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thana-topsy · 3 months
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Nooo don’t tell Neloth about guns, the thought of him with a gun is too cursed
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terendelev · 1 year
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Skyrim I textposts p.2
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soultrappedstjiub · 1 year
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rosette-dragonborn · 7 months
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Mushroom smack.
Excuse me, this makes me laugh way more than it should.
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renthari-from-telvanni · 10 months
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Tel Mithryn during dragonborn's search for a new steward:
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skyrim-forever · 9 months
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it's just me and my special skyrim guy against the world
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ask-neloth · 3 months
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Greetings, Magister Neloth!
It is no mystery that your stay on the isle of Solstheim, besides the notional study of heartstones, also includes research of the daedric grimoires known as Black Books. While the effects of these dangerous artifacts are relatively well-known, your own relationship with them is not.
Would you care to elaborate on your history with these Black Books and their creator? Did they become a research subject by happenstance or is there a more personal investment involved?
Your question is incredibly forward, but I shall humor it within reason.
Hermaeus Mora is neither considered one of the Good Daedra nor part of the House of Troubles. As an entity, he is neutral in most dealings, with relatively well-defined rules of engagement, motives, and boundaries. It is rare that one strolls into Apocrypha unwittingly. Anyone who considers themself a scholar knows well what to expect and what is expected of them when dealing with Hermaeus Mora. That being said, I was quite young when first introduced to the endless libraries.
Given a mere glimpse into the fathomless depths of Apocrypha, I was left bedridden for weeks as my family’s best healers attempted to repair my fractured mind. I made a full recovery (despite what some might claim), and for a time I devoted myself to regaining entry to Apocrypha while also retaining my sanity. It took much trial and error, combining the schools of Restoration and Mysticism in ways never before attempted. Now mind you, this was in the late second era, when travel between Nirn and the realms of Oblivion was both deeply frowned upon and strangely accessible, if one knew where to look.
After several years of training my mind and strengthening my Will, I was able to locate a functional portal on the Telvanni peninsula. And thus, the infinite knowledge of Apocrypha stretched before me.
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Of course, no mortal enters Mora’s realm without drawing the attention of the Great Eye, and he naturally chose to address me personally after I’d managed to pass as a visitor on multiple occasions. He offered me a contract, which I did not immediately accept, but gave great consideration. A contract with any Daedra is not something to be taken lightly, though in my upbringing it is considered far less taboo than in other parts of Tamriel. With the attainment of great power there must also be an equal sacrifice. In the end, I presented a counter-contract, and we reached an agreement. I was given access to Apocrypha in exchange for my conditional servitude. 
What does ‘servitude’ under Hermaus Mora look like, you might ask? You must fashion yourself to be an eternal Apprentice of arcane study, and he is your ever-watchful Master. There is no knowledge you possess that Mora does not also have access to. In a sense, you are sharing your mind with a God. 
As for the Black Books, my mind is protected from the madness that these artifacts can induce so long as I remain faithful to our agreement. Each Book is an entry point into Apocrypha without having to physically leave Nirn. As to the conditions of my contract, I shall be keeping those to myself. And upon the expiration of my mortal body, I have a promised place in Apocrypha, where I shall continue the Work into eternity and beyond. I can imagine no better fate for myself.
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shapelytimber · 1 year
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No thoughts, only evil wizards
I have been playing morrowind for the first time these past few weeks, and it's so good omg- I haven't finished it yet (no spoilers please :) ), but I loved the Telvanni faction !
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First Aryon because how could I not ? He is a bit bland, but idk I love him.
And of course Neloth, his vain ass asking me to go kill someone because she had the same dress ? Iconic. Go off you problematic king.
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line and sketch :)
PS : I soon will be able to continue my tes tarot deck project ;)
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artofgerald · 1 year
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thedisc0panda · 10 months
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Teldryn Sero, leader of the Talvas protection squad
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vidvana · 2 years
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Even master Telvanni wizards need tea breaks.
I suppose the tea time is the only time when master Neloth can be sunny.
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Yes, yet another wizard on a chair/armchair. I'm afraid that I have a new fetish.
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thana-topsy · 3 months
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What if Teldryn/Talvas/Insert whomever bought Neloth a bloody birthday cake to surprise him, but there were so many candles it became a fucking bonfire
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maxs-hot-takes · 8 months
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I present: a collection of my TES PonyTown skins
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Which ones should I do next???
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drgarrisonandpaul · 1 month
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Once upon a time, I had a weird crush on a bunch of the old men in Skyrim and never knew why, the end
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ask-neloth · 3 months
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So... why did you decide to kidnap that Redoran councilor's daughter? And how do the folks in Raven Rock feel about that these days? Is that still a tactic you like to employ?
House Redoran is an easily-exploitable House due to a very obvious, very recognizable weakness: their so-called honor. I’m sure many liked to imagine something salacious when they heard the phrase ‘kidnapped daughters’, but the young women were little more than pawns in a game much bigger than they could ever hope to be. Think of them less as people and more as bargaining chips, if you will. No harm befell them so long as their families agreed to the stipulations I set. It was all very simple, really. 
If the citizens of Raven Rock ‘feel’ a certain way about my past tactics, they haven’t made it known to me, nor do I care about their opinions. These events happened long before a good many of them were even born.
As for using the same tactic today on Solstheim—nearly impossible and functionally useless. House Redoran has shrunk to less than a quarter of the size it used to be. The Redoran Council has a choke-hold on Raven Rock, and I believe taking their daughters (or sons) as means for political negotiation would be the equivalent of… oh, what’s the turn of phrase? ‘Shitting where you eat.’ 
My connections to Raven Rock are tenuous and I do not care to stretch them any thinner than absolutely necessary. It is the only port on this damnable island, as well as a hub for trade and commerce. It would not be in my best interest to resort to extortion. My current steward, Verona, acts as my Mouth when traveling to Raven Rock for supplies. Fortunately for all involved, she is charismatic and agreeable. And thus our relationship to House Redoran remains peaceable. I do not bother them; they do not bother me.
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skyrim-forever · 3 months
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back on my Neloth brainrot
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