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stephlynndrawings · 9 months

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@nirnwrote fulfillment, prompts all given to me by @knightdawn on the discord. (I don't know how to end it so it's getting posted with no editing!)

basil (good wishes) — “I just want the best for you.” and/or "Why?" "Because you mean the world to me." and/or “We’re a team. You need to tell me about this sort of thing.”

tw for brief mentions of injury, murder

As a former emperor, Varren knew that having to wait like sitting ducks until the time was right to strike was just as if not more stressful than actually going about it. That hadn’t stopped him from hoping that the newest and youngest member of the companions would take the time to relax and go spend time wandering the streets and shopping like young people did. Or at least he was hoping young people still did those things- otherwise he had a problem on his hands that he had no idea how to fix.

The object- person,rather- of his worry was Mitanette. Back in the abey, he had seen moments of the future that showed the young Breton to be full of life and smiles as she helped anyone she could. The sight in front of him did not match his previous visions. Instead, the young girl was sat in a shadowed area of the Harborage while anxiously playing with threads of magicka. While he could no longer see, he could sense that she was not well- he didn’t know how far the hurt went in her but he knew deep in his bones she was trying to hide her pain.

The fact that she was even still in the Harborage showed that something was wrong. Varren wasn’t sure if something had happened in Daggerfall or if she was just too hurt to make the trek up the hill, but he was worried greatly for her. When he heard and felt a snap of magic where the young woman was he mentally put his foot down and got up. He could feel Abnur look up from his studies and heard as Lyris and Sai momentarily stop their conversation to watch him before everything went back to what had recently counted as “normal”.

The Prophet was done sitting by as people hurt. However, while he was not the best suited in getting Mitanette to open up, he knew the person who could get the process going.

Carefully feeling his way across the wet sand flooring, Varren soon was standing before one of his best soldiers.

“Lyris-” He started, unsurprised when he felt the air flow change as the half-giantess stood up at parade rest in front of him, her muscle memory showing to be still intact no matter how much he stressed that she needn’t do such things anymore. With a fond sigh, the blind imperial continued.

“It’s become apparent to me that our young friend is hurting. Of what, I’m not sure. But of all of us in the Harborage, I think you’d be the best bet when it comes to getting her to open up. Even just a little bit of information could provide us ways to better help her.” He said, adjusting his hands on his staff.

He could imagine the expressions both her and Sai were making almost as clear as day as they sucked in twin breaths of surprise.

“Are you sure? I truly haven’t noticed anything off with her an-” Lyris cut herself off with a cringe as Varren heard another snap of magic from the Breton before continuing on, “-d I see what you mean. I’ll do my best.” She said solemnly before meandering as casually as she could manage. If Abnur’s distant snort of amusement was to go by, it was as completely stiff and awkward as it had sounded.

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Lyris couldn’t believe how blind she had been to Mitanette’s struggling, and as she got closer to the smaller woman she felt like hitting herself as she took in so many changes she had not noticed. Mitanette’s hair was falling out of the braid she kept it back in, her clothes were dirty, and most telling was that her milky eyes were bloodshot and tired.

What was even more worrisome was how delayed her reaction time was. Normally, the Breton was aware of anyone who approached her due to their footsteps, but it seemed as if she was in a trance.

Whatever was going on, it wasn’t good, that was for sure. Lyris made a bit more noise than she normally would as she sat down next to her, wincing in sympathy as the younger startled despite her efforts.

“Sorry, Mittens.” Lyris soothed, hoping the use of the nickname would relax her. In all honesty, Lyris still didn’t know why Mitanette let her call her it even after the night it had been created, but part of her was overjoyed to have a friend she could do such things with.

When the other blonde finally looked in her direction she let out a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding before gently offering her her hand to hold if she so pleased. Lyris herself wasn’t the most touchy-touchy kind of gal, but she knew that Mitanette appreciated being able to feel those she was talking to if given the chance.

“Oh, sorry Lyris. Are we heading out now?” The vestige asked softly, her voice more flat and diluted that it normally was and the Nord felt as if her heart sank in her chest. Something really was wrong. When the cold and clammy hand was pressed into her own Lyris held on firmly, feeling the way the hand shook in her grip.

Swallowing a lump that had appeared suddenly in her throat, the warrior shook her head, “No, no. We still have to wait for the right time to strike. I was just wondering how you’re doing. You haven’t left in a few days and I was just wondering if someone was giving you trouble in the city.”

Mitanette’s freckled face twisted in confusion before many emotions flickered across her face, “No, not really. I just would rather sleep here than the room I’ve rented from the Inn.” And an unsaid ‘and I don’t want to be alone’ hung in the air between the two of them. Lyris stroked her thumb across the other’s knuckles, brows pinched.

“Isn’t it more comfortable there than here?” “Not really. I got the room for so cheap because it was unfurnished and I can’t afford furniture yet. And it’s cold.” The answer was said so plainly as if it were common knowledge that the Vestige, destined Hero of the world, was sleeping on the ground in her own room and would rather sleep in a damp cave with four others.

The half-giantess watched the other more closely, watching as everytime she moved the muscles in her face and neck spasmed as if in considerable amounts of pain.

“We are here for you, you know that right?” She asked softly, lowering her voice as to try and keep the other from feeling like others could overhear them.

Something hardened in the Vestige, the younger girl clearly trying to dig her heels in like a mule from the questions.

“Yes, I am aware. But I assure you I am fi-” “Please don’t lie, Mitanette. You are hurting and w-” “Why are you so desperate to know what’s wrong?” Mitanette interrupted, her eyes narrowed as she managed to face Lyris head on, her blank eyes almost seeing straight through her.

“We- I just want what’s best for you.” Lyris felt like she was nearly pleading, desperate to get the girl to understand. However, once the blood stopped pounding in her ears, she noticed that her voice was echoing. She had yelled that, and now Varren, Sai, and Abnur were all looking at her while Mitanette went still and silent.

The poor men were each about to say something all at once (which would not have helped the situation at all) when the Breton’s face crumbled and started to flush around her nose. ‘Oh shit she is going to cry’

Though her bottom lip wobbled and her eyelashes started to gather moisture, no tears slipped down the pale face of their youngest friend.

“Why” Mitanette choked out, the flush spreading further to her eyes as a tear finally managed to escape.

All too soon Lyris remembered that the Vestige truly was just a girl, barely a month into her 18th year. A child in all regards. She couldn’t dwell any further as a familiar shape settled down on the other side of the sniffling hero. Sai glanced at Lyris before carefully threading his hand with the mage’s free one.

“Because you mean the world to us.” He said, his tone so soft and gentle it soothed something that had started to tighten inside Lyris herself. Carefully, as to not suddenly startle the crying girl, she leaned closer so their shoulders brushed against each other.

The answer hung in the air for several moments, more tears leaving tracks on Mitanette’s face as she bowed her head as if to avoid facing anyone directly.

“You barely know me. I barely know myself.” She murmured, brows pinched. Distantly, Lyris swore she could hear Abnur rolling his eyes, mentally planning to pummel the pathetic mage before watching as Sai clucked his tongue and gently lifted Mitanette’s chin to make her face him.

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“Sunflower, we don’t need to know you for years to know that you are one of a kind. You are so brave and smart and dare I say a better swordsman than I am.” Sai said, using the thumb by her chin to wipe away stray tears. His mustached lip quirked up in a fond smile. Mitanette let out a surprised snort at the swordsman comment, her eyes facing off to the side but her smile aimed at him alone.

“Let Sai finish.” Snow-lily said from over Mitanette’s shoulder, her blue eyes twinkling as they watched how the younger seemed to feel better.

“We understand that the current events aren't the easiest to deal with, but you aren’t alone. This war isn’t just yours to shoulder.” He said, wiping away a few more straying tears. He felt her small nod into his palm, his shoulders relaxing knowing she understood.

“There’s something else wearing on your soul, isn’t there, my child.” Varren said from somewhere behind Sai, making the warrior jolt ever so slightly in surprise. Mitanette and Lyris both snorted in amusement, but he simply shrugged it off with a fond eye-roll as he gently released the girl’s tear stained face.

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Knowing that the former Emperor was nearby made Mitanette feel both better and also more tense at the same time. It wasn’t that she disliked him or was afraid of him, but that she wasn’t sure how to phrase what she was feeling with so many eyes on her. Though she was glad that she didn’t have everyone’s attention, or else she’d rather find a way to crawl into the ground.

“...I just keep replaying the moments around and after my soul being taken in my head and…It just sunk in that I truly was murdered without a thought. I don’t know if I have a family out there, and I don’t know much about myself. I don’t even remember what the world looks like. All I see when I try to think back on it is Manimarco’s stupid face sneering down at me as he twists the dagger in my stomach as my soul was siphoned out of me.” She murmured, wriggling her hands free to carefully hold over where she had been…

A new set of footsteps approached and her head snapped up, turning it in the direction she heard the sound from. Even before he spoke she knew it was Abnur, at this point she had learned to recognize everyone’s footsteps and breathing patterns. And it didn’t help that the Imperial wore cologne.�� While the man didn’t get down to her level, she knew he was looking down at her so she could better hear his words.

“It’s about time you opened up. You’re harder to pry open than a clam, child.” He said, his voice not cruel, but not as gentle as the others had been, and part of Mitanette was so very grateful. She appreciated the comfort greatly, but she also wanted to be spoken to like an adult.

When no one jumped in to chide the mage for his sharp tongue, he continued, “We’re a team, you need to tell us about these sorts of things.” He said, his tone softening up just a touch before she heard the rustle of fabric indicating that he was kneeling down. She felt his hands gently shoo hers away from her abdomen as he began to use some healing magic to try and help with the phantom pains she was experiencing.

It felt as if any remaining weight on her shoulders was suddenly gone, her body relaxing as she was truly and utterly relaxed. She no longer felt as if a spring coiled too-tight and it felt wonderful.

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harlequinalis · 3 months

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I know the actual anniversary isn't for a few months but anyways Happy 10 slutty, slutty years to Elder Scrolls Online, the game that has stolen roughly... *checks steam* 4,000 hours of my life. To celebrate I spent 3 days drawing some of the cringefailest old men in Tamriel. Enjoy 👍

#the prophet #mannimarco #abnur tharn #eso #elder scrolls online #my art #fan art

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ayrennaranaaldmeri · 7 months

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MICHAEL GAMBON as THE PROPHET / VAREN AQUILARIOS THE ELDER SCROLLS ONLINE (2014)

Rest in Peace, Michael Gambon.

#michael gambon #eso #the elder scrolls #esoedit #gamingedit #vgedit #varen aquilarios #the prophet eso #faesedits #mytes #myeso #*2023 #rip sir michael #kinda sad i have to use it in this context because I had had this clip saved months ago to gif ;__;#if you haven't seen that voice cast reveal for eso #i rec watching it bc the man trolled his way through it and it was delightful

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soullessbullshit · 4 months

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Molag Bal: I licked it! It's mine now!

Varen: That's not how it works. And stop licking the planet.

#incorrect quotes #elder scrolls #elder scrolls online #eso #molag bal #varen aquilarios #the prophet eso #source: rwby chibi

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scarila · 2 years

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7+ ft tall escaped inmate and the soul shriven she collected on the way are loose in coldharbour, currently heading in the direction of the prophet’s cell

#tes #the elder scolls #eso #elder scrolls online #lyris titanborn #the vestige #oc:amiel #the prophet #varen aquilarios #my art

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thescrolls-haveforetold · 1 year

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i hate the insane detail on mage’s guild robes i hate the insane detail on mage’s guild robes i ha

#tes #me complaining about art #bc im going to be posting an intro to Juno #sooooon #also trying to draw vanus galerion????????#and maybe the prophet lyris sai #and mannimarco #probably #should playthrough eso main questline again just bc #i forgot all of it LOL

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mannimarcoiscool · 10 months

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Me rewriting the entirety of the ESO main quest line (I wanted the five companions to still be friends):

#tes #elder scrolls #the elder scrolls #eso #mannimarco #mannimarco king of worms #varen aquilarios #the prophet #abnur tharn #sai sahan #lyris titanborn #five companions #the five companions

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raconabhorrent · 4 months

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ok but,,

why is he kinda wife hello???

the world never should've introduced me to Elder Scrolls Online (:

#eso #the elder scolls online #the prophet eso

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ichooseviolence · 7 months

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I just recently started watching the Harry Potter series and I knew Dumbledore's (Michael Gambon) voice sounded familiar and it finally dawned on me that it's the same actor who voices The Prophet in The Elder Scrolls Online.

Concept art by Jeremy Fenske! He does a lot of artwork within the gaming industry, but here are some others he's done for Zenimax studios.

#the prophet is such a cool character btw!!#and i love michael gambon's voice i could listen to it all day #professor dumbledore #eso #the prophet #harry potter #michael gambon #jeremy fenske #concept art

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uesp · 7 months

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"Do not hasten towards this final hour. Take the time to appreciate the things you have, the friends you have made, and the world that birthed you."

--Varen Aquilarios, the Prophet from ESO.

Sir Michael Gambon, the voice of the Prophet and actor in many other celebrated roles, has passed away at the age of 82.

#elder scrolls online #the elder scrolls #michael gambon

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beyondthevisiblebackground · 9 days

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When I contemplate your heavens, the works of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have set there, I ask myself, "What is man that you think of him? What is the son of man that you take him into account?" Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and crowned him with glory and honor. You gave him dominion over the work of your hands; you put everything under his feet. Psalms 8: 4-5

Cuando contemplo tus cielos, obras de tus dedos, la luna y las estrellas que allí fijaste, me pregunto: "¿Qué es el hombre para que en él pienses? ¿Qué es el hijo del hombre para que lo tomes en cuenta?". Lo hiciste poco menor que los ángeles y lo coronaste de gloria y de honra. Le diste dominio sobre la obra de tus manos; todo lo pusiste bajo sus pies. Salmos 8: 4-5

We aren't an accident without destiny

Constantly we experience battles in our flesh that are a reflection of what is going on around us. Many times we aren't aware of the spiritual world around us because we can't see it, and that leads us to lose a battle that we don't know we are fighting.

One of them is to test our knowledge of God and thereby cause us to doubt our purpose and what He says about our value and identity.

We all have an emptiness that only God can fill. Human beings were created in His image, so it's normal to live on the edge of need and feel empty when we are far from our Creator. The original plan was for man to be in communion with God, otherwise, "feeling empty" would be one of the many consequences of being far from His presence.

Who knows the work of art better than the artist himself? No one knows the works better than the one who created them. God knows our needs because God is our Creator. That "vacancy" that inhibits us from living a full life will always be God because God is the only and greatest need of man.

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I sanctified you, I gave you as a prophet to the nations." Jeremiah 1: 5.

No somos un accidente sin destino

Constantemente experimentamos batallas en nuestra carne que son el reflejo de lo que ocurre a nuestro alrededor. Muchas veces no estamos conscientes del mundo espiritual que nos rodea porque no podemos verlo, y eso nos lleva a perder una batalla que no sabemos que estamos luchando.

Una de ellas es poner a prueba nuestro conocimiento sobre Dios y por ende, hacernos dudar de nuestro propósito y sobre lo que Él dice de nuestro valor e identidad.

Todos tenemos un vacío que solo Dios puede llenar. El ser humano fue creado a Su imagen, por lo que es normal vivir al filo de la necesidad y sentirse vacío cuando estamos lejos de nuestro Creador. El plan original era que el hombre estuviera en comunión con Dios, de otro modo, “sentirse vacío” sería una de las tantas consecuencias al estar lejos de Su presencia.

¿Quién conoce mejor la obra de arte más que su propio artista? Nadie conoce mejor las obras más que aquel que las creó. Dios conoce nuestras necesidades porque Dios es nuestro Creador. Esa “vacante” que nos cohibe de vivir una vida plena siempre será Dios porque Dios es la única y mayor necesidad del hombre.

‭"Antes que te formase en el vientre te conocí, y antes que nacieses te santifiqué, te di por profeta a las naciones." Jeremías 1: 5.

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harlequinalis · 1 year

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Thinking about the Vestige again (song lyrics are from The Ballad of Jane Doe from the musical Ride the Cyclone)

#sorry i was having a weird week mentally so y'all get weird art i don't make the rules #elder scrolls online #featuring my necromancer vestige Aurélie #hoo boy i gotta tag all the characters i snuck into this fuck me #mannimarco #lyris titanborn #captain kaleen #eso nicolene #the prophet #darien gautier #molag bal #sir cadwell #akatosh #eso #my art #fan art #i'm gonna go pass out now good night

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vestige-nan · 2 years

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The Thorn in my Side, the Pebble in my Shoe: Ch 1

(I can’t believe I haven’t written any tes fanfiction yet!)

Summary: The main quest line in Mannimarco’s perspective, except that he falls chaotically in love with the vestige just as much as he chaotically hates them.

Fun stuff: Vestige is gender neutral and not described. I tried to keep Mannimarco close to his lines and personality in ESO (so not his cool persona from daggerfall and not his lame persona from oblivion). Romance starts off kinda slow but then gets feral quick.

“What?!”

Three skeletons stood in front of my throne, as empty of emotion as they were life. One of the corpse’s bones chattered and reverberated as it spoke, its voice disembodied and breathless. “The prophet... has escaped... Coldharbour...”

Rage rushed through me as if my blood was magma, my fists tense enough to draw blood and my teeth ground enough to shatter. In a fit of wrath and the clasping of my fist, I shattered one of the skeletons with only a motion. To occupy my ire, I paced sporadically, “Aquilarios—That arduous, simple-minded, lowborn—” A thousand fleeting deliberations passed through my mind at once in flashes, but one question rose above them all. “How?!”

“Titanborn...”

“The boorish half-giant?” I whipped toward them. “All of the magnificent, horrendous power of a daedric prince’s realm, and no one could stop one half-giant?!”

The two skeletons looked at each other in a way that mimicked sentience. I felt the familiar twinge of an oncoming headache.

“Well? Were you able to accomplish one thing in the midst of his grand escape?”

“We were...”

I preemptively knew that whatever they would spout would only serve to feed my ire. “And what is that, exactly?”

“We captured... Titanborn...”

I shattered the second skeleton with a clasp of my fist. “She was already ours!” I massaged my temple in a vain attempt to ease my suffering. “As if I don’t already have my hands full with the unexpectedly resilient Sai Sahan...”

The last skeleton shifted, bones clattering in a fashion that would have seemed nervous if I had not known any better.

“Speak.” My lips curled in an annoyed snarl.

“There was... another... who escaped... with the prophet...”

My hand came up preparatory to destroying the last of these couriers. “Who?”

“A soulless... body you... sacrificed... A vestige...”

“A vestige?”

The corpse’s bones clambered in what I can only assume was agreement. My hand came to my chin in thought, and at the motion the skeleton flinched.

“Aaaaahh... A vestige.” A wide grin, devious in nature and brilliant in vain, crossed my lips. “This is something I can shape to my design.” I began to pace again, this time more thoughtfully as my mind began its erudite inner workings. “I believe I can solve this light obstacle quickly, and perhaps even without the master of schemes’ notice. If this vestige is working in league with Aquilarios, then it might be possible to use their soul to scry on the creature from here in Coldharbour. Finding the vestige’s soul should be easy enough... There is only one soul without a body here, afterall, and I’m sure Tharn would be more than apt—”

“There is... one more... thing...”

I turned to the corpse swiftly, my brow furrowed in annoyance. “What? What is it now?”

“The terrible... master... Molag Bal... will make... contact—”

“What?!” In a blindingly rapid flash, I shattered the skeleton with a single motion and turned to my orb of discourse right as a malignant ray of magic shone through. I dropped to a knee and lowered my head as the projection took a terrible and dreadful form.

“Master.” I spoke, keeping my head lowered. Even as a projection, the daedric prince exuded an aura of horrors unspeakable, demanding resigned and miserable obedience. So heavy was the air of dominance alone. Despite my body's submission, my eyes silently and secretly burned with hatred and envy. I had but a taste—a lick of the intoxication of true power from Chim-el Adabal, and I intended to chase that power, grasp it, and rule it so that all who speak my name will feel the same horror and miserable obedience that Molag Bal demands.

As dark, soulless eyes bore down on me, I could only express my satisfaction inside my own mind for my brilliant machinations.

#tes #teso #the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls online #mannimarco #the thorn in my side the pebble in my shoe #the vestige #mannimarco x vestige

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soullessbullshit · 1 month

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Mannimarco: I’ve decided I’m going to start gaslighting you.

Varen: You’re gonna start gaslighting me?

Mannimarco: That’s not what I said.

#incorrect quotes #elder scrolls #elder scrolls online #eso #mannimarco #varen aquilarios #the prophet eso #source: tik tok

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sigil-stone · 1 year

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weird lore eso has introduced (affectionate): mistress dratha is a nerevarine cult prophet now

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crys-makes-art · 11 months

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