me Your Grace. I'm not a queen. My only title is The Lady of Topal Bay - and that's a mouthful I'd rather not hear you stumble through. 'My lady' will serve."
"That's not true, m'lady," her older guardsman leaned down. "You're also Duchess of Kvatch, if you remember."
"Am I?" Candyce Mede shrugged.
The Catspaw (an Elder Scrolls story)
The Emperor gave them all new names that day.
"Names to endear," he said.
"All the Dragonborn knows of me, are my repeated attempts to capture him. The mistakes of my Generals. I will not win him to the Empire's cause if all he knows is the fist." He walked closer to her and opened his hand. "You are the antidote to that - you ten - are the exact opposite of my father's strategies." He gave a pointed look to one of his men before going on.
"Instead of a sword, you are my catspaw. You are my..." she was stunned as the Emperor leaned down and kissed her forehead, "Kiz."
He moved down the line of bounty-hunters. "Karres," he said, and stroked the Dunmer's greenskinned arm.
"Kurtsey," he bowed to the tall Altmer.
"Hugg." On and on, down the line, embracing and tickling and joking, and when he was done he ascended to his throne and looked down on them all with a smile.
She'd fought a sense of awe as she looked up at him that day, onyx-black fringe hanging in his eyes, a mouth full of straig
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