I may have wanted to make something for Spooky Month.
I like to imagine that the children of Morrowind are there, but a bunch of them go missing and end up serving the Sixth House in one big dysfunctional family cult.
I'd honestly be terrified too if I had a child that ended up like this too.
Don't worry. She gets used to it. Anyways, yeah, I got lost in Vivec more times than I'd like to admit when I first played.
This'll be the last semi-consistent post I'll have, before I gotta be a member of society and deal with bills and everything. But I'll still be making arts : )
The Argonian slave, exhausted from field work and the heat, he looks at the sky hoping for rain. Just some spontaneous inspiration while playing Morrowind