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igorlevchenko-blog · 19 days

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Elder Scrolls: Possible portrait of Akaviri Potentate.

The tradition of depicting tsaesci in a thoroughly anthropomorphic fashion, may actually predate the "damnatio memoriae" issued against this race (once proudly prolific in all the upper echelons of imperial society) in the aftermath of dissolution of Akaviri Empire. One, after all, understands the need to assuage the apprehension of the populace being governed by creatures the sources describe as towering, eel-like and vampiric. And given the texts (having gone through stringent censorship) have been allowed but a momentary candor to suggest decidedly serpentine features of Akaviri Potentates—we should deny ourselves the comfort of this "conventionally monstrous" interpretation. I for one am not prepared to dismiss the notion of them having four arms, especially in relation to a passage lauding Savirien Chorak's ambidextrous wielding of swords. Another remarkable feature of this painting (besides its faithful depiction of imperial scale-mail armour) is that the mask looks almost identical to another famous artifact—The Battle Mask of Almalexia—which itself perhaps been made in commemoration of sinking of Tsaesci fleet at Bal Foyen.

Digital painting. Made in Krita. Feel free to repost.

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tikattu · 6 months

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sometimes, the villain gets the better of you.

all characters belong to @scalecallerpeak !

#tw gore #it's slight but still #the elder scrolls #tes oc #tes #tsaesci #akaviri #dragon #dovah #commission example #illustration

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lokorum · 2 years

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very smug looking young kagrenac (because i cant imagine him looking anything but)

concept of tsaesci-noble & tsaesci-priest (nothing will make me think they're not evil cute snakes. i'll die on this hill)

and perrif! probably enjoying to listen to the sounds of dying ayleds

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#kagrenac #tsaesci #alessia #dwemer #tes #the elder scrolls #illustration #tesblr #skyrim #morrowind #character illustration

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yamikuruku · 5 months

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finished commission for @/JorvuldDavaux on twitter!

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reagan-the-saunders · 3 days

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Venom.

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scalecallerpeak · 4 months

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Zhenru-ashe

Eldest son of Sylin-dras Zhenru-ashe is next in line to be the potantate of Ionith. He and his father do not get along well having a very strained relationship due to the pressure Sylin-dras has put on Zhenru-ashe who now in turn comes off as rude and ill tempered to everyone

#Zhenru-ashe #Tsaesci #Akavir #The Elder Scrolls #TES OC #Fysh Draws

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morihaus · 9 months

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Teeth

The story of the Lantern is a story about hunger. Not just that, it's a story about eating, and thusly, a story about teeth.

In that dreary gray valley where everything began, hunger existed before matter. Before that first world rose from the dregs of the pitch river, when flickering spirits lived and babbled in forgotten tongues while the mightiest of lasting languages were spoken in the shiftless palaces of heaven, yes, these spirits yet knew hunger. Whether they admit it or not, they all learned from the river.

Boesha was one of these spirits, a mote who dwelt in the swell and lived only to be dashed against the shores. She fought and struggled to stay afloat, thrashing against black currents to wrench herself from the all consuming rapid and carve her name into the shale of the bank, but like countless others, she was too small to resist. But then, by chance, as she sunk down towards the riverbed, she found herself raised up; it was a golden world rising to the surface, and stood before her and the other sinking spirits was its maker, the daughter of the river: Tsae.

After carving her name onto that world, Boesha became Tsae's most loyal student. When Tsae spoke, she hung on every word; when Tsae was insulted, she made the sword to defend her name and the names of all creation; when she traveled, she raised Tsae's banner and shouted her name in every language she knew so that all of the valley would know of her wisdom and compassion for every spirit.

And when the scaled king of heaven descended to sculpt a son in his image-- building him from the black mud of the river so he would carry its hunger, a hunger so deep as to swallow the world-- and the first world was devoured by the pitch scaled prince, none, not even Tsae, were more furious than Boesha.

Long, long after all of this, Boesha stands with Tsae at the shore of the river Scodai. They watch as the 12th world, its every language and matter, is torn apart by the teeth of dragons.

Boesha grabs for her sword, but the river's daughter stays her hand.

"I understand that it is your nature, Bo, but please, seek no further strife with them."

She stares dumbstruck at her teacher, enraged. "What are you talking about?!? Do they not deserve my strife??? This world was even shorter than the last! Those gluttonous serpents, why should they get to fill themselves with all your hard work!?!"

With an impassive expression, Tsae looks down at her knight. "It cannot be helped. That is their nature." The black stream laps at her bare feet and in her black robes and the dull darkness that consumes the middle valley, she appears as a tributary of her mother river. "They will not relent, nor will their father. Ka does not know change like we do."

At this point, Boesha recognizes the sereneness in her teacher's dark face that means she knows something she doesn't. "What?!" Boesha demands. "What is it? You're planning something??? Will we finally kill that despicable-"

"Kill? No."

"No!?!?"

Tsae shakes her head. "Look, Bo, and think." She guides her student's eye to the collapsing world. A great ocean atop a river, mountains that barely escape the surface of the brackish blue water, vast kingdoms of coral; each thing a morsel in the yawning maw of Alduin and his brothers. The firstborn drinks up the ocean, devouring the largest share as the eldest eater, while his younger kin pick at this or that, arguing over the scraps like scavengers. Almost everything is destroyed when they eat it; they are voids, not containers, born of their father's will to maintain control over the barren world below. What escapes their mouths breaks off and sinks down to the bottom of the inky-black river, vanishing, but not destroyed.

"They have to destroy it when they eat it. Otherwise, it would change them. They would become it." Tsae explains, setting a hand on Boesha's shoulder. "Why not kill them? Because there are better uses for their power." She smiles. "I have an idea for the next world... a Lantern, one that's fire will consume them."

Boesha looks up at her teacher. "What fire can consume a dragon?"

Tsae's smile grows, her teeth cut a white crescent into her face. "Yours."

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Another beast slain, another god dead. Tserida-Shak, Student of Boesha, Master of Tsaescence, has led her warriors in another successful hunt. Her party is fifteen Blades and herself, almost so skilled in the Kiai now as to be an overwhelming force to any dragon; more now flee than fight, the rise of these warriors who slice apart their words has rattled their number so.

Nevermore would the menfolk toil beneath the wings of serpents. Now that the fires of the Lantern burn in their eyes and light the path to deliverance, they can walk this road, swords in hand, and slit the throat that would swallow their world.

As always, her disciples watch as their teacher calls out for the defeated dragon's spirit; bright orange-gold flames rise from its corpse, burning flesh and filling the air with a metallic scent. Its soul is hers, but not in whole, some cuts of its immortal flesh still cling to its skeleton. These, they know, are for them.

At the end of every successful hunt, a great feast is held. A bonfire is lit but only for warmth and tributes, for the serpent's steak is best eaten raw with all its vital essences.

Gomak-Resae, demon-helmet doffed, regards his meal, dragon's flesh on a dragonbone plate. An almost inky ichor of blood pools at the bottom of the rough and chewy cut of meat. It's nowhere near as appetizing as beef or venison, but the wealth of mystic powers contained within are the true flavor of this dish.

He looks to his side to see his mentor digging in to her cut, some hock from the thigh; without cutlery, she rips at it with her teeth, the wrought sinews of the serpent stretching and snapping in her jaws. Her brow is set furrowed, flames dance in her eyes while she stares deep into the bonfire, deep, as though it were a doorway.

"Master." Gomak speaks lowly as all her cohort help themselves, some still cutting more from the corpse, throwing offerings onto the flame or burying them within the earth. "I understand that you leave this essence behind when you swallow their spirits... so that we can eat of it ourselves. I thank you for this, and all else you have given us, but I have often wondered... why is it that you eat their flesh as well?"

Tserida-Shak works over the bite still in her mouth before reaching for her waterskin and washing it down. She regards her pupil, eyes still shining as she turns to him. "Because I am hungry."

Gomak-Resae waits for more, then realizes how simple the answer really was. "Oh... my apologies, Master. I was not sure whether devouring a spirit would fill your stomach."

Tserida hums. "It does," she takes another bite and speaks around it, "but not enough. It's not a mortal way."

Gomak-Resae begins to eat as well, tearing strips off with his bare hands then bringing them to his mouth. The juice of dragon's blood is what gives this meat its rich stinging taste, and so he rolls balls out of the skins and dips them in the puddle of ichor collecting at the bottom of his plate. He would be remiss to waste even a drop. "Mortal way?" He asks.

"Of eating." She says, clearing her throat. "Too quick, too clean. Mortals eat slowly. We bite it until our teeth are touching, we tear it apart, we chew it, we savor it." She stares into the flame again. "That's the same way Boesha ate them."

Her student commits this lesson by firelight to memory and takes another bite of the dragon's flesh. It's no wonder the Dov are so terrified by these mere mortals. What can the eater do when their meal turns its teeth on them?

#moriada #mori writing #tsaesci #tesfest23

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jiubilant · 1 year

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full tsaesci names are seldom used in anything but census documents but they consist of a [familiar given name, which is usually shorter than the formal given name and usually begins with the same letter] [the word ak, "of," + the name of the family's patron god or spirit] [formal given name]-[matronymic]. some examples of tsaesci characters' full names are

vaie ak ilni versidue-shaie

sa ak zisa sien-chorak

sae ak zisa savirien-chorak

diris ak ilni dinieras-ves

to respectfully address a tsaesci elder, superior, or stranger you'd use both their formal given name and its matronymic ("dinieras-ves"). the respectful address is almost always used in writing. if you're on friendly terms with the person you're addressing it's acceptable to call them by their formal given name only ("dinieras") or even to fondly shorten it ("dini"). it's only appropriate to address a person by their familiar name ("diris") if they are a close family member, intimate friend, or spouse—and even then the use of the familiar name is typically reserved for moments of great passion, affection, or import

#language #tsaesci

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5ampagvita · 9 months

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beast or [arcane] for @tes-summer-fest ! 608 words.

Wrote this way too quickly in a bid to get my prompt done before 12AM lmao. I privately do a lot of speculation on Akaviri (particularly Tsaesci) lore with my bestie, because I’m Asian and by God I will get my rep in my fav silly lil fantasy games one way or another!!

This is a lil scene where my Cyrod-Tsaesci gal Sybil does a spirit summoning so that everyone’s fav fellow Kaidan can learn more about his past. Hope you enjoy!!

When Kaidan first sees it, he’s shaken to the core. The way the water bucks and claws at the air with seemingly nothing bending it, the way Sibyl’s eyes roll backwards against her will, the way otherworldly shouts ripple from the freezing lake and echo across the empty shores–it’s all so foreign, and it gives him the sinking feeling that his companion is playing with forces neither of them understand.

Still, Sibyl had assured him that she’d done this ritual a thousand times, and Kai himself would do anything to learn more about his past. He tentatively kneels beside his entranced friend, watching the paper lotus she’d cast onto the lake’s surface bob and splash against the water’s force.

The first hand, ghostly and golden, rises from the small whirlpool in front of them. It grips the wavering water as if it is ground, and it lends the spirit purchase. Sibyl, once death-still, begins to shake, murmuring words in the old Akaviri tongue, and each syllable beckons her ancestor to push further into the mortal realm, until finally, he is free of the lake’s grip, and stands on the surface of the water with the powerful poise afforded to such tangible history.

Sybil, all tremors, slowly comes down from her trance. When she’s gained her bearings, she rises to her feet, and to Kaidan’s shock, walks on the water to meet her ancestor.

She kneels before him in reverence. They share a few words in a tongue Kaidan doesn’t understand. Listening to their conversation feels like passing by a home someone else now inhabits–you belonged once upon a time, but now it is gone, and your heart aches.

The spirit gestures for Sybil to rise. After a few more words, she returns to land and addresses Kaidan.

“It’s your turn,” she whispers to him, placing a palm on his armored shoulder. He cannot feel the warmth on his skin, but the sensitive way she speaks sends it to his soul.

“But I don’t speak Akaviri,” he croaks.

Sybil gives him a smile full of mirth, but the kindness of it is tinged with pity. “The Waters are beyond such trifles. He will understand you.”

Kaidan sheepishly nods and rises to his feet. He briefly attempts to meet eyes with the ghost, but is faced with only the gaping maw of his helm. He recalls Sybil telling him that, like some Tamrielic cultures, a Tsaesci warrior is expected to be buried in his armor. He didn’t expect the armor to be so formidable.

The younger Akavir takes his first step towards the now-peaceful water, teeth clenched, expecting his boot to sink into the mud. But his foot stays above water, casting a strong ripple across the waves. With each stride, he becomes more sure of his balance on the lake, and finally closes in on the spirit, where he falls into respectful kneel.

Silence echoes across the waters. Kaidan fights the urge to look up to check that the man is still there–he fears seeming doubtful.

After seconds that feel like days, Sybil’s ancestor speaks. His voice is strong, and accented in a way that Kaidan’s never heard before.

“You may rise, young one,” he says. “I am Lieutenant Hailne-Shai.”

Kaidan heeds his words. “I’m Kaidan–ser.” His voice, usually strong and sure under his softness, shakes.

Hailne-Shai’s smile can be heard in his tone. “Sybil told me you have questions.”

The prompt fills Kaidan’s heart with joy. Now, here, he is not restricted to the books of Tamriel and vague extrapolation. His history is right in front of him, glowing, breathing. Welcoming him home.

#tesfest23 #kaidan skyrim #skyrim modding #sampa’s writing #oc: sybil d’hakoshae #kaidan 2 #akavir #akaviri #tsaesci #tes #sampa talks #writing #fic #skyrim fic

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darydark · 9 months

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Akimitz-Shadzan, a chaotic guy from Akavir

He got sucked into a Black book and then appeared in Tamriel. He doesn't remember what happened. Now he walks around in Tamriel and messes with everyone with as much force as he did on Akavir

#Yes he is a tsaesci and I hc them as humanoid looking with different amount of snake features #and yes he is my eso arcanist guy #the elder scrolls #tes oc #akaviri #tsaesci #rdd draws

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kinseviing · 1 year

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More Elder Scrolls characters :D

Elessy Inarium, the Golden Girl, she's a grumpy, sarcastic yet actually caring aldmer, also my first roleplaying character ever alongside Srrikh the tsaesci :) I still love her so much.

This is Srikkh (one of the original draws i have of him and a redraw from like 2-3 years ago)

He probably is officially my first roleplaying character ever! since at the time Elessy was trapped in the body of a white eagle and worked as a sidekick haha. Basically this man is your local huge snake furry himbo, it is what it is.

#the elder scrolls #tsaesci #aldmer #oc #original character #kinseviingart #fanart #if you're wondering if i just doxxed my real name there dont worry #my name is public since i work in the game industry x'D

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hurgablurg · 10 months

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Akavir Ideas

Tsaesci are normally anthropomorphic snake-people, but because Akavir is in the next kalpa (where the standard is evidently that of beastfolk), when they tried to invade westward and entered the current kalpa (within which humanoids are the standard), they were forcibly “reformed” into a human shape - explaining why all the tsaesci seen in Tamriel are humans instead of snakes.

The pain of the transformation is why they never bothered to try another invasion.

The Kamal, on the other hand, are masochistic and figured second, third, fourth, etc. time’s the charm, but eventually found they could bypass the change by going through Atmora, which is currently “north” of the kalpic cycle (that is to say, it is one of the 11 worldskins before Yokuda, and is therefore a part of the wheel not “touching the ground”, unlike the Named 3 which are) altogether. It’s the difference between the Ice Tribes and our guy Karstaag.

Uriel V’s invasion fleet met the same change, but the history books won’t say jack or shit about it because none of the survivors wanted to admit they were forcibly assigned minotaur fursonas.

The lamia beastfolk are unrelated to the tsaesci despite appearances - sometimes nature just be like that.

The tsaesci have special warrior-guilds of dragon hunters led by a figuratively-leashed dovahkiin, who embark on missions into Ka Po’ Tun to slay any newly-ascended dragons, slaughter their families and temples, raze their hometowns, and consume their newly immortal souls.

The tigers’ obvious desire to prevent this leads to a tense cold-war of assassinations and plots where the tigers try to kill the dragonborns before they master their thu’um and the snakes try to keep them hidden as they are trained.

This kerfuffle includes elite dragon-hunter-hunters, (an) order(s) of cloaked “ninja” tigers who are sworn to protect all life but are also sworn to exempt by such kill/assassinate/hamper the tsaesci dragon-slayers and dragonborns and no other opponent - irrationally specialized in this task, they are mythologized as fighting death and “the Void”, in defence of life and immortality.

The Tang Mo are the largest and most wide-spread of the Akaviri civilizations, and consider the entirety of the continent of Akavir as the Thousand Monkey Isles, with the other nations living within their borders as funny little enclaves that sometimes throw violent tantrums. While the snakes and tigers and snow demons and their tributaries dispute this notion, none have been able to actually prove otherwise by gaining control over them.

Despite this, or perhaps it is because, the Tang Mo are carefree and nigh-utopian, enjoying the abundant fruits of their minimal labour while strengthening their community bonds and regional identities. In their leisure however, they neglect vigilance: their armies quickly disbanding out of disinterest as quickly as they are raised in response to threats - this serial unpreparedness serves to make their sudden resistances against their would-be-conquerors appear all the more heroic in their biased but extensive records. This annoys their more conventional neighbours.

The Ka Po’ Tun’s veneration of dragons is eerily similar to the relationship between the khajiit and dovah of Tamriel, but no one knows what its about. Nor are the ka po’ tun aware that there is another race of cat-people with their own dragons just over yonder.

The tigers ascend into dragons at an inconsistent rate despite the large numbers attempting it, generally between 3 and 6 ascendants in a 5 year span, which is hampered by tsaesci dragon-hunters who are quick to act on any rumours of ascendancy.

While the dragons of Tamriel typically present as masculine, the dragons of Akavir typically present as feminine. This includes their spiritual liege, ““king”” Tosh Raka, who is trans. Good for her!

The tigers have 13 styles of sacred martial arts, themed after 13 of their animal constellations (dragon, fox, hare, artei, durzog, rat, nix-bird, gull, stripedbear, dolfax, heron, huxhi, and wad’lin). Four of these styles are centred around casting spells which isn’t strictly martial, but is cool.

Ka po’ tun are immune to the effects of most poisons and toxins, but are lethally vulnerable to the simmering juices found within kagouti livers. This is information no one will ever likely learn, as kagouti are not indigenous to Akavir.

The Kamal are ice-freaks who like to invade and loot places that aren’t theirs, which has drawn not-inaccurate comparisons to the nords and atmoran colonizers.

The kamal, in searching for safer routes to pillage, colonized the now otherwise-uninhabitable Atmora and the Sea of Ghosts, and over the centuries the isolated oceanic populations evolved (or were perhaps being transformed) into the Sea Giants.

They hibernate in large chunks of ice as a shield against the even colder temperatures of impossible para-winters, and to release themselves with the coming of summer, they vibrate quickly and subtly to produce body heat to melt the ice around them, like bees killing a hornet.

Kamal have five eyes but traditionally keep the central eye covered so that it can “focus on seeing the future in which they win”.

They are big!

The rumoured dog-men and rat-men and akaviri humans do exist and are not extinct, but were culturally subsumed by the tsaesci and serve as second-class citizens, levies, labourers, and blood-banks for the snakes.

What remains of their original cultures can be found in songs with long-forgotten melodies, stories, and parables desperately inscribed on the walls of old temples and forgotten dungeons that they had fortified in their last days of resistance.

Their blood doesn’t even taste very good, but the tsaesci governments have really good propaganda about it being supernaturally healthy and spiritually-wholesome, like the USA and carrots.

Akavir itself is shaped kind of like a bowl, with a unnervingly below-sea-level interior. Pray that the Sea does not meet the Soil.

#tes #the elder scrolls #akavir #tsaesci #tang mo #ka po tun #kamal

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lichposting · 2 years

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🐄 !!

#found in google image results for fithragaer #asked #tsaesci

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swordcoasts · 1 year

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hi, hello! i missed u!

hiiiii thank you so much, missed u too!! <3

#asks #tsaesci

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reagan-the-saunders · 3 months

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Viper once again because I'm addicted to drawing her (and her magic).

This is half expression practice, half outfit practice.

This is the gown reference I used. It's from a fashion account on tumblr, but I don't remember the name, sadly.

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scalecallerpeak · 1 day

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Sunrah-Yei (She/Her)

So I So I made yet another Tsaesci who's name is Sunrah-Yei. Yei was part of the second Akaviri invasion however after Vivec's was taken as a pow. When released she goes hunting for the ordinated resiprical only to be caught in a DC desersion and hunted by an assasin, Tālus Cultro ( @tharayya ).

The two are actually good friends however are now forced into a situation of kill or be killed due to events outside their control.

#Tsaesci #The Elder Scrolls #TES OC #Akavir #The Elder Scrolls Online #Sunrah-Yei #Fysh Draws

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