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babyblueetbaemonster · 3 months

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All the besties are competing against each other in 2023 Oblivion Sexyman Poll

#tes #oblivion #oblivion sexyman poll #baurus #martin septim #vicente valtieri #lucien lachance #dark brotherhood #haskill #sheogorath #shivering isles #daedric prince #i draw a meme #will smith tada meme #tesblr #tes sexyman polls are the best things happened in 2023 #i was not doing well back them and the polls cheer me up immensely #it's so fun seeing fans doing campaign to support their blorbos #it all happened so fast i don't have time to draw anything for the campaign nor meme about the mid event scenarios #thank everyone who hosted the poll and the well behave fans who support them with love #i was so surprised martin didn't win. their votes was so closed the whole time until reddit involved #well. as sheo once said: I can't stand losing. And I don't mind cheating!#i'm just happy baurus made it to the final four good job my lad!

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actual-skyrim-quotes · 2 months

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katastronoot · 27 days

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them <3

#tes #elder scrolls #oblivion #baurus #oc frieda #digital

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jenivere2 · 4 months

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#oblivion #oblivion baurus #the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls iv: oblivion #tesblr #oblivion fanart #art #messy art #lazy art #baurus #my art #got lazy with this one real quick #might tweak him a lil bit later #digital art

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fagrance · 3 months

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#tes #tes iv: oblivion #oblivion #the elder scrolls #baurus #cyrodiil

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peony-plum · 7 months

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Baurus 🥰

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 6 months

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Hero of Kvatch: Yo, where do you live?

Martin: I live in the hood.

Baurus: The hood? What hood do you live in?

Martin: Adulthood.

Martin: I live in adulthood and it freaking sucks. I'm trying to move.

#this is why he moved to godhood better real estate #martin septim #hero of kvatch #oc: avarenya #baurus #cloud ruler temple #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect oblivion quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #oblivion #the elder scrolls iv: oblivion #source: instagram

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connortheconceded · 8 months

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while Gwilin cant fight with swords for shit, he always surprised people when he can pin almost anyone with ease, Baurus seen here on the receiving end of that talent.

#oblivion #tes iv: oblivion #baurus #elders scrolls #tes art #tes oc #my art #anahitdoesart #my characters #bosmer

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dragonbored · 7 months

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did baurus have to drag the emperors corpse out of the sewers

#oblivion #baurus

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nooklingposting · 1 year

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The Hero of Kvatch is testing Jauffre’s patience

#oblivion #hero of kvatch #champion of cyrodiil #elder scrolls #elder scrolls blades #cloud ruler temple #Martin Septim #tes oblivion #hok #ivari #the blades #jauffre #oblivion jauffre #baurus #oblivion baurus #Bethesda #Dunmer #dark elf

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babyblueetbaemonster · 14 days

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Local Alchemist needed to be stopped.

My formula of restore fatigue:

Spring salad: lettuce, radish, potato, (optional: apple, orange, watermelon). Unfortunately it has Burden side effect. (if choose orange, you'll get a bonus Shield effect) Can also side with Ranch dressing: cheese wedge, leek, onion, garlic. And this one has Damage Agility side effect. It can be fix by removing the garlic.

Potato soup: potato, garlic, leek. This recipe has Frost Shield side effect. Perfect choice for a cold weather.

Corn salsa: corn, tomato, onion, garlic. Unfortunately it has Damage Agility side effect, but you can get Detect Life in the process.

Grilled cheese sandwich: bread loaf, cheese wedge, cheese wheel. Unfortunately it has Damage Agility side effect. I should have removed the cheese wedge. Sorry Baurus :(

Classic ham sandwich: bread loaf, cheese wedge, ham, lettuce. Unfortunately this recipe also has Damage Agility side effect, but bonus Fire Shield woohoo!

Gyudon: beef, onion, rice

Mix berries: blackberry, strawberry, (we only have two kinds of berries?) (optional: apple, orange, pear). Actually, don't put apple or pear in it. They will cause Damage Health.

Crabby corn soup: crab, corn, onion. You can add cheese wedge for bonus Fire Shield (and Damage Agility) effect.

Chili con carne: beef (/boar meat /mutton /venison), onion, garlic, tomato. Side effect is Detect Life. (Beef flavor will grant you Shield effect. Unfortunately Boar meat will have burden side effect and Venison is Damage Health)

Pumpkin pie: pumpkin, sweetcake (/flour /sweetroll). Unfortunately both flour and sweetroll has Damage Personality side effect

Carrot cake: carrot, sweet cakes

Strawberry cheesecake: strawberry, cheese wedge, flour (/sweetcake /sweetroll). The flour version has Reflect Damage side effect. I highly recommend it.

#tes #oblivion #hero of kvatch #baurus #tes oc #oc: acelta #oblivion alchemy could be full of flavor and nonsense #i don't have any mushroom recipe bc i'm not sure about the flavors #but it's cool to know most shroom in oblivion is safe to eat (the first alchemy effect is restore stuff #i love how the 3rd era folks incorporated food in their potions #but my recipes are not perfect for i lack some good ingredients like salt and pepper and butter and cream and broth and vanilla extract...#can i season it afterwards? just a pinch of salt? or sugar? or sauce?#can i put two different flavor of potions in a shaker and make two balanced flavor potions? like drink them in one go?#most potions are made by distillation methods (with alembic and retort) so the flavor probably is subtle #i watch some show with bartender use this rotary evaporator to distill drink ingredients #and the final product is clear liquid with a hint of it's original flavor #so maybe that's what oblivion potion is like. some flavored water #wait... is- is potion like some kind of wired flavor soda?#as a alchemy 100 mad lad i can make potion from a single ingredient so i can literately make a ham water of restore fatigue

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uesp · 2 years

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Did You Know: If you ignore the instructions to wait with the Emperor and help Baurus and Glenroy fight off the attacking assassins, the Mythic Dawn will continue to spawn endlessly? They will not stop until you return to the Emperor's side.

#UESP #Lore #The Elder Scrolls #Did You Know #Mythic Dawn #Uriel Septim VII #Baurus #Oblivion

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katastronoot · 5 months

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Baurus is really one of those oblivion characters that I just want to wrap up in parchment paper so the precious lad never gets disturbed or damaged. He’s so pure and needs to be protected. I stand my ground.

#tes #sorry I’m thinking baurus Frieda thoughts tonight #oblivion #tesblr #baurus #elder scrolls

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wispstalk · 3 months

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8. rules

prompt from this list paired with a character suggestion from @druidx - this one features Baurus.

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Baurus, at times, misses the Imperial City. The bustle of it, mostly, the swirling motion of commerce, the cacophony of the bells and half-a-hundred languages tossed around like cargo at the waterfront, and sometimes even the smell. He expected the hermetic rhythms of life in Cloud Ruler to chafe at him; braced himself for it on the trek north.

He could not predict the extent to which he took the amenities of city life for granted. Namely, the abundance of healers. Cheerful apothecaries with their tailor-made remedies, gentle hands at the temple coaxing wounds to seal.

For such things now they must rely on the Hero of Kvatch. Martin Septim, former priest, is a healer, but he has too important a role to play to be bothered with such trifles. Tanis Irathi is competent, but he is also a tyrant. A fortnight ago, the Grandmaster assembled them all to review reports on the Mythic Dawn’s movements. Baurus might have coughed a few times as Jauffre spoke, only to dislodge an itch in his throat. Afterward, Irathi — pacing the barracks like a captain dressing down his crew on the foredeck — forbade the Blades from catching disease.

He foists upon them bitter preventative tonics and sneers when they grimace at the taste. He sees someone sucking a cut and demands they sit for a healing, all the while relaying tales of rotten battlefield wounds that make even stalwart Captain Steffan go green around the gills. He nudges aside whoever’s on cooking duty to upend a mortar full of foul-tasting roots into a perfectly good soup, to make it more “fortifying.”

Irathi takes a scorched-earth approach with any malady. Baurus must admit it’s effective, and not entirely irrational. The Hero and his apprentice are the only residents of the temple with true freedom of movement — they cannot afford to fall ill, even for a short time. Baurus, too, would like to think that any miasma creeping up the barren mountain slopes would quail before his stern resolve.

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Baurus is on cooking duty, crisping up fat little brook trout for breakfast. This is not the White-Gold Tower, there are no cooks or scullions here.

The heir pads in and mumbles out a greeting. He looks drawn, the pouches under his eyes darker than usual. He ladles up some tea from the pot boiling over the fire. Muffles a wet racking cough in his sleeve. Spills half the tea in his convulsion, curses. “Please, your Grace, let me.” Martin ignores him, mops up the mess, shuffles out.

He feels like a tattle-tale, but one look at Jauffre’s face tells him that the Grandmaster shares his concern. This cough could be the first sign of ruin to come, like the untimely reddening of the skies before an Oblivion gate bursts up from the soil. The end of the world precipitated by a cold. They are not healers, and thus find it easy to spin every little sneeze into a deadly portent.

And worse, Irathi and Coradri are due back in a week’s time. If he returns to discover the Blades keeping watch over a bedridden man, they will never hear the end of it.

Jena helps him locate Irathi’s cache of elixirs, jumbled at the bottom of a kitchen cupboard. “They’re not labeled,” Baurus says with dismay, examining the murky contents of a glass bottle. When he shakes it, some ominous dark sediment swirls and clings to the glass.

“He only just learned how to write. Look, they’ve all got cords with different knots, maybe that’s the trick.”

Jena is sharp like that, noticing things even her fellow Blades miss. There does seem to be a system to the neat and pleasing sailing knots tied around the neck of each bottle. “We don’t have time to decipher some secret string language. And I’m not drinking out of random bottles to see what’s what. I might poison myself and then what use will I be?”

“He’s a healer. I don’t think he makes poisons, even to sell.”

“What does he always say?” Baurus prompts, and they recite together: “A fine line between medicine and poison.”

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When the Hero and his apprentice are not around, Baurus takes up the mantle of errand-boy. Bruma is only three miles away as the crow flies, but as the man creeps upon the treacherous ground, it’s a good two hours of hiking. One way. Too far to sprint back if something happens. Tree cover down on the shanks of the mountain, obscuring the view. It makes him uneasy, being outside the range of a useful patrol, but even Jauffre agrees this needs doing.

The apothecary is owned by an old Nord woman, tiny and withered as a winter apple, whose eyes sparkle out of her spectacularly folded face. She grills him on the symptoms as she pulls jars down from her shelves.

Witbane fever cooking the heir’s brains, collywobbles leaving him too feeble to hold his reed pen, fluid settling in his lungs to drown him in his sleep, parasites sapping the strength from his limbs. Death death death. “A wet cough,” he says.

He returns to the temple, armed with sachets and clinking bottles and a list of instructions. The apothecary’s handwriting is tiny and wavering. This happens as one ages; the mind starts to go and the limbs cease to obey and the act of putting words to paper demands a shrinking focus. Uriel’s penmanship was like that. Martin’s, from what Baurus has spied, is a cramped but fluid scrawl.

The heir is in the great hall when Baurus arrives, a blanket around his shoulders, painstakingly throwing kindling in a basket. Baurus rushes to his side. “Please, Your Grace…”

“I’m perfectly capable of building my own fire,” the heir snaps, “and stop calling me that.”

“Of course, but—”

“For gods’ sake, it’s just a cough, I haven’t lost a limb or something. And I’ll be back to the Xarxes in a day or two.”

Baurus is no healer but he knows all the folksy maxims. Starve a fever, feed a cold. Lots of liquid. And lots of rest. For instance, no lugging of heavy loads. No reading of accursed, dream-haunting books. No enduring of icy quarters, because you’re loathe to use up firewood that must be hauled up on the backs of mules, and you cannot reconcile the spendthrift habits of your rural past with your future as an Emperor.

“That’s not—” Baurus splutters. “Martin, just give me the damned basket.”

The words leave his mouth before he can stop them. He drops into a hasty bow, words of apology bubbling up in his throat, but the heir only blinks at him in bemusement. “Fine,” he says, and hands it over.

The Emperor’s quarters are indeed frigid, the bed unmade, blankets tossed in fitful sleep. The Xarxes sits unopened on the nightstand and Baurus moves it to the desk, gingerly and discreetly.

He props his blade across his lap to shave tinder from the wood, a base use that would send the swordmaster who trained him into a conniption. Sparks the nest of shavings in the hearth, feeds it sticks, gets it roaring. Hangs a little pot to boil water. The heir, watching this laborious process, threatens to intervene with a simple fire spell. Baurus is no mage but knows the mental strain of casting will only impede rest. He positions himself before the hearth to box Martin out.

The tea steeps. Baurus ladles it out and hands it over and nods at the Martin’s murmured thanks. Then he pulls a stool up by the bedside to supervise recovery. He is captain of the Blades, personally promoted by the previous Emperor. Bodyguard, guard of the body. If duty calls for him to play nursemaid, then nursemaid he will be.

Martin arches an eyebrow. “So this is how it’s going to be, eh?”

“This is how it’s going to be.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Tanis,” Martin gripes, but smiles a private smile behind his cup.

#tes oblivion #martin septim #baurus #ray writes #prompt fill

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actual-skyrim-quotes · 3 months

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Baurus: For the love of Talos, both of you, please go to sleep

HoK: I'll sleep when I'm dead

Martin: Agreed

#HoK 🤝 Martin: never getting any sleep #baurus #hero of kvatch #martin septim #the elder scrolls #tes #tesblr #oblivion #tes oblivion #also: Martin does end up getting sleep :)))

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littledragondork · 4 months

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Replaying Oblivion really made me realize how much I really love Baurus.

He’s just so nice!!

#the elder scrolls #tes #tes oblivion #baurus #baurus oblivion #elder scrolls #the elder scrolls oblivion #tes 4 oblivion #oblivon #tes iv oblivion #tes iv: oblivion #I think my HOK OC Balneim and him would be friends :)

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