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Manarion gave a small, grudging smile to the dragon’s enthusiasm, drawing his cloak closer about him to help stave off the chilling, biting winds that whipped about the two, elf and dragon. The old General moved to a nearby outcropping, carefully taking a seat and rolling his shoulders to ease the stress out of them.
"Indeed. Mer and men have never been the best of friends." The Altmer said, with an almost bitter little smile. "The Dominion merely wishes to…" He thought for a moment, about what terms a dragon would understand, rather than another mortal. "Humans have ruled throughout the last two Eras unchallenged, and they have proven that they are not ready to rule. All of the wars that have followed have been because the race of men are nothing but children, squabbling over what little there is to squabble for."
A scowl crossed the lined features of the Thalmor, cold and angry as the howling winds. “Mer cultural superiority over man, elves above men.” He paused for another moment, struggling for the proper words to match his thoughts. “Men have had their turn. Now it is ours.”
Strunlokmaar listened to the elf’s words carefully and quietly, giving Manarion whatever amount of time he would need to explain his group’s - and by extensions, his own - goals in a proper manner. However, despite his best efforts to take the Altmer’s words in an as open-minded way as possible, the deep rumble of laughter soon broke it’s way through the dragon’s composure and began to reverberate through his chest cavity, eventually find it’s way all the way out via his open maw.
”’Children'… Hi tinvaak vahzen. Of joorre, it is true that fahliille outlive their jul counterparts, ahrk those who survive for longer are capable of seeing the greater picture…” Strunlokmaar quite suddenly reared back, supporting his weight on his hind legs and holding his head aloft to momentarily reach his full height, “but is that truly the correct evidence to give aan dovah? Fahiille are more capable, geh, but whether the world’s greatest gnat or the world’s greatest hero, one thing unites you all.”
He returned to his previous stance, taking a moment to readjust his wings and regain some sense of comfort before concluding.
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One thing that Strunlokmaar finds extremely funny is that his cultists started to develop an unusual way of preparing their meals shortly after the construction of their Library in Bromjunaar. In an attempt to emulate their ‘patron’ dragon, they actually starting zapping meat in order to try cooking it, eventually coming across a method by which they could cast shock spells into a metal plate to create heat - accidentally inventing the electric stovetop.
The method was lost along with the sect of the Dragon Cult, mainly because Strunlokmaar prefers the flavour of something that’s raw or simply been flamed to crispness.
Unsurprisingly, Strunlokmaar is at his most content when his plans work. The sense of accomplishment one gets from a successful experiment, correctly hypothesising the outcome of something, figuring out how something works, wiping out an opposing army, or discovering some new way of enforcing your power could almost be considered a high of sorts.
One of the main reasons is probably because other forms of happiness don’t come to the grumpy old lizard too easily. Something about dragons and their innate anger and need to dominate causes this.
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Woah anon, you seem surprisingly keen there o_O
Religion is… An interesting topic for Strunlokmaar, and probably most dragons when you think about it. To them, the ideal religion is one where they are the ones being worshipped, whether as almighty heroes to be thanked or demons to be pleased lest you suffer their wrath. Alduin took it a step further and declared himself a full-fledged god, but based on the fact that a lot of dragons raised proverbial eyebrows at this, it probably isn’t a common thing.
Strunlokmaar more or less sees religion as a tool, a constitution by which mortals can try to explain what they do not understand - a constitution which can be easily used and abused. The concept of a ‘god’ itself isn’t something that he considers seriously either, it’s just another word or title used to describe beings which are more powerful than and incomprehensible to even the Dov.
Take Akatosh for example: Strunlokmaar knows that he exists, and recognises that he is so unimaginably powerful that even Alduin is a bug in comparison. But would Strunlokmaar actually pray to or worship him? Well, no. It’s just the same sort of respect with which he treats other dragons that he knows are stronger than him, but ramped up to eleven.
She nodded at him, wringing her hands a little. Even now, there was something about the ferocious majesty of a dragon that seemed to instinctively will her to obey his orders. To think that she had crossed into Skyrim since she had heard of the dragons…and now this happened. It was positively mind blowing.
"The room is spacious…there is room enough for fifty people, maybe more once I get some help to dig through the collapsed part of it." she said, excitedly. She wasn’t sure on the details of that but there were plenty of people who needed work out there. She would keep them safe from frost trolls and goodness knew what else and they could dig it out, start replacing the dead wood. She might even be able to let a couple of them see the light. The dragons helped to run down elves before - no matter how nasty that was - it might drum up support from people who hated the Thalmor. She knew it was the better thing for them in the end but even she has doubts. Had….had doubts.
However, this new line of questioning…she wasn’t expecting this? What would she say? What could she say? Obviously, the truth was expected but it wasn’t exactly pleasant and what if she said something wrong and then he realised she wasn’t good enough to do this?
"Well…zu…I’m not sure there is much to tell…" she started, a hint of a blush in her face. "I’m a conjurer, mainly. I travelled to Skyrim to learn at the College how to be a proper mage since nobody in Cyrodiil would have me…they didn’t think I was clever enough. I come from Cyrodiil…from a stronghold of orcs. And with them I worshipped Malacath…but I stopped that. I…left. I came here…I knit and read and experiment with ah…alon-dilon but I’m very much a beginner…?" she said, frowning, as if inquiring whether this was the sort of thing he was meaning.
Another one from that Winterhold place? Strunlokmaar sure did seem to run across mortals from the College surprisingly often, especially considering the fact that it apparently wasn’t terribly popular among the majority of the population at this time. Of course there could be a wide range of factors affecting the occurrences: Perhaps those who didn’t attend the College weren’t smart enough to talk to a dragon instead of swing a sword at it, or the teachers and students often visited his main stomping grounds for reagents or some other pittance. Regardless, the Dovah still couldn’t help but think about the amusing coincidences.
One more thing that Ianthe said caught his attention, and Strunlokmaar visibly perked up to display his interest.
“Gein tol hjatirre alok-dilon?" he attempted to raise the pitch of his voice in a curious manner, but the growling baritone of a dragon was difficult to articulate in the same way as a mortal’s squeaky voice, "Appropriate that you would have aan interest, Ogiim. Appropriate ahrk convenient. Tell me, what do you know of fin qethgaaf? Draugr, as you may know them."
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Evelyn nodded, smiling at Strunlokmaar’s response. At least she’d managed to get her point across without offending the dragon or making herself look too foolish.
“Geh, nuz Zu dreh ni hind wah krif het," she looked around the marshland, briefly turning away from the dragon to point Eastwards, "Fos do til? Dreh hi…believe tol fen kos aan pruzah frod?" she questioned, looking back at Strunlokmaar expectantly. A sudden flinch and what could best be described as a discontented rumble sent a chill up Evelyn’s spine; although she’d known the dragon for quite some time, Strunlokmaar’s unpredictable moodswings never failed to put the dovahkiin on edge.
“Aam…kos hi pruzah, Strunlokmaar?" hesitantly, Evelyn stepped closer to the dragon.
“Geh, tol staad imzikke honah," well played, Dovahkiin, well played. The marshy ground here would have put Evelyn at an even more serious disadvantage than her lack of wings in a spar, and the location she had pointed out appeared to be at least relatively less soaked and muddy. If it would make a difference remained to be seen, since in all honesty Strunlokmaar was still debating with himself whether he wanted to hold back significantly or not.
The internal conflict was temporarily silenced, and the dragon snapped out of the thoughts closer to the surface of his mind with a start. His musings about that Shout must have become visible, and Evelyn must have noticed to have said something.
“Aam, geh. Zu’u zokus ronak," while his attention appeared to be completely on the Breton, he did silently note to himself that what had happened must have had more of an impact on his subconscious than he had previously thought. For it to drift to the surface so easily… Even more of a reason to get to the bottom of the mystery.
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”Thank you for your wise words of wisdom.” The Altmer grumbled. Manarion’s cheeks gained a bit more of a reddish tint, although it could, and most likely would, be blamed primarily on the icy wind and wintry clime upon the mountain’s uppermost ranges. The old General’s notched ears pinned back against the pale silver of his hair, his thin lips twisting into a petulant frown.
"Indeed, yes, I am part of the Thalmor, the Aldmeri Dominion." The old High Elf said with a nod, his negativity leaving him quite hastily now that he could speak about something he liked a good deal better than speaking about his pride. Why people kept acting like he was too proud and arrogant was beyond him. "What would you wish to know? I would be quite happy to explain whatever you wish. Hopefully, I can do so well enough to answer your queries."
Strunlokmaar wasn’t entirely sure if the elf’s mumbled words were meant in a sarcastic manner or not, but then again, who could tell when dealing with elves? Besides, there were more important matters to deal with, mainly the new direction he had steered the conversation in.
“Rinik pruzah, aan ruuv do mindah!" if the dragon’s happiness over having another brain to pick at wasn’t clear enough in his words, it certainly was in the way he bobbed his head up and down, eyes closing for a moment and his nostrils narrowing. "Previously, the only accounts Zu have been able to collect have been from mouths of fin Bronne, Nords, ahrk all minds know what Bronne think of Fahliille."
He suddenly snorted and grumbled, still somewhat bitter about not being able to recruit any Snow Elf followers when first arriving in Skyrim. The humans under his wing had been too busy killing them all, and now none were left to his knowledge. A shame, really.
"What is your Aldmeri Dominion’s wishes in Keizaal?" his speech slowed down significantly in order to pronounce the unfamiliar words of elven nation’s name correctly, "Zu have had many conflicting sources, none of which Zu would call zovahzen, reliable."
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((I’m not really sure that I have any one (or a couple of) particular ‘character type(s)’ that I gravitate toward, though I could probably figure out what common traits my favourite characters have if I looked hard enough.
The most important thing seems to be a logical mind - characters that get too emotional are just completely alien, irrational and unrelatable to me,
just like real people so I’m unable to really understand anything the character does or says. That said, I also do find a fascination in characters whose actions make no logical sense to us as humans: trying to understand their unique perspectives and then rationalising things from that view can be very fun! For starters, that’s the reason I love the dragons in TES so much!
This also ends up being a factor in what characters I role play, as the majority of them do hold up the “reason before honour” rule. Strunlokmaar obviously is the epitome of draconic rationale and logic, to the point where he can actually start to see past the set-in-stone views that most Dovah have (but unlike say, Paarthurnax or Alungoltah, is too stubborn - and willing to delude himself with the “dragons are always right” thing - to acknowledge and/or act on what he notices). My other main character is a Death Knight from the Warcraft series, who are canonically conditioned into being emotionless killing machines due to their undeath, so there’s another one.
That doesn’t mean there aren’t exceptions though, as the struggle between emotion and the logical mind can be just as fun to write, if a bit more difficult. Eranor is certainly a character ruled by her emotions, having every decision in her life influenced by the Dovahsos and more recently the Beast Blood (although, I will admit that the main reason I initially created her character was “there’s such a thing as a werevulture in this game? OmFG ThAT’s AWsOME!”). An earlier example is another one of my Warcraft characters, a blue drake named Cyenagos - compared to other characters I write, he’s a complete emotional wreck. And he knows it, which makes him even more angry/sad/depressed/whatever about not being to overcome that (all the while failing to recognise that him not being able to simply ignore empathy is actually an advantage, and likely the reason he’s even still alive).
Okay, woah, I wrote a lot. And I’m not even sure I actually answered the questions properly? But yeah this is turning into a ramble so Imma stop now oops.))
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