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"Old Vergil's Mill with Bravil in the background"
Concept art for The Elder Scrolls: Online
Art by Jeremy Fenske
#jeremy fenske#the elder scrolls#art#concept art#tes#eso#the elder scrolls online#cyrodiil#windmill#bravil#fantasy
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living here would fix me
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#if you saw the one with brazil no you didnt#tes#oblivion#tes4#anvil#bruma#bravil#chorrol#cheydinhal#skingrad#imperial city#skyrim#leyawiin#cyrodiil
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The Traitor
Look how they massacred my boy…
Ulerva can’t be happy about being the listener when her fave boy is currently hanging up In Applewatch
#the dark brotherhood#arquen#Lucien Lachance#night mother#the night mother#Sithis#the listener#oblivion#elder scrolls oblivion#dark brotherhood#elder scrolls#high elf#bosmer#altmer#bravil#applewatch#black hand#silencer
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The Lonely Suitor Lodge, Bravil
We don't have much, but we have good food, drink, and company!
Morndas
Niben venison casserole
Served with buttered cornbread
Tirdas
Bravil's Best Beet Risotto
Served with fresh sour cream (Extra cheese 1 gold)
Middas
Larsius River catch of the day
Grilled or fried fish served with potatoes or white crusty bread
Turdas
Elsweyr-style stuffed flatbread
Soft wheat flatbread stuffed with minced meat, nuts, and dried fruit
Fredas
Green Road sausage stew
With crusty white bread or cornbread
Loredas
Garlic chicken a la Bravil
Garlic butter stuffed chicken breast, served with potatoes or crusty white bread (Extra cheese 1 gold)
Sundas
Rabbit pie
With fresh thyme and root vegetables
#the elder scrolls#tes#cooking#Food#Oblivion#Menu#Fantasy menu#Lonely Suitor Lodge#Bravil#Cyrodiil#Imperial
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Jauffre: Martin!
Martin, shooting up from where he fell asleep on the table: I SWEAR I'VE NEVER BEEN TO BRAVIL!
#sure yeah okay#martin septim#jauffre#order of the blades#cloud ruler temple#bravil#nerevar queue and star#incorrect quotes#incorrect elder scrolls#incorrect oblivion quotes#the elder scrolls#tes#oblivion#the elder scrolls iv: oblivion#source: rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
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Il était une fois un petit chat…
In English : @thedouchevahkiin
Disponible sur WEBTOON et MANGADRAFT (Le Douchevahkiin)
#2023#art#fanart#The Elder Scrolls#Dark Brotherhood#the douchevahkiin#Ell N'urith#oblivion#arquen#bravil
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The Lands of Our Fathers by Lionheart (TheSouthernFalconer) / @atypicalacademic
fandom || Skyrim
rating || T
categories || gen
pairings || -
genre || character study, vignette cluster
characters of note || Faendal, J'zargo
status || 1/1, 7k
There are histories, and then there are histories.
The knife wasn’t a sword, a sword wasn’t a spell, but it would do. He’d tested it, well and good, on old Salvius’ goat; the goat hadn’t been for him, of course, only the scraps, boiled in hot oil. His mother’s fingers still couldn’t take oil. And he’d been too hungry to see her waste it. But the goat had died, regardless.
One neat cut across, that strangled gurgle before it went still. Cesare thought of Father, again and again and again, thought it until it branded itself inside of his eyelids, thought it until it clogged his windpipe with salt and sandpaper.
#tes#skyrim#skyrim fanfiction#fic recs#gen fic#one shot#faendal#j'zargo#the reach#the markarth incident#markarth#windhelm#college of winterhold#bravil
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TOP 3 WORST PLACES IN THE WHOLE AURBIS
3) COCKWORK CITY (smells like nerds in here)
2) SOUL CAIRN (the purple gives me migraines aaah)
1) Bravil
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Gwilin chatting with a yellow team combatant after a match.
#elder scrolls#oblivion#bosmer#argonian#tes art#my art#gwilin#the imperial arena#anahitdoesart#my characters#Gwilin found himself as a pit dog after failing to pay a debt to a guy in bravil#we was later bailed out by baurus when he failed to show for their meeting in the imperial city
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Banner of Bravil
Isolated In-game art asset for the Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
*Artist unknown*
If anyone knows the artist, please comment below!
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First Lines!
Rules: Post the first line/paragraph of your current WIPS
I was tagged by @thana-topsy and @thequeenofthewinter thank you friends 💕
I'm a bit late on this one and know a lot of you have already been tagged so I'll try not to be super annoying and blow up everyone's notifications (or maybe I will 😈). Tagging @atypicalacademic @nuwanders @elavoria @skyrim-forever @dumpsterhipster @gilgamish @viss-and-pinegar @expended-sleeper @nientedenada @sylvienerevarine @druidx @snowberry-crostata
Here's a random little bit inspired by a Tes Fest prompt. It's about Scar-Tail, the Shadowscale Teinaava asks you to kill in Oblivion. He has a little cameo in the Illusionist and I must thank @atypicalacademic for the insp <3
Scar-Tail doesn’t speak his name anymore, not even in his native tongue. He wonders, if enough time passes, will he ever forget its rhythm or will it quake within him always like a second bloodbeat? Somedays he feels it trapped behind his teeth— the sibilant shape of it, the phantom weight of it, the gathering swell in the hollow pocket of his throat. It still speaks to him in sleep where formless figures call him by the name his brother called him, and even in dreams the name is doused in venom. Even in dreams, the only ones who speak it want him dead.
Slither and Writhe Chapter 3
It wasn’t the first time Sylawen had run from home nor was it the farthest she’d gone. She'd taken the morning coach from Skingrad to Bravil (much to the carriage-driver's surprise) precisely because the town was only half a days’ ride, and more importantly because it was the last place her parents would think to search for her. After all, no woman of her breeding would be caught dead in such a cesspit. Her childhood tutors had told her as much. "No one travels to Bravil unless they’re looking to catch helljoint or find themselves robbed blind," they'd warned, and on day two of her holiday, Sylawen had proven this to be a matter of empirical truth.
#tag games#slither and writhe#btw I don't actually agree with Bravil slander. I love Bravil. Love a swamp town. Love the mire and the murk#sonny writes
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‘Breaking up by letter!’ said Marcurio in scandalised amusement: ‘I really thought that sort of thing only happened in cheap novels.’ Looking over the letter again: ‘And Daggerfall.’
A letter which had quite startled us: delivered to the back-end of nowhere; and which we found to be from Delphine herself, once we had got past her security-measures, more paper than letter. Indeed upon reading it, I had wondered half if it were in some sort of code; only afterwards recognised that all she wrote was true, and that, –
‘Oh!’ I cried: ‘it is not breaking up! I have not made my decision yet; and it is something which must surely be discussed, –’
If you refuse, said the letter, there will be nothing more to discuss.
I could hardly bear to look back at it. I had heard nothing from Delphine in so long, that to see her handwriting had been almost to hear her, in anticipation of long-awaited reunion; and to read the damnable thing, had been sudden frost-breath upon me. – ‘It is all,’ said I reassuring myself, ‘it is all because it is written; because writing has not the warmth of, – of, –’
‘It’s a writ of assassination,’ said Marcurio: ‘it’s hardly going to be warm.’
‘I’m not going to kill Paarthurnax,’ said I at once.
Thinking nevertheless on those spells which, in desperate battles already, had felled such beasts as Paarthurnax hoped to command, – which he’d commanded in times past, Delphine wrote, and wrought such evil as might never be felled. Thinking on those dragons which had fallen, which had not Paarthurnax’s grace nor grandeur; that fire-breath, with which he had tested me; what price I’d pay, to, –
‘I think,’ said Marcurio, ‘that that would be wise. If he doesn’t kill you, the Greybeards will. Thank the gods Delphine only wants to send you to Bravil.’
‘To never speak to me ever again,’ said I: scalding tears in my eyes.
Delphine whose hands had trembled, on shaking mine; who had spoken not with fire nor frost, but warmly; – ‘I want to see her again,’ said I, ‘I never even said, – how great a friend she was; nor ever embraced her, – she’d change my mind, if she saw me again, –’
At which Marcurio gently took the letter; re-read it; and himself remembering Delphine, – for he had never quite liked her; only smiled at my own affection, – without meaning to be heartless, said very quietly:
‘I am not sure she has ever quite seen you.’
And I snatching it from him, looked again at its beginning: and where I had before seen it addressed to Julienne, – imagined it! – read only: Dragonborn, – and having thus perfectly decoded the thing, sank down onto the cold stone, and wept.
#using 'send someone to bravil' as a sort of lore-friendly 'send someone to coventry' here...#breton girl writes#oc:julienne#skyrim
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Helena runs a clinic in Riften that makes most of its money off of thieves and bandits that don't want to answer hard questions from temple healers. She also performs procedures and provides painkillers those at the temples cannot due to legal or religious restrictions. Are you a prostitute in need of an abortion? Your parents beat you again but you don't want to report it because then you'd be in a worse position in Honorhall? Got something stuck up your ass? Helena's clinic is the place to go, and if you tip her well enough she'll take your shameful secrets to her tomb.
Everybody in Riften knows, but Helena heals guardsmen and Black Briar employees for free so the jarl let's the drug peddling slide.
#Tesblr#Skyrim custom follower#She was born in Bravil and was part of an infamous pirate crew founded in Hammerfell from ages 24-32#Anyway if you ask real real nicely she'll snub a cigarette out on you
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