#skyrim empire

[reyneluvirith]

Languages of the Mede Empire, 4E197

The languages of the Mede Empire (Cyrodiil, Skyrim, and High Rock) as described in my language-focused apocrypha, Languages of Tamriel, which fleshes out the linguistic situation of Tamriel in the Fourth Era.

>> Direct link to the map <<

Thought it would be cool to see all three of my Cyrodiil, Skyrim, and High Rock language maps combined into one!! Probably won't be able to do any more than these three combined, since I'm already running out of distinctive colors for these languages, but I might make some larger Tamriel-wide ones with language families as a whole.

#the elder scrolls #tes #elder scrolls #elder scrolls lore #maps #fantasy maps #language maps #cyrodiil #skyrim #high rock #morrowind's status in the Empire is kind of ambiguous? but i'm leaving it out since it seems de facto independent #miiiight be able to squeeze Hammerfell into another combined map #we'll see

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

I'm placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder, and . . . I don't know . . . .possibly littering.

Commander Maro, to the Listener, probably

#oof #commander maro #penitus oculatus #oc: artanis felagund #listener #dark brotherhood #to kill an empire #hail sithis #solitude #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: skulduggery pleasant

[bythevay]

Skyrim Legionaire

#art #artist #artwork #digital art #drawing #fanart #drawings #skyrim #the elder scrolls skyrim #elder scrolls #the elder scrolls #legionaire #roman #roman empire #gladius

[stellarsightz]

Dear Sithis,

Is it gay to let your boss put lipstick on you. Time sensitive pls answer. Thanks. Yours faithfully, Cicero.

#very loosey goosey sketch sorry 'bout that #pluto stop sexyfying that old man challenge failed #also eughh i know growing your nails out wouldn't work very well for an assassin but. a girl can dream ok #something something he's a werewolf so they grow fast etc etc. or lyn is just fancy like that what do you know #tried drawing cicero w an aquiline nose bc he's from fantasy flavoured roman empire but im not sure if its very noticeable lol #oh well. practice makes perfect #wip #sketch #cicero skyrim #stellar.artz

[noxcorvid]

think I’m almost done deciding when serana gets bank chuted w her elder scroll, sometime between 1E 2331 and 1E 2703, the end and beginning times of the alessian and reman empires, bc the main hangup in figuring out when that happens is her line of “cyrodiil’s the seat of an empire?” when you wake her up. I decided against it happening during the interregnum in the 2E, bc while Cyrodiil doesn’t have a solid cohesive empire at that time, it still was kkkkkkkind of an empire? it was nominally an empire (the empire of Cyrodiil) so I decided against it, and then that segways right into Tiber septim septiming all over the place into the 3rd era, so 1E it is. Considered before the Alessian Empire, but that began 1E 243 and for the sake of keeping the story relatively cohesive (for perspective, the Dwemer getting thanos snapped and chimer->dunmer happened around 1E 700, and the yokudans began sailing en masse for Tamriel in 1E 792), and I initially didn’t want serana to be so violently out of the loop... I was gonna save that level of dissonance for a potential miraak doesn’t die in apocrypha arc but the ideas been growing on me. Like a fungus. ALSO, re: language: I don’t care what the official lore (or at least uesp) says there’s no way all of tamriel was using high elvish for legal documents continent-wide, serana would speak primarily old Nordic either way, but at least with the Alessian empire having already happened it makes sense if she at least spoke a little bit of old cyrodilic ……… but also very early 1E serana so. Hm.

#Skyrim #tes #serana #other things to consider: valerica tended her garden for centuries without there being a Cyrodiil empire #dragons weren’t so uncommon yet #the architecture of the Volkihar castle feels very… Breton in aesthetic #and I know this is bc Bethesda was probably going for a very generic spooky vampire castle design #but I like to think w the timeline its given enough time for the Bretons to expand out #bc the castles like. right on the border there #and I like the idea of it being originally built or commissioned to be built by Bretons #and before the alessian empire feels too short a period #like too close to when the direnni ruled and held the power #the Breton would be too busy figuring out their own shit to make a big fancy castle for the nords over there #so yah.

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

Ulfric Stormcloak: You know what I think the problem is? I need to show people I need to be High King.

Eryn: You don't.

Ulfric Stormcloak: They probably see a man like me and think "well he's got it all!"

Eryn: They don't.

Ulfric Stormcloak: I know it's mostly just a title, but I don't ask for much.

Eryn: You do.

Ulfric Stormcloak: And that idea is the one thing that makes me feel happy.

Eryn: You aren't.

Ulfric Stormcloak: I don't understand what I'm doing wrong. I feel like I really vibe with everyone in Skyrim.

Eryn: You don't.

Ulfric Stormcloak: I mean, I'm one of the best men in Skyrim, if I went missing there would be a panic.

Eryn: There wouldn't.

Ulfric Stormcloak: Because I'm a nice person,

Eryn: You're not.

Ulfric Stormcloak: I'm the Jarl of Windhelm,

Eryn: So?

Ulfric Stormcloak: And I can't think of one reason why I shouldn't be High King!

Eryn: I can.

Ulfric Stormcloak: Well, thank you for listening, Eryn.

Eryn: I had no choice.

#skyrim #incorrect quotes #Ulfric Stormcloak #eryn #source: ...for dignity purposes imma say tiktok #bc i refuse to admit to watching a family guy clips and laughing at it #the absolute funniest part of this is if anyone else (save for galmar) #spoke like this to ulfric she'd still defend him #but keep in mind shes not a stormcloak because she thinks ulfric would make a good king #(though she does recognize that he is the RIGHTFUL high king after winning the duel with torygg) #shes a stormcloak because she believes in skyrim and doesnt believe in the empire #and generally as ulfrics thane and 'good friend' she has to sit there and listen to him #much to her deep annoyance #but! but. #ulfric genuinely appreciates her plain speaking even if he doesnt acknowledge it. #and she does respect him and like him to some degree #she just also has a dosage limit on his presence

[jennyo-thewoods]

1.) I have ONE Stone of Barenziah left and I can’t figure out which one it is. 😭🤬

2.) I have Marcurio with me, we were checking Black Briar Lodge, and every time I tried to interact with him all he would say is “You’re not supposed to be in here,” with a snarl-y attitude. If I left the house it was fine, but if I went back in he would go back to that.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” Buddy WE’RE not supposed to be in here. YOU’RE with ME.

#Skyrim #Marcurio #TES #The Elder Scrolls #TESV #video games #sentinel speaks #sentinels Skyrim adventures #mine #I’ve made a list of stone locations and I’m still struggling #I’m also missing one of Delvin’s trinkets #I think it’s the east empire company’s map #which I just…do not want to get

[simon-newman]

"It is a part of Dragons's nature. The urge to conquer and dominate."

-I say as I launch the Age of Empires

#Random #Shitpost #Dragons #Skyrim #Age of Empires #Video Games

[creeperthescamp]

for as big as the oblivion crisis was, it's super weird that Skyrim doesn't even touch it beyond a few dialogue mentions :/ like it was a pretty fuckin violent tamriel-wide event, it's gotta have some more far reaching consequences over generations of people than just 'well that's the end of the third era'

having just finished the oblivion main quest, npcs talk of celebrating dagons defeat with new songs and broken oblivion gates dot the landscape. martins dragon statue serves as a somber reminder of all the friends you had that are now dead

in skyrim where are those songs? the oblivion gates? the graves? martin? the written and oral histories of the crisis itself and the aftermath? for a province known for its bardic traditions there's nothing about any historical events newer than 'ancient as shit' and it's really quite disappointing playing oblivion and knowing that none of it actually matters

i could understand bethesda wanting to distance themselves from the cheerful tone and style of oblivion in order to be able to appeal to GoT fans and in line with the popular gritty and '''''realistic''''' style of early 2010s media, but like. honestly. marketing is stupid af and not sticking with the Basic Lore of Literally The Previous Game's Main Quest really shows a lack of imagination and backbone on the writer's part. Like you want gritty and dark? There's an apocalyptic event right there and you could write about how people have been dealing with it!

man don't even get me started on the whole 'mages guild broke up cos people thought they were involved with the oblivion crisis' thing. common oblivion npcs literally talk about mythic dawn and knew what was going on. fucking come on man

och just a painful reminder that these games could be so good if they were actually like. good

#martin posts #tes #skyrim #tes oblivion #it just. makes no sense!! who the hell wrote and greenlit this shit? #also i really appreciated the attempts in beyond skyrim: bruma to bridge the gap between skyrim and oblivion!! #iirc theres a scene that plays out of thalmor agents questioning the bruma chapel guys over their decision to name the chapel after martin #the thalmor are like 'well ur trying to worship a mortal man as a god and that goes against the spirit of our agreement with the empire' #and the other guys are like 'but you never specified anything about st martin. hes not a divine and you cant punish us over a vague notion #of not being in the spirit of talos bans' and i was like fuck yes!!! i love seeing consequences!!!!

[philtothehill]

Ayye

here's sum stuff.

Big project coming for my babygirl ❤️

#general tullius #skyrim #art #traditional drawing #fanart #doodle #Hot old fart in your area #Probs have done lots of war crime ❤️ #Yea #LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE

[two-bit-socrates]

I think the reason the empire lost the great war thirty years ago was because most of the Thalmor were marked as essential.

#skyrim #the elder scrolls: skyrim #the elder scrolls #dragonborn #last dragonborn #tes #thalmor #there's nothing I found in game to suggest they're gifted in strategy and warfare #they're biggest advantage over the empire is they make use of magic #which as far as storytelling goes makes a good highlight of how debilitating it can be to be hostile to magic

[atypicalacademic]

WIP Whenever

@dirty-bosmer and @memaidraws thank you so much for the tag (Also tagging right back at you). My longfic is giving me hell so I'm chipping away at that Babette fic I've been meaning to finish. Tagging @ollifree @dumpsterhipster @cumbiazevran @aria-i-adagio if you'd like to come along.

There was a garden patch tugging at the edge of her memory, brushing her bare calves, dirt clinging to the edge of her skirt. Time paused there, behind her eyelids, in the burning-bright flash of sunlight searing her skin, time paused there, throwing up the bright red of rosebuds. So many lives sent to Sithis that she could never tell one from another. But a springtime kill came with a jumble of confused memories, her own tepid innocence reflected in frightened eyes. Her penitence had lived for far, far too long, and she’d drained it since of it’s lifeblood too. But for what it’s worth, she’d tell Babette, young Babette with her blue eyes and her love for apple-pie and flowers, to follow home the lanterns. For your own sake, little fool, she’d tell her, don’t stay out there, alone in the dark.  No matter how sweet the voice that beckoned from beyond the roses.  No matter how dreary it was, the towering stone walls of Papa’s estate, the loneliness leaving her flapping her clipped, caged wings.  No matter how very much like love a vampire’s hunger looked.  Turn around, she’d tell that finite, fragile thing. Go home. Nothing kind-hearted comes calling this long after sunset.  “So,” Astrid asked her. “How did it go?” Babette put away her knife, tidied her skirt, and mimicked the last rodent she’d sunk her fangs into. “Mind your step, sweetheart, what a lovely smile you have. I’ll show you home, don’t you worry.” Easy as pie. “The same bluff for three hundred years. You’d think they’d stop falling for it.”  “You’re a treasure, my dear.”  She smiled. Prey, all of them. Drunk on daylight, stumbling heart-first into knives. Or don’t, Babette. She thought. Or don’t go home. Walk all the way to the voice, and don’t let anyone turn you back.  Only this garden, kindly bereft of roses, was honest in its poison.

#skyrim #babette #dark brotherhood #wip #who knew that babette was the cure to my dreadful writers block #she is as the kids say my roman empire

[ehlnofay]

19! :)

19: sea change

In the last few days of the year 200, Torr kills the Emperor. In early 201, a war breaks out.

It’s not wholly unexpected, at least not by those who know where to look. The Emperor’s death is no small blow to Solitude, the city that sent him off on a voyage he would only exit under a pall; especially considering that the guard had patted itself on the back for successfully foiling an assassination attempt right before his ship left, only for his throat to be slit under their noses, anyway. The head of Skyrim’s Penitus Oculatus appears to have vanished. No-one reports seeing anyone out of place on the boat until they started stumbling over the bodies. The Empire mourns through all the official avenues as the heir prepares for succession; Solitude’s government is busy trying desperately to smooth it over, putting out excessive bounties on the assassin that failed and scraping up intel on the one who succeeded. Not that there’s anything much to find – it’s a locked-room murder, and every logical suspect has an alibi that holds up to interrogation. There are no leads to follow.

And Windhelm is a powder keg.

It always has been, ever since the Great War, as long as Torr or any of his kids have been alive. Short-fused and disillusioned, crowds moving hot as blood through its winding stone streets, it’s always been something tough, hard-throated, splintered into careful lined sections. Torr walks whatever lines he wants, but not everyone has the energy to straddle them; not everyone can.  The upper city is all harsh-cut stone and ice, the bricks ancient, the crowds in a hurry, even though none of them seem to know where they’re going; the Grey Quarter is where the snow runs when it turns to slush and the walls are stuffed with rags. The planks keep snapping with dry rot, sharp and gaping as broken teeth. They need to be filled to keep the cold out. The Cornerclub keeps the fire roaring. Talres goes there to work most days and doesn’t come back up to the house until the streets are empty. No-one knows it’s going to happen, not exactly, but there's no way anyone couldn't know. There are a lot of people who have been waiting on an opening, and all eyes are pointed elsewhere.

With little fanfare, the Jarl and his entourage leave Windhelm.

The city stops being a fuse and starts being the wreckage after it’s blown. Torr is told that there’s a span of a few weeks where Talres stops leaving the house completely. Katla gets arrested again and weasels out of it on her own. The ill-drawn posters of something approaching Torr’s face stuck up over the walls of Solitude are covered up with announcements and calls to join the Legion. Windhelm floods with bodies ready for the rebellion. Aventus’ house is already crowded; in a few months, Torr hears, it’s nigh impossible to walk in for the bedrolls and blankets spread over the floor. The city has never been a warm place in any sense of the word; Torr’s siblings are inundated with more kids and more kids with nowhere else to go. They don’t know if Solitude is much better; they look different now than they did on the night of the assassination that wasn’t and then was, hair cropped shorter and uneven, face gaunter, the weight they’d managed to gain over their comfortable months in Falkreath sloughing off them like a spider’s old skin, but even so it’s a bit much to step foot in there so soon, some of the bounty posters still mouldering on their posts. One of the kids says something about needing a whole other house. They’ve only got the one. Still, it makes Torr think.

(Skyrim has one orphanage, a little wooden hall down on the banks of Riften’s canals. And now there is a cursed house in Windhelm.)

Torr doesn’t go to Solitude. They only occasionally go to Windhelm. When they’re not on business, they stay on the outskirts of Danstrar; the Pale, all frozen winds and snow high enough to ice a horse’s knees, is an unappetising enough target that aside from an announcement of alliance with Windhelm’s Stormcloaks the war has not truly reached them yet. Which is ironic, considering.

(If prompted, Torr probably could have seen this coming – Torr, who spent years with his finger on Windhelm’s pulse, moving through the people and hearing endless talk about the government. It was going to happen sooner or later. And of course the Empire reeling from the assassination of its Emperor – the first since around the time of the Oblivion Crisis, which no-one is anxious to repeat, and the reminder of which put plenty of important people quite on edge – is enough of an opportunity to weigh heavily in sooner’s favour. If he’d thought about it with his blade set beneath the hairs of the old man’s beard, he would have known he was setting a war in motion. What Torr doesn’t know is if he would have cared.)

(Probably not. He still doesn’t, after all. Not enough to regret anything.)

Dead winter bleeds into spring; a little ice melts, and the sea begins to change. Torr’s shoulder aches when the weather is bad. There are clashes on the roads, outside cities, described in newspapers and word of mouth. Cyrodiil ships off heaps of soldiers to spill into Solitude’s ports. The house in Windhelm is overrun. But the nightshade kept in the temperate corner that Babette has transformed into a garden begins to bloom months early. The tides still come in and out.

The old Emperor is dead. Skyrim is tearing itself apart. Torr cleans his knife after use with a soap that smells like lavender and tries very hard to dredge up any guilt.

#don't know if this makes any sense at all! but here you go #I think I've mentioned before how in my timeline the emperor's murder precedes the civil war #it's so. nothing. in-game in a way that doesn't make sense #so having it be a weak moment for the empire that ulfric takes as an opportunity to kickstart his rebellion felt more coherent #which means that in a roundabout fashion torr is responsible for the civil war. oops #so here is an unedited ramble about their feelings on That. #or the lack thereof as the case may be #(the war would have happened anyway eventually. torr is just the reason that it happened Now) #anyway #oc tag #torr #the elder scrolls #tesblr #skyrim #tes #fay writes #my writing

[paletteoforder]

This blog isn't dead yet. Have I told you I'm also an avid The Elder Scrolls fan?

This is an armour design I made for a character of mine, who's a general in the Imperial Legion as well as a Knight of the Imperial Dragon in 4E 201.

I learned greatly about Byzantine armours and even weapons while drawing this.

#the elder scrolls #oc #oc art #elder scrolls #tes fanart #skyrim #empire #imperial #imperial dragon

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Marcurio: *riffling through his bag for a magicka potion*

Aurora Orianus: You should've brought the Septim Empire.

Marcurio: It wouldn't fit in my bag.

Marcurio: Maybe we can get a little Septim Empire?

#look we originally said roman empire and this is where we are #msrcurio #oc: aurora orianus #last dragonborn #dovahkiin #marcora #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: me

[wellthebardsdead]

Taliesin: Ah, Solitude, the closest thing to proper civilisation in all of skyrim… if you count the imperial city as civilised.

Lucien: Excuse me?!

Taliesin: You’re excu-

Flynt: *tugs on taliesins robes and hands him a large bag of coin*

Taliesin: oh? You want me to get supplies? What are you short on? Crossbow bolts? Food? Repairs for the te-

Flynt: *shakes his head and holds out the now warn edges of taliesins robe* bee.

Taliesin: you… want me to get new clothes?

Flynt: *nods* I, keep, *points to the coin* for you.

Taliesin: you… saved money to get me clothes.

Flynt: *nods*

Taliesin: … *looks at the coin then down at flynt, the bosmer in truth having few items of value to his name that he doesn’t share with his friends and children, basically only his armour and weaponry to his name* … *takes his hand* Well I’m getting you an outfit too then! I’m sick of seeing you in armour!

#flynt dragonborn #bosmer dragonborn #skyrim taliesin #because solitude is heavily reminiscent of the empire