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nerevar-quote-and-star · 3 months

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Voryn Dagoth: I’m angry with you.

Nerevar: I’m angry with you, too.

Voryn: Let’s give each other some space.

Nerevar: Good idea.

Nerevar: *gets off Voryn's lap to sit next to him. They’re still holding hands*

Almalexia: ?!?

Almalexia: Is this a joke?

#nerevar indoril #indoril nerevar #almalexia #voryn dagoth #house dagoth #first council #almsivi #tribunal #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect morrowind quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #morrowind #the elder scrolls iii: morrowind #source: tumblr

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vestigme · 6 months

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My designs for First council (-Kagranac/Dunmac I was too tired to do them😞)

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thescrolls-haveforetold · 7 months

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manipulation nation‼️

#the elder scrolls #morrowind #tes #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #elder scrolls #first council #resdayn #nerevar bein sneeeeaaaakkyyyyy

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dross-the-fish · 1 year

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A sweet NereVoryn moment

Commissioned by @nidyravirthi

Thank you so much!

#indoril nerevar #Voryn Dagoth #Morrowind #First council #elder Scrolls #tes

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caliblorn · 2 years

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/TESMERmay2022/ 16-18 may, CHIMER

First Council meeting. Someone’s suspicious.

#almalexia #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #tesmermay2022 #Morrowind #i had to rush it unfortunately #not very happy with the outcome but at least I drew them...#first council #chimer #doodles

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robotslenderman · 9 months

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Remind me, what was the Nords version of Lord Nerevar’s death again? Was it the one where they had one dude shout so hard the sky itself got sick or was that a different one?

I love the Nord version

The Dunmer are like "yeah so there was a battle and the Dwemer poofed and shit happened yo"

whereas the Nords just fucking. took this entire-ass historical event. and just SHOVED A BUNCH OF SHIT IN IT THAT NO OTHER VERSION MENTIONS. AT ALL.

it's like a super bad movie adaptation and it's fucking hilarious.

So in the original tale, Dagoth Ur learns about the Tools of Kagrenac and tells Nerevar. The Tools of Kagrenac would allow the Dwemer to make a mechanical god by being used on the heart of a dead god called Lorkhan, which is sacrilege to the Chimer. Nerevar prays to Azura and she confirms it. Nerevar goes to Dumac, the King of the Dwemer, about it. Dumac, who doesn't know what Kagrenac is doing, is like "first of all, how dare you." So Nerevar's like "well a literal goddess I just consulted confirmed it so fuck you I'm gonna fuck your shit up."

Nerevar goes to fuck Dwemer shit up.

Here Dunmer accounts diverge wildly, and the fact you never find out which one is true is what I love about the lore of this game. The gist we know that's true is that Nerevar fought Dumac, the Dwemer disappeared, the Tribunal became gods and Nerevar died at some point of his injuries.

The details are fuzzier. Some accounts say that Dagoth betrayed Nerevar. Others say that Nerevar betrayed Dagoth. Some say the Tribunal were present, others say they weren't. Some say Nerevar and Azura wiped out the Dwemer. The generally accepted story is that the Dwemer wiped themselves out, but some accounts blame Nerevar. And then of course the most disputed topic of all -- the truth as to how Nerevar died, whether he was injured by Dagoth, whether the Tribunal killed him, etc etc.

No mention of Nords, to my knowledge. It was all Chimer and Dwemer stuff, and the whole thing is a very tragic tale I still get sad over when I'm drunk enough, eleven years after playing the game.

THEN YOU HAVE THE NORD VERSION.

The Nords took one look at this story and basically turned into total Americans about it.

So THEIR super special secret OC was a dude who was dead and CAME BACK TO LIFE to lead their forces into Morrowind and to the Battle of Red Mountain! Why??? because their god was stuck in the mountain or something? Which wasn't entirely off-base -- Lorkhan is also known as Shor, and Shor is a Nord god, and his heart was in the mountain and a major focal point of all this history-bending bullshit. So the Nords were like "we can't have this story about our god without it being about US, too! WE WERE TOTALLY THERE AND LED BY THIS SUPER COOL GUY."

So their SUPER SPECIAL OC marches into the mountain only to find out IT WAS A TRAP, Shor's heart wasn't REALLY there, and the EVIL ELVES literally then go and and DROP A FUCKING MOUNTAIN on them. Also even though it was a ruse and their god wasn't actually there, he also WAS there????, and got the mountain dropped on him too, because EVIL ELVES. Also their SUPER SPECIAL OC killed the Dwemer king and made all the Dwemer disappear.

At which point Vivec showed up and "blasted [him] into hell".

I'm guessing Vivec somehow managed to add that little bit into Nord lore because it sounds like something Vivec would do. Both in the sense that he'd talk about how he wrecked this guy's shit because Vivec loves making himself look awesome but also in the sense that he'd insert that little addendum into history because he thought it was funny.

In another Nordic version of this story their SUPER SPECIAL OC joined forces with their god, instead of getting a mountain dropped on top of them, and fought Nerevar and Dumac. Dagoth took advantage of the chaos to randomly stab Dumac. Nerevar was like "the fuck, dude? I wasn't done talking to him" and stabbed Dagoth. So Shor took advantage of this stabbing to stab Nerevar himself, but not before getting stabbed right back by Nerevar.

Everyone dies, except the super special OC.

So yeah, the Dunmer have this point of history that's super controversial and the Nords just basically yoinked the whole thing and shoved their OC into it and made a hilarious Hollywood movie over it.

I'm seeing an aside note about a dude getting sad that his Voice "failed him" at Red Mountain so I'm guessing that COULD be the guy who yelled at the sky, not sure.

#TES #Morrowind #I'm just taking a brief cursory look at the Battle of Red Mountain page apologies if I missed anything particularly cracktastic #First Council #Indoril Nerevar

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thana-topsy · 10 months

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8/10 for voryn/almalexia?

So, I ended up outsourcing this one by apparently mentioning it off-hand to the exact right person at the exact right time. @yesjejunus , a far more skilled denizen of the First Council Fandom than I, cracked his knuckles and got to work, so many thanks to him for providing us with such tasty food. (He gave me permission to share by way of answering this ask).

Thank you, anon!

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Almalexia x Voryn "A kiss in secret." (648 words) by @yesjejunus

Sunshine kissed the hem of Dagoth Voryn’s robes as he stood tucked away in the alcove of the courtyard, just beyond the sight of Lord Nerevar and Alandro Sul. He watched as they danced, swords in hand, jeering at each other in good nature as they sparred. They flowed around each other as gracefully as oil and water, blades coming wickedly close to crossing tender golden flesh, but never quite joining. Voryn’s red lips wore a smile so small and compact that it could have been mistaken for a grimace. Nerevar couldn’t see him from this angle.

He can never see him.

The fine hairs on the back of Voryn’s neck bristled and he sensed a presence behind him. Impossible, as the carved stone would surely have given away anyone who dared to approach. He turned and met Indoril Ayem eye to eye; her toes dangled inches above the ground, and she was staring knowingly at him. Voryn turned back to the courtyard with a snort.

“You could go out there and spar with them, you know. Instead of standing here, doing your best impression of a statue,” she said, coming to float beside him. Voryn ignored her—he’d long learned that the only way to win her power games was not to play them at all. He kept his crimson eyes trained on Nerevar as he dodged yet another of Alandro Sul’s attacks, his sweat slicked skin shimmering in the sunlight. Ayem floated closer to him, so close that Voryn was forced to acknowledge her, and he glanced down. She was dressed as she usually was, her breasts concealed with little more than gauzy strips of green fabric that fluttered in the breeze as she continued to levitate beside him. He flicked his eyes back up to hers and made a show of turning away.

“I’ve no mind for games today,” he said dismissively as he waved his long fingers in her face. He only narrowly avoided catching her cheekbone with the tip of one his lacquered nails. He was halfway through the turn when Ayem seized that hand and slammed it against the wall before blocking him in and trapping the rest of his body between her own and the cool stones.

She was smaller than him, and though she was one of the most capable warriors in all of Resdaynian history, Voryn could have easily pushed her away. He did not. Instead, he let his mouth curve into a true smile as he stared back at her blazing golden eyes, satisfied that she’d taken the bait. Though her eyes remained fiery, she smiled back at him, and they were fully enmeshed in the game, in the strange dance they’d been locked in for decades now. Just beyond the periphery of what Lord Nerevar could see.

Ayem’s lips were close to Voryn’s, mere centimeters away. Waiting. Challenging. Theirs had been a war of attrition, continually pushing and pulling to see who would submit first. Neither could say which of them was the first to begin this strange tryst all those years ago, but neither side showed any sign of ceding victory.

Voryn leaned forward, his red lips achingly close to hers, so much so that he could feel

her breath on them, and he paused, listening intently. From the courtyard came the sounds of Nerevar breathing heavily, grunting with each heavily planted footstep as he continued dueling. His senses were so electrified that he could hear Nerevar’s sidesteps in the grass with each parry. Each thrust.

Ayem’s mouth crushed down on his as her hands fisted in his hair, dragging him closer, and Voryn returned the kiss with fervor, savoring the lips that had known Nerevar’s countless times, had surely explored every inch of his radiant body, each curve of muscle, every tattoo, every scar. He could practically taste him on her.

Today, he had won.

#friend writing #topsy's asks #voryn dagoth #almalexia #morrowind #first council #morrowind fanfiction

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omiramotakiart · 2 years

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I will not even give context other than: I have detailed headcanons about everyone's family life. A lot. Very, very specific things.

#morrowind #sotha sil #almalexia #indoril nerevar #vivec #alandro sul #dagoth voryn #chimer #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls #first council

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mareenavee · 5 months

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The Inherent Opposite of Life

This story was written as the first official fanfiction of my very dear friend Indoril Jinumon's work. It is directly inspired by cut content from another project we've been part of for a while now.

Jinumon—Thank you so, so much for your support on this piece, and on my writing in general—and for indulging my inability to have any chill at all, hehe. You're a light in these chaotic times. I hope this fic brings as much joy to you as Veru always has for me. (:

Some Notes: Veru Bavani, for all intents and purposes, is his character, brought to life by his work writing her original dialogue, some of which appears in this tale. Ulpar Enakul was also a joint effort of ours, where I wrote the majority of his original concept, and he edited it and created a secret third style to solidify the voicing.

Thank you so much to @archangelsunited for the amazingly helpful beta read!

Special shoutout to Strager for the Ald Chimeris, and to @changelingsandothernonsense for helping with the initial structure of Ulpar's voicing—which is based on Sumerian and Akkadian poetry. (:

Without further ado:

The Inherent Opposite of Life

Part One: Betrayal

No fear, Veru.

Easier said than done. Veru Bavani was no stranger to this kind of chaos. That was part of the pride of being a Buoyant Armiger: to dive into danger and come out mostly unscathed—or so the theory went. The inherent opposite of life was death, and that was nothing to be afraid of. Sometimes it took a quick reminder.

Gravel crunched under her boots as she crept along the passages of the cave system that could, in theory, become another route into Endusal. The air was cloying—it smelled of dirt after a heavy rain, of mold and of sulfur, but not of death. That was something. She pushed back a stray strand of dark hair as she looked around the caverns, the motion making the flickering, dim light of her torch twist her shadow on the wall. All she could hear—besides the sound of her own breathing—was the incessant drip of water working its way down from somewhere far above on the surface.

That there was a silence this deep was unsettling, to be fair. With all the reports the Redoran had given her of unsavory activity—bloated Blight creatures shambling, ash zombies stalking, and the like—she should have been hearing something. There was a deep wrongness with the silence in this place beyond what the Blight had done to the area. These caverns felt more ancient, more dangerous—but all the resistance she’d been met with thus far were stalagmites and uneven footing. She couldn’t shake the gut feeling that things still lurked in the dark, waiting and watching. Normally, she’d be able to shove that knot of anxiety aside, but today it was proving more difficult. No matter her misgivings, the siege effort needed this passage, and so she’d have to keep going. Who else was going to do this?

There had been scouts sent out before her. None had returned. She’d known the rumors of what would haunt these caves adjacent to ancient Dwemer strongholds. There hadn’t been a reason to confirm previously. But now? There’d been far too much loss, and whatever was going on up ahead would have to be dealt with. If she didn’t figure out what the problem was, the whole plan would fall to shambles. Then, what of the lives lost in the process? Would that have been for nothing? The point of this was to fight well against that which threatened not only the Mountain, but the world. Life. Love. All of that. While it would make for a decent epic, some of them would have to live in order for it to be written. So the task of finding out why the mission repeatedly failed fell to her. She kept her free hand on the hilt of her sword, and it grounded her enough to keep moving.

Nobody knew the Mountain as well as she did, anyway.

The Redoran foot soldiers might have claimed boldness, but boldness only got a person so far. What this mission really took was perseverance, and a fairly decent memory for the convoluted ways the caves that dotted Red Mountain tended to distort and become hazardous. Veru had been mostly fine the last time she ventured into these specific caverns, though this was further than anyone had gone in, what? Centuries? Likely. She swallowed hard, set her teeth and walked past the last of the Vehk runes etched on the walls by her predecessors. The Redoran scouts had been instructed to follow them and continue marking the way between each, though she’d not spotted anything new in some time. That was rather ominous.

There had been, in other parts of this cave system, broken bits of Dwemer metal scattered around, and pipes which still hissed steam as machinery far below still worked, powered by secrets lost to time. She knew she had to tread carefully, as those ancient metal monstrosities could ambush her at any moment. It wouldn’t be the first time. However, here, there hadn’t been a single gleam of the brass alloy anywhere. It was as if this passage had been forgotten somehow. Or, she thought with a sharp intake of breath, sealed off during the War. Which would make all of this much more difficult.

Nothing, however, was impossible. She’d learned that lesson a few times over by now. It wasn’t that she’d been trying to listen into the reports General Nerothan went over—Triune knew there were better things to do—but there had been mention of Dwemer weapons somewhere in these passages being reactivated by the Sixth House. Just because there weren't any signs of them here didn’t mean she wouldn’t stumble into something worse than a Centurion or Sphere. It would be best to keep focused. -> Read the rest on AO3!

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totallywrongtes · 1 year

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Voryn Dagoth: You can't make everyone like you. You're not Nerevar. Vivec: Not everyone likes Nerevar! Voryn: Who doesn't? Vivec: Voryn, taking a rusted knife out of his pocket: I want names and addresses. Now.

#source unknown #TES #TESblr #First Council #Morrowind

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roachsauce · 9 months

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pov: you’re anakin skywalker

#star wars #tcw #jedi council #mace windu #kit fisto #depa billaba #master yoda #yoda #obi wan kenobi #eeth koth #plo koon #shaak ti #ki adi mundi #mundis head was so fun to draw lmao #at first i was gonna redraw this meme as the clones as ‘pov ur at 79s’ but ive drawn so many clones lately #i missed drawing the jedi :)#my art

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 4 months

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Nerevar Indoril: I'm not like other girls.

The Nerevarine: I don't die when I'm killed.

#i vaguely feel like i did this before but I'm not going to bother checking #here judt take it #nerevar indoril #indoril nerevar #nerevarine #oc: alvivecia sithola #first council #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect morrowind quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #morrowind #the elder scrolls iii: morrowind #source: tumblr

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vestigme · 5 months

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My headcanon for first council height chart

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thescrolls-haveforetold · 5 months

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i do like how most of the first council mfs do see passed nerevar’s shitty frat boy ass persona but they find it so insufferable yet somehow attractive that they can’t help but hate and love him

#tes #first council

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dianagj-art · 2 months

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