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Morrowind: Redoran Watchman

Along the rock-strewn roads Of Western Gash Through tracts of ash And streams of molten stone With pikes on guard They ride toward Blight-kissed Falasmaryon

P.S: The full set of armour of the Redoran Watch is featured in "Tamriel Rebuilt".

P.P.S: Digital painting. Made in Krita (5.1.5). Feel free to repost, re-upload etc.

#tes iii morrowind #dunmer

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Favorite Daedric Prince?

M'aiq does not have a favorite

#tes iv oblivion #sheogorath #m'aiq the liar

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Random Skyrim screenshots.

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we talk a lot about the fact that you can't marry Brynjolf but we don't talk enough about the fact we were robbed up an assassin romance with Nazir

him being your primary contact in the brotherhood, the bond after the fall of the Falkreath sanctuary plus his smooth voice and his wit, just <3

#tes v skyrim #dark brotherhood #nazir

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best part of drinking a monstered energy is absorbing the dragon shout from the front of the can

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my girlfriend (real)

#tes v skyrim #serana #dawnguard dlc

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Fall of The Snow Prince “Finna, daughter of Jofrior, a lass of only twelve years and squire to her mother, watched as the Snow Prince cut down her only parent. In her rage and sorrow, Finna picked up Jofrior’s sword and threw it savagely at her mother’s killer. When the Elf’s gleaming spear stopped its deadly dance, the battlefield fell silent, and all eyes turned to the Snow Prince. No one that day was more surprised than the Elf himself at the sight that greeted them all. For upon his great steed the Snow Prince still sat, the sword of Jofrior buried deeply in his breast. And then, he fell, from his horse, from the battle, from life. The Snow Prince lay dead, slain by a child.“

#tes v skyrim #falmer

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„ I am a hunter. I am a redeemer. I am Jiub.

The tale of my rise to glory begins in the ash wastes of Morrowind... ”

— Saint Jiub's Opus

#tes iii morrowind #saint jiub #cliff racers

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I've always wanted to do a "Pieta"-esque piece, and figured my Skyrim OCs would be a good vehicle to do it! Scene takes place shortly after the final Alduin fight, at the throat of the world: Vakna (dragonborn) doing her best to keep her Falmer lover, Sivasei conscious while imploring Odahviing to take them back to Whiterun.

#tes v skyrim #the last dragonborn

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12.17.23 - you are ysmir now, the dragon of the north; hearken to it

#tes v skyrim #the last dragonborn #khajiit

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nerevarine, you have been a good and faithful servant to me, and i believe now that you are the child of prophecy. my nerevar, returned to me at last! your goddess has another task for you. please go stand on the giant red X i have painted on the temple floor. do this and i will be very pleased with you. do not look towards fedris hler in the corner holding a large rope, he does this to serve morrowind.

#tes iii morrowind #azura #nerevarine

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words of wisdom

#tes iii morrowind #vivec

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The Falmer gone off in persistent search of my Thrown Voice, and the chaurruses likewise having scuttled away like cats to the rattling of their food-bowl, I bent beside the chest, – which I had determined was either not Falmer; or else some Falmer, tired of spiky grey minimalism and chitin plate, had decided to try a new design. I would not put it past the Falmer of Blackreach, – it must get dull down here, – once the novelties of scrap Dwemer metal and exciting new species of mushroom had worn off; but I was convinced this was from the above-ground; and made by the decidedly not scuttly. The wood had begun to crumple a little; and the hinges had fared little better; but there was a magic on it which even the miserable mizzle of Blackreach could not get to, which my own magic went determined into, and bounced straight off. 

‘Oh!’ said I: ‘do you know a better lockpicking spell?’

Marcurio looked askance at me, and said that the first thing every student learns, when clambering back to the university after a night of revelry, with the curfew in full force, is from the renowned book It's A Hard Lock Life For Us. – I therefore invited him to try. His spell, – o I could not imagine him revelling!, – bounced straight back as mind had.

‘If experience is anything to go by,’ said he, ‘the hardest locks guard fifty-seven septims and an iron dagger. – We ought to keep moving.’

‘Oh!’ I returned, ‘I want to see, – it rattles, listen, –’

And so after much deliberation, we decided upon trying a combined spell; joined hands, summoned it; and not knowing quite if combination worked, tried it regardless. The poor battered box looked miserably at us; creaked; and gave up entirely.

‘A crimson nirnroot!’ I cried at once.

‘Julienne, we already have thirty, –’ Marcurio protested. 

I must scowl and pick up the thing (which was damp quite beyond the norm for a nirnroot, more on the slimy sort of scale); and putting it carefully between two bits of paper, slide it in with the rest. The others in my bag were still chiming, faintly; this one let out a pathetic little whine and fell silent.  

‘Julienne, –’ said Marcurio suddenly. 

He thrust his hand into the box, and drew out the thing I'd wholly ignored, in favour of the sad nirnroot. – A thing which had kept its lustre, despite or perhaps because of the nirnroot-slime at the edges; which was so golden as to half blind us, in the thin darkness of Blackreach; and which we thought, somewhere in our unconsciousness, that we recognised. It was long, thin and perfectly unearthly. It was an Elder Scroll. 

Marcurio whistled: held the thing up as if to read it: thought better of it, valuing despite everything his sanity; and so kept it rolled up and wielded it quite fit to hit someone over the head with it. – I looked about for Falmer and doubted they’d succumb to a whack with a scroll. – The place still empty, – for my Voice had echoed over cliffs and chasms and possibly directly into a troll-nest, – he beheld it eyes gleaming, and said:

‘This must be what we’re looking for! Someone’s been to Mzark before us, –’

‘Oh!’ said I, ‘I hope they haven’t done anything stupid.’

‘They have left an Elder Scroll in a box in a Falmer camp,’ said he, ‘I don’t think we can hope for too much.’

‘How will we know if it is the right Scroll?’ said I.

Marcurio feigned having already been inspecting the thing for identifying marks. He was just about to declare that a particular engraving looked like a dragon; when suddenly he deflated, and cried:

‘The damnable, – the bloody, –

And all at once, he unfurled the Scroll and held it before him; I jumped forwards and feared we’d both be blinded and the ceiling collapse and the world end, – but nothing happened save that Marcurio put his head in his hands and threw the Scroll in my general direction. It did not blind me; nor was it inscribed in enigmas and mysteries; it said at the top: Special Limited Edition; and in the rest of it, things which cannot be related for reasons of decency and copyright. In the early Fourth Era, it seems, there had been a fad for novelty books, which had exceeded the boundaries of decorum, and also of people’s bookshelves; and which had, apparently, gone so far into the tacky and out of the other side, that we’d both of us been fooled. A run of popular books had been printed in the form of Elder Scrolls; and for reasons known only to a certain debauched actor of deepest history, one of them had been The Lusty Argonian Maid. 

‘I want to gouge my eyes out,’ said Marcurio. 

I looked at him; at the scroll, foolishly; thought the same thing; wondered if a Moth priest had ever been driven to voluntary blindness by bad erotica; and burst out laughing.

‘It isn’t funny!’ said he: ‘we wasted so much magicka on that damn lock, –’

‘Oh!’ said I, ‘we have a crimson nirnroot, –’

It was too dark to see what else was in the box: but perceiving glimmers which reflected the distant pinpricks on the vault, I put my hand in. I found a coin or two, – what I hoped for fear of worse, were the wet remains of another nirnroot, – then, at last, after all our treasure-hunting efforts, my fingers fell upon something smooth, something cut, something faceted, –

‘A NEW HAND TOUCHES THE BEACON! –’

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dumbest part of skyrim: why cant i just fucking lie to people?

#tes v skyrim #delphine #the last dragonborn

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Some of you have never climbed the 7,000 steps to get to High Hrothgar and it shows.

#tes v skyrim #high hrothgar

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I love my Tumblr dash

Tagging OPs: @shiroikabocha @astraldemise

#tes v skyrim #jzargo #khajiit

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Clothing set I recently finished for BS Elsweyr. Meant to have a casual version for monks to chill in and a training set equipped with bells for extra challenge.

Originally based on some sketches done by @sothasil but at this point the design has been ship of Theseus'd into oblivion.

#tes lore #beyond skyrim: elsweyr #khajiit