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actual-skyrim-quotes · 4 months

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There IS a right answer, and I WILL judge you on your answer.

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fallout-tactics · 2 years

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apparently now the elder scrolls arena, daggerfall, redguard and battlespire are all on steam now that the bethesda launcher is dead. both arena and daggerfall are free to play but i guarantee neither of them work lmao. both the others are $6

#tes #the elder scrolls #tes arena #tes daggerfall #tes redguard #tes battlespire #bethesda #not fallout #what if a horned kangaroo could talk

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lordboomslang · 2 months

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#the elder scrolls #tes arena #tes daggerfall #tes morrowind #tes oblivion #tes skyrim #tes online #tes redguard #tes legends #tes battlespire #tes dawnstar #tes blades #tes shadowkey #tes stormhold

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elderscrollsconceptart · 14 days

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Ideal Master

3D sprite for An Elder Scrolls Legend: Battlespire

Model and animation by Mark Jones

#mark jones #the elder scrolls #art #concept art #tes #battlespire #the soul cairn #ideal master

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connortheconceded · 3 months

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A young Gwilin falling to tamriel after escapeing from the Battlespire, 3E 398

#elder scrolls #oblivion #tesblr #tes art #battlespire #...i guess?

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spooky-donut-ghost-house · 6 months

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Here's some more Eldritch and cosmic horror hcs I have for The Elder Scrolls

I imagine that those who have actually seen the form of Hermaeus Mora have also went mad as he is incomprehensible but also because he projects the knowledge of everything into their minds which is what turns them into seekers and lurkers

Nobody other than The Last Dragonborn has returned from Apocrypha sane barely anyone returns from Apocrypha due to most of them becoming seekers or lurkers the ones that do escape end up mad and rambling things about seas of Black and ever watching eyes

Hermaeus Mora drives people to insanity like Sheogorath difference is Sheogorath makes them lose their mind through chaos

Hermaeus Mora makes people lose their mind by making them aware of how insignificant they are compared to the vast amount of powerful beings that can wipe them from existence in an instant

The Deep Ones that live under the town of Hackdirt are very mysterious the caves under Hackdirt connects to the coasts of Cyrodiil where an entire society of Deep Ones live

Some people think they are remnants of the dreugh others think maomer or maybe sloads but when the Imperial Legion permanently ceased the town of Hackdirt not too long after the events of The Great War they found The Bible of The Deep Ones and brought it to an Imperial scholar to translate it he has said that it is unlike any known language he has seen but he would try to decode it

Days later a note was found in his office rambling about during the time of seas of black and red suns when the towers fall and reality is being teared apart by the children of the gods the beast in black will burn the world

The scholar and The Bible of The Deep Ones was nowhere to be found

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truth-01001001-liar · 4 months

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Imperial Battlemage, Vatasha Trenelle, doesn’t have an outfit design… so I made her one. :)))

#pretty sure she’s not quite a battle mage but fuck that she’s got enough experience to get the player through basically every..#level of the Battlespire— leaving behind clues in letters and items for you because she’s ahead of you #anyway I may have adopted her as a canon character oc so… there’s that #whoops #tes #Battlespire #TruthiLiar’s art

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salad-sauce · 27 days

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They hate eachother

transparent version cus i like it better

#art #digital art #fantasy #fanart #the elder scrolls #tesblr #tes #battlespire #dremora #xivilai #faydra shardai #faydra #shardai #xivilai moath #moath #yet again posting about dagons kids #because what else would i be doing

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lichposting · 1 year

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Battlespire death screen

#image #tes #the elder scrolls #battlespire #alma’s cool pics #perso #bring this shit back for tes6 if it ever gets made

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nulfaga · 3 months

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sending you 4 or 8 as you prefer for the prompts :) & i would say lavinia <3 if you’re looking for character suggestions but if you have someone specific in mind….

4: "Hey, it's fashion."

Falcar’s golden magelight makes the guildhall basement a little more inviting, but the smell of mouse droppings persists—so too the stale, still air. No wonder the Guild keeps wine down here, thinks Lavinia. A few feet above is a beautiful Nibenese spring day, humid and fragrant, and down here the cold is rattling her bones. He’d put a muffling charm on the room, Falcar, which had made her uneasy; then he’d made her cast one too and watched her technique, the old goat, which was comfortingly, irritatingly familiar.

All told, she’s confused.

“If you’re here to kill me, wizard,” says Lavinia flatly, “I want you to know it wasn’t me who filched your reagents.”

Falcar smiles. “Wasn’t aware I was missing any.”

“The root pulp and bog-caps, bog-lanterns. . . you’re drawing me out.”

“Bog beacons. I’m not trying to kill you, daft conjurer. I’d be cleverer about it than this.”

“Should hope so.”

“Could I please come out, now?” says an unknown voice, with no source. Before the first thought could put itself together in her head, Lavinia has warded herself and Falcar, and her fingers have sparked with leashed lightning, her hand drawn back to throw—

“Lavinia,” says Falcar in that paralyzing tone he reserves for guild disputes. As if hexed, her hand goes limp. To the empty spot beside him he snaps: “I told you to wait for my word.”

“I beg your pardon, sir,” says the young man—he is, as far as she can tell, a young man—and drops his spell. The air wavers and he appears in full effect, a weird creature, lithe and pale, with hair the color of nightshade petals and wrapped in the most outlandishly rich robes imaginable. “I thought I was dealing with a mage, not a nervous dreugh.”

She chokes on her fury—considers throwing the spell anyway, thinks marginally better of it—instead she gasps, “Bite me you fucking peacock popinjay cunt.”

The young man freezes for an instant, open-mouthed, then bursts into laughter.

His laugh is supernaturally pleasant; rich and rebounding, like that of a nymph. “Pop—popinjay?” he says, placing a hand on the front of his robes, shaking with glee. “It’s fashion, thank you very much. Bespoke, even.”

Lavinia, at a loss, stands there and watches him.

“Let’s try this again,” says the young man, a little breathlessly. “P. Copperhart Darkworth of Wayrest at your service, but just Copperhart will do. I apologize for my outburst, and for appearing unannounced, and I thank you for not incinerating me.”

“Lavinia Marciana Caridenius,” she says tersely, ignoring his outstretched hand.

“A pleasure.”

Falcar seats himself in one of the damp basement chairs and motions for Lavinia and the interloper to do the same. “You know I met with the Council a few days ago, conjurer.”

“Yes,” says Lavinia.

“And you know that an official end has been called to the Simulacrum.”

“Yes, wizard.”

“Well. . .Jagar Tharn, during his reign, compromised the Battlespire. Left it open for the Daedra.”

Lavinia grits her teeth. “What do I want with the Battlespire? I’m a University mage, not a Legion suck-up.”

“Listen,” says Falcar, and follows it with nothing. He puts his head in his hands, the grey hair spills between his fingers. Then, sitting upright, he continues: “The Mages’ Council and the Elder Council deliberated together. It was decided that someone must go to the Battlespire and determine whether there are any surviving battlemages, and whether the facility can be retaken in Tharn’s absence. The guildmasters each put forward a handful of names. You, conjurer, and you, master Darkworth, are brilliant, resourceful casters. . .”

“But young and dispensable, if the worst comes to pass,” says Copperhart coolly.

“And who the hell are you, anyway?” Lavinia presses him. “You’re not even Mages’ Guild. Why are you involved?”

He lowers his glasses, peculiar little spectacles with red lenses and jeweled rims, and peers at her over them. “My family is in town, so to speak, for the celebrations. The Darkworths are known to His Imperial Majesty and the Elder Council, so the matter reached my ears by and by. I was asked to step in.”

Both brilliant casters?—it dawns on her. Arkay’s eyes. “You want us to go to the Battlespire together.”

Falcar looks miserable. “So the two Councils have decided.”

“Lavinia Marciana Caridenius,” says Copperhart slowly, as if reciting a poem. “That is a mouthful. What do your friends call you? Liv? Nia? Vinnie?”

She stiffens with outrage when she hears ‘Vinnie’: a mistake. Copperhart perks up like a wolf smelling blood.

“Vinnie!” he declares.

Lavinia catches Falcar’s eye. He knows her. He’s always tut-tutting about her temper, he knows she’ll throttle this purple bastard if he carries on like this, assignment or no assignment, But all she manages is to groan, “Falcar.”

“Take a little time to think. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow,” says Falcar, and the corner of his mouth twitches. “Master Darkworth will accompany you into the Imperial City at the end of the week. Until then, not a word about this to anyone, please.”

He rises from his chair in his usual way, pushing himself up from the armrests to spare his knees. Copperhart follows suit and excuses himself from the room with a bow. Lavinia goes to the stairs.

“Conjurer,” comes Falcar’s voice.

She turns around, fuming and a little giddy.

Falcar folds his arms and glances aside.

“What?”

“I. . .I was against this whole undertaking,” he says quietly.

Lavinia closes her eyes. All she wants now is to nap in the afternoon sun. To take the carriage to Gold Leaf, maybe. . . “I should see my family.” She holds Falcar’s gaze. He seems exhausted; he has dark circles. There is a tremor in his hands. “This is a lot to ask, wizard.”

“I know.” Falcar sighs. “Take very good care of yourself.”

“I thought I was dispensable,” she says, petulantly.

He glares at her, the Guildmaster’s glare that stops unruly apprentices in their tracks and withers wizards of lesser authority. “Think again.”

#thank you jay <33 #lavinia #p. copperhart darkworth #my writing #tes #slowly expanding the gemileverse to include every single tes game. we've conquered the mainline now we subsume the spinoffs #actually the battlespire thing is an idea i'm tossing around but i'm not committing to it. it's funnier if the stakes are way lower like #an important guild member gets involved in a scandal and they have to go save his bacon w/o leaking the sensitive info #on the other hand. battlespire!#anyways thank you for letting me write about them <33 #(this is 3e 399 for context. theyre both in their early 20s here and neither can act like it lol)

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sasquach-scratches · 3 months

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The Decline of The Elder Scrolls began when they forced you to wear a baggy diaper instead of letting you walk around with your cock and balls out without mods

#elder scrolls #daggerfall #battlespire #morrowind being rated T was a sign #we'll never get it back because Bethisdo has become cowards and also they're own by Microsoft lmao #i wonder how long before microsoft kills them #seriously though why are underwear in TES just baggy diapers now #why not all the neat underwear options in Daggerfall?#or just linen breeches?#at least ESO gives you swanky undies

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actual-skyrim-quotes · 1 year

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Another poll because why not. DON'T vote if you've only played one of these games. You have to have played at least two of them in order to vote. If you want to see the results before the poll ends but have only played one of them, just send me an ask and I'll post a screenshot of the results

If you all want, I'll post another poll asking the same question but this time the options will only be expansions. Let me know if you want that.