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Sarandil


Best friend base intro pre dragon rising

To my trusted friend <pc>

<pc> I know this comes as a suprise ,for both of us honestly. You know I've never been great at writting these things but this is important. So, I'm alive (obviously) and I'm sorry that it took me so long to write to you (a year and yet it feels like a life time) I know you must've thought I died that day but I didn't becayse as it turns out the blade that cut me ,it had some rare poison on it that both paralyzed me and masked my vital signs so much that even a highly skilled mage couldn't have detected it (though a necromancer probably would figure it out when my corpse wouldn't respond to their spells) The Thalmor Justiciars took me in for questioning... Torturing They'd mistaken me for a rogue Altmer back in Alinor (guess it's true what they say about us altmer all looking so similar that even our own kind can't differentiate between ourselves) once theyd realised after a few weeks I wasn't who they were looking for it was too late, I'd heard things I couldn't be allowed to know and they'd planned on executing me. Through some stroke of luck (the kind of which you always had) I narrowly missed my execution. The day they had planned for my execution, a group of nordic Talos worshipper Stormcloaks were hauled in unexpectedly one of them (who previously had their axe confiscated) hit the Thalmor party hard with a spell soon a couple of the other nords were also hitting them with a volley of spells. I found out later (once they had freed all the prisoners in the cells) they weren't actually Stormcloaks at all but highly skilled mages ,mercenaries and former soldiers all anti Thalmor who on a strategic gamble had allowed themselves to get captured so they could strike from the inside of that particular Thalmor outpost (knife to the heart so to speak) My first thought was to track you down <pc> (certain you'd have outrun them, you were always lucky enough for such a thing) however during the fight my cage was opened and I'd picked up a blade and fought the leader saw my skills and requested as a favor for freeing me if I would join them, I couldn't say no they had saved my life.id planned on staying only to repay my debt to them and then join you once I had done enough to clear that debt I didn't at that time care for revenge even after their torture . At least that had been then, I've seen things since that day so many atrocities covered up by the Thalmor and even the Legion...they don't just want to conquer man (which in itself was bad enough) they want to remove the from ever existing and place themsleves amoung the Aedra. Even I can't turn away from that .<pc>, you as well as anyone know I never felt much kinship with other altmer but what they're doing the disgrace it will bring to our race... I'm sorry once again <pc>, I cnat tell you nay more than this even though I want to the les syou know about what we are doing the safer you'll be from the thalmor (for now at least) besides up in Skyrim I gather you have more than enough troubles, with dragons the as the rumors say and from what I'm told you also survived an unintentional execution (just your blessing or curse if you want to look at it that way) specifically saved by a dragon which I'd like to say that part isn't true ,but knowing you <pc> that part it is so unbelievable it has to be true. For everyhting that could ever be said of the two of us one thing will never change, that no matter what the Aedra or Daedra or anyone else throw at us, somehow we always survive it. Duty calls me away hopefully to Skyrim at some point until then I'll keep sending letters when I can. Your trusted friend Sarandil

lover intro

Dearest <pc> <pc> darling, this comes as a suprise ,for both of us honestly. You know I've never been great at writting these things but this is important. So, I'm alive (obviously) and I'm sorry that it took me so long to write to you (a year and yet it feels like a life time) I know you must've thought I died that day and thw thought i put you theough that kind of pain..hurts me, but I am alive. As it turns out the blade that cut me ,it had some rare poison on it that both paralyzed me and masked my vital signs so much that even a highly skilled mage couldn't have detected it (though a necromancer probably would figure it out when my corpse wouldn't respond to their spells) The Thalmor Justiciars took me in for questioning... Torturing. (I'll spare you the details, something so horrible you shouldn't know) They'd mistaken me for a rogue Altmer back in Alinor (guess it's true what they say about us altmer all looking so similar that even our own kind can't differentiate between ourselves) once theyd realised after a few weeks I wasn't who they were looking for it was too late, I'd heard things I couldn't be allowed to know and they'd planned on executing me. Through some stroke of luck (the kind of which you always had i guess all that time we spent together it was bound to rub off on me) I narrowly missed my execution. The day they had planned for my execution, a group of nordic Talos worshipper Stormcloaks were hauled in, unexpectedly one of them (who previously had their axe confiscated) hit the Thalmor party hard with a spell soon a couple of the other nords were also hitting them with a volley of spells. I found out later (once they had freed all the prisoners in the cells) they weren't actually Stormcloaks at all but highly skilled mages ,mercenaries and former soldiers all anti Thalmor who on a strategic gamble had allowed themselves to get captured so they could strike from the inside of that particular Thalmor outpost (knife to the heart so to speak) My first thought was to track you down <pc> that whole time in that place seeing you again had been my only thoughts (certain you'd have outrun them, you were always lucky enough for such a thing) however during the fight my cage was opened and I'd picked up a blade and fought the leader saw my skills and requested as a favor for freeing me if I would join them, I couldn't say no they had saved my life. I'd planned on staying only to repay my debt to them and then join you once I had done enough to clear that debt I didn't at that time care for revenge even after their torture I just wanted to return to your side as always. At least that had been then, I've seen things since that day so many atrocities covered up by the Thalmor and even the Legion...they don't just want to conquer man (which in itself was bad enough) they want to remove the from ever existing and place themsleves amoung the Aedra. Even I can't turn away from that .<pc> even though i never wnated naything more than to be with you, I have to do this.

I'm sorry once again darling, I can't tell you any more than this even though I want to the less syou know about what we are doing the safer you'll be from the thalmor (for now at least) if harm fell to you by them because of me...

Besides up in Skyrim I gather you have more than enough troubles, with dragons the as the rumors say and from what I'm told you also survived an unintentional execution (just your blessing or curse if you want to look at it that way either way I'm glad for it) specifically saved by a dragon which I'd like to say that part isn't true ,but knowing you my dearest <pc> that part it is so unbelievable it has to be true. For everyhting that could ever be said of the two of us two things will never change, that no matter what the Aedra or Daedra or anyone else throw at us, somehow we always survive it and find our way back to each other always. Duty calls me away hopefully to Skyrim and your side once again at some point until then I'll keep sending letters when I can. Always yours. Sarandil

Best friend with romantic feelings intro

To my closest friend <pc> <pc> I know this comes as a suprise ,for both of us honestly. You know I've never been great at writting these things but this is important. So, I'm alive (obviously) and I'm sorry that it took me so long to write to you (a year and yet it feels like a life time) more is that I'm Soryr I never said everything I shoukd have. I know you must've thought I died that day but I didn't becayse as it turns out the blade that cut me ,it had some rare poison on it that both paralyzed me and masked my vital signs so much that even a highly skilled mage couldn't have detected it (though a necromancer probably would figure it out when my corpse wouldn't respond to their spells) The Thalmor Justiciars took me in for questioning... Torturing They'd mistaken me for a rogue Altmer back in Alinor (guess it's true what they say about us altmer all looking so similar that even our own kind can't differentiate between ourselves) once theyd realised after a few weeks I wasn't who they were looking for it was too late, I'd heard things I couldn't be allowed to know and they'd planned on executing me. Through some stroke of luck (the kind of which you always had) I narrowly missed my execution. The day they had planned for my execution, a group of nordic Talos worshipper Stormcloaks were hauled in unexpectedly one of them (who previously had their axe confiscated) hit the Thalmor party hard with a spell soon a couple of the other nords were also hitting them with a volley of spells. I found out later (once they had freed all the prisoners in the cells) they weren't actually Stormcloaks at all but highly skilled mages ,mercenaries and former soldiers all anti Thalmor who on a strategic gamble had allowed themselves to get captured so they could strike from the inside of that particular Thalmor outpost (knife to the heart so to speak) My first thought was to track you down <pc> to tell you all the things I'd thought during that time and all the years before (certain you'd have outrun them, you were always lucky enough for such a thing) however during the fight my cage was opened and I'd picked up a blade and fought the leader saw my skills and requested as a favor for freeing me if I would join them, I couldn't say no they had saved my life. id planned on staying only to repay my debt to them and then join you once I had done enough to clear that debt I didn't at that time care for revenge even after their torture in that cage the only thing that I desired was to escape find you and tell, you this something I had never planned on writitng but telling you in person. I care about you, I always had more than anything, more than everything At least that had been then, I've seen things since that day so many atrocities covered up by the Thalmor and even the Legion...they don't just want to conquer man (which in itself was bad enough) they want to remove the from ever existing and place themsleves amoung the Aedra. Even I can't turn away from that .<pc> not even for you my everything becaue if i do I'll lose you too. I'm sorry once again <pc>, I can't tell you nay more than this even though I want too ive kept enough things of importance from you and I dotn wish to ever keep anythign from you again but this, the less you know about what we are doing the safer you'll be from the Thalmor (for now at least) Besides up in Skyrim I gather you have more than enough troubles, with dragons the as the rumors say and from what I'm told you also survived an unintentional execution (just your blessing or curse if you want to look at it that way) specifically saved by a dragon which I'd like to say that part isn't true ,but knowing you <pc> that part it is so unbelievable it has to be true. For everyhting that could ever be said of the two of us one thing will never change, that no matter what the Aedra or Daedra or anyone else throw at us, somehow we always survive it. Duty calls me away hopefully to Skyrim at some point until then I'll keep sending letters when I can. Always in my thoughts. Your closest friend Sarandil


Palonye


 Best friend base Intro pre dragons rising 

<pc> Friend I am alive Words I bet you never expected to reaf and words I never expected to be able to say. I survived the attack the spell that they hit me with it didn't kill me, disintegrate me as they had with most of the others will spare you the terminology (Its complex to write out and very time consuming) Essentially what it had done is disintegrate all non living objects it touched namely my attire and the possessions on my personage at that time, I myself instead warped to another location via a teleportation spell of sorts, A cell.

For all I can say of the Thalmor now one thing is certain they hold great power and knowledge of more spells than they let on. The Justiciars tossed an outfit at me and and left me solitary for what mustve been days eventually half starved and thirstier than a traveller in the alikr they took me out of the cell but did not give me food instead they tortured me.

Spells and instruments designed to harm and hurt but not kill. Hour upon hour they would ask me questions things I had no answers for as I did not know them. Eventually they must have realised this and sent me back to the cell. One of the guardsmen looked at me and thats when I realised he was not even an altmer. The man was as I later found out a memeber of a group of anti thalmor comprised of mercenaries former soldiers and mages all of whom had faced horrific ordeals at the hands of the Thalmor or had loved ones who had.

The men spread dissent and lies through the keep and soon enough had members of the thalmor turning on ecah other torn apart from the inside and by its own people (a tactic the thalmor themselves often employed) once weakened then caught the rest and freed all of us imprisoned. Don't mistake such tactics for lack of honour however. 

The leader asked me what I knew and who I was as I was healing one of my fellow prisoners wounded in the fight. When he saw i had skill with healing he asked if I'd join them at first I turned him down stating that I had to find you and make sure you were ok but as I prepared to leave i caught sight of the other torture room the one I had not been in The viceral scattered remains of former prisoners left behind to intimidate and tools used in there made me vomit so vile were the ways in which they had tortured countless victims my body reeled in shock when I felt hands on my shoulder comforting me my rescuers they understood my feelings of shock and in turn I understood why they wished me to join them, I am a healer by joining them i can aid in healing the damage the thalmor has done but more than that I can help stop the horrible things to come. All the power they hold it isn't just to destroy worship of talos and place themsleves as superior to man, they intend on removing them from existence itself and place themsleves aroung the gods As much as I want to return to the side of my oldest friend ,my oaths as a healer cannot be broken. Regardless I am well certain you do not need me at this time ,if any one could survive without my aid it is you. After all you did escape your own death multiple times more than even I and in a more spectacular fashion, rescued form your own execution by the first dragon seen since the first Era...I do not know weather that is a blessing or a curse but either way it is exactly what I know to expect from you. I hope once our duties bring us to skyrim you will join us until then I have to go, expect correspondence from me when time permits it. My your wounds always heal and your scars be few. Your closest friend Palonye

Lover intro

<pc> My bright star in a dark sky I am alive Words I bet you never expected to read and words I never expected to be able to say. I survived the attack the spell that they hit me with it didn't kill me, disintegrate me, as they had with most of the others will spare you the terminology (Its complex to write out and very time consuming) Essentially what it had done is disintegrate all non living objects it touched namely my attire and the possessions on my personage at that time I myself instead warped to another location via a teleportation spell of sorts, A cell. For all I can say of the Thalmor now one thing is certain they hold great power and knowledge of more spells than they let on. The Justiciars tossed an outfit at me and and left me solitary for what mustve been days only thoughts of you to keep me going as they neither fed nor spoke to me for days eventually half starved and thirstier than a traveller in the alikr they took me out of the cell but did not give me food instead they tortured me. Spells and instruments designed to harm and hurt but not kill (once again I will share you the details I know you would feel my pain upon reading them and I do not wish that on you) Hour upon hour they would ask me questions things I had no answers for as I did not know them. Eventually they must have realised this and sent me back to the cell. One of the guardsmen looked at me and thats when I realised he was not even an altmer. The man was as I later found out a memeber of a group of anti thalmor comprised of mercenaries, former soldiers and mages all of whom had faced horrific ordeals at the hands of the Thalmor or had loved ones who had.

The men spread dissent and lies through the keep and soon enough had members of the thalmor turning on ecah other torn apart from the inside and by its own people (a tactic the thalmor themselves often employed) once weakened then caught the rest and freed all of us imprisoned. Don't mistake such tactics for lack of honour however. 

The leader asked me what I knew and who I was as I was healing one of my fellow prisoners wounded in the fight. When he saw i had skill with healing he asked if I would, join them at first I turned him down stating that all that mattered to me at that time was finding you the only light in a dark place to make sure you were ok but as I prepared to leave I caught sight of the other torture room not the one I had been in.

The viceral scattered remains of former prisoners left behind to intimidate and tools used in there made me vomit ,so vile were the ways in which they had tortured countless victims my body reeled in shock when I felt hands on my shoulder comforting me (much as you would in moments when I would rember my parents) it wa sthe hands of my rescuers. They understood my feelings of shock and in turn I understood why they wished me to join them, I am a healer. by joining them i can aid in healing the damage the thalmor hav done but more than that I can help stop the horrible things to come and that is my duty as a healer. 

All, the power the Thalmor hold it is not just to destroy worship of talos and place themsleves as superior to man, they intend on removing them from existence itself and place themsleves aroung the gods. As much as I desired to return to the side of my bright star my dearest love you <pc>, my oaths as a healer cannot be broken. I am well certain you do not need me at this time, if any one could survive without my aid it is you. After all you did escape your own death multiple times more than even I and in a more spectacular fashion (as I am alwyas glad you can) rescued from your own execution by the first dragon seen since the first Era...I do not know weather that is a blessing or a curse but either way it is exactly what I know to expect from you. I hope once our duties bring us to skyrim you will join us and we will be together once more my bright star lighting my way like magelight in dark times. until then I have to go, expect correspondence from me when time permits my bright star <pc> My your wounds always heal and your scars be few. All my love Palonye

Best friend with romantic feelings intro 

<pc> I am alive Words I bet you never expected to read and words I never expected to be able to say. I survived the attack the spell that they hit me with it didn't kill me, disintegrate me, as they had with most of the others will spare you the terminology (Its complex to write out and very time consuming) Essentially what it had done is disintegrate all non living objects it touched namely my attire and the possessions on my personage at that time I myself instead warped to another location via a teleportation spell of sorts, A cell. For all I can say of the Thalmor now one thing is certain they hold great power and knowledge of more spells than they let on. The Justiciars tossed an outfit at me and and left me solitary for what mustve been days all that time to think and it occured to me that i had never said the words i had always wnwted to say that I had never tokd you how much your friendship ment to me, how much you <pc> ment to me that in that dark place you were the one bright star who lit my way and that wa sthe only thing keeping me alive as they neither fed nor spoke to me for days. eventually half starved and thirstier than a traveller in the alikr they took me out of the cell but did not give me food instead they tortured me. Spells and instruments designed to harm and hurt but not kill (once again I will spare you the details I know you would feel my pain upon reading them and I do not wish that on you) Hour upon hour they would ask me questions ,things I had no answers for as I did not know them. Eventually they must have realised this and sent me back to the cell. One of the guardsmen looked at me and thats when I realised he was not even an altmer. The man was as I later found out a memeber of a group of anti thalmor comprised of mercenaries, former soldiers and mages all of whom had faced horrific ordeals at the hands of the Thalmor or had loved ones who had.

The men spread dissent and lies through the keep and soon enough had members of the thalmor turning on ecah other torn apart from the inside and by its own people (a tactic the thalmor themselves often employed) once weakened then caught the rest and freed all of us imprisoned. Don't mistake such tactics for lack of honour however. 

The leader asked me what I knew and who I was as I was healing one of my fellow prisoners wounded in the fight. When he saw i had skill with healing he asked if I would, join them at first I turned him down stating that all that mattered to me at that time was finding you the only light in a dark place to make sure you were ok but as I prepared to leave I caught sight of the other torture room not the one I had been in.

The viceral scattered remains of former prisoners left behind to intimidate and tools used in there made me vomit ,so vile were the ways in which they had tortured countless victims my body reeled in shock when I felt hands on my shoulder comforting me (much as you would in moments when I would rember my parents) it was the hands of my rescuers. They understood my feelings of shock and in turn I understood why they wished me to join them, I am a healer. by joining them i can aid in healing the damage the thalmor have done but more than that I can help stop the horrible things to come and that is my duty as a healer. 

All, the power the Thalmor hold it is not just to destroy worship of talos and place themsleves as superior to man, they intend on removing them from existence itself and place themsleves aroung the gods. As much as I desired to return to your side <pc> and share my revelation with you, my oaths as a healer cannot be broken. I am well certain you do not need me at this time anyway, if any one could survive without my aid it is you. After all you did escape your own death multiple times more than even I and in a more spectacular fashion (as I am alwyas glad you can) rescued from your own execution by the first dragon seen since the first Era...I do not know weather that is a blessing or a curse but either way it is exactly what I know to expect from you. I hope once our duties bring us to skyrim you will join us <pc> and light the way like magelight in dark times. until then I have to go, expect correspondence from me when time permits bright star <pc> My your wounds always heal and your scars be few. Always in my thoughts Palonye

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