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Okay, to counteract all my complaining, here are some (lore friendly) mods that I just like a lot (no animals, people, weapons/armors, mesh/texture replacers, etc. because there's too many and it gets boring.)
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Ghosts of the Deathbells: adds a really rare, somber event to picking a deathbell flower.
Falmeroon: adds Snow Elf ruins to some remote edges of the map. I've made an unofficial SE port here.
Snow Whale Bones: adds the remains of Snow Whales in some mountainous areas (iffy canon but sorry they are Cool.)
Windmills of Skyrim: adds windmills with unique, custom-painted sails to farms.
Scarecrows of Skyrim: adds scarecrows to farms.
Scribes of Skyrim: makes books and notes use a variety of typefaces (any fellow Pentiment fans out there?)
The Old Ways-Nordic Religion: adds totems representing the Nordic pantheon around Skyrim. Has patches for the next recommendation.
The Great Towns/Villages series: overhauls the smaller, worldspace towns in a really cool way, includes voice-acted NPCs. Personally, I like Kynesgrove the best because it actually adds to the lore about the Nordic pantheon. For Shor's Stone, I recommend this mod as well.
Redbag's Rorikstead: I like this mod over Great Village's version because the houses have sod roofs and I'm a sucker for sod roofs.
Capital Windhelm Expansion: adds some really thoughtful lore touches (Dunmer refugees outside the walls, an Arena, and a cool vampire quest)
Relic of Dawnstar: adds a Gehenoth skull to the White Hall (requires Cities of the North), inspired by the lore of the Travels game
Environs series: thoughtful additions that makes certain places change over time.
WiZKid's mods: especially Lund's Hut, Lively Farms, Icy Windhelm, Pinewatch, Hall of the Dead Stained Glass Windows, and Pavo's House. Sepolcri is also pretty good but loses immersion points for using celtic cross gravestones. You can pry Lanterns of Skyrim II from my cold, dead hands, though. Lux? Idk her, LoSII is my bestie.
Fancy Sleeping Tree Replacer: the Sleeping Tree is supposed to be a remnant of the sentient trees of the flying city of Umbriel (from the novels.) It should be weird, is what I'm saying, and this mod makes it alien and beautiful.
Unique Culture Riverwood: a mod that gives Riverwood its own style of farmhouse and a little more personality. The author has also made a mod for Falkreath.
Immersive World Encounters: adds more and edits World Encounters, including encountering faction NPCs out and about (ex. the Companions outside of Whiterun doing Companion-y things in the wilderness).
Glorious Doors of Skyrim: adds some really cool doors. 'nuff said.
Redbag's Dragonreach: adds some unique flair to Jarl Ballin's crib.
Cultured Orc Furniture: replaces generic furniture in Orc Strongholds with custom furniture.
Lavinia's Memorial: adds some gifts from her grieving parents to the little girl's grave in Falkreath. Ouch.
Nocturnal Moths: adds moths that spawn around lanterns at night.
Moons and Stars: fixes the positions of the stars and moons, as well as making moon phases consistent.
DK's Realistic Nord Ships: replaces Skyrim's ships with some gorgeous new models.
Morgenstern's Mushroom Circles: adds more fairy rings in the wilderness. Delightful!
Bloodmoon Brodir Grove: makes the grove in Solstheim a little more like it was in the Morrowind DLC. The mod author also has more mods that bring Bloodmoon details and locations to Solstheim.
Ships of the Horizon: does what it says on the tin.
EVG Animation Variance: the whole animation series by Everglaid is nice (haven't tried Traversal yet, but that is some incredible technology) but I especially like this one for the old people animations
jasperthegnome's houses: these are SO cozy and comfy.
Arctic- Frost Effects Redux: makes frost spells have cooler effects (including 3D ice spikes)
Northern Roads- Let Me Guess Someone Stole Your Sweetroads: a plugin that cuts down on Northern Roads, removing all the landscape changes and bridges and just keeping the clutter. Way more compatible than the original mod.
Skyrim Bridges: this is my favorite bridge mod. There are many, but I like this one best.
Edit: forgot two tiny mods in my original post:
Nightcaller Temple Unique Shrine of Mara: replaces the generic shrine with a wooden shrine Erandur carved
Broken Tower Redoubt Unique Shrine of Dibella: similar to the above mod, but Reachmen carved this one.
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I returned to Skyrim and it's so cool! I was thinking of drawing some of my favorite characters from there. And here is a Dunmer mercenary from Solstheim who doesn't want to take off his helmet in the game, but I drew him without it, hehe :D
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this feels like something kinda up your alley and youve inspired a lot of the realism in my tes writing lately, so! it occurred to me that the dunmer could use dwemeris the same way we use latin and ancient greek, like for scientific terms and taxonomy and such? even though canonical sources on dwemeris are lacking this idea remains very stuck in my head lol
basically,. im not sure if youre familiar with vvardvarks? one of 1% of eso creature designs i actually enjoy. anyway i’d wanted to see what i could do about the cute but silly name etymology to fit my own tes worldbuilding. obviously irl its vvardenfell + aardvark, and in-universe seemingly vvardenfell + varkenel, the telvanni guy who created them. but much to my delight “vvarden” by itself is just dwemeris for “strong shield”, and of course vvardvarks are covered in little “shields” i.e. their pangolin-esque scales. not sure if the eso creatives made this connection.. x doubt etc. but i came up with “vvardenarkngd” as a sort of scientific name, which more or less means “gifted with strong shield[s]”. i imagine that the colloquial vvardvark came from a corruption of vvardenarkngd over time. thats all ive actually done so far but it did really hit me that using dwemeris as the dunmer equivalent of how we use latin is kind of a cool concept!
anyway.. i hope this isnt too random or irrelevant but i just wanted to share as a way to thank you for inspiring me to think about tes and tes languages in deeper ways!! i dont think i ever would have if it werent for some of your stories/worldbuilding. so i hope you and/or your followers at least find this neat or that i can inspire someone else in turn!
THIS IS SO NEAT...LOVE the concept of dwemeris being used for taxonomy in veloth. thank you for sharing!
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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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Hello! Your Skyrim characters are so cool, their designs are awesome! Do you have any character lore on them you’d be willing to share? 💃
THANK YOUU!!!! THATS SO SWEET OF YOU!! yes of course, ill share whats most concrete and isnt subject to change willy nilly 💗
all these characters are saves, and lore-wise are in the same universe 👍 explanation is under the cut, this got a little long teehee... heres the relationship arc wheel in case you just wanna know that
minlin (he/him)
he's a dunmer, he's the dragonborn and insanely lucky for not knowing whats going on 90% of the time and acting on a whim. he's a little scatterbrained, but he means well. he's somewhere in his 40's in human terms, idk what thatd be in like mer years :#)
jegg (he/him) he started as a joke character n' became the most detailed...
jegg is a breton, n' the listener for the dark brotherhood. that's not the only voices he hears though, im still working out the details based on his lineage's consequences n' tes lore [his ancestor is my oblivion character, eggs ((can you see the theme here))!] but since the beginning of her ((eggs)) matriarch, most family members have been subjected to fulfilling urges of bloodshed, and he's just one of the few that listened. he's very good at restoration magic ironically (something eggs was also good at), and that's the sole reason he's not dead from a near fatal attack against minlin (the aftermath is that one drawing of his scars in the future). their whole beef is based off of the fact that you can get ambushed from the db as the dragonborn if you never start the quest, and jegg's a sore sore loser lmao-- he's in his mid 30's or so btw. his facial birthmark is purely coincidental, and he's a freak for collecting and gluing teeth to his face. makes for a good puppet 👍
voette (she/her)
voette's a mixture of bosmer n' breton, but she'll never use the magical abilities associated with either cause she's all about the brawns. minlin came to her to learn about combat when he was starting out in the open world past windhelm. she's very skilled, and very confident in her abilities, despite ridicule from others based on her height. while she's always been a fighter, she's currently a new recruit of the companions 👍she can be pretty headstrong and stubborn, and has a strong moral compass. she'd be in her mid to late 20's in mer years, idk id have to do math.....
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#again THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!!#im usually shy when it comes to sharing oc lore#i think the violent grip skyrim has on me is rattling me loose#just this once#oc: minlin#oc: jegg#oc: voette#skyrim#the elder scrolls#tesblr#meart#artists on tumblr#art#asks#izzietheopossum
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I’m not much of a cook, but I am an aficionado of food *gadgets.* What are some unique or semi-unique devices to each culture for their own cultural cuisines?
Optional: those Dwemer had so many devices, has anyone found anything confirmed to be for food prep?
What's a kitchen without a few doodads with very specific uses? While nobody is quite as advanced as the Dwemer (some scholars dispute the discovery of a soul gem-powered contraption that could be a head massager or an egg beater), here are a few kitchen gadgets that might make your cooking experience a little easier. Warning: magicka not included.
Altmer
From fish knives to snail forks, there is no end to the High Elf cutlery drawer. Of course, the one utensil nobody asked for yet we somehow got anyway is the kelp spiraler. Semi-dried sheets of kelp are inserted, and noodly kelp bits come out the other end. These noodle alternatives are nice enough, but kind of chewy and very specific to a small number of Altmeri dishes. Very niche.
Argonians
Coconut graters are essentially large boards with nails on them. It's that simple, but therefore a little dangerous, so watch out for your fingers! Grated coconut meat is used in all sorts of Argonian cooking, and is also pressed to make coconut milk.
Bosmer
Milk frothers are a very specific tool that the Bosmer love using to froth their milk and cream for drinks and soups. They are generally in the form of enchanted rods that simultaneously heat and bubble the milk, which is much easier than the old fashioned technique of blowing a straw into a heated cup of milk while whisking.
Bretons
There's something delightful in the simplicity of a cheese wire cutter, a tool popular among High Rock's delis, cheesemongers, and particularly cheese-enamoured homes. It's the perfect slicer for any type of cheese, both soft and hard.
Dunmer
Tea filter pots are definitely a Dunmer thing, and are used for distilling tea and tisanes while cooling them down to the perfect temperature for drinking or icing. Simply pop your tea into the upper chamber, add hot water, and wait for it to trickle down into the bottom pot.
Imperials
Speaking of cheese slicers, the Imperials have one of the most important kitchen tools in my opinion. The humble cheese planer is a handheld tool that slices firm cheeses into precise, thin slices. Made of metal, these slicers are mandatory when slicing off any block of cheese respectfully.
Khajiit
There's a rolling pin for every occasion in Elsweyr. Whether it's for imprinting dough with beautiful patterns or rolling it thin and perforated for crispbread, you can bet there's a specialised rolling pin out there for every baking need.
Nords
Everyone has heard of Chef Donolon's legendary enchanted mixing bowl, created in 2E. The famous Nord pastry chef attributed his legendary bakes to his magical bowl, and while it is possible to follow his recipes, they just don't have the oomph reported by patrons of the time. I refuse to discuss the success of a heist concerning said enchanted mixing bowl, and attribute my particularly excellent baking to time and skill.
Orcs
There's nothing quite like a mortar and pestle to smoosh, crush, and blend! Generally made from solid granite, the favoured Orcish kitchen tool is useful, versatile, and a must in every kitchen. From herbs and leaves to meat for patties, the humble mortar and pestle is the quintessential Orcish kitchen tool.
Redguards
Coffee kettles are a necessary part of Hammerfell life, and are said to have Dwemer origins. These ingenious little kettles prepare the perfect amount of coffee, of a high quality, every time. Simply fill one chamber with coffee grounds and the other with water, leave on the fire for a couple of minutes, and when it starts to whistle you have coffee! The resulting brew is always rich and flavourful, and never burnt or watery.
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Fools Prayer Pt3
Part 2 here
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*the tense stretching of fine silken threads and skittering of several chitinous legs belonging to hundreds of bodies*
“Traitor!!! TRAITOR!!!!”
???: Me?… a traitor?… *steps into view, a dunmer man dressed in a tight mash of morag tong and dark brotherhood apparel, gathered, acquired, and cut from his victims bodies to shape a dark yet tasteful outfit to mask his presence from the world* How funny. Such an accusation from your tongue… Mephala. *grins behind his chitin helm up at the daedric prince before him, strung up in her own web, being slowly ripped in two as her own daedric servants act against her whims under his command, and pull her limb by limb, drawing and quartering her by her own threads* to call me a traitor when my actions fall within your sphere. You should revere me, laud me for it, hold me aloft and beg me to be your champion in fact… how funny you call me a traitor. When you, and your fellow princes. Abandoned nerevar and I in the heart chamber of that accursed mountain… when you lead Vehk to believe your lies.
Mephala: *hisses down at him with terror present in the red of her eyes* I saw the truth of what you would become. I saw the truth of who you truely are, and I tried to lead him as my champion to stop you- *arches her back and bellows out a pained cry as her form begins to slowly split down the middle* t-to save my fellow princes from you- to save my people from you- t-to save- nerevar- from you-
???: *smiles slowly drawing the ebony blade from his back and walking to her as her form shrinks, and his grows* you made one grave mistake after the other. Daedra no matter what form are always, so very predictable that way, they never, plan, ahead. *presses the blade to her abdomen, it’s metal glowing and pulsating with the power he’d cut from azuras very soul* You thought Vehk, dear, sweet, naive, pathetic, vivec, to be heartless. *presses the blade a little harder breaking her skin as she’s ripped apart* You thought me, to have a heart. *slices into her drawing the blade up as her body splits the rest of the way exposing her heart as it’s rapid panicked pounding harmonises with her agonised screams* and you failed to consider. *raises his hands, summoning the tools of kagrenac to adorn him and his grasp as his helmet disappears allowing his long, dark hair to flow beyond his shoulders freely, and the red of his third eye to meet hers* That, Id. Be. Back.
*meanwhile*
Vivec: *quietly going about his usual route through the slums of blacklight, his body and face hidden behind his heavy garb. His spear disguised with a fishing net and basket slung over his shoulder. And his hours spent tending to those the world had forgotten. Feeding the starving, mending the hurt, and healing the sick with his ‘almost’ godly touch.* keep them as cool as you possibly can and the fever will fade as the medicine works. *smiles behind his mask as he hands a poorly infant back to his mother* but they should be alright now. You know where to find me otherwise.
Dunmer mother: thank you! Thank you Muthsera Nammu!! (highly honoured nameless one)
Vivec: *smiles nodding his head to her before fixing the babies swaddle* No more givinv your poor mother grief, Hla Molamer. (Little warrior) *quietly continues on his route, eventually leaving the slums and entering the more unsavoury parts of the shipyard leading out to the broken piers and docks of the harbour, planning on catching whatever he can to continue feeding his people* hm? *glances up along the boardwalk to see a ship bearing the sigils of house indoril and the temple crest, and on it, several ordinators bearing the armoured helms of the Hortators best, all of them flanking temple guards* … *turns and walks off quietly towards the ashen sands of the beach front, hoping to avoid them at any cost necessary*
*several hours later*
Vivec: *slings his now full basket over his shoulder, satisfied with his quarry for the day as the setting sun bathes the land in a swathe of red and gold* hm?… *slows his pace spotting a group of netch, all of them slowly floating about over the sands towards the many large eroded rocks and boulders covering the beach. His mind wandering back to his childhood before his family abandoned him. Blurred memories from just beyond the days he’d taken his first steps, to the day he was old enough to wield his first spear while his father held the net, his fathers face now lost to him and to time, a distant time long ago, when childhood innocence lead him to believe everything would be alright* … *sighs* I should have just stuck to being a netchiman than playing god- *looks down for just a brief moment to see where his footing would land… only to see several, heavy footprints not his own* … *immediately looks around cautiously as panic grips him, his gaze following the prints in the ashen sand all the way over to the large rock being inspected by the bull of the small netch herd. The increasingly, agitated bull* … *quietly kneels down and picks up a pebble, before pelting it hard at the leathery creatures back, immediately turning it hostile. Not towards him. But to the two heavily armed ordinators he’d been sniffing at*
The ordinators: *immediately leap out from behind the rock, blowing their cover and attacking the netch and his herd*
Vivec: *takes off past them without a moments hesitation seeing they’re distracted, only to be taken to the ground as another unseen figure in the form of a temple guard grabs his legs* Shit- *rolls over roughly taking the guard with him and managing to pull one leg free quickly enough to kick them hard in the head, just long enough to stun them so he can get free* I haven’t done anything!!! *jumps back a little too far for a humble fisherman to manage, and floating just a little too weightlessly for any ordinary mage to achieve. Thankfully managing to grab his now half empty basket as he leaps, leaving half of his hunt lost to his attackers as he flees from the beach and back to the slums of the city*
*several hours later*
Vivec: *exhausted after having to find his way back to his ‘home’ without encountering any of the ordinators and guards now patrolling seemingly every inch of the slums. Now serving the last of the needy his catch* I’m sorry there’s not much tonight. The tide wasn’t with me. *hands it to the poorly old Mer who so kindly pats his bandaged hand in thanks*
Old mer: you owe us no apologies. We’d all be lost without you young lad. *smiles and bows his head in thanks before shuffling from his doorway with the food*
Vivec: *smiles sadly as he leaves, knowing full well they were lost due to his failures and leniency with the temple to begin with* im glad to help anyway I can. *fixes his mask and stands picking up the pot and looking in it thinking he’s done for the night* looks like it’s bread again for me… *sighs and lights the lantern above his door as always, letting anyone know he’s there if they need him*
???: excuse me.
Vivec: I’m sorry I haven’t got any left, I have some bread though if- *turns and freezes seeing several ordinators and temple guards surrounding him and his hideaway* …
Ordinator: *steps forward slowly, cautiously, the lanterns glow revealing specks of ashen sand stuck to the blue of his cape as he produces a scroll from his bag and unfurls it* By order of the son of Boethia, Hortator and Gahmerdohn of all morrowind, Indoril Nerevar, and the signatures of the greater houses. You are hereby placed under arrest. Vivec.
Vivec: *tired eyes heavy behind his mask, knowing there’s no point in running, not even knowing if he has the energy to run anymore* … *sets the pot down and slowly sits on his knees as he pulls his hood back from his hair and removes his mask, revealing his face as he presents his wrists to be shackled* I understand… please show mercy to those I have served here… they did not know of my face or name. they have suffered enough already at my hand.
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Hiiii! I'm asking questions to all your ocs! So, for Elentari, Miraak, Solis and Vanna (super cool names btw!)
3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose this weapon?
5. how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?
15. how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?
28. how do they show they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?
✨ ask game! ✨
oh, thank you so much for the ask! I have a feeling this is going to get long... 😼💖
3: weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose this weapon?
Elentari is a mage, a master of Destruction and Restoration both; magic itself (as well as the Voice!) is her weapon of choice. fire magic, in particular! that said, she can often be found with the Staff of Magnus at her back, an ornate silver dagger in a sheath at her belt, and a second dagger strapped to her thigh beneath her robes—just in case.
Miraak, too, is a mage, one who tends towards storm magic and the thu'um. however, out of a desire to survive as an acolyte in the Merethic Era, he taught himself how to wield a sword, Firstblade, with as much deadliness as his spells. Apocrypha and Mora's influence tainted that sword, but as he'll soon find out, when Elentari brought him back to life, something in the magic she used turned the corrupted metal to bright, shining gold.
it's no surprise that Solis, as a Dunmer, leans towards fire magic. he holds a certain reverence for fire; after all, when he called upon the wrath of ancestors he no longer remembers to free himself from his thralldom, it was a storm of fierce flames that slayed his captors and let him escape. and what good would a cook be if they didn't have a favourite knife or two, too?
Vanna can wield magic, but she prefers a trusty sword—albeit an enchanted flaming sword, one she's named Sunflare. previously, it was an ordinary blade found at some point during her days of banditry, but Solis (again with skills he can't remember ever learning) enchanted it for her some time after they found Miraak's cult and tentatively grew to trust one another.
5. how do they particularly dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?
Elentari leans towards the 'aesthetics' end of the scale—ornate, flowing robes and fresh-picked flowers in her hair or an enchanted circlet when she's doing Dragonborn or Arch-Mage duties; beautiful gowns and delicate shoes when she's not. almost every single item is hand-embroidered.
there is some practicality in there, though! quite often, she'll enchant the thread she uses to make even an ordinary gown as resistant to a blade as a piece of armour, or to keep her warm in the cold (that Breton blood does her no favours)! her cloak, too, is heavy and trimmed with plush white fur to keep her as snug as possible.
Miraak is also more of an 'aesthetics' person; he might have been a peasant farmboy and then a servant of the dragon cult once, but these days, he enjoys luxurious fabrics, Ellie's embroidery, and those poet shirts with the flouncy sleeves where possible. like your stereotypical dragon, he loves a touch of gold: the new robes Ellie sews for him are a deep shade of purple accentuated with golden thread, and these, too, are enchanted.
as cultists, Solis and Vanna dress with practicality in mind, though you'll notice references to Miraak's initial outfit in the designs of their robes. dressing for aesthetics is a luxury Vanna—an orphan turned thief turned bandit turned cultist—has never been afforded. Solis, meanwhile... he doesn't remember, of course, but before he escaped his captors and took the name Solis for himself, he dressed in beautiful enchanted robes befitting the wizard's apprentice he was.
15. how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?
all of Elentari's family are dead. she, her little sister, and her parents were all murdered by Dark Brotherhood assassins at the behest of a bitter duke, and Mara could only bring her, the future Last Dragonborn, back to life. these days, she lives with Miraak and her white wolf, Isild, in an enchanted cottage by a waterfall in Riverwood. there's always a room for guests, too—most often her best friend, Lucien Flavius!
forsaken by his superstitious father at birth, Miraak had a small family growing up: just him and his mother, Eivor Ragnarsdottir, living at first in a remote village in Atmora and then on a small farm at Bromjunaar. that was, of course, until he was taken by the dragon cult...
before he was Solis, Solis lived with his father in Sadrith Mora, Vvardenfell. just over two hundred years ago, when he was very small, his mother had to leave her little family to sail east. she never returned. unable to remember any of this, he currently lives in Miraak's temple with Vanna and whatever draugr Ellie and Lucien didn't kill as they made their way inside for the first time.
Vanna's father was killed in the Great War against the Thalmor just prior to her birth, and her mother was murdered—again by the Thalmor—when she was very young. she spent her entire childhood in Honorhall Orphanage in Riften, and came to think of her fellow orphans as her siblings. when she turned to thievery, it was partially to support them; even after she grew too old to remain at the orphanage, she'd sneak back with a little gold or some supplies.
28. how do they show they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?
if Elentari cares about you, you'll know it: she'll do things for you, sew things for you, just try to look after you however she can. if you're open to it, she's there with a comforting touch, a kind word, or a cup of her favourite snowberry tea. contrarily, if she doesn't like someone, she's unfailingly polite: calm, composed, and ready with sharp-edged smiles devoid of all warmth.
Miraak is much the same as far as showing he cares, though he's also very verbally expressive. he's the sort to bring down the heavens themselves to protect someone who means a great deal to him, and... possibly bring down those same heavens to spite someone he feels deserves it. you'd certainly know if you were on his bad side—the bared, fanged teeth are a dead giveaway.
Solis is relatively unexpressive and rather quiet, a trait that lingers from his thralldom—and perhaps also his upbringing—but he becomes somewhat more so around the people he likes to the point you might realise there's a slight streak of mischief in him. he'll cook for you, too, and the polite thing to do in that case is to pretend you enjoy the fact that your tongue is on fire from the amount of spices he puts in the food. you'll probably be able to tell that he doesn't like you from the dagger he's unsheathed, or before that, from the fact that his ears keep flicking in irritation around you.
like the others, Vanna is very protective of those she cares about, and her temper is such that she's not afraid to let people know when she thinks little of them (possibly at swordpoint, as Frea of the Skaal discovered—cue what may well have been a mutual 'oh no, she's hot' moment). however, a person she likes will gradually get to see another side of her, and that's her warmth and bright sense of humour.
essentially, the i fear no fate gang (with the exception of Ellie, who's generally more diplomatic) are very much "who do you want dead? I can make them dead for you if you like" people...
#i was right—this DID get long! oops!#asks#ask game#oc: elentari#miraak#oc: solis#oc: vanna#i fear no fate (for you are my fate)
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The Kiss at the End
Fiction ft my dragonborn, Talos Stormshield, in which he builds a house. These parts begin before the events of TES: V and will weave throughout it.
Act 1, How to build a home in Skyrim.
Parts 1 & 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 4, Hearth
Without either of them noticing, three days became three weeks. Weather turned and the mornings grew colder. What few birch trees were scattered amongst the pines turned gold, then brown, then lost their colour entirely. Three weeks unfolded into three months. Autumn balanced on the cusp of true winter and Tal could scarcely imagine a day he didn't wake and greet the dunmer as they met on the way to the lake.
"I think the hearth will be set today," Tal said, breaking the easy silence as they trudged towards the larger house. The mortar had been defeated for a full week by the hard frosts, come early this year, but last night there had been no ice on the grass.
"Ever the optimist," Kato answered with a huff that Tal had come to learn meant the dunmer agreed. "You can light your first fire."
They kept pace easily with one another, an unspoken haste growing in their strides at the thought of a warm start to the morning. Work hadn't been slow, but neither had they hurried to beat the season's turn. Stepping the familiar track to his soon-to-be home, Tal had begun to wonder why. He always knew he would enjoy building a place to live with his own hands. He hadn't counted on sharing the work to be such a thing to savour.
And by now, Kato had plenty of arrows hand-made by the young nord to last him the year.
"I surely hope so," Tal mused with a gentle smile. "I want breakfast."
The two men reached the house with hours of the morning still ahead. Tal produced his key, a heavy iron thing with an elegant fishtail bow at its end- Kato's idea after they caught a fat salmon for supper the day before he fashioned it. It turned smoothly in the matching lock engraved with ripples like the lake beyond. He pushed open the door. Though the place was dark and cool, it smelled clean and dry. They had done good work.
Perhaps he shouldn't have thought their progress was leisurely when Tal could step forward into the hall and glance off to three other rooms, and stairs up to two more. Thatched roofing, wattle and daub walls, stained oak beams and a generous hearth made that first drawn plan on a borrowed piece of parchment feel like a very long time ago. Two years of earning gold, hauling timber and working alone had worn his hands and emptied his pockets, but now Tal stood in his own house where soon he'd put his own bed, and there was another small abode just across the stream to boot.
"Not too shabby," Kato said over his shoulder, leaning down a little so his voice could stay low and not jolt Tal from his thoughts. He seemed to read them easily. They both took stock, Kato's fingerprints as much on the place now as the blacksmith's. "Has the masonry set?"
Tal looked to the hearth and bent down to it, swallowing his held breath. He gripped the grey stonework that formed the rectangular hearth and gave it an experimental wiggle. It didn't budge.
"Any good, sera?" Kato almost whispered.
He tried another brick. Another spot. His knuckles turned white as he did his best to move the immovable and Tal's smile broke into a grin.
"It's good. It's very good."
"Then strike up a fire already." Kato clapped the blacksmith on the shoulder. "I'm starving."
It took no time at all to build a healthy flame in the bare hearth. Oak logs had been stored for months and venison, caught by Kato a moon ago, was hung and ready to eat. It all seemed to be falling into place, Tal thought, as he watched the lean meat sizzle in the skillet. Already the fire had chased the chill out of the hall. Soon they could bring furniture to the houses, odds and ends, and stock the larder full before winter made the markets sparse. And last of all, he could bring Kjarten out of the city to his new home. Tal smiled to think of the old man back in the wilderness where he longed to be.
He blinked as the toe of a boot knocked lightly against his knee. Tal looked up at the dunmer beside him, a little smirk curled around his tusks, too. Only Kato was looking down at him, not staring off into the distance.
"What?" Tal asked, taking the skillet off the hot coals before the meat could catch.
Kato was quiet. He often was, choosing his words and moments with care, but there was some weight to the silence Tal couldn't place. Some emotion in the dunmer's crimson eyes he didn't recognise. He'd never truly seen it before.
"I was thinking I might stay in Skyrim over winter," Kato said at last. He reached to idly scratch his cheek and chewed around a tusk. "I don't feel like travelling."
Tal quickly looked back to the skillet he held. His cheeks grew warm and not from the coals of the fire. Like he'd missed a step on a flight of stairs, his stomach swooped and his chest grew tight. Busying his hands, he fished the meat out of the pan and onto a smooth oak board to slice it. Kato cut slices of soft sourdough bread and between them they assembled unwieldy venison steak sandwiches. Just before Kato could take a bite, Tal bade him to wait. He'd almost forgotten the herb seasoning.
"You could stay here, if you want. Now the place is done. There's room." Tal made the offer halfway through their breakfast. He chose a moment when Kato's mouth was full and the dunmer couldn't answer right away, but thick brows rose.
He swiftly turned his own eyes down to his meal. He couldn't bear to look back up at the dunmer. If he said no, he didn't want to see that word pass Kato's lips.
"That's true. There's room." The dunmer was guarded.
Suddenly Tal's belly was too full of butterflies to take another bite.
"I'll take that one," Kato gestured and the motion drew Tal's gaze up to see where he was pointing. The room beneath the stairs, the smallest. "Shortest distance the larder. And that way, you can pass me by every time you insist on waking before dawn."
Kato said it so firmly, he could only have already gone through the words. He'd been thinking about it before now, surely. No wonder he'd spent so much time cramming up every possible gap in the daub walls of that room. The dunmer didn't want to sleep with a drought.
"Don't look too pleased about it," Kato chuckled dryly.
Tal had been smiling, brightly and without noticing at all. He wiped a few crumbs from his lip with the back of his hand and looked back to his sandwich. He didn't feel much like eating now; eager energy insisted he fold it up in cloth, save it for later and get to work right away. Tal did so, and Kato arched a brow.
"Where are you going?"
"To get the horses," Tal said hurriedly, though there was no need to hurry at all. "Maybe Skulvar will lend me a wagon from the stable to get everything down here today."
The warm look in Kato's eye returned. When Tal saw it, he didn't know whether to drink it in or shy away. He shuffled back and forth as he stowed his things. When he was packed, he stole an unabashed glance at Kato and found the man smiling.
"Are you coming?"
Kato sighed. He gave the sandwich a longing, heartsick look. "I suppose I am," he conceded, and packed his things away too.
"Men," he sighed as they left all but the necessaries behind. They'd be travelling light and hauling a lot. Kato clapped Tal on the shoulder and let his hand linger as Tal laughed. "Always in a rush."
"Mer," Tal countered, like he had a dozen times before, and broke into a jog out of the front door. "Just can't keep up!"
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What races do you play in elder scrolls? Do you have a specific favorite? Or does your race pick at the beginning of the game not matter all that much and you're just focused on speed running the intro?
I've only been playing for about two years (on Switch) and I'm getting the idea that I'm more dedicated to my characters than the mainstream players who quit playthroughs right and left!). I started as a male Khajiit (Balinor) because I just like cats and I thought they looked cool. Married Lydia because she was my first companion (after I got used to her RBF, I decided she was stunningly beautiful).
Built another male Khajiit character (J'zodar) once I learned proper Khajiit names and some of their lore.
I've made both Imperial and Nord versions of Miranja.
And I've built a female Dunmer character whose name evades me - Malysa? Malyna?) on the XBOX, which I hardly ever bust out.
I do eventually want to play all the races, but I'm not in a hurry. Definitely want to be Argonian so I can marry that sweet, sweet Scouts-Many-Marshes!
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Helgen and Ivarstead for the ask game :3
thank u for the ask my friend!! skyrim ask game
Helgen - Who was your first Skyrim character? Do you still make anything with them/play as them now?
i think my very first character ever was a Bosmer archer. i did not play them for long because i discovered Dunmer and i've never gotten over them lol. i don't still play as them, unfortunately the save file was lost on an old ps3 and i didn't care enough to remake them on my new one. i don't even remember what i named them, but i'm fairly sure they joined the Companions and married Farkas.
Ivarstead - How do you feel about the Greybeards and Paarthurnax?
Paarthurnax is cool as hell! i don't totally understand the people that wanna rail him and/or get railed by him, he's more of a bud to me, but i think he's chill and i never kill him. Greybeards i'm not the biggest fan of, but i do love the idea of living on a secluded mountaintop and having supplies brought to me every once in a while so i don't have to leave my house lol.
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Hey, I just wanted to say I absolutely LOVE your Elderly Elves designs! Lore friendly and with a lot of attention to detail, your Neloth especially is amazing, making him look more like he did in Morrowind! If you're at all open to ideas, would you maybe consider adding Erandur? I'm not sure how old he's supposed to be but I always thought he was in the elder category (I may be biased cause he's my Skyrim Dad, I love Erandur). Totally ok if you're not interested of course.
Also, you probably know this already but in case you haven't heard of it, there's a mod called Denizens of Morthal (dialogue expansion and character overhaul) which is being expanded into a Denizens of... series (Hjaalmarch next apparently according to the author), Nexus folks will probably assume your mod is related to those, knowing the Nexus crowd, so just a heads up (It's a cool name).
Anyhow, thank you for sharing your talent with us! Hope you'll have a great Sunday!
Thanks!
Ooogh yeah, been thinking about Erandur as he's very Dad to me as well. I also am considering giving him fancy Dunmer scars (being a priest and all, seems fitting and cool).
I did know about Denizens of Morthal (been on my 'to-play' list for years) but I wasn't aware that it was being expanded on so I may have to reconsider. I don't want the mod author to feel like I'm running away with their naming convention (denizens is not used nearly enough for how fun a word it is, sadly.)
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WIP Wednesday!
It’s probably Thursday for some of you already, but oh well. Tagging the usuals @throughtrialbyfire @skyrim-forever and @trickstarbrave sorry if y’all’ve already posted!
Here’s some more crossover fun with Afonya and Tilia! Beware some weirdness probably because a lot of this was written right before bed.
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“Luckily, my parents raised me to just… believe in myself. In my own value. No matter what.” The tiefling’s smile was genuine, but there was a question behind her eyes. She was trying to understand mine. After a pause, she continued, “I can’t imagine the effect it would have on me to be kicked out of my home of almost thirty years. Without that support, I mean.” Wow. Pointed.
I sighed. “Yeah. It’s not fun.” She nodded but kept silent, clearly fishing for more. “What do you want to know?” I was probably speaking to her like a child, but it was hard not to see Lucia in Tilia’s inquisitive stare and prying words.
She turned her head to think for a second, her facial scales catching the light. “What was your homeland like?”
I smiled. “Morrowind was beautiful. Maybe not if you were older and used to it pre-eruption, or lived somewhere green like this.” I paused to tear a flower out of the ground. “But it was beautiful. The ash covered everything, in this way that was always changing when the wind picked up. At night it was this beautiful dark gray color, but during the day you could see all the shades of brown and black and red coming from the mountain.” This was the point where Brelyna would usually cutely laugh at the wonder in my voice- it was smart of Tilia to start with this. “It wasn’t lifeless like some people try to pretend- unless you were in the deep ashlands, there was always some kind of mushroom or flower peeking its head out of the ground. And usually some form of bug bothering you, because it wouldn’t be Morrowind without one.” I swallowed a sound escaping my throat because I wasn’t sure if it was going to be a laugh or a sob.
Tilia gifted me with a sad smile. “It sounds nice.” I was well-versed enough in deception to know she was lying, but the thought was sweet. “When did you leave?”
“Not that long ago.” I paused to count the months, then had a sinking realization. “Nevermind. Three years ago. By Azura- Elia was only fifteen.”
Tilia drew in a sharp breath. “I’ve only been in the Gate for less than a year.” Her eyebrows furrowed, like she was trying to mentally make a timeline of our journeys. Eventually, she asked, “How do you get through everything, then? If you’re so unconfident in yourself? No offense.”
I paused to consider my answer. I thought about giving the usual I fake it, but decided to tell her the truth. I needed to be trusting with her, I could tell. “My family- my real family, that’s Elia, Brey, my kids. I still have trouble believing they love me unconditionally, but they help.” I was able to anticipate her next question, so I answered it too. “That first year though, and most of the second one, were pretty hard. I really think my faith in the gods was all that kept me together. Dunmer are very focused on change- creating it, adapting to it, taking advantage of it. And Azura feels your pain when you start to reflect your hatred inwards.” Tilia wouldn’t be able to notice, but I was quoting a common sermon from my father there. Those speeches were one of two things I learned from him- the other one being how to be a hypocrite. “You’re not religious, Tilia?”
She shook her head. “No. Never found one that worked for me. After seeing Aylin and Isobel, I wondered if I was being called to Selǔne, but…” She trailed off.
“Were you?”
“No. I think I was being called to muscular women, which… preach to the choir.” I lost my cool, at that, the urge to laugh fighting the urge to sigh and winning. The tiefling talked in a manner that almost gave the impression that she wasn’t fully aware of what was going on around her, similarly to Brelyna. She waited patiently for me to recover myself before asking, “What were we talking about?”
“Morrowind. When I left.”
“Right.” She paused to readjust her tail and run a hand through her hair. “How many times have you come back?”
I smiled. “Thank Azura, I’ve been able to return more times than I could count up to in Tamrielic.” She gave me a puzzled look. “My parents were stubborn and only spoke Dunmeri, so I’m missing some knowledge,” I explained. “But I’ve gone to Solstheim, the island that’s a lot less devastated, pretty often. Almost once a month for the past year. And then I went to Vvardenfell, the main island- not the mainland, which ks where I’m from- once. To get married to Brelyna, officially.”
She looked confused again. Or it was just her resting face. Hard to tell. “So when your sister came to Skyrim, you…”
I laughed. “We’re still pretty busy in civil war cleanup, so I hired someone from Raven Rock to escort her there.”
She looked somewhat upset at that, and opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but closed it and resorted to a nod.
“Something you take issue with?” I ventured.
“No. I guess not.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “No. Explain.”
“I shouldn’t be judging you for how you parent your sister. I’m an only child, I don’t- you know.” She had switched pretty quickly into an apology, which probably indicated that it was genuine.
I was tempted to point out the absurdity of the idea of me parenting Elia, but something behind Tilia drew my gaze. I stood up and drew my concentration to creating an Ebonyflesh spell in my left hand. Tilia followed my gaze, her white wings drawing out of her back as she turned her body. I extended my arm for her to pull herself up with. “We have company, Tilia.”
Tilia of Tragedy
[date in DnD system]
Afonya fought like Shadowheart. For the most part, she stayed back, whispering incantations that grew into bolts of what appeared to be both lightning and fire and ended their life cycle as explosions. She did occasionally become more reckless, though, like a few seconds ago, when she had taken a few steps closer to the bulette to breathe fire onto it. Which was something I was quite jealous of.
As for myself, I was currently hovering just out of the creature’s reach, attempting to reposition a Cloudkill to not place the elf directly in its poison. I guessed that I probably had about a minute before my wings gave out and the cloud disappeared, quite possibly at the same time.
And as for the bulette, it was probably having the worst day of its life. I’d only seen Afonya fight once before, and briefly, but these thirty seconds were confirmation enough of Astarion’s account of her formidability. It alternated swipes at the two of us, occasionally breaking out into confused screeches.
Unfortunately, I was probably too focused on analyzing Afonya’s style and not focused enough on evading attacks. She took a break (probably to recover magical energy, given what she’d told me about Tamriel’s magic), which the bulette took as an opportunity to leap into the air, throwing me off balance and landing closer to Afonya than I was comfortable with. Right then my wings decided to disappear on me, so I took an ungraceful tumble to the ground. From the dirt I eyed Afonya, who was less than a foot from the monster’s massive snout. Far too close for a mage as, for lack of a better word, squishy as she was.
I drew in an anxious breath as she seemed to freeze with fear, fully prepared to walk back to camp alone to get Shadowheart. However, as I watched, she started to glow green around the edges. Haven’t seen that before. Raising a hand up to the sky, or whatever functioned as sky in the Underdark, she started to cast what looked like a version of Call Lightning, but more… frantic. And centered on herself. Which seemed dangerous. I pulled myself up from the ground, mouthing a small ignis and shooting a bolt of fire from my fingertips into the bulette’s back. It roared and turned to face me, but took less than a step before Afonya yelled some more draconic words and it was dead on the ground.
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IRT the slavery jokes, and the tag about how bad it must have been years ago: I’ve been in the fandom for almost twenty years, and it honestly wasn’t too bad until Oblivion came out? The fandom shifted from quiet nerds to mainstream very quickly. Could be that I was insulated to some specific forums where the biggest drama was “stop asking us where the puzzle cube is” and one of the mods wanted to make dremoras and atronachs kiss, but I don’t remember much in the way of slavery jokes and offensive bullshit until Oblivion happened and attracted a bunch of randos, a lot of whom were edgy teens who started the whole thing. Worryingly, a lot of people also came in and played Morrowind out of curiosity, then walked away thinking the whole Dunmer xenophobia thing was “cool.”
HOMOPHOBIA, on the other hand, was a big deal even before Oblivion. Lots of people gnashing their teeth over Vivec being canonically bi and AlienSlof making mods that had assless chaps for men. It’s kind of funny that Voryn/Nerevar is the big ship nowadays because I can still remember all the dudes who felt personally threatened by mesh shirts for elves, and screaming “IM NOT GAY” while staring at the Nude Better Bodies option on GameSpy.
Yeah, I can see that happening (keep in mind I was like 6 when mw came out and I wasn't exactly Online), Oblivion promo was everywhere around when it came out and permeated everything for YEARS (at least around here, everyone had it, everyone was playing it, same with Skyrim, but I feel like Oblivion was a BIG big thing because the high fantasy sort of appeal, the lore wasn't prohibitive for new players, and it looked graphically ambitious for the time). I think the aughts were around when being a Gamer started being seen as a semi-cool/acceptable subculture, too, so I'm sure that emboldened a lot of those dickweeds because they felt like revolutionaries or something and circlejerked, including their shared bigotry (and then the skyrim nazi problem happened). Biiig gateways to get people into the older games.
But yeah, I remember constant homophobia and every other [minority]phobia was just a Fandom Problem in general regardless of series... at least the fragility of homophobic dudebros toward even the most basic shit like a male character being shirtless or had tight pants, or having long hair (or a female character having short hair, because they're afraid that's too gay for them) was funny and pathetic as hell when they weren't expressing a wish that people like me die or something. The fact that people still act like this makes me wonder how they survive.
I saw it in multiple places. I think it helps along with general social progress that social media is more than mostly just forums, old style blogs, webcomics, and dA so more lgbtq+ people can just be out there and not get flamed and harassed to the point of just leaving all available mainstream platforms for fans of something and sites are (usually) more proactive about preventing as much hate speech and the average person will shut down or ignore and simply report/block anyone trying to be bold with it.
Also yeah it's kind of funny it's so big suddenly? I think people just really like running with subtexts with fanbases in general these days instead of just sticking to staunch, outright and stated canon that's put directly in your face (which is kind of moot with dying on that latter hill for this series lmao) because people used to just fight you on that shit back in the day for any series, and going nuts and finally have the freedom to do so. New people coming in with their pre-established behavior and accepted norms from other fandoms helps as well I'm guessing. And judging by tags on my art, gay dudes just really like Voryn and see him as a projection character/he was a gay awakening for some of them? I think being on the gay trans website in an era that shipping is its own subculture within fandoms helps
#I don't doubt at least some people consume it as a gay fetishization thing but I have mostly just seen mlm or other lgbtq people into it#not without some questionable stuff though#asks#not art#homophobia mention#racism mention#Sorry if it feels like I'm explaining things too much I'm just telling u my observations#this is how my ass is hfjsk#long post
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Sotha sil for the character ask thing to complete the trio (Also your mortal!ayem fic sounds so cool! And would you mind sharing some of those Almalexia themed writing prompts? I love the way you characterise her and the whole tribunal)
plugging this first bc i'm planning to post the first new chapter in several years this week: gratuitous almalexia backstory fanfic. almalexia-themed writing prompts will be at the end but first let's discuss sotha sil
First impression
he was actually my favorite tribunal member at first when i was 18 and new to the fandom :')
Impression now
eso sotha sil isn't real. eso sotha sil isn't canon and eso sotha sil can[t hurt me
Favorite moment
the only canonical eso sotha sil moment i'll acknowledge which is the one where he got kicked out of almalexia's basement and had to move into a nearby cave
Idea for a story
if i ever finish rolecall (a fic about the tribunal post-nerevar's death and pre-ascension) i plan to write out the conversation sotha sil had with almalexia and vivec when he returned and revealed he'd learned how to use kagrenac's tools. which-- hang on this is actually an unpopular opinion let me move onto the next question
Unpopular opinion
most of the fandom seems to have this idea that sotha sil is somehow less guilty than almalexia and vivec in the betrayal of nerevar, when in reality i actually see him as MORE guilty. sotha sil was the only one who knew how to use the tools of kagrenac. almalexia and vivec may have murdered nerevar or agreed to break their oath but they never could have achieved godhood without sotha sil. so it seems like there's this weird belief that sotha sil is the only remorseful tribune or the only one not to blame, but-- he is the ONLY one of them who actually knew how to use the tools. he had the EXCLUSIVE power to make that happen. including almalexia and vivec was mere kindness on his part. the only canonical part of the betrayal we're certain of, the breaking of the oath, is entirely on him.
Favorite relationship
once again it has got to be the tribunal here. but specifically i'm obsessed with his relationship with almalexia-- the fact that they were apparently childhood friends, the fact that he was apparently scared of her, the fact that he remained so close to her throughout his entire life and godhood. i think they were very codependent; they both went through so much shit as mortals i think they just latched onto each other in a bad way, and sotha sil at least knew it would end with one of them dead at the other's hands.
also, fa-nuit-hen seems to have a crush on him? good for sotha sil with whatever hijinks precipitated THAT
Favorite headcanon
that he was disabled and had prosthetic legs as a mortal. in my mind his being disabled influenced both his interest in technology and his extreme desire to make things better for people. related; that his chief character flaw is that he cares too much about people and is driven by empathy to the point where it can overwhelm him and shut him down, hence his repeated chronic retreating from the world
free almalexia story ideas under the cut:
okay so here's just a random list of stuff i've been meaning to write about almalexia that i'll probably never get around to so consider it free game. in no particular order:
the story of almalexia's involvement in resurrecting wulfharth during the akaviri war, and whatever the hell her involvement was there
a conversation between almalexia and heita-meen negotiating the end to argonian slavery, and almalexia's subsequent personal involvement in making that happen
just. almalexia being a war-leader. almalexia showing up in battles to just destroy things. almalexia planning out wars. almalexia scaring the shit out of people who might cause trouble for the dunmer.
relatedly-- mortal almalexia serving as nerevar's general, offering her expertise on the nords to plan battles
the world could always use more nerevar/almalexia stuff ngl. big fan of fics where almalexia gets to scold nerevar for being stupid about something.
a fic about almalexia and nerevar just being like, way too comptitive over a chess game or something. to the point of probable violence
a fic about almalexia talking to nerevar's shrine/grave during the time of the nerevarine prophecy, while getting ready to try and murder his supposed reincarnation
and of course
the conversation in which almalexia kicked sotha sil out of her basement, forcing him to relocate to a nearby cave
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some of the characters I made in the Skyrim Nolvus Ascension mod
Auriela. altmer dual wielding spellblade. first character I realized I could modify with the new body slider. as such I gave her a Pixar mom body, obviously. and like giga tall. like her forehead touches the doorframe tall. like I have to sneak in order to fit thru some places tall lmao.
also I gave her glowing freckles
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this dude was made using the Sarpa - Beyond Skyrim: Argonia mod. for those that don't know, Argonians also have different subspecies like the Khajiit. bird-like Argonians are called Sarpa (they're an ESO creation, they never existed before that). I think this is a fan interpretation of how they'd look like and I think it's super cool.
His name is Steals-Your-Spoons. fore roleplay purposes I am obligated to steal any spoon I come across. I won't be actively looking for them but I will have a drawer in one of my player homes that's just crammed with spoons because this name decided to come to me while showering lol. in combat, he's gonna be a frontline archer that uses summons and followers to tank instead of being a stealth archer because we've all played that style to death. this mod actually added an acrobatic archer playstyle that's really cool. you know that backflip scatter arrow move you can do in Dragon Age: Inquisition? yea that's possible here with this mod
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Kanaheda the bosmer. initially I planned on making her a stealth mage since the mod's new perk system allows for a stealth mage playstyle by giving magic attacks sneak damage......but then while messing with the CC I realized I could give her glowing body tattoos and then the plan changed. she's now a naked brawler. she literally just runs in there shrieking beating people into paste with her fists. cuz I wanna see the tats lol. this is supported cuz this mod brings back the Unarmored skill from Morrowind and the Hand-to-Hand skill from Daggerfall/Morrowind/Oblivion.
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Titania the breton. based her on my favorite paladin from the Fire Emblem series: Titania from Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn
while in the overworld, I'll ride around on the horse and swing my axe around to replicate the FE cavalier playstyle. obv in dungeons and stuff I'll have to stick to being on foot but that's fine cuz I love the new battleaxe animations in this mod. very meaty
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Zenandrayda the dunmer. initially made her to be the stealth archer but since the new combat mechanics are more similar to Elden Ring I just decided to be a weapon + shield knight sort of character with her. 100% because I found this purple shield lmao. she also sprinkles in some illusion magic before fights.
oh and this mod adds bladestaffs to the game. they literally have the same moveset as staves do in Dragon Age 2/Inquisition
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Zen-Ma will be a pure mage most likely. her armor is the Ancient Argonian Armor made by 4thUnknown. I fell in love with this armor the moment I saw it. massive Twilight Princess Fused Shadow vibes + I love that Argonians get some love cuz they're probably my favorite race in the series
it doesn't come across in screenshots but the lights glow in and out (just like the Fused Shadow lol)
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Zenaida the redguard. might go back in the CC and change her body tattoos. the armor below is 4thUnknown's Mythic Dawn Armor.
I also made 2 Khajiit, a male Bosmer, and an Imperial lady but I don't have any screenshots of them. the character creator is insane so I'm probably gonna make like 20 more characters. the CC even has a sculptor feature so if you have the patience you can literally mold your character however you want.
#I highly recommend getting Nolvus Ascension if your rig is from like 2018+#my parts were good yet affordable back in 2019 and it runs smoothly#granted I have to use the Redux version not the Ultra version but that's fine it still looks way better than vanilla#Youtube
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