Does anyone else think that we are assholes because we kill alduin even though he save our God damn lives.
What's on your mind?
Hello, i'm King Orbitson. Today, I will make a quiz based on The elder scrolls. There are 4 rules:
- Do not check the answer from google
- Do not ask anyone
- I will announce the 5 right fastest people in this post after 12 hours
- You can't change your answer
Without further ado, lets get this started!
Who is the oldest living mortal that still alive? (FanFic not included)
A. Kerus Grewyn
B. Divath fyr
E. Mercer frey
Good luck! :)
A/N: I took longer on this chapter, I’m not going to be rushing this anymore. I want to enjoy the journey and give you all some quality, decent writing.
Link to previous chapter: elderscrolls.fandom.com/d/p/3343172654596265386
Word Count: 3,316
Yanderas, Selkra, Sindaara and Sindaara’s apparent new friend — Lavelio entered their first class of the day. It was the first time any of them other then Lavelio had received schooling at The White-Gold University and they were all looking forward to it.
It was a class for a physical education credit. ‘Martial Arts and Akaviri Magic Elective’. It was a mixed grade class, thus why Sindaara and Lavelio, two fourth years were in class with Yanderas, a sixth year and Selkra, a seventh year. Schooling in Tamriel ranged from first year, age eleven to seventh year, age seventeen.
Yanderas held the door open for Sindaara, who in turn nodded his thanks, clearly still not used to such treatment.
“This should be interesting. I don’t think the Alinor Conservatory offers a martial arts class.” He prompted after entering the classroom.
“Think fast Elfie boy!” Shouted the Tang Mo professor, throwing a knife past him that barely grazed his amber lochs before lodging itself into a wall behind him.
Yanderas, who was positively furious at this display of recklessness from the monkey monk professor. Pulled the knife from the wall and chucked it back at him with full force.
He dodged it like a pro by hopping onto a bookshelf. “I like her!” He said, as other students poured into the room, observing the odd scene unfold. “She’s feisty and brave!”
“Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. My. Sindaara.” She affirmed. “ANY OF YOU.” She looked around the room.
‘Or I’LL rIp yoUr FuCkinG eYeS oUt!’
The Tang Mo hopped off the shelf and walked around all fours for a bit before bursting into a bout of laughter. “You crazy girl! - I think that boy is more scared of you then me or anyone else!”
Yanderas looked behind her and saw Lavelio steadying the nearly feinting fourteen year-old.
“Hey look, it’s the beautiful princess Sindaaralla everyone!” Said a familiar voice.
Lhana and Ravrenaca walked in, grinning profusely.
“Okay everyone - settle down, settle down.” The Tang Mo exclaimed. “That was only a test, the boy was never in any ‘real’ danger.”
‘You’d better hope not.’ Yanderas thought coolly.
The silver-haired Nord took a seat and waited for her Sindaara to join her. But he never came. She glanced over and saw him sitting next to Lavelio instead, discussing... whatever it was fourteen year old boys discussed. Selkra took the seat next to her and flashed a shy smile. Yanderas tried to return the gesture but failed. Why was Sindaara ignoring her???
“Uncle Cid, can we get on with the lesson already?” Asked Ravrenaca.
“Don’t call me that! It’s Professor Cîdriôn Shîn!” He seemed in his mid-fifties, a bit shorter then Yanderas herself with brown fur covering his entire body save his face and palms. The fur around his face had begin to give way to a grayish color and four deep scars ran over his nose.
“Today’s lesson will mainly be conjecture and lecturing. But if we have time afterwards we will address the paths of Akavir.” Intoned the monkey professor
He began talking about some stuff that Yanderas wasn’t really paying attention to. She looked over at Sindaara. He was perfect, and so was she. Why didn’t he reciprocate... was she pushing her feelings on too fast??
Her mind began to drift and she went some place else...
“Mommy! Yanderas killed Rooney!” Yelled her sister Ferna, aged nine at the time. Her blue eyes were filled with tears. She was holding their dead kitten, Rooney.
A six year old Yanderas followed behind her into their mother’s bed chambers. “I didn’t mean too.” She let out disconsolately.
“He was so cute, I just squeezed him too hard!” She cried.
Their mother Yuno shook her head in disgust, taking ahold of the dead kitten. “Cute aggression. Your father was like this too and it eventually led to his death.” Yanderas began to cry. “I don’t want him to die! Why can’t he come back!”
That was when they came... a loud banging was heard on the door. Yuno, Yanderas and Ferna approached their front door. Yuno gestured her two daughters to get behind her. She bravely opened the door and was immediately assaulted by a hovel of pirates. Ferna grabbed Yanderas and rushed upstairs, throwing her into a closet and slamming it shut. “Don’t come out!” She whispered urgently.
When Yanderas came out she found her mother’s body sprawled on the floor, her throat slit. Ferna however, was nowhere to be found...
Yanderas awoke from her daydream. The class was still listening to Professor Cîdriôn Shîn’s speech. She looked over at Sindaara, who was listening intently himself.
How she longed to be with him. To stroke his thin throat, cup his gaunt face and squeeze his fragile frame. But also be protective over him. She remembered the way she used to cuddle and squeeze Rooney, her kitten. So much that she accidentally killed him. But she wouldn’t do that to Sindaara, — she couldn’t!
‘I’ll keep you safe my baby.’
She then looked over and narrowed her eyes at his new friend — Lavelio. What did he have that she didn’t.
‘Maybe I’ll pay him a little visit tonight.’
“Now!” Cîdriôn Shîn exclaimed out-loud, breaking his steady flow of speech that had dominated his lecture, startling her a bit. “Let’s go into the gymnasium and practice these techniques a bit!”
The students began to get up and file out into the gymnasium which was connected to the classroom.
Sindaara walked in front of Yanderas unknowingly, next to Lavelio. She looked down at his delicate head covered by amber-colored hair. She wanted nothing more to wrap her arms around his feminine body and clutch him lovingly. Fantasizing about cuddling her face into his brilliant lochs and kissing his neck...
“Okay class. The first path we are going to practice today is the path of Tsaesci.” Cîdriôn Shîn explained seriously.
“This path focuses on evasion. The user must loosen their body to swiftly dodge any attacks. These techniques usually involve turning the enemy’s energy against them after dodging their blow, the fighter gives them an enhanced strike to send them flying back at a much faster speed.” Explained their teacher.
“These techniques of Qi are pretty fascinating, don’t you think?” Selkra commented quietly as Cîdriôn demonstrated on a Dwarven student. “Yeah it is.” Yanderas responded absentmindedly. Selkra folded her lips in a bit, sensing Yanderas’ tension. She always felt like she sort of had a sixth sense with these types of things.
“Okay now, find a partner and try for yourself.” Professor Shîn instructed.
The students began formulating into cliques or duos. Sindaara had already paired up with Lavelio, so Yanderas paired up with her roommate — Selkra, who she was starting to really warm up too.
“Loosen your bodies. Breathe in deeply and exhale. Feel as if you are the snake. Moving and dodging and then using your opponent’s lapse against them!” Cîdriôn explained carefully.
“Okay I’ll go first.” Yanderas said to Selkra who nodded.
Selkra breathed in and Yanderas threw a punch towards her. The Chimer exhaled as she dodged the punch, taking Yanderas’ brief lapse of energy to strike her in the side and send her flying onto the floor. “Sorry! Are you alright!” She cried after her.
Yanderas, surprised at the elf’s strength sat upright and looked over to her side. She saw Lavelio and Sindaara practicing. Only Sindaara failed to dodge and took Lavelio’s punch to his skeletal chest and fell to the ground. He sat up and laughed, his black-haired Imperial friend extending a hand to him as to help pull him up.
But it didn’t matter to Yanderas. He had hurt her Sindaara. Even to touch him without her permission was a sin.
‘I WILL kill you.’ Her eyes twitched and a crooked smile formed on her lips.
“Uhm... Yanderas? Are you alright?” Yanderas shifted her attention back to her friend Selkra. “Yeah yeah, perfectly fine.” She got up.
“Really? Because it looked like— actually never mind. It’s not my place to assume.” Selkra critiqued herself.
Yanderas was going to console her but the intercom came on, a robotic voice speaking through it: “End of Class One. All students please proceed to your next class.”
“Goodbye my children. I shall see you on Middas!” Cîdriôn Shîn exclaimed... almost happily?
The students gathered their bags and left the classroom, exiting into the hallway.
“Hi, I’m Lhana!” Yanderas heard her voice, and turned to hear who she was speaking to. “Your Sindaara, right? The Alinor Conservatory contestant?”
“Umm yeah. Nice to meet you.” Sindaara said, shaking her hand.
Yanderas just stood there, her brain going berserk to where everything was just a blur. Selkra could sense the erratic mess of emotions circulating around her and hesitantly placed a hand on her upper back, rubbing it back and forth to comfort her.
“He’s just talking to her. And even then he seems pretty reluctant. You guys aren’t even together, you can’t be so possessive Yanderas.” Selkra admonished.
“But. He’s. Mine.” Yanderas muttered so quietly it sounded like a leaf flowing in the wind. Barely above a whisper.
Selkra and Yanderas approached their next class, engineering and animunculi research with Grandmaster Sohrada Nchulthumz.
Surprisingly enough, Yanderas was growing quite fond of the Grandmaster. And come to think about it — she was starting to enjoy Selkra’s company too. But she still felt wholly incomplete without her other half, her Sindaara.
No one was inside the classroom expect the Grandmaster... herself. And The Keeper, Syndesi. As well as one of the strangest person’s that Yanderas and Selkra had ever seen.
Some sort of demonic man, with skin the color of raspberries and two horns twisting up in a circular pattern on the top of his head, over slicked back black hair. He seemed taller than the average Nord and was actually... quite handsome, strangely enough.
They took a seat behind their rival Saxhleel contestant Syndesi. The dremora glanced over at them and Selkra could’ve sworn she saw his face twitch upward in the semblance of a smile.
Eventually the rest of the class filed in and much to Yanderas chagrin, Lhana and Ravrenaca were among the students.
“Greetings students. For those of you who are still unaware of me formally. Though I would expect most of you to know who I am by now... I am Grandmaster Sohrada Nchulthumz. I am Grandmaster of this prestigious university, a member of the Dwemer High Council as well as professor of engineering and animunculi research. This is a no nonsense working environment and I expect all of you to uphold yourself to that regard.”
Lhana looked over at Yanderas and smirked much to the young Nord’s dismay.
“Now, which one of you can tell me what powers most, if not all of the Dwemer automatons? Anyone? How about... you. Syndesi, yes?” Sohrada gestured to the Argonian champion.
The Keeper grunted in discomfort at being put in the spotlight.
“No? Well what about you Sloth?” Sohrada looked at the Dremora.
Sloth who had been observing Syndesi, Selkra and Yanderas with keen eyes, looked up at the Dwemeri professor. “Oh, I’m simply here to observe madam.” He smiled brilliantly at her and for a split second, she looked momentarily flustered.
He had quite the effect on people it would seem.
“No. I have an answer.” Syndesi spoke up.
The attention shifted back to him as he stood up from the stone table and made his way to the Dwemeri holographic board. He took a soul-gem-pen and began drawing on the board.
“The Dwarven automatons all use soul gems to be powered.” The voice of Herma Mora spoke through him, unbeknownst to the rest of the classroom. Professor Nchulthumz watched with intrigued eyes.
“The soul gems function from the center of the main chamber of the automation’s interior ‘heart-chamber’. One soul will power one automaton for as long as it is functional for service. In other words not destroyed by assault. But since over the centuries automatons energy sources have become more demanding, the Dwemer have had to result to using more powerful souls. So they converted to using black soul gems. Hence why they commit their genocidal purges every so often. Each person killed has their soul trapped by some sort of mass soul trap spell or machine. It also helps them with keeping the populous under control. So hence one human soul powers one automaton. Recently however the Dwemer have been entertaining ideas of using black soul gems to create and power synthetic—“
“Okay that’s quite enough Syndesi. You may take your seat now.” Sohrada hurriedly put a stop to the boy’s speech, bewildered by where he was getting some of this hidden and forbidden information.
Yanderas and Selkra looked at each-other, curious expressions painted over both their gorgeous faces.
Sloth chuckled to himself, looking over at the duo of girls.
A few hours had passed. Lunch was over and the students were in there third and final class for the day.
Each class ran for two hours and were on different days.
This was another mixed grade class with Yanderas, Selkra, Sindaara, Ravrenaca, Lhana and Lavelio. It was Tamrelic history.
The door opened and in stepped in someone nobody was expecting...
“Your professor is under the weather today. So I’ll be substituting.” The abnormally tall elf said as he came to the front of the old and dusty room.
“Professor Greywyn!” Sindaara exclaimed happily. Kerus nodded at him.
‘You’re foolish to waste your time on the boy. He’s pitiful and pathetic. And he has that crazy girl always stalking him.’ No you’re wrong, the boy is my friend! I will not let him die in this tournament!
Kerus argued with himself within his mind.
“Alright today class we’ll be recounting important events from where your teacher left off last time.” Kerus explained as he stepped up to the hologram board.
He began sketching a timeline on the hologram. “So judging by your professor’s notes I studied earlier you guys left off at the events of The Dragon Crisis — no the events of Redfall.”
Kerus studied the board for a few seconds, something was surging forth from the precipices of his round cranium. “Hmmm, the next significant date would be fourth era, 221. The year Velyn Soris was sent by Emperor Lestis Mede with a group of heroic adventurers to Akavir. Once there, they uncovered some ancient secrets and put a stop to the evil uprising of—“
“Uhh Mr. Grey-guy dude, I-I mean sir. Can I like go to like the washroom? Like now?” Lavelio asked, interrupting his lecture.
“Huh-what? Yes yes. Go!” Kerus intoned.
‘4E 221 huh? Isn’t that when we met Kerus? We’re soul mates don’t you think? After Velyn killed me, it was only destiny that you were in the right place at the right time. Now we’re bound together - eternally!’ Shut up. I’ll get you out of me yet. ‘Oh right, it’s only been nearly seven thousand years and still no luck. Like I said... we’re soul mates!’
“Let’s move on from this era. Mhmm” Kerus coughed at the bad memories.
“Sixth era, year 666, when the thief Goddius Howus was finally stopped from secretly milking all of Skyrim’s cows. — Okay who put this in my lecture notes? This is hardly worthy of mention.” A few snickers were heard throughout the room.
“Eighth era, perhaps the longest era in Tamrielic history. Lasting three-thousand years. Featured the resurgence of Aetherium within mines, the prophecy of the Underwater Citadel came to pass, and an expedition to Atmora was made.”
Yanderas raised her hand. “Yes?” Kerus questioned.
“Could you tell us about the the monster the Dwemer brought with them when they returned? The one responsible for Atmora, Yokuda, and Aldmeris’ downfalls?”
Sindaara looked over at her, an unreadable expression etched onto his fresh, clean face. Her heart began beating faster under his amber gaze before he looked back at his Aldmeri professor.
‘Tell them Kerus! And kill yourself in the process!’ The voice inside his head warned him of his death-oath.
“My oath as a High-Council member forbids I tell you. But I will say that the monster is not under our control — we’re under it’s...”
It was later in the afternoon and Selkra and Yanderas were studying in the Dwarven Atheneum. The vast room was a grandiose library, book cases as high as the tall ceiling and lined with gold. Blue carpet and fine wood. The cases curved and flowed in an artistic manner, giving the library a very unique and artistic feel.
“What did you think Professor Greywyn meant when he said that stuff about the monster?” Selkra prompted while scouring over a test which pertained to the carnivorous forest in Valenwood.
Yanderas looked up at her from her perusal. “Nothing. He’s almost fifteen thousand years old, the senility has probably hit him by now.”
Selkra didn’t quite agree but didn’t want to argue the point further. “I guess you’re right. Hey, want to workout later? Train a bit together for the task in Valenwood?”
“Uhm sure... so long as we get back after dinner. There’s ‘something’ I have to take care of.” Yanderas said, not making eye contact with Selkra.
“Do I even want to know.” Selkra said before something caught her eye.
It was that dremora from class earlier — Sloth. He looked up from his tome when he sensed her gaze upon him and smiled. It unnerved her and she looked away. Why was a Daedra allowed to walk around scot-free? And in a school of all places.
“Well if it isn’t the silver-haired harlots.” They heard a familiar voice.
Yanderas got up from her desk and turned around to meet the green eyes of Lhana and Ravrenaca.
Selkra got up and joined Yanderas’ side. “Come on Yana, just ignore them.”
But Yanderas wasn’t listening, she was staring Lhana down. “I think your boyfriend prefers me. Figures, you aren’t exactly a dainty princess... Nord.”
Yanderas seized her by her throat and slammed her against a neighboring bookshelf. Ravrenaca cast a shock spell at Yanderas but Selkra jumped in front and took the hit.
But instead of feeling pain or getting hurt. — Selkra felt charged and alive??
‘Wierd’. She thought.
Before the fight could continue however Sloth had made his way to the conundrum and pulled the girls off each other.
“Come on now. How old are you girls? You should know better, and three of you are contestants in the competition. You should seriously try to live up to that namesake.” Sloth chastised politely. His voice remained calm and even, possibly even a touch happy?
Sloth pushed the two duos of girls away from each other with his apparent strength. Ravrenaca and Lhana stumbled towards the entrance of the library.
Lhana looked back at Yanderas. “Don’t think we’re done bitch!”
Yanderas ignored her and looked for Sloth. But the dremora had already returned to his reading.
The figure stepped into the room. It was midnight and the room was flushed in darkness. The figure stepped up to the first bed and looked at it’s owner.
Her precious little boy was sound asleep in his bed. She ran her nimble fingers over his sharp jawline and kissed his forehead. He stirred a bit in his sleep but otherwise didn’t react much.
“Mommy’s only doing this because she loves you and wants you all to herself.” She whispered. He hiccuped cutely in his sleep and she had to suppress the urge to smother him in a death-grip hug.
She reluctantly pulled away from her future husband and stepped around his bed towards her intended target. — Lavelio, who was deep asleep. She ran a hand through his short thin black hair.
And pulled out her knife...
Next Chapter: The First Event
Yanderas Frotula (Yana) by The Frozen Prince
Selkra Verelyn by StoneSeraph7
Sindaarabad Uryaamo (Sindaara) by The Beautiful Princess Ashley
Lavelio Occidit by Cactye
Cîdriôn Shîn (Uncle Cid) by BenjaminBat12
Lhana Quinius by Abiyel
Ravrenaca Nzanchrez by Hrafnfjödr
Ferna Frotula by King Orbitson
Yuno Frotula by The Frozen Prince
Sohrada Nchulthumz by Sneaky Sweetroll
Syndesi Farel Walpole (The Keeper) by LazerCrusher2007
Sloth by Black Sacrament
Kerus Greywyn by Jayzer2002
A/N: King Orbitson, don’t say it. Shh. Just don’t. And if any of you know, don’t say it either.
By the way, look up the word Yandere, I’m not crazy I promise. It’s an actual thing, hence how I came up with a character such as Yanderas.
Vote Below — Should Lavelio live or die? 🔻
-King Bendix Jr. (King Dab)
The Madness of Cyrodiil
It has been many moons since I last wrote one of these. So many new births, so much change in me, so much change in you. During my year of extensive travels, I have learned to chug skooma and not feel the affects, though I keep ending up in ditches for some odd reason. I trapped my beloved wife's soul in a gem, but then that gem broke and I spent some time in prison. Then of course, that awful hanging, my ghost, and then the horrendous feeling of possessing my gran till I found a suitable replacement body. Now, in this young axeman's body, I return to my theories, of which seemingly make a few laughs smile.
In my always extensive travels through the land of Tamriel, I have found the folk of Cyrodiil to be quite... odd. They look young, even the old ones. They talk like a crazed Hagraven with a chip against sentient rocks. Then of course, there are the Orcs of Cyrodiil, who look more like my granda when he was struck ill with gulag surprise. Overall, I find all the citizens of the capital to be more annoying than bees deprived of honey.
I have studied this, more or less for the same reasons I've studied most of the subjects surrounding these theories: for the sake of an answer to life's most posing questions. For instance, why Nords are always drunk, or why Altmer always have an expression of dung smelling, or why there is a severe lack of relieving stations within the land.
The only plausible deniability with which I have arrived at, after long and arduous thinking, pondering, and intense skooma drinking, is that all of these people are inbred, sentient dirt piles, who's minds have yet to truly develope.
No, I'm not serious, for the truth is quite sinister. I actually believe that Sheogorath managed to infiltrate Oblivion, and use the incredible amount of gates as an opportunity to spread madness, for I trace the origin of this activity back to the period of the oblivion crisis.
In truth, it makes more sense than my first approach, which included cannibalistic cows and a rather nasty, dung covered priest with a pension for the dead. See the priest attempted to cure an ailment to the cows, which inturn, made the cow... well, relieve himself on the priest, leaving him covered in dung. Driven mad by his failure, the priest took a liking to relieving himself on the dead. This, inturn, lead to an erotic smell in the air that made all of the citizens go mad. Eventually, the cow grew tired of his creation and ended the priest, but was cursed by Sithis to eat his brethren. The issue was the radius of smell to citizen, which was the biggest flaw. The other, being that I couldn't find the cow who relieved himself on the priest. I have so many questions for that creature...
Greetings I am new and I apologise if this post doesn’t fit the guidelines.
Anyways, I was wondering what summon(s) other people used for each tier in Conjuration e.g. Apprentice, Journeyman etc.
Also I am sorry if this has been discussed previously.
Here’s my list:
It’s cheap, got ranged/melee attacks and can move somewhat fast. Besides, you’ll be at Journeyman in no time.
Journeyman: Headless Zombie and Flame Atronach
HZ is a tanky boi and can destroy a lot of not-as-fast moving enemies. FA has ranged attacks and mobility. I don’t really know why use it though.
Expert: Clannfear and Faded Wraith
Clannfear is fast and has good damage and a surprising amount of health for a little dinosaur. It also has reflect damage which is handy. Faded Wraith isn’t one for mobility but when it’s got a target, it is deadly.
Master: Storm Atronach, Gloom Wraith and Voracious Hunger
Storm Atronach is a good all-rounder; medium-mobility, high health and pretty good damage both ranged and melee. GW is upgraded FW. VH is upgraded Clannfear, with tied highest damage and second-highest health next to GW.
So I was playing the SE version. I was siding with the Stormcloaks in the civil war. We conquered whiterun and I was told to report to Ulfrick about the victory. But there's no dialogue option to report. Pls help. Btw it's the pc version.
I need lots of gold to build my Falkreath house, but I'm having trouble finding good caves for it
Can anyone be so kind to give me some caves I can do with lots of loot?
So since the teaser for TES VI many youtubers have been releasing videos about what the want to see added. Most of it has to do with combat, magic and the biggest thing wanting more npc's to make the world feel alive. While I to want things like that there is one thing I need. I like dual wielding weapons and nothing irritates me more then when I sheath my weapons one just disappears. I need Bethesda to make off hand meshes for sheathed weapons I know it might be stupid but that's my biggest want. Anyone else have any stupid little additions you want in the next game?
As Kerus looks around, Fynvik taps him on the shoulder and pulls him away to a corner and sighs.
"Well laddie... I really thought that ye did kill those priests... I'm sorry for how I've treated you."
He said, probably the first time he's spoken to Kerus seriously as the Aldmer looked with surprise."
"It's not a problem Fyn, I should have told you when we were cast out of the Isles but... You just seemed a little shocked, even when you leapt to my defense from Ferois."
He replied, placing his hand on the Deep Elf's shoulder as they traded a look of respect.
"If you wish, I could make a fine unofficial member of the psijic order of you."
Kerus said as his hands started glowling golden, Ferois peered over and realized what he was going to do as he shouted over.
"Hey! Are we going to clear your name or stay in this crumbling ruin?"
He said and at the insult of his home, Torvum reached for his hammer.
"What was tha' ye snobby Altmer?"
He called back as Kerus held him back.
"Yes, I think that the order will see my loyalty from these contributions and may even restore my status as a member. Let's go."
He replied softly as the Heart and dagger faded away then him and Fyn began to dematerialize as Ferois stood there and bundled up the Chimer and Dwemer.
"Swear he only cares about protecting those he starts to care about... Already put his life on the line for Tandélion... Well, let's go you two!"
He muttered away to himself as he too disappeared.
As they reappeared at the manor, the wall between realms was broken as the Conclave of Eleven Forces together channelled spells to disrupt the barrier then began utilizing levitation to fly towards the house.
"Well here comes the welcome party, prepare to meet the best the order has, no challenge for me though."
Kerus joked as he heard Sithis laugh inside of his head and let him out.
"No challenge jussst like the other mortal that itsss infessstation created?"
The skull said, the lights focusing on Fynvik and he began laughing.
"Ya know, for a figure worshipped by murderers, ye do have a sense of humour!"
The Dwarf nervously chuckled, looking away from Sithis who then turned to face the Altmer climbing some steps at the moment.
"Kerusss' mentor... How could it fail to maintain our barrier?" Sithis angrily said as it peered into the Elf's blind eyes.
"Ah... You're finally back! I take it you got something of equal worth to Ferois' demands from the council?"
Loudly proclaimed the healer, ignoring Sithis.
"Also, who is this? They either have no connections to Aetherius or are the greatest mage when it comes to hiding their power!"
Tandélion said as he stuck his hand out, the glowing veins on his face slowly becoming more apparent as he looked harder. Kerus nudged Fyn with his elbow and he took the wizard's hand.
"I'm Fynvik Torvum o' Kagrumez, nice ta meet ya!"
He said, a little paranoid at the Altmer's reaction to him, assuming him to be just as extreme as Ferois as Tandélion smiled.
"Ah! A member of the deep folk! It's been centuries since I've met one of your race! It's an honour, I'm sorry, is it still polite to call you by your role to your city? I guess mine would be Grand-Sage Tandélion Aurolial"
Tandélion chuckled joyously and shook his hand with lots of energy as Fyn looked with surprise. A few seconds afterwards Ferois appeared and stared at the old man and scoffed.
"Looks like he's finally going senile, trusting those monsters..."
He muttered and Kerus' ear twitched as it echoed in his head.
"It doesss not believe in accommodating Kerusss' new companion, doesss it perhapsss feel envy?"
Sithis whispered in his mind as he focused back onto the two in front of him.
"Well I don't have a city anymore... One o' the reasons this laddie brought me 'ere... I guess ye could call me Sage-friend Torvum If I do decide ta stay. I could also call ya Kind-Elf seeing how yer friend over there always looks like he's preparin' to cut ma throat yet ye only show me joy ta catch up wi' our practices!"
Fyn replied as the older Altmer looked at Ferois with a disappointed stare.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your introductions, but it looks like they are coming into the realm..."
Kerus said quietly as the armoured Sages landed and stood in front of the group.
"I believe you have made a mockery of our kindness Aldmer... Now we must insure you don't contin..."
One of them yelled loudly while summoning clasps that gripped at Kerus' ankles and wrists but whilst speaking, spotted the Dwemer.
"What is that behind you? Have you dared to bring the race that pervert magicka and souls to Artaeum?"
Another shouted and after cracking his neck, Kerus absorbed the shackles to the surprise of the Conclave and stepped forward.
"First, you already knew that snack wouldn't hurt me... Second, you remember that wall you had to break through and the fact that the energy of this place has a different feel to Artaeum? You're in my realm now... I choose who comes here or not so this Dwemer is more welcome than you... Finally, I'll give you all a minute to stand down before I wipe you all from existence..."
Kerus said intimidatingly, manifesting the main elements of Destruction, creating a white cold flame around his body that bolts of electricity ran through and as it got halfway through the minute, two released their spells and took on a calmer posture then Kerus suddenly flared up as a thin layer of ice covered his skin and the flames turned black as the lightning got more erratic, heating up the area as he terrified many members of the Conclave...
That's all for today! I hope you enjoyed this part and will continue to support the series!
Can I have the links for stoneseraphs last two story chapters? I can’t find them at the moment and it’s difficult on a phone in a time crunch, any help is appreciated!
You know when u think about your technically just a dragon trapped in a humans body
Hi there. So before I begin I want say a few things first. About a year ago I posted on here wanting to know if anyone had any doubts about the future of Elder Scrolls, specifically if ES6 would bomb.
Well I want to pose the same question now, except that now there’s been much more... news about the practices of Bethesda and I want to see how the reactions will differ
So everyone... Elder Scrolls 6 what are you concerns about it (if any)
As i was searching a good build i thought of doing a electromancer build but then when i was talking to veezra i thought of shadow scale build so here we go
Name:edgar (but seriously name him shadow scale)
Weapons:duel wielding dragonbone daggers
Apparel:dragon scale armour set with out helm and green cowl
Skill trees:sneak,light armour,one handed,illusion
Perks: every perk from sneak,expert illusion spells,agile defender and all the one handed perks except the mace ,axe and sword perks
Backstory:This is quite a tail (get it) not for the faint hearted. Black marsh , a land full of swamps which was ruled by a king who was protected by the shadow scales . They were a miracle with a blade striking heavily armoured brutes with a single strike. In time they were disbanded , some like veezra joined the dark brotherhood others disappeared. But one shadow scale tried to escape Black marsh but was captured and was sent to helgen to be executed. But alduin(the world eater) drowned helgen with blood of both stormcloaks and imperials but luckily escaped. After the escape he went to whiterun and joined the companions and now kills for gold
Looking to build a Lord of the Rings type Elf, but none of the current armor in game really fits. Does anyone happen to know if an armor retexture mod for Xbox One that would change the appearance of a light armor to look similar to what Legolas and Tauriel wear in the Hobbit series? Thanks in advance!
As you finish the quest to obtain azura's Star you come across a decision you have to make where you either take the star to nelacar or aranea. Who should I take the star to and why?
I play on PlayStation and I’m thinking about playing Skyrim and I just wasn’t sure if it is worth investing so many hours into the game
I know people don't want multiplayer because they don't want another ESO; however, I've met people who just want a Co-op story. Here are some thoughts on how this can work.
1. If Player 1 has an NPC humanoid follower then a Player 2 can jump in and be the NPC.
2. Just a small online 1v1 Arena. You'd take your character and battle another.
3. If the story makes the protagonist not "The chosen one" then a small maybe 2-4 Co-op would be possible.
4. They could really do some freaky stuff and use Shadow magic to make Player 2 another version of Player 1. (This would be cool even without any multiplayer aspect).
5. Have Player 2 be a small pet that is mentioned to find gold and other small things.
BONUS: Most likely none of this will happen.
This is sort of a reference, I’ll be leaving a link to this in my bio. And occasionally necroposting on this if I have to add new characters in my story in the comments.
Also, since I’m nice, I included my fellow Seraph-Style Fanfic author’s Rosters on here too (Seraph, Abiyel, Hrafn)
1. Velyn Soris by StoneSeraph7
2. Veradux the Outcast (Horus Draeq Ogletree) by LazerCrusher2007
3. Karath Na’Rell/Saverio by Astroracer42
4. Thornros Cameron by BosmerBoss2
5. Morrigan Cahill by Pyandonean Huntsman
6. Garen by Nokillingpaarthurnax
7. Mandreax Ryerill by Black Sacrament
8. Leoxs by Frogtech
9. Rúvelion Vasile (Rúve) by The Frozen Prince
10. Eli’Zma Tail-Chaser by Sneaky Sweetroll
11. Hydra by Alpharius and Omegon
12. Able Lazero by Abiyel
13. Valstris Necron by Necron the grander
14. Hrafn by Hrafnfjödr
15. Olzar by Jedi Master Hawke
16. DB Initate by DB Initate
17. Mathieu Dumont by Hellfire ZERO
18. Kerus Greywyn by Jayzer2002
19. Rexus by Dawnknight21
20. Andrew Vezti by Rouge Outlaw
21. Kynreeze by Kynreeze the Beater
22. Ra’Nare by Quantum1125
23. Ryu Kageki by Ryu Kageki
24. Alyzon Lumiere by Rachel Motes
25. Unnamed by Riekling123
26. Titanis Recima by The engineer 123
27. Atrom by Admiral Atomic
28. Thorin Alvogrod by RoguePaladin64
29. Matt by RedMatt007.
30. Derquin by Nightslasher89
31. Dash by TheVeryBestAtNoobing
32. Caedinor by Poisoned Apples
0. Samiel the Defiler (Sam) by Abiyel
1. Nyrikki Red-Thorn by Pyandonean Huntsman
2. Dra' Makash by Jayzer2002
3. Persephone Kilenius Ismenium by The Frozen Prince
4. Glemoral Maples by The Frozen Prince
5. Grim by Kynreeze the Beater
6. Veradux the Wanderer by LazerCrusher2007
7. Talín Mazeroth by Moonstone613
8. Hydra by Alpharius and Omegon
9. Rohannah by Nokillingpaarthurnax
10. Maeka by Black Sacrament
12. Zarza by Ceceiscool04
13. Zelbuldra by StoneSeraph7
14. Gorza Gro-Cashnak by Jedi Master Hawke
15. Memorium Dan Numb by RedMatt007.
16. Olfrik Silver-Soul by Leifthepagan
17. Harold Hawken by Hatem A. Khiamy
18. Thalmar the Slasher by RoguePaladin64
0. Hrefynar by Hrafnfjödr
1. Doodle by Kynreeze the Beater
2. Sarkyl the Vast by StoneSeraph7
3. Clenrim by Abiyel
4. Zorgat-Gro-Umgron by Nokillingpaarthurnax
5. Jonah by The Frozen Prince
6. Veltmir by Pyandonean Huntsman
7. Bob the Traveling Merchant by RedMatt007.
8. Arcamor By ZAVAZggg
9. Gideon by Black Sacrament
10. Aryenya by Sneaky Sweetroll
11. King Bendix by King Bendix
13. Do’Jo by Jedi Master Hawke
14. Tyren by Jayzer2002
15. Eala by ZAVAZggg
16. Troin by The-Nord-In-Rags
17. Ma’lin by BosmerBoss2
1. Yanderas Frotula (Yana) by The Frozen Prince
2. Sindaarabad Uryaamo (Sindaara) by The Beautiful Princess Ashley
3. Selkra Verelyn by StoneSeraph7
4. Bené Fodōr (Norok Pahlok) by King Orbitson
5. Taisoturino Makhasa (Taiso) by Pyandonean Huntsman
6. Sohrada Nchulthumz by Sneaky Sweetroll
7. Ravrenaca Nzanchrez by Hrafnfjödr
8. Kerus Greywyn by Jayzer2002
9. Dagoth Sulvyn (Dagoth Slur) by King Bendix
10. Syndesi Farel Walpole (The Keeper) by LazerCrusher2007
11. Sloth by Black Sacrament
12. Andrew Drumwright by Dragonzkinght
13. Is-A-Hero by Nokillingpaarthurnax
14. Bloodlust by King Orbitson
15. Cîdriôn Shîn (Uncle Cid) by BenjaminBat12
16. Lhana Quinius by Abiyel
17. Amran Amroth by The Beartooth
18. Tervvos Reyani by Whiterun Guard101
19. Samat Dharker by Astroracer42
20. Chradchu Gedchan by Whiterun Guard101
21. Lavelio Occidit by Cactye
So yeah. Just for reference and to make sure I include everyone. If you haven’t already check out StoneSeraph7’s Fanfiction (That still needs a title lol), Abiyel’s story that I believe could also use a title, Yandere by me, Nedeluros by Hrafnfjödr. And also AoKG by Jayzer2002 (which is severely underrated!)
Also look out for my story The Nightingale! Comin in months from now why did I even mention it...
I’ll be adding additional characters in the comments:
Do yall think that the next elder scrolls game will occur before Skyrim or after? And if so how long after skyrim took place.
I would love the hear your thoughts on this.
I think it will occur after skyrim, reasons being thay have already covered a bit of the earlier eras, and in my opinion there would be much more freedom making the upcoming game.
Playing SSE for the first time and was wondering what are some mods you can't do without?
Okay so im doing some reading up on Numidium and it says that after an “unkown person” activates it, there was the “Dragon Break” which was a rupture in time during the events of Daggerfall, could this be referencing when the Ancient Nord heroes used the elder scroll (dragon) to send Alduin forward in time?
I have lately been testing out a really fun build, The Executioner. The main weapon is the headmans axe with chaos damage and absorb health or soul trap, it is really fun. But I can’t find armor, boots, or gauntlets that make me look like a headsman, and since you can’t get the armor the headsmen normally wear I’m at a loss of what to wear that looks, executioner like, I have been using the torturers hood as a helmet. It works well enough. Please give me suggestion below.
Okay, so while starting the main quest, after doing the knights of the nine dlc, when i went to cloud ruler temple. Martin and Jauffries glitche and froze while they talk. Anyone have any idea how to fix it? Please help I am heavy OCD so this is torture.
So I wanted to know when my birthsign was in the elder scrolls (warrior btw) so then u saw the last seed which I remember being the month Skyrim starts off at. Then I thought hey what day was it so I come on the wiki and what do you know the 17 of the last seed which translates to August 17 in the real world calendar which is my birthday!
I know a similar subject is in another discussion but I didn't know if this fit in. People keep on talking about the decap perk... So I though what is the benefit of the decap perk and why is it any good as a perk
So I know this started in, and raged on during much of, the 2nd Era, but when did it end? I know it's not a big question, but I just can't find an end date for it
Edit: It has been solved, mods. Please lock this
Arngeir, myself was confused on this particular selection to curing vampirism, I have been fully fledged with vampirism, and my old crumpled tiny dumb bird brain can't figure out whether you have to kill a guard or a random human, because killing a human is how you fill it but i don't want to mess it up.
Or can you kill a Falmer?
Please tell me the answer below.
What’s the difference between the worship of Malacath and molag bal because they are both worshiped by orcs and they have the same interactions to mortals trying to get you to kill someone with mo lag bal it’s a priest and then you get his mace
I seen a video that says one handed duel wield perk will effect unarmed combat. So does that mean if I get the perk to decapitate with a power strike, will I be able to knock their heads off? Literally?
If the thalmor believe in eleven supremacy how come the dunmer or dark elves side with the nords even though there blatantly racist towards them and kajjitts side with eleven supremacy
I know it takes place in Tamriel but where in Tamriel?
I was doing the deathbrand quest. I killed the pirates at Haknir's Shoal and got the deathbrand helm. I had already started the quest. It pointed me to the body of the dead pirate captain but the treasure map wasn't in his body so I can't continue the quest and it looks like the other ancient chests don't spawn without having the map obtained so I can't get the rest of the armor either. I checked the wiki bugs section and I didn't find anything similar except a bug that makes the map disappear after you have obtained it but there's no solution to that and I didn't ever got the map cause if I had then I could continue the quest. I'm playing on ps4 and I tried reloading the game but nothing changed. I'm not sure but has it got something to do that when I started the quest I had already killed Hagnir death brand and obtained bloodscythe and soulrender without following any quest cause I just hapened to be there? Please help
After all these years, are the Sload still alive after the all-flags navy attacked Thras?
I'm working on a Chimer character, and I really need to know something before I start developing them (considering this thing is the basis for the entire character). So anyways, when did the Dragons come to Tamriel, were they in Morrowind, and would the Chimer ever have any affiliation with them (hunting, praising, ignoring, etc.)?
I just can’t find any other quests after the quest with Ralis the miner who keeps asking for more money
My theory basically starts prior to the events of Darkwater Crossing because we know that the ambush took place at least two days before Helgen. What exactly happened between that and Helgen is a mystery and a gray area. We don't really know where you were picked up but my guess it wasn't Pale Pass or Darkwater. Lokir and You are the only ones dressed in prisoner garb which leads me to believe you were at Fort Neugrad when the Imperial convoy stopped there before progressing the rest of the way to Cyrodiil. However, this is when General Tullius discovers he and the Legion have been cut off from Cyrodiil due to an avalanche. My guess is the Thalmor rigged this to prevent him from reaching Cyrodiil with Ulfric. This would also explain how Elenwen was at Helgen arguing over the custody of the prisoners with Tullius. Still this doesn't really explain why they would want to cut your head off. Ralof explains on the cart ride into Helgen they just grabbed you after he told them you weren't with them. Also Ulfric will explain how no one knew how you got caught up in that mess. This is done if you give the jagged crown to him after betraying the Legion. So, it's clear you being not on the list is accurate because you weren't guilty of anything like the rest of the prisoners. Hadvar reads off the charges and it's odd how Lokir was written as a Stormcloak even though he's not. However, Hadvar explains that you weren't meant to be on that cart and at least exclaims he'd be pissed if he was in your shoes. Still the blame can fall onto General Tullius who oversaw what's going on and did nothing to stop your wrongful execution. Jarl Igmund will comment and apologize for your wrongful imprisonment after No One Escapes From Cidhna mine. Guess I would expect something similar from Tullius. Regardless if he was being watched by the Thalmor or not they didn't want Ulfric executed from what I gathered from Ulfric's Dossier. The Thalmor benefit from the ongoing war so they have an invested interest in Ulfric escaping Helgen. So, it's possible and I believe Elenwen would of have had Helgen leveled if Alduin didn't show up. Also wouldn't it be a PR disaster if you're a Altmer and you were going to be executed? Hadvar even exclaims you're not with the Thalmor Embassy, are you? Just points out that the executions might have been rushed for some reason. If you run into Elenwen near the roads of Helgen she'll say she knows you from somewhere. Implying she saw you on the cart or something else that was cut from the Intro. The same could be said for Tullius because you'd think we'd escape with him like you do Ulfric when you side with Ralof. Given that there's so many inconsistencies it's funny that you being at Fort Neugrad isn't a stretch as there's a cart similar to the ones that took you to Helgen, and the fact it was held by the Imperial Legion up until the events of Helgen. Here we go again! With another Skyrim theory. Next week will be an Oblivion theory, So stay tune! Don't forget to leave your thoughts below! 👇
I heard that Sheogorath is actually your character from oblivion. Is that confirmed fact or is it just a joke from the Bethesda. Also one thing about this makes no sense to me. If you played oblivion as a an argonian or some other race how is he the race he is now?
Hello dudes and dudettes. Welcome to the seventh installment of The Bards College Stars or easily said: TBCS. Let's give a shout-out for these wonderful singers and one of their greatest hits:
Adamantium Levine - Thief's Love
Adelphine - Someone Like Jiub
Avril Lavigilant - 4sworn Boi
Bolt Dylan - Knockin' On Haelga's Door
Carrie Underforge - Talos, Take The Wheel
!nkwell - Lady Mabrigash
Jail-Z - Redguards In Bravil
Joe 'Bear' Esposito - You're The Quest
Kanye West-Gash - Cold Digger
Lil Weynon - Bollipop
Pete Townshezarr - Barbas O'Riley
Rick Astrid - Never Gonna Give You A Contract
Taylor Swift-Swim - Glover Story
Tom Betty-Netch - Frea Fallin'
Ok so I remembered the weaponized forks and knives so I thought of a build
Armor: any clothes
Weapons: fork and knife
Blade of woe optional
Accessories: ring of namira
Ok so I thought I'd marry Lydia to begin with and then later on marry Muiri... But there is an issue ...
I don't know how to get remarried. As a sidenote can anyone explain why I found Lydia dead in honeyside...
Sooo I had an idea but I didn’t really want to try it out because I’m a lazy person but is it possible to kill ulfric before the war and if you can what would happen to the whole storyline??
hey, i haven't been around for ages so i was wondering is there anything new i need to follow or should be aware of with the wiki?
Been waiting so long and its finally here thank you bethesda
Find the spell tome transmute mineral ore and just get all the iron ore you can find turn it to silver then gold and then all you have to do is bring it to pavos at kolskeggr mine once you've cleared it out he'll pay you 50 gold a piece hope this helps if you play vanilla skyrim
Recently moved skyrim from my SSD to my HDD back to my SSD. Thinking I had all of my files. Vortex notified me about some plugins so I reinstalled them but when I try to start skyrim it just gives me the main menu screen without options or smoke or music and on task manager it says it's not responding. Yes I did Loot and SSEEDit. Idk what other options there are. Any help? Suggestions? Similar experiences and solutions?
I was thinking instead of one story I’d of multiple stories almost like in a twighlight zone way where I make up a story some character and I do 3 parts for that character. For example 3 mages guild mages are sent to a cave in the jerall mountains to find a rare alchemical ingredient. They enter the cave and they in smells rancid the moment they enter and as they progress deeper in the cave one of the mages is attacked by an unknown creature and the three mages are split up and all have to find their way out and get the rare ingredient.
A/N: It should be a crime how much fun I’m having writing these! And good news, I have the whole story planned out, 25 Chapters, 2000-3000 words each! This chapter’s a bit shorter but focuses more on the other characters rather than just my precious Yanderas.
A link, if thou art missed previous copy: elderscrolls.fandom.com/f/p/3343172654596264781
Word Count: 2,186
Screams of shock and horror resonated and resounded off the domes and walls of the Gilded Hall.
The five champions were rushed into a private room in the side, the door shut behind them.
Kerus scanned over the dead, even he didn’t know that The Emperor would be this cruel.
‘Snap out of it, they deserved to die. They were impure.’ A voice inside his head advised him.
Among the dead were Tervvos Reyani and Amran Amroth.
“No! That’s my son!” Yelled Andrew Drumwright.
The Redguard lurched at the ground and cradled his adopted son’s head in his lap. “THAT’S MY BOY!” He yelled as tears streamed from his orange eyes and down his gaunt cheek, into his thin chinstrap beard.
Grandmaster Nchulthumz carefully approached to comfort him, but he stood up, holding his Amran’s corpse. He then proceeded to walk down the hall and out the door, eventually exiting the university and leaving to only Lorkhan knows where.
“Well now. Fun times over!” Boomed Bené Fodōr.
“Bloodlust - find some cleaning automatons and get them to dispose of this mess.” Emperor Bené said to his personal assassin and security detail.
The female Nord crossed her right-arm over her chest and nodded before stalking off in a villainous strut.
“Sohrada, why don’t you take the contingency leaders... Or what’s left of them, and explain to our five contestants the nature of the first event.”
“Yes my lord.” She said with an air of reluctance before leading Kerus, Sulvyn and Is-A-Hero into the side room where the champions were waiting.
Despite the fact that her best friend, Amran Amroth was dead. Despite the fact that a part of her knew she should be sad, and knew she should be crying.
She didn’t seem to care..
All that mattered to her was that her dear Sindaara was safe and sound. And she would do ANYTHING to make sure he was safe in the upcoming competitions. He was the youngest contestant after all.
She looked over at him, he was sitting in a chair and gazing at the floor. Obviously reliving the horror he had just witnessed within his young and innocent mind.
Then the door opened and the kindly Grandmaster, followed by Kerus, Dagoth Slur and Is-A-Hero came in.
If she was so kindly why didn’t she do anything. ‘Because she couldn’t’. She had no choice. ‘She wants to rebel but can’t’ Not yet anyway...
“Yanderas, yes?” The Dwemer Grandmaster said to her. “Y-your Professor has left. Most presumably to mourn the death of his son - Amran. So I will be filling in his role and serving as your mentor.”
“And I can assure all of you - none of us were expecting the Emperor to take such rash action.” The Grandmaster added.
Yanderas saw Sindaara look up at her, worried.
Butterflies sprouted up in her stomach and her heart rate increased when he looked at her with his vulnerable little eyes.
‘Don’t worry my dear! I’ll protect you!’ She thought so furiously she hoped he would hear it.
‘Why did you pick the boy, fool?’ Kerus asked himself within the confines of his head. ‘I favor the boy’ The boy is my friend. I will guide him. ‘Idiot! You should’ve picked an older student!’
“Okay, if everything’s settled out there. Everyone follow me out.” Sohrada exclaimed as she reached for the door knob.
“Aaah, our five, brave contestants! Won’t you introduce yourselves?” Prodded the Ka Po’ Tun Emperor as he cast the sonorous spell towards his daughter, despite the fact she had already been introduced, prior to the genocide.
“Ravrenaca Nzanchrez, I will be representing the White-Gold University!”
He moved the spell towards Yanderas. “Yanderas Frotula, Bruma Academy.”
He then moved it to the next champion. “S-Selkra Verelyn, Institute of Mournhold.” She said shyly.
“Syndesi Farel Walpole.” Said the selected contestant of the Black Marsh Contingent. “But I go by The Keeper. I’m from The School of Stormhold.”
Syndesi was a seventeen year-old Argonian. Dark-green scales, blue eyes and a weird, soulless aura about him.
Then the emperor cast the spell on the youngest champion, who spoke up timidly. “Sindaarabad Uryaamo, I-I’m from the Alinor Conservatory.. You guys can call me Sindaara though.” He stuttered towards the end.
“Nice hair Sindaaralla!” Yelled a student from amongst one of the tables.
Yanderas eyes and ears went into hawk mode, to see who the source of harassment towards her love was.
“Anyways, ‘The First Event’ of this prestigious competition will take place in a few weeks time and will be centered in the dense and carnivorous woods of Valenwood! Contestants, come prepared or don’t come at all. I shouldn’t have to inform you all, your lives are on the line here!” Explained the ‘gracious’ Emperor Bené Fodōr.
Kerus Greywyn grabbed the frail Sindaara by the shoulder and reeled him into a corner. “We can win this thing.” He admonished with a whisper.
“O-okay.” Sindaara stuttered, looking squarely into Kerus’ grey eyes.
“You’re the underdog here, remember that. They’ll all be underestimating you. But we’re gonna play to your strengths and show em all that Alinor is where real champions come from!” Kerus enthusiastically explained.
“W-why did you even pick me? Several of the others were clearly a better choice. Stronger, faster.” Sindaara asked, his eyes in disbelief that he wasn’t one of the dead bodies lying on the floor earlier when it was clear to him he should’ve been. “I’m surprised they even selected me to be on the contingent in the first place.”
“It’s not about whose stronger or faster, it’s about who can think-smart! Fourteen thousand years of being alive taught me that!” Kerus did his best to cheer him up. “Heh, we’re both in our ‘fourteens’.” Sindaara exclaimed.
Yanderas looked over at her love, Sindaara.
Grandmaster Nchulthumz put a calming hand on her muscular shoulder. “Focus dear, he’s your competition now.”
Yanderas shot her an incredible look. “H-how?”
“It isn’t exactly hard to discern my dear. Your body language, the fact you always look at him every minute or so.” Said Nchulthumz. “I was in love too once you know. — though I wasn’t as possessive as you.” Yanderas blushed.
‘But he IS my possession. He’s MY BIRTHRIGHT!’ She thought as she glanced longingly in the frail elf’s direction.
Unbeknownst to her, Lhana was gazing at Sindaara too, from across the hall.
“This should be fun.” She said to herself.
Is-A-Hero walked through the streets of The Dwemer City, The Keeper by his side.
“Holy Hist, I can’t believe that son of a bitch actually killed my students. What was the point of even bringing them if they couldn’t encourage and motivate you? If I had known, I would have given my own life instead.” A few tears fell from Is-A-Hero’s face.
“This one thinks you should not blame yourself.” Was all The Keeper, Syndesi said in response.
“You know sometimes I feel like your even more apathetic then that oversized cat we call Emperor.” Responded Is-A-Hero.
But The Keeper said nothing. Instead stared ahead like the emotionless husk he was. ‘Win.’ The gloomy voice of Hermaeus Mora told him.
The streets of The Dwemer City were quiet and devoid of life at this time of night.
“This one wonders what The First Event will entail?” The Keeper questioned.
Is-A-Hero looked down at the younger man. “It’ll take place in the carnivorous forest in Valenwood. So you’ll probably have to avoid carnivorous wildlife or something. We shall do some research on the place in the coming weeks.”
“Okay”. Was all The Keeper responded with, as always, his voice was devoid of any semblance of conscience life.
Yanderas was doing push-ups in her bedroom when she walked in. — Selkra Verelyn.
“Umm hello. I was told we were roommates.” The Chimer girl said shyly. Truth be told; she was very pretty.
Yanderas picked herself off the floor and shook hands with the girl. “And fellow contestants it would seem.”
“No hard feelings?” Selkra enthused.
“Just don’t hurt my Sindaara and we’ll be fine.” Yanderas made it clear, retracting her feminine hand from the greeting.
“Oh, I didn’t know you two were a thing.” Replied Selkra, clearly surprised at the unorthodox reunion.
“We are, he just doesn’t know it yet.” Yanderas smiled.
Selkra laughed audibly. “I see you girl; you tryna slide in there..”
“Yup!” Yanderas winked. She could tell this was going to be the start of a long friendship.
After the two girls calmed down a bit, Selkra initiated in speech: “But that was horrific. - What the Emperor did. I can’t believe he killed them all, even small and innocent Tervvos.”
“Umm yeah... real horrific.” Yanderas faked her sadness.
‘How can I be sad. I have Sindaara and that’s all I’ll ever need.’
Sohrada Nchulthumz was exhausted. The day had wound down to an end and she was getting comfortable in her sleeping chambers.
‘I have to do something about all this. My people and this tyrant fool we call king cannot be allowed to keep getting away with all this. If only I wasn’t bound by death-oath, I could tell someone everything.’
She lied down on her bed and curled under some sheets, allowing her old frame to relax.
‘Maybe there are other ways to get around this blasted oath... perhaps I can instruct other’s nonverbally. Hmm... I think I may have an idea..’
She opened her nightstand with her boney hands and pulled out a spare bit of parchment. Sitting upright, she dipped her quill in an inkwell and began to pen a letter.
‘Dear Mister Andrew Drumwright,’....
Andrew had carried Amran outside the city limits and used his bare hands to dig a hole in the sludge and clay filled ground. He buried his pseudo-son there and placed a headstone to mark the grave.
After his village had been burned and his little brother killed by the Dwemer all those years ago, when he found Amran, alone and scared. He vowed to himself to never let anything happen to him. And here he was, back at square one.
The Redguard vampire stood up, something had to be done about the Dwemeri Regime. He could not, WOULD NOT let them continue to harm people.
“And I won’t stop until Bené Fodōr’s head rests on a pike.”
He turned into a mass of cloud of bats and disappeared, leaving one single rose on his son’s resting place.
Bené Fodōr burst into his chambers, it was the middle of night. He was followed shortly by Kerus Greywyn and Dagoth Sulvyn.
“I am NOT a puppet!” He roared.
“No one said you were my liege! We were simply suggesting that you heed the High Council’s advice-“ Kerus was cut off.
“DAMN the High Council and their ‘advice’.” Bené flipped a table in his rage. Both Sulvyn and Greywyn shuddered intensely.
“And damn Taiso! That snake I call a ‘second-in-command’. Always communing with the High Council! Always refusing to come down here and get his hands dirty like the rest of us! Damn him to oblivion too!” Growled The Emperor.
“Oh, so I’m guessin’ this means you’ll be needin’ a new High Chancellor? May I suggest the devilishly handsome Dagoth Slurrrr.” Dagoth Sulvyn showed himself off with a few hand motions.
“GET OUT!” Yelled The Emperor.
“You did it now Sulvyn.” Kerus muttered, following the former ascended sleeper out of the room.
“I DID IT? Bitch fuck you mean, I DID IT? It was your green-gas nasty ass that turned him off.” Sulvyn taunted back.
The Emperor sighed, grabbing a glass from a nearby tray in his bedroom.
His chambers were large and had a view of the entire city. His king-sized bed near the windows with a open space and a gold door on the right-hand corner leading into his bathroom. Dark-crimson curtains and designs covered the room, giving it an old-style regal feel.
Bené Fodōr stepped into his bathroom and turned the Dwemer-made tap on, placing his cup underneath, allowing it to full to the brim before downing it and closing the tap.
He de-robed himself and stepped into his hot-tub, allowing himself to relax and his senses to take over.
After a few minutes he heard the bathroom door open. The emperor shifted his impressive frame to get a better look at his intruder and saw it was just his personal security guard — Bloodlust.
Figures, she was the only one with the keys in anyways.
“What is it now Bloodlust, can’t you see I’m trying to relax?” Bené catechized angrily.
“Of course master. I was only curious if you wanted me to fetch a bed-warmer for you?” She said in her cold but angelic voice.
“A bed-warmer! Oh yes - I forgot all about those lovely ladies. Yes I’d very much like you to send one, better yet! Make it two!” Declared The Emperor.
“Any particular race you would prefer tonight sir?” Bloodlust prompted from behind her face-mask.
“Hmm... How about an Imperial and Redguard. I’m in the mood for some brown sugar...”
Next Chapter: Bené Fodōr
Kerus Greywyn by Jayzer2002
Amran Amroth by The Beartooth
Tervvos Reyani by Whiterun Guard101
Andrew Drumwright by Dragonzkinght
Sohrada Nchulthumz by Sneaky Sweetroll
Bené Fodōr by King Orbitson
Bloodlust by King Orbitson
Dagoth Sulvyn (Dagoth Slur) by King Bendix
Is-A-Hero by Nokillingpaarthurnax
Yanderas Frotula by The Frozen Prince
Sindaarabad Uryaamo (Sindaara) by The Beautiful Princess Ashley
Ravrenaca Nzanchrez by Hrafnfjödr
Selkra Verelyn by StoneSeraph7
Syndesi Farel Walpole (The Keeper) by LazerCrusher2007
Lhana Quinius by Abiyel
A/N: Sorry Whiterun Guard101, but you have another character you made that I’m going to use and she’ll play a more important role. LazerCrusher, what do you think of The Keeper’s introduction?
Dragonzkinght, now Andrew will be a bit more like how you described!
Shoot your thots below (lol) 🔻
-The Handsome Prince Jonakr
A/N: Okay so this isn’t the best chapter but it’s short and explains some things as well as opening some other things up for interpretation...
Link to the previous chapter if you missed it: elderscrolls.fandom.com/d/p/3343172654596265149
Word Count: 1,923
“Not him again.” Said Paar Pahlok, a Ka Po’ Tun man.
The old, weathered, and grey serpent trailed it’s way up to him. “Why hello Paar. What would you be up to this fine morning? Ooh - is that you’re new boy?” Gestured the abnormally small and aged Tsaesci towards Paar’s infant boy.
Paar’s house was a small wooden shack built into the over-arching underside of a boulder near the eastern beach of Akavir, a ways away from the local village.
He was sweeping his porch when the annoying Tsaesci seer from his village, Nishu-Eru Addak crawled up to him on that sunny morning.
“Hands off Nishu-Eru! I know your kind are always filthy fletchers.” Paar took a slight defensive stance in front of his baby son, Norok Pahlok, who was resting in a baby basket on the chair by the door.
“Hisss! You act as if I’m going to try and eat him.” Nishu-Eru admonished distastefully.
“I don’t know - maybe you are...” Paar warned, loosening up a bit.
“I just came to tell you that I saw your wife — Vahdin, cruising around with Sivaas and his crew last night.”
Paar’s expression instantly turned morbid, in remembrance that his wife had still not returned from her “trip” to the village last night.
“Where is she now?”
“Still at the village I believe. Thus why I came here to tell you.” Nishu-Eru advised.
Paar rushed inside his small house, seemingly to grab something, but the old snake was already on the move. He clanked the door shut and cast a spell - sealing it shut.
When Paar had realized he had been tricked, having foolishly left his only son out by himself, in the company of a backstabbing snake. He began relentlessly pounding on the door, hoping to break it with his ‘Ka Po’ Tun’ size muscles.
The fragile and small Tsaesci took ahold of the baby basket and quickly slithered towards the sea. Once there he set Norok Pahlok’s basket, along with the baby adrift in the sea.
“Be free child - the master has great things planned for you.”
The baby giggled, not knowing of what was to come.
He pushed his canoe through the south-eastern waterways and luscious flower-lilie covered ponds of Tang Mo.
It was peaceful and breathtaking, Church Fodōr quite enjoyed his trips. He was a peace-loving Tang Mo. The monkey-people of south-eastern Akavir.
After a while of canoeing he saw something peculiar hidden under a bushel of blue-water trees. Adjusting himself, he stepped into the invigorating cool water and ducked under the branches to find a baby Ka Po’ Tun wrapped inside a blanket. There were two garden snakes in the basket the baby was contained in — they seemed to be protecting him?
Church Fodōr plucked the small snakes into the water and held the baby boy in his arms.
“Why are you so far from home child?” Church asked rhetorically. The kitten hiccuped, and began to sob. It was dirty and in need of some food.
“Do not worry, I will talk care of you now. What shall I call you?” Church asked himself whilst stepping back towards his canoe.
He rested himself back in it, the baby boy atop his lap. “Bené. After my grandfather.” Church decided.
And henceforth, Norok Pahlok was known as Bené Fodōr.
“Strike it harder!” Encouraged Church to a five year old Bené.
“I’m trying!” He squeaked. Doing his best to roundhouse kick the plush bag that his father Church was holding up for him.
Church lowered the bag to Bené’s waste level. Bené lightly kicked it with his small leg then double punched it.
“Nice job kiddo!” Church said patting his head. “Let me go get us some drinks.” His father turned around and he was gone through the door into their home.
“Father.” Bené called to him.
“Father! Father!” A nineteen year old Bené Fodōr shouted aggressively whilst charging through a rainforest. “Father, where are you?!!”
He came into a clearing and found the slumped, hunched over body of his adoptive father. Sharp fang marks all over him and chunks of his flesh gone.
Unbeknownst to him, a group of vampiric Tsaesci hunters, the ones responsible for his father’s murder, watched him from behind a grove of bushes.
“That’s the one master wanted.” One of them hissed. “Not yet, he’s not ready yet.”
“Hey Cat! Wish to join our group?” The group of hunters said to a thirty year-old Bené who was training in the ways of Ti Chi on his front yard.
They had been watching him for twelve years, waiting for when he would be most inclined to join their cause. Bené was going through financial troubles at the time...
“Is there something you snakes want?” A young Bené questioned peacefully, while balancing on one leg, his hands joined together.
“A means to acquire more wealth.” The leader of the group, Xhaddekagus offered, that piqued Bené’s interest. His father had always taught him to never be greedy but he was in desperate need of the money.
Bené set aside his equipment and invited the group in for some tea to discuss. The snakes were so confident that he would accept their offer that they didn’t sugarcoat or hold anything back.
“We can help you with your apparent financial problems, but only if you agree to help us with thinning the herd...” Xhaddekagus said.
“You mean to murder innocents for payment?” Bené inquired, horrified.
“Well - of course.. it’s good sport.”
“No, absolutely not! Take your ‘business’ elsewhere.” Bené demanded.
Xhaddekagus, feeling quite humiliated for being wrong about Bené. He was certain that he would join after twelve consecutive years of extensively stalking him for the master...
The dark-green Tsaesci accidentally let it slip that: “Weak and pathetic.. just like that monkey father of yours!” Bené narrowed his eyes at the serpent. “W-what did you just say?”
“What was his name? Oh yeah - Church Fodōr.. kind of ridiculous name is that?” Xhaddekagus taunted, grinning briefly.
Bené brutally uppercut him, knocking the dark serpent to the ground. He broke out into a fight with the small group but ultimately lost. A diamond-white colored Tsaesci girl named Paralysis was about to kill him when Xhaddekagus stopped her.
“Don’t! The master needs him! Just paralyze him and wipe his memories.” Paralysis hissed before lightly biting Bené on the neck and waiting for the group mage to cast the memory-wipe charm on him.
Bené awoke on a hammock in a beach-side home, it seemed strangely familiar..
A Ka Po’ Tun man who also felt familiar entered the house, followed by a woman.
“Hello son, how’re you doin?” The man asked.
“Son? I’m not your son! I don’t even know who I am.” Bené shouted, looking around wildly as the man and woman took a seat near him.
“I didn’t mean it in the literal sense. I meant son as in kid or friend, that type of son.” The kind stranger explained himself.
“A talking owl informed me that your name was Bené Fodōr and that you were attacked and left for dead. I found you this morning on my run, the owl was nearby and told me. So I brought you back here and nursed you back to health with my wife.” The Tiger explained.
Some points of realization began to connect in Bené’s head. “I see... and you are?”
“I’m Paar Pahlok, and this is my wife — Vahdin Pahlok.”
“Good to meet you.” Bené let out as he sat upright, balancing himself and the dizziness that was forming within his head.
“I notice you’re quite fit. Care to train with me sometime?” Asked Paar.
“Sure Vahdin, I’ll take a few of those before I leave.” Said a forty year-old Bené Fodōr.
His caretaker and friend — Vahdin Pahlok was giving him a few home baked batches of a protein enriched food before his journey to who knows where.
Paar had died a few months ago and Bené took it as a sign that he needed to move on with his life.
He explored and traversed the open stretches of Akavir for some time before happening across an ancient cave, filled with some old ruins.
He saw a small garden snake scurry out of it...
He entered the old ancient cavern and immediately sensed something was wrong. But curiosity got the better of the cat and he went deeper and deeper in before surfacing the main chamber, which was colossally huge.
Enough to fit the world’s largest — “Dragon!” Bené exclaimed as the room lit up, revealing it’s contents.
Bené readied himself for a fight he was sure he would lose. But the old dragon did nothing to react, instead spoke up: “Do not attack me mortal, for I was once like you.”
Bené gazed upon the ancient beast and realized that he was quite different then most dragons. This dragon was long and thin, much like a serpent. With four legs and no wings. Horns and sharp teeth, — an Akaviri Dragon. Was this the legendary Tosh Raka, the Tiger-Dragon of fabled tales? The only Po’ Tun who succeeded in becoming a Dragon. Well not in the traditional sense anyways.. He looked closer to a walking serpent.
“Tosh Raka? Why are you here?” Bené Fodōr asked like a foolish child.
“I can teach you mortal - I have grown weak in the centuries that I have wasted away here. My people, the group of Po’ Tuns I taught, never succeeded in becoming dragons like me and died trying. So I came here in shame. I’ve been waiting and praying to Akatosh that a champion come so that I may transfer my powers unto him and train him so that he may complete that for which I never could.” Tosh Raka explained.
“It will take longer then thought possible, but I can teach you and give you powers that would equate you to a god.” Tosh Raka continued, enticing Bené Fodōr further.
Bené’s lust for power took over “Yes! I agree; teach me!”
And so for two-hundred years Tosh Raka transferred his powers to Bené and taught him everything he knew. Bené festered and mustered and accumulated in that cave, growing more power hungry by the minute, devolving in morality and evolving in other ways.
Finally after two hundred years, the near-death Tosh Raka, drained of all his energy gave one last order to his student.
“Now with this power. Destroy Tamriel.”
“What about you my master?” Bené prodded worriedly.
“I am no longer your master. You are your own master now. As a dov, I cannot die. So I will stay in this cave, in my forever-weakened state. The day will come when the world-eater will return in full force and then I shall gladly perish with the world. But until then, leave me here.” Tosh Raka told him his sentiments.
“I will. I understand, Tamriel is mine.” Bené Fodōr agreed and eventually left the cave.
He set off from the western shore of Akavir, the province of Tsaesci and headed to Tamriel.
On his way there he passed by an iceberg that had a passage melted through it. It looked as if it had once been the prison of a man... or elf.
He arrived on the eastern shore of Morrowind alone. Ready to begin his conquest of Tamriel.
“He’s here.” Said the female Dwemer, Chradchu Gedchan to the other members of the Dwemer High Council.
“Exxssellentt.” Hissed a voice.
Next Chapter: First Lessons
Paar Pahlok by The Frozen Prince
Nishu-Eru Addak by The Frozen Prince
Bené Fodōr (Norok Pahlok) by King Orbitson
Church Fodōr by King Orbitson
Xhaddekagus by The Frozen Prince
Paralysis by The Frozen Prince
Vahdin Pahlok by The Frozen Prince
Tosh Raka by Godd Howard
Chradchu Gedchan by Whiterun Guard101
A/N: This chapter might have been boring but remember a story is a complete set, it’s not only the fun parts all the time. It’s a complete set. But despite that I will try to keep future chapters more interesting!
And fret not, The First Event in Valenwood between our five contestants is underway!
*Opens Arms Wide* Hit me with that critique, I can take it. (Lo Kii like gettin’ hit, shh) low 🔑🔻
-That One Guy Who’s Frozen and Waiting for Velyn Boi
I don't know how much sense it makes for a imperial to become dragonborn. Would someone please elaborate on why it makes sense?
Skills: 1h, smithing, heavy armor,
Home: breezehome whiterun
Favorite weapon: orcish war axe
Dark elf battle mage with archmage robes dragon cultist mask +50 magicka ring and amulet and nightingale boots I also have serana as a follower
I have Skyrim remastered on the Xbox one but it’s a getting stale if you would recommend it which version shall I get morrowind standard elsewhere or the newer versions
Okay, so I want to say thank you especially to my sister, The Beautiful Princess Ashley. And thanks to everyone who’s been reading my fanfic
Because of a comment Ashley left on chapter three of my story regarding something in particular. I have rethought my entire 70 chapter saga.
I’m canceling it and moving to the alps! Okay not really but I am canceling the saga despite being well into it.
She gave me some advice on villains in particular and I hatched an idea for something I think you all and she will enjoy.
So consider The Old Kingdom canceled!
And instead it will be replaced by The Nightingale.
A 20 chapter focused story which merges and rewrites the Thieves Guild and Dark Brotherhood quest-lines from Skyrim completely. The main focus being a damn good villain!
I already have four proof-readers on board and WILL NOT be rushing this whatsoever.
After Yandere is finished, I will begin work on it and complete the whole thing before posting one chapter a week on here.
I hope you can all be there to read it, even though it isn’t Seraph-Style. It will be pretty focused and well-oriented.
If you’ve read the trailer for The Old Kingdom, you already have an idea of where I’m going with this.
I’m still going to write Yandere quickly, but The Nightingale will be a work of my best effort.
So once again, thx to Ashley. And I know you don’t read fanfics, but I hope you read that one when it’s ready, it won’t let you down.
yes, it's a stealth archer.
Weapons: Dragonbone Bow (Enchant with Fiery Soul Trap and Chaos), and two Dragonbone Daggers (enchant with whatever).
Armor: Dragonscale armour minus the helmet (wear the cowl instead). Enchant everything you can with fortify archery.
Backstory: an infamous archer from Black Marsh, he was eventually caught by law enforcements in the act of killing one of his targets.
after escaping prison, he started traveling all over the place picking up assassination missions, avoiding guards, and stealing sweetrolls.
he decided, after killing a noble in Cyrodill, that he should travel up to Skyrim (as he heard there was a civil war going on, a perfect opportunity to get a few new jobs).
unfortunately, he was caught at the border and taken to Helgen.
Playstyle: Kills-For-Coin is a loner. he distances himself from people and doesn't care about anything but himself.
for combat style, shoot everybody you can in the shadows. when spotted, pull out the dual daggers to finish them off.
for factions, you'll join the Dark Brotherhood, as that's the best way to pick up jobs. choose all the "remain silent" options that you can.
Can somebody send me a link to the off topic
A/N: A new chapter so soon! I’m busy in the upcoming weeks and thus had to post this quickly! Warning, a lot of that aforementioned weirdness will come to light this chapter. Not for the feint of heart.
Here’s a link to the previous chapter, if you missed it: elderscrolls.fandom.com/d/p/3343172654596264265
Word Count: 3,134
“Uhm, Nirn to Yanderas... You there?” Questioned Amran from next to her.
But Yanderas was too busy admiring her new lover.
An Altmer boy, no older then fourteen, with pale white-skin, shoulder-length amber colored hair that matched his eyes, and a small, heart-shaped face. His physique was frail and small. She could probably break him in two if she tried.
“Oh! His neck!” She said aloud, eliciting a few glances.
‘It could fit just perfectly in the palm of my hand...’
The precious beauty met her eyes and his cheeks flushed with red. She smiled predatorily at him, which caused him to look down at his shoes, embarrassed.
She then caught the way he gulped. The way his neck went up, and then went down.
“Why do I have a feeling you aren’t saying ‘mmmmm’ about the pea soup?” Amran shook her from her daze.
“Don’t bother me Amran. I’m planning on how I’ll capture my trophy.”
Just then the Grandmaster stood up. “Everyone. The emperor will be joining us shortly. Please stand up and show your respects!”
Everyone stood up and formally, crossed their right arms across their chests. Yanderas looked back and saw her future husband timidly mimicking the others — a bit frightened it seemed.
The doors to the Gilded Hall were promptly opened by two Dwemer humanoid automatons.
And through them the Emperor, Bené Fodōr himself walked in calmly, his massive physique swaying with him.
He assessed the room and made eye contact with the leader of the Alinor contingency — Kerus Greywyn, followed by a nod to the leader of the Morrowind contingency — Dagoth Sulvyn.
‘Odd.’ Thought Yanderas.
She saw Grandmaster Nchulthumz scowl at the Emperor. She clearly wasn’t a fan of his.
The emperor was followed by two girls who seemed to be best friends.
The first was a Khajiit, probably seventeen. Her height being five-three, she had white fur with grey-tabby markings and wore Dwemer light-armor.
The other girl was Imperial, also seventeen. Her height being five-two. Her hair went to her mid-back and was strangely enough strawberry-red, despite her being an Imperial.
‘Clearly she colors it.’ Yanderas wondered.
Her eyes were Forest green and her body was the perfect example of petite-femininity. Those type of girls that liked to rub it into your face that they were prettier then you. Yanderas already hated her.
They made eye contact. Violet against green. The girl smiled at her, as if saying “Bring it on.”
Behind the two girls was another girl. She was a Nord, surprisingly enough. A build similar to Yanderas’ own. She wore Dwemer-light armor except it was light-blue and white. Her face was covered by a mask. Her hair platinum-blonde and neck-length, her eyes red. She had some sort of Dwemer blaster on her back. Probably nineteen years old and also six feet tall.
The emperor approached The Grandmaster. “Aaah Sohrada. How goes it.”
“Please your highness, it would be best if you addressed me as Grandmaster Nchulthumz in front of the students.” She looked a bit scared. Like there were some things she wished she could say, but just couldn’t - out of fear.
“Yes-Yes the formalities. Anyways.”
Grandmaster Nchulthumz quirked a blue-black eyebrow. “Why is Lhana not seated with the other students?”
“She is my daughter’s best friend. She is allowed to do whatever she pleases.” Answered the emperor.
Clearly the Khajiit was his adopted daughter.
Lhana, the red-haired Imperial, threw a haughty expression towards the Grandmaster and balanced her body-weight onto one hip while crossing her arms.
‘I am going to murder that bitch one day.’ Thought Yanderas in regards to Lhana.
“Oh and this is Bloodlust — my security detail.” Bené Fodōr gestured towards the red-eyed Nord woman with a mask over her face.
The Grandmaster looked back at the ghost of a woman. “Are you sure you even need security my Lord?”
The emperor ignored her, instead stepping up to the podium and casting a spell on his neck which enhanced his voice’s volume so that everyone could hear him.
“Welcome everyone to the White-Gold University. I’m told we have Bruma Academy, Institute of Mournhold, The School of Stormhold and the Alinor Conservatory with us here today. It’s such an honour to host all these fantastic schools and I sure do hope you all enjoy your stay here in my city - The Dwemer City.”
Yanderas couldn’t help but feel that the Emperor’s speech was fake and rehearsed.
‘Pritty kitty. Pritty Kitty. PrItTy kItTy! LeT mE rIp OfF YoUr fUr and MaKe a SwEaTuRR!!’
“Tomorrow night we shall have the Contestant selection! But for now please, enjoy, rest, and converse amongst yourselves.” With that the room started bursting into chatter.
“Hey there! I’m Tervvos Reyani!” Said a short Dunmer boy from the Morrowind Delegation. About the same age as them but he was a midget with short fiery ginger hair.
“Good to meet you, I’m Amran Amroth.” Amran shook hands with the small Dark Elf. “And this here’s my friend — Yanderas.”
Yanderas was gone though. Amran looked over and saw her slide into a seat next to a small High Elf boy. He looked terrified of her, like she was going rip his throat out or something.
“Well you see that, that I don’t appreciate.” Tervvos whined.
“People always ignore their loved ones for complete strangers. They look for completion in others but don’t realize they already have it.” Amran explained absentmindedly. He took a sip of the pea soup.
“Whoa, this just got deep.” The short elf proclaimed.
“But it’s true.” Amran said. “Always cherish those who are closest to you. They could die any second and you’d never know. Sometimes I wish Yanderas would understand that.”
“Amran - More like Am-God. Amirite?” Tervvos joked. Causing Amran to roll his eyes.
Sensing that Amran was growing bored and more reserved by the second, Tervvos spoke up unprecedented, once more. “I’m actually eighty-seven. I only look and act sixteen. Mmmhmmm.”
Amran shot him an incredulous look. “And I hear Skyrim is lovely this time of year.”
“Oooh really? Do you think they have any Dwemer-Mark resorts there? Would love to visit if it’s safe!” Tervvos exclaimed, his face showing his belief.
Amran shook his head and continued to drink his soup. ‘Sometimes I wish I was dead’ He thought morbidly.
“M-my name’s Sindaarabad. B-but you can call me Sindaara.” The small boy shuddered and stuttered in her presence. She wasn’t surprised, she was absolutely beautiful after-all.
“Sindaara? Are you some sort of girl? Wouldn’t be too far off, you ask me.” She teased, taking ahold of his thin wrist which caused his heart-rate to skyrocket.
He looked away from her soul-piercing gaze but she continued to observe his boyish features, taking in his small fragile face that would probably crack if she pressed it too hard.
“Sindaara. My sisters called me that to tease me. The story of Sindaaralla, it’s a story of an Altmer princess who was abused by her step-sisters and step-mother until she found her Prince Charming.” Sindaara explained. Still looking away out of fear that she might kill him if he were to gaze at her goddess-like face.
“My three older sisters bullied me a lot, so they would call me Sindaara. Because - as a boy, I found it annoying to be called a girl’s name. But after my sisters... left. - The name just stuck. I guess it fits because my life has mirrored Sindaaralla’s a lot.”
The other Altmer and Bosmer students had inched away from the two, and were trying to diffuse their own conversations.
“So does that make me your Princess Charming?” Yanderas queried seductively, biting her lower lip.
Sindaara nearly choked when she said that and looked away, blushing profusely. But she could see the outlines of red perfectly on his pale skin.
“No friends?” Yanderas asked.
He looked up at her with his big, innocent honey-amber eyes. So vulnerable and exposed. She wanted to just grab him and smother him to death.
‘Awwwww. Mommy’s here now baby. No OnE WiLL EvEr ToUcH yOu!’
He shook his head side to side. “My Sister is back home, she was my only friend.”
Yanderas intertwined their hands. “I’ll be your ‘friend’...”
“I-if it’s okay with you. If you want too. I’m pretty boring, so if I offend you or let you down in any way, I-I’m sorry. Just please don’t hurt me.” Sindaara stuttered. He was actually quite terrified of her it seemed.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me my darling. I’ll ALWAYS keep YOU safe.” She finished with an air of finality.
She could literally destroy him if she wanted. But he was her precious little boy now. And she would destroy ANYONE who got in-between her and him.
‘Mommy’s going to take goood care of you darling...’
His contingency leader, Kerus Greywyn. An Aldmer with a grey-haired bun and beard, pale golden skin with wrinkles and blue veins along with grey eyes. Standing at over seven feet tall. A toned but aged physique hiding underneath his blue garb. Called him over.
Sindaara rose but realized his hand was still connected to Yanderas’. She rose too and gazed into his sweet as honey eyes.
He was a full two inches shorter then her, which caused him to quiver even more and he seemed to want to sink into his shell and hide — clearly intimidated by her.
“I’ll see you later my darling.” Yanderas ran her fingers over his twig-like arm and skeletal chest area. Before turning around and sashaying away — making sure there was more sway to her hips then usual. Sindaara shivered when he felt her warmth leave him. But eventually turned around and silently stooped towards Professor Greywyn.
Neither of them noticed that Lhana had been watching them, an evil grin forming on her perfect pink-lips.
Night had come and the students were getting sorted into their dorm rooms.
The sleeping quarters were on the higher levels of the palace and composed of wide corridors with doors to the individuals living spaces - housing two students each. They were mostly made of a surprisingly familiar and homely wood, along with the customary Dwemer metal reinforcements.
Yanderas’ sleeping quarters were across the hall from Amran and Tervvos’. Her bunk-mate still hadn’t shown up. She was surprisingly enough supposed to be a Changed Elf, a Chimer from the Morrowind Contingent.
The room had two Dwemer-style twin beds, a plush bean-bag chair in the corner. Along with some golden gates that lead to the bathrooms and some drawers and chests for storing their belongings.
Yanderas heard some noises from outside her room and got up to investigate. She creaked the door open and saw Amran and Tervvos doing the same from across the hall.
But what were they looking at?
She averted her gaze down the hall and saw Grandmaster Nchulthumz along with Dagoth Slur conversing. Some Dwemer Medi-Bots had an elven girl with them. But instead of being on a gurney or stretcher, she was on something you wheeled mechanical parts or luggage on.
“It happened again, didn’t it?” Asked the Grandmaster.
“You bloody well better know it fucking happened again! She’s the best of my Swearers, I can’t have her doing this again! It’ll elicit suspicion.” Explained Dagoth Slur.
“Oh Sulvyn, don’t call them that. The Morrowind Contingency is not your little group of ‘swearers’.” Corrected the Grandmaster, her constant admonishment of Slur was quite entertaining.
They wheeled the girl away, past Yanderas’ room so she got a good look at her face.
She looked to be seventeen, a whole inch taller than Yanderas herself. The girl’s eyes were the same color as Yanderas’ hair. Her skin was blemish-free and golden, but different then most Altmer. A very vivid and deep gold. Her hair was the same color and length as Yanderas’ own. But like the Grandmaster’s, it was divided into braids, but her’s were in the hundreds and band together by some sort of shadow-energy.
And a cloak of mist and shadows seemed to surround her. It was clear this was her roommate - Selkra Verelyn. The Chimer.
“She’ll be fine by the morning Sulvyn, definitely in time for the contestant selection.” The Grandmaster explained to her purple-cloaked associate.
“You’d better fucking hope so. And it’s SLUR! Not Sulvyn!”
“Is that-a.. personal attack or something?” The Grandmaster prodded.
Dagoth Slur responded with a vacant expression, eyes blinking under his golden mask.
“I was joking Sulvyn. Thought you oughta get it.” Sohrada explained, crossing her arms.
“Who are you and what have you done with the Grandmaster?” Sulvyn questioned jokingly.
After the medi-bots and staff members cleared out, Yanderas crept over to Amran and Tervvos’ room.
“What was all that about?” Questioned the abnormally short Dunmer.
“Who was that girl? The Chimer?” Yanderas interrogated, she wanted to know more.
“Who Selkra?” Tervvos asked rhetorically. “She’s a weird girl, says she woke up in some prison, doesn’t remember anything before that. The Dwemer supposedly found her and brought her to the Institute of Mournhold. She keeps to herself mostly, quiet girl. Haven’t really talked to her. Though she is powerful and most of us figure she’s going to be the selected contestant for the Inter-School competition.”
Yanderas pondered to herself for a bit before Amran broke her train of thought.
“What was with you and that Altmer boy? I’ve never seen you interested in any guys before. I was actually starting to think you were into girls. — Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Well the Dwemer might have some rules regarding that.”
“I’m not into girls Amran. But the Dwemer are still assholes for imposing sanctions on same sex couples.” Yanderas explained her thoughts. Taking a seat on a nearby bed.
“Alright but you still didn’t answer my question.” The black-haired boy prodded.
“I don’t know - something snapped inside me when I saw him. He’s so cute I could just choke him to death...” Yanderas let out while her eyes became dreamy.
Tervvos eyes went wide. “Guuurllll, I think something snapped inside you a long time ago.” He snapped his fingers twice.
“Probably when her mother died and older sister was kidnapped.” Amran added, sorrow filling his deep-blue orbs.
Yanderas stood up and gazed out the window, showing a view of the whole city and surrounding Dwemeri countryside. She could see some steam centurions below, unloading cargo from some ships on the mote.
Amran came up beside her. “Just ease up on him a bit - he’s only fourteen. Still a child. You have to be gentle with him.”
“I’m right here you know!” Tervvos yelled. “And for your information I’m sixteen, well technically speaking I’m eighty-seven. So thus, NOT A CHILD!”
“We weren’t talking about you idiot.” Amran called back. “Oh.” Tervvos sighed.
“Thank Lorkhan almighty for that!”
Yanderas turned around. “We we’re talking about my future husband. Sindaara.”
Tervvos looked at Amran. “She’s coo coo for Cocoa Puffs alright.” Amran only shrugged in response. He was used to Yanderas’ unpredictability and antics.
Deciding to change the subject, Amran prompted another conversation. “I’ve always found it odd that the Dwemer outlawed worship of the Nine Divines, but almost force us to pray to a dead god - Lorkhan, or Shor. Whatever you wanna call him.”
“Well they did use his heart to create Numidium, back in the first era. Before they all disappeared. And it’s said that the monster they brought with them when they returned, was one of the aspects of Shor or Lorkhan.” Yanderas exhaled.
“The same monster that froze Atmora, sunk Yokuda and caused Aldmeris to disappear?” Tervvos added thoughtfully, placing a thumb on his chin.
“You know.” Amran said after a few brief moments of silence. “The Dwemer High- Council is said to commune at the top floor of this university. They must have all kinds of secrets hidden up there.”
“Ooh - Did you see the airship up there too? Apparently some sort of Dwemer Air-Ship is connected to the top of the palace.” Tervvos worked in excitedly.
“Whatever, what are we supposed to do about any of this anyways. I’m gonna go catch some shut-eye. See you guys in the morning.” Yanderas yawned and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
‘Always the show of strength and dominance isn’t she?’ Amran thought to himself.
“Not gonna lie - your friend’s hot as fuck.” Tervvos snickered cheekily.
“Keep your mouth shut elf, she’s practically my sister. And if you really are eighty-seven, then that makes you a pedophile.” Amran admonished.
Tervvos’ face turned a shade of red that matched his hair. “I AM MOST CERTAINLY NOT! I’ll have you know I was a—“
‘Oh brother.’ Amran sighed. “Why couldn’t I have just died in the village.”
“Now for the contestant selection. My adopted daughter - Ravrenaca Nzanchrez shall be the White-Gold University’s contender!” Boomed the Emperor Bené Fodōr.
Ravrenaca was the short, white-furred Khajiit from before. Best friends with the Imperial Lhana.
A round of applause went off in the Gilded Hall. It was the night of the Contestant Selection and everyone was anxious.
Kerus Greywyn, Dagoth Sulyvn, Andrew Drumwright and Is-A-Hero all stood up and approached the Emperor at the front of the hall.
Is-A-Hero was the leader of the Black Marsh Contingent. A traditional Saxhleel Argonian, six feet tall. Garbed in heavy alligator-scaled armor. Pale green scales, short but pointed horns arose from the top of his forehead. Sharp claws and a barbed tail along with ancient hist-like tattoos over his entire body.
“Please my friends. Call forth your contingencies and select your champions!” Bené Fodōr ordered.
The Dwemeri Grandmaster watched with haste and trepidation.
Soon enough all the contingencies were lined up at the front of the hall, next to each other.
“Pick your contestants.” Bené commanded.
The contingency leaders each plucked a student from the line-up and stood them next to the contestant of the White-Gold University: Ravrenaca Nzanchrez. The teenage Khajiit smirked at her four rivals.
The contingency leaders stood behind their contestants.
The remaining eleven students from each contingency were still lined up formerly, awaiting further orders.
Bené Fodōr made a curling motion with his red-furred finger to the streamlined Dwarven ballista that was placed next to them, oddly enough.
In less then half a second all the remaining members of the Skyrim, Argonia, Morrowind and Alinor delegations were dead. Their bodies sprawled on the floor of the Gilded Hall with a thick ballista-shot hole through them all.
Killing forty-four birds with one stone.
The only foreigners that remained were the contingency leaders and their selected contestants.
“Call it... population control of the unworthy.” Said the Emperor Bené Fodōr.
Next Chapter: The Five Contestants
Amran Amroth by The Beartooth
Yanderas Frotula by The Frozen Prince
Sindaarabad Uryaamo (Sindaara) by The Beautiful Princess Ashley
Sohrada Nchulthumz by Sneaky Sweetroll
Bené Fodōr by King Orbitson
Kerus Greywyn by Jayzer2002
Dagoth Sulvyn (Dagoth Slur) by King Bendix
Ravrenaca Nzanchrez by Hrafnfjödr
Lhana Quinius by Abiyel
Bloodlust by King Orbitson
Tervvos Reyani by Whiterun Guard101
Selkra Verelyn by StoneSeraph7
Andrew Drumwright by Dragonzkinght
Is-A-Hero by Nokillingpaarthurnax
A/N: So who are the four other contestants? Who died? I know character death this early is unheard of... but this story is unorthodox and you’ll understand why eventually.
Also, If I offend anyone or have offended anyone with any part of this story. Please notify me so I can apologize and correct my mistake(s). Thanks!
Leave me your thoughts below! 🔻
-The Prince of Frozen Things
Are you an artist?? Well, i have a little request .I started playing oblivion again. My new character is a breton mage- archer. He is also the sneaky kind. He is tall , he has ponytail ,charcoal hair. He has green sparkling eyes .he has also slightly long ears, from his father who was bosmer. His bow is black (the one of The Shimering Isles i dont remember its name) and i actually dont know what clothes - armor hes wearing .Can you draw him for me???
This build is inspired by the real-life Varangian Guard, bodyguards of the Byzantine Emperor who mainly came from the Scandinavian area to get battle experience working for the Eastern Romans.
Accordingly, my Varangian Guard is a Nord who served the Empire in Hammerfell by guarding the elite of Sentinel during the Great War. As a loyal Nord, the Empire’s betrayal of Hammerfell by signing the White-Gold Concordat was too much for him to bear, and he - along with most of the Varangian Guard - sided with the Redguards and renounced their allegiance to the Empire. In my head canon, the Varangians were highly influential in the success of the Redguard resistance against the Aldmeri Dominion. At the start of Skyrim, the Varangian Guard hears of a rebellion in his homeland, and he decides to head back to assist his kin in repelling the disgraceful Empire he once served.
The Varangian Guard
Weapons: Windshear, Targe of the Blooded
Armor: Alik’r Hood, Blades Armor, Steel Imperial Gauntlets, Steel Shin Boots
Disclaimer: IMO the Empire is better but for this character in particular his backstory means he hates the Empire with a passion.
How can I easily get lots of building materials. I keep doing quest but I get barely anything.
Edit: Before anyone goes off and call me dumb I know I can smash vases do jobs and the abyss too. But I still barley get anything. I need to double my stash of healing potions and for that I need the alchemist. I'm leveled up enough I just need the materials. So how can I get stuff like limestone, timber, etc.?
Hello, i'm King Orbitson. Today, I will make a quiz based on The elder scrolls. There are 4 rules:
- Do not check the answer from google
- Do not ask anyone
- I will announce the 3 right fastest people in this post after 12 hours (except if there already a winner)
- You can't change your answer
Without further ado, lets get this started!
What university in Scandinavia teaches Skyrim to help children learn Scandinavian culture?
A. Gouston University
B. Dreyton University
C. Moulas University
D. Gerald University
E. Houston University
Good luck! :)
Padomaic or Anuic. These terms simplified refer to the god Shor or lorkhan and wetehr or not he was a good diety.
If you are padomaic you would believe lorkhan is a creator and the reason mortals have life in mundus. This is the view point of mostly the man races of tamriel who Revere him.
If you are Anuic however you would believe lorkhan is a trickster who is the reason the races of tamriel are mortal and not immortal. This is the general ideaology of the elves who loathe him.
I personally am padomaic as I believe lorkhan is the reason why mundus exists and while the spirits may have lost their immortality I think like the dunmer in how their mortality is a trial to make a better spirit.
there, I said it.
It may just be my mind forgetting, but why are Orcish strongholds so far east of their homeland? Shouldn’t they have been pushed back to only hold strongholds in The Reach? Or did the early Nords cook up a deal with them?
Ok so if you could live on any continent that wasn't tamriel and yes it could be destroyed what would it be.
1handed Armsman, Dual Flurry
Heavy armor, Fists of Steel
Sneaky/Light Armor/ Illusion (Invisibility)
So I been advertising this build to people because it is fun as can be. You get your sneak on and punch everything until it dies. 75/25 Stamina/Health. Oh, and the name I'm using? Punching Judy.
The only problems are ranged mages/archers and sometimes dragons that refuse to land. Damage is through the roof and being that just about nothing can ever even see you, it is loaded with fun blood and victory.
When i get the feed menu and click on it it won't do nothing help
Just wanted to know can you do this more than once
So this is just about what kind of Factions questlines and other side quest ideas would you really want in the next game
Personally I really don’t want the factions to be as boring and uninteresting as they were in Skyrim
So I've started the dark brotherhood quest line I've killed alot of people and as a result I keep getting inheritance letters and I hardly know these people... is this normal
Why nobody talk about this? It's a thief cache (judging by the mark beside it). How did it end up there? Who put it there? Why must it's beside Ysolda's house? Why it's not exactly hidden? Is there a connection between Ysolda and TG? And why no one mentioned that it gets owned after unofficial patch??? :''''') am sad, my thingies are all there K, don't mind that last one. Anyway, cos it's owned now, who owns it? Is there some way to find out through console commands? And why would a thief cache owned by somebody? Like... the things in the barrel one is free to take.
I mean you meet a lot more Deaedra than Aedra. Why you Think is THAT?
A battle-weary argonian gazes across the grand vistas of Skyrim, longing for home - a home so very far away.
Argonian is kind of a cross of Skyrim and ESO with an original armor set. I really just winged this one but it turned out ok I think. Hope you guys enjoy.
Today in making a sorcerer build I'm not using heavy armor because sorcerers using armor makes no sense. anyway all be using the black arts as a sorcerers aka necromancy ill be using shock or frost spells and some alteration. and I'll be a vampire to get the necromage perk to upgrade all my stuff and my necromancy. and I'll be using conjuration what do you guys think of this build.
So I’ve killed both her parents with the Amren Family Sword and now she’s in the Orphanage probably getting tortured by Grelod. I don’t want to kill Grelod because I want her to stay around to torture Braith but I really feel bad for the rest of the kids in there because they’re all nice.
So I’m thinking about getting a multiple adoptions mod and building a mansion for all of the other kids to live in and adopt all of them out and just leave Braith in the Orphanage with Grelod. What do you guys think?
A/N: So here’s chapter one. This is far from my best writing as this was written quickly! Regardless, constructive criticism would be appreciated as well as your general thoughts and comments. I’ve never written in 3rd Person Omniscient before, and this is my first time trying it. (Hence all the switching perspectives). I’m trying something new here, this isn’t the typical sort of story I write! I’m aiming for 30 chapters, 3’000 words each! Before reading this, please make sure you have referred to the Warning Post, which I will link here: elderscrolls.fandom.com/d/p/3343172654596263554 Word Count: 3,036 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grey smoke filled the air above along with grey clouds that reflected modern Tamriel’s current mood. A light oobleck rain began to fall from the sky as three figures stepped onto the peak of the grey-sludge and clay mountain, gazing down at the enormous palace that was the White-Gold University, in the center of The Dwemer City. “What the fuck is with this green fucking rain, whose smart-aleck idea was this fuckin-“ The speaker shut his mouth promptly when the thick hand of Bené Fodōr wrenched his cloak as a warning. “Shut up Sulvyn.” Fodōr said in his deep, death-defined voice. The violet-cloaked “Dagoth Slur” responded timidly. “Y-Yes - of course Master. My apologies.” Even he knew not to speak up to his master. “Tosh Raka was a fool.” Snarled Fodōr. His face darkening as he gazed into the foggy horizon. The third figure with them, the ancient Aldmer; Kerus Greywyn observed the view, lost in thought. Kerus’ expression was morbid. This is what Tamriel had become. Sometimes he couldn’t believe himself, THIS was who he had sided with. He was possibly the oldest living being on Nirn, having been around since the ehlnofey were sent to Nirn. And he’d seen Tamriel go through much, but never before had it fallen like this. At the end of the tenth era the Dwemer returned, overnight, like nothing happened. And with them they brought a demon, a monster that was said to be the reason Aldmeris disappeared, Yokuda sunk and Atmora froze. And they used this beast to tame Tamriel, destroy the empire and take over. Where they had gone? No one knew, expect them and they weren’t talking. Many thought they would bring a prosperous future for all of them. But instead they only brought reform and destruction. The empire had been destroyed, the Dwemer expanded into Cyrodiil and destroyed the White Tower. They united Tamriel under one Dwemeri Regime, but it was totalitarian. People were slaves, they lived in fear of the bloody automatons that “protected” the streets. Cyrodiil, now called New Dwemereth, had been reshaped into a province of grey sludge, Dwemeri technological landscapes and the occasional rain-forest here and there. Skyrim had frozen over and was covered in mountains of snow, forcing the Nords to evacuate to New Dwemereth, Morrowind and Hammerfell. High Rock had sunk into the ocean and the Bretons were forced to adapt and interbreed with the Nymphs, becoming a new race of underwater men. Then twenty years ago, Bené Fodōr landed on the eastern shore of Tamriel with a chip on his shoulder. But then some Dwemer seers hailed him as some prophetic figure who would lead the Dwemer to their greatest achievement yet. So in less then fifteen years, Bené rose through the ranks and was crowned Emperor of the Dwemeri Regime, and thus Emperor of all of Tamriel. It all just seemed too quaint for Kerus. In his fourteen thousand-year life-span, it was like in the blink of an eye, this oversized cat had become emperor. Something was up. ‘Oh who are you kidding Kerus! You don’t need to care about these spineless worms! That’s all they are.’ Kerus argued with himself in his head. ‘No, this was never supposed to happen.’ “What the N’Wah is a Tosh Raka?” Dagoth Slur demanded. Bené turned to look at his subordinate with his red-death eyes, causing Slur to jump back a bit in fright. “Gawh! Bother befuddle! Bitch! Shit! Motherfucker! Why must you do that!? You know your eyes unnerve me so..” “Oh great Emperor Fodōr.” Slur added hastily when Bené continued to stare at him, relishing in his fright. And he had every right to be afraid, Bené Fodōr was a Ka Po’ Tun forged from pain and hardened by adversity. He stood at almost ten feet tall, was very muscular and imposing. Scars covering his body, which was protected by thick black fur, the fur on his hands crimson from the blood of his foes. “He’s no one.” Answered the tyrant-king. “Just some nut I knew who would rather divide then conquer.” Bené’s original plan had been to destroy Tamriel when he came here... alone. Sent by the Tiger-Dragon Tosh Raka, who had trained him for two-hundred years. Tosh Raka had grown old and never invaded Tamriel when he had the chance, so he sent his champion: Bené Fodōr, with all his power instead. By now the Tiger-Dragon was too weak to even lift a clawed-finger and this continued to waste away in his cave in Akavir. But Bené eventually realized destroying Tamriel was a fool’s errand and to rule it would suit him much better. It helped that the Dwemer seemed to favor him so.. But it all seemed too easy. As if he was a means to an end. “So Kerus. You will be bringing the Alinor contingent with you, and Sulvyn, you shall bring the Morrowind contingency.” Bené ordered. Kerus nodded. “Are Sloth and Bloodlust In position?” “Indeed.” Intoned Fodōr. “What the fuck is that?” Sputtered Slur. Kerus and Bené turned to look at what it was. It was a statue... The trio approached it. It was a dark statue of a Dunmer man, holding a blade toward the sky. The center of the hilt held a red stone. The stone seraph looked weathered, old and crumbled in pieces. Kerus felt a pang of despair shoot through his heart. Did he once know this man? — No! A part of himself told him. Bené squatted down and dusted off the words on the pedestal to read the inscription. ‘In honor of Velyn Soris, a true hero to the Empire and Tamriel — signed Emperor Lestis Mede, 4E 222’ How had this statue survived for so long? Was it the will of the divines? No. If the Dwemer had taught Bené anything, it was that believing in the Divines was pointless and thus outlawed. Lorkhan was the only deity worthy of worship and thus strongly encouraged by the Dwemer. The Emperor clenched his clawed fist and punched the old statue through, forcing it to crumble. The grey-haired Kerus shuddered at his sheer show of strength. “Personally... I’ve never had much time for heroes.” Said the emperor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Yanderas!” She heard someone shout her name from behind her. ‘Who dare shout my name in such an informal — oh, it’s just him.’ Her best friend, Amran Amroth came up to her side. They were the same age and height, both sixteen years old and five-eight in height. Though he was a Reachmen, possibly the last. And she was one of the few remaining Nords. Both her and Amran had athletic and impressive builds as well as sharp faces. Though Amran had deep blue eyes and shoulder length black hair, while she had vivid-violet eyes and waist-length silver hair. And they both had matching tattoos on their forearms, signifying their brother-sister type bond. “You excited for today? Their announcing the try-out winners.” Amran asked in a calm and reserved fashion, crinkling his boney nose in the cold air. “I guess.” She said. They stepped down the snowy streets of Bruma toward their academy. The city of Bruma was made of white marble stone, with Dwemer-metal reinforcements. Dwemer spheres patrolled the streets, serving as guards. At the age of six, Yanderas’ mother was killed and her older sister was kidnapped by pirates. Since they lived near the city of Anvil, on the water at the time. After that she was sent to the orphanage in Bruma and started attending school there when she turned eleven. That’s when she met Amran and his foster father; Andrew Drumwright. Amran had been part of the last remaining Reachmen tribe in the Dragontail mountains. When the Dwemer were performing one of their routine ethnic “purges”, everyone was killed save him; who escaped. He was later found by Andrew Drumwright, a Redguard who had suffered similar circumstances. His village and family having been slaughtered and burned by the Dwemer for population control or some other absurd reason. They found each other and Andrew adopted Amran. They moved to Bruma and Andrew became a teacher while Amran started attending school. Eventually becoming best friends with Yanderas. She often pleaded that Andrew adopt her too, but they didn’t have the financial means to keep them both. They pushed open the academy doors and stepped into the warmly-lit building. It was the first day of Frostfall. School had started precisely one month ago. The two of them made for the communion room. A large room, enough to fit the entire school with chairs lined up and a podium for the Head-Professor. They took their seats among the hovel of students and waited for the Dwemer Head-Professor to speak. The professor stroked his thick Dwemeri beard as he stepped up to speak into the sonorous device. “Students of Bruma Academy! I’m glad you all have joined us here today. As you know, today is the day our ‘Skyrim Contingent’ shall be announced. Our twelve exemplary students who will attend the White-Gold University for the rest of the year, with their own students as well as three other contingents from other schools around Tamriel. One contestant shall be selected by our Emperor Bené Fodōr himself!” Yanderas scoffed. ‘OuR eMpEroR BeNe FoDoR HiMseLf’ she thought in distaste. “-This contestant, one from each school will then compete in a variety of dangerous events and the winner school shall be awarded a grant of money and the winner shall have eternal fame as well as a large portion of that financial reward..” Yanderas knew the Dwemer had enough money to spare. They were only holding this competition for their own entertainment. Endangering children for sport. This was the first time any significant event like this had happened in her time here at school. It had been announced on the first day of school this year and try-outs were held, which she part-took in. She only wished to leave Bruma and visit The Dwemer City, not actually put her life in serious danger. “Now I’ll begin announcing the names, but first. Our contingency leader shall be Professor Andrew Drumwright!” A round of applause sounded off as the tall and bulky Redguard stood up. Despite being a son of Hammerfell, his skin was unusually pale, eyes orange and short black hair cropped to his head. ‘Better him than someone else.’ Yanderas pondered to herself. Professor Drumwright made a few thankful gestures before sitting back down. The portly, annoying Headmaster began announcing the names of the students. Yanderas didn’t pay attention, she was too preoccupied with thinking of how many ways she could rip out the Headmaster’s beard to care. Her attention shifted when Amran was called up and she noticed him leave her side. That was when she realized eleven students had been called up, only one slot remained. “Yanderas Frotula..” She heard the Headmaster exasperatedly call her name. She could hardly blame him, he had been the target of many of her ‘pranks’ over the years. ‘This... list, mustn’t be in any specific order.. right? RIGHT??¿ I mean I’m the pErfect candidate! Why would TheY pick ME as LaSt??!’ Her eye twitched morbidly as she made her way to the front and took her place next to Amran. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder. He knew how she could... get. “Now -“ The Headmaster started. “Ughh more boring speeches.” She muttered mostly to herself but elicited a few chuckles from her surrounding group-mates. Causing the Headmaster to frown. “Now - As I was saying. You twelve exceeded in try-outs and shall enjoy the rest of the school year in The Dwemer City. But only one among you will be selected as a contestant for this competition. — To compete against four other students, each from different schools.” He went on about some other stuff but Yanderas was too focused on how many bones in his face she could break to care. “—So we are known as the Skyrim Contingent, even though we aren’t actually in Skyrim. Then we have the Morrowind Contingent, the Black Marsh Contingent, the Alinor Contingent and then the students of the White-Gold University! -Those four other schools shall be our friendly rivals!” The Head-Professor suggested enthusiastically. Though no one was buying his act. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometime the next day, the ‘Skyrim Contingent’ met up at Red-Ruby Station in the southern Jeralls. This was a Dwemer monorail platform that would take them to The Dwemer City. The monorail looked Dwemer made and extended up into the air on a sky-line track, which fed into the clock tower station in The Dwemer City. They boarded the monorail with their luggage, Professor Drumwright making sure everyone was accommodated. There were plenty of people on the monorail with them and thus they all scrambled to find a seat. Once everyone was boarded and set, the marvel of Dwemer engineering began moving down the tracks. The tracks rose off the ground and into the air as the mountains and hills descended lower, keeping the tracks at an equal placement. Yanderas looked down over the gloomy landscape. The snowy mountains slowly turned into sludge and clay filled hills the more they progressed, and the clouds above were gray as always. “I’ve never been to The Dwemer City, should be interesting.” Murmured Professor Drumwright. “Yeah, I heard it was the Dwemer who started all this serious schooling stuff in Tamriel. That a long time ago, before they ‘came back’, schooling wasn’t that serious.” Amran spoke up whilst gazing outside vividly. “No doubt to brainwash us while we’re young.” Muttered Yanderas as a reply. ‘But I won’t let them brainwash me!’ Amran didn’t say anything, just shared a look with his foster father. “Hey look outside!” Shouted a random student excitedly. Yanderas, Amran and Andrew all turned their attention back to the scene that was outside and feasted their eyes on The Dwemer City. ‘Th-the sun. It’s actually shining here?’ The sludge and clay landscape had given way into a completely technological countryside made from Dwemer metal, stone and white marble. Dwemer pipes and other forms of machinery including flying ships and more monorails surrounded the area. It was a technological wonder and beautiful, but devoid of nature, save for the cherry blossom trees planted on the cornerstone of every sidewalk. The mote of water that was surrounding the Dwemer Isles was a dark blue shade and seemed to house something... The city itself was fantastic, huge golden-spired walls protecting it, with several districts. A Dwemer colosseum that served as an arena, a huge clock tower station that was once the arcane university and then a huge castle where the Emperor resided known as the White-Gold University. It was composed of Dwemer metal and marble-white stone. The monorail pulled into the clocktower station and the students stepped out and made their way down into the streets of the golden city. “Wow.” Amran remarked, stopping to get a better view of things. “Don’t dawdle son.” Called Professor Drumwright as he led the twelve students towards the university. Dwemer spheres patrolled the streets which were more barren and quiet then expected. The tan faces of Imperial citizens could be seen here and there, but it all seemed eerie. They arrived to the center district where the White-Gold University was. Outside there were over a hundred Imperial and Dwemer students, and three sects of students standing away from the rest. Yanderas noticed the first group was mostly composed of Argonians, the second mostly Dark Elves and the third mostly High Elves and Wood Elves. Each group had a contingency leader like Professor Drumwright and was composed of twelve students. A Dwemer Professor... Female supposedly? Was shaking hands graciously with the contingency leaders. “Good to see you Kerus. Aaah, Sulvyn. How are you doing?” The Dwemer Professor asked. “Bloody Hell Sohrada! It’s Dagoth Slur!” “Must you always be so childish Sulvyn?” The professor, evidently named Sohrada questioned. Sulvyn — Or Dagoth Slur. Was almost six feet tall, seemed to be hunched over, wore a unique purple robe with golden embellishments and mottled blue skin. His body seemed... hollow. But he wore an odd gold mask with small tentacles sticking out where a mouth should be. He would be scary if he weren’t so... funny. The Dwemer Professor then approached Drumwright. “I don’t believe we’ve met, I am Grandmaster Nchulthumz.” She shook hands with Professor Drumwright. “Professor Andrew Drumwright, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The Grandmaster seemed quite old and had this aura about her that made her seem impossibly old. But still capable and strong. She was quite short, had light bluish-grey skin like most Dwemer before her. Black eyes, prominent eyebrows, a kindly, lean face. Hair that reached her waist like Yanderas, expect it was grey and braided into dozens of minuscule braids with golden and azure beads at the ends. Her small frame was cloaked in a gold-trimmed mauve-coloured robe and her left hand was prosthetic. She didn’t seem arrogant and of totalitarian-like nature like the other Dwemer. Instead she had a strict but grandmotherly feeling about her which Yanderas favored. Their eyes met for a moment and the much older lady smiled briefly before leading everyone inside. All the students from the five schools got settled into the Gilded Hall. Which was a large dining and banquet hall. It was five Dwemer-made long tables parallel to each-other. And the staff table was perpendicular to them all at the end of the hall. Grandmaster Nchulthumz sat in the center of the staff table, next to the other staff members, overlooking all the students. The student body of the White-Gold University, mostly Dwemer and Imperial sat on four of the tables. All the foreigners sat together at the fifth table. The Skyrim Contingent was composed of a few Nords, including herself, some Imperials, three Redguards, and Amran - the only Reachmen. Yanderas poured her eyes over the strangers. First the Dwemer and Imperials, then the Argonians, the Dunmer and finally... the Altmer. ‘Yes YOU.’ ‘YoU wIlL bE mInE! AnD i’LL kILL aNyone whO CoMeS betWeEn uS mY Love.” ‘Hehehehehhehehe’ ‘You shivered. Sooooo Cute.’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Next Chapter: The Precious Little Boy Cast: Dagoth Sulvyn (Dagoth Slur) by King Bendix Bené Fodōr by King Orbitson Kerus Greywyn by Jayzer2002 Yanderas Frotula by The Frozen Prince Amran Amroth by The Beartooth Andrew Drumwright by Dragonzkinght Sohrada Nchulthumz by Sneaky Sweetroll A/N: So, hope you enjoyed the chapter. Yes, the main character does not have all her marbles upstairs! Who do you think she’s crushing on? So Beartooth and Dragonzkinght, I merged your guys backstories and made you father and son in a sense. Hope that’s Alright! I’ve had to augment a lot of backstories to fit this context. Drop me your thoughts! 🔻 -The Frozen Prince
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I've played tons and tons of different builds, with different skill combinations, play styles, back stories, I've even played a build were I was a regular working class man and only did regular everyday tasks. So basically I need new unique builds to play. Thank you!
Its not letting me feed on people when there asleep what could i do??
I've actually completed the main vampire quests but they keep assigning me little quests at dawnguard with my current quest being to rescue Camilla Valerius. When I go in to rescue her there are many seriously leveled opponents and when I finally get to Camilla she is dead and an ash pile. What is going on? Did she die as part of the script in a way I could not help then just get reanimated by the conjurers down there? Can I prevent her being killed while kidnapped?
What and or who is your character?
Mine's the King of King's the Jewish Messiah
Jesus Christ 👑👑
In the intro we see a man Lokir of rorikstead (a small village in the reach) he is a horse thief and he says if it wasn’t for the storm cloaks he would have been halfway to hammerfell. The problem is that the ambush that caught the stormcloaks, lokir, and us happened at Darkwater Crossing which happens to be in Eastmarch which is on the opposite side of the country from rorikstead and hammerfell
Who reckons the protagonist in the next elder scrolls is gonna be voiced
I get that they are half descendants of mans and elfs but they counted as mans or elfs or boths by the game?
So I’ve been reading a lot of the lore pages on the wiki and as I was reading Vivec’s page here I came across the trial part where he allegedly banishes Azura in revenge. Only thing is there’s no mention of this anywhere else I looked beyond a very long roleplay of it. So my question is, is Vivec’s Trail an actual canonical event in the Elder Scrolls universe? Or is it just a fan creation? Any lore masters out there that could help me? Thanks
So ive posted about obvious things like, character creation and customization, so what do you guys think of Naval travel and combat. Something similar to Black Flag or AC Odyssey. If the games map is large enough imagine having to sail from port to port encountering pirates, imperial, and aldmeri dominion ships, passing by trader ships, hell becoming a pirate yourself. Imagine upgrading your ship from a tiny schooner, to a massive floating fortress. Building your crew, having missions where you deliver supplies to different kingdoms. Maybe even making it a fishing boat. You could choose between the cheepwr cannons or the expensive but more effective battlemages to destroy entire fleets
I'm at lost tongue overlook and I was fighting a dragon and now he stuck in place on top of the shout temple thing
Does anyone know how to join an alliance in elder scrolls legends? Or how to also join a great house?
I’ve tried to upload the New chapter Three Times now and it keeps immediately getting taken down.
Assistance would be appreciated.
Are there new rules? Are there keywords which prompt immediate deletion?
Is this Atvelonis’ new bot’s doing?
Edit. Now it’s gone again
What quests make the biggest a changes or quest lines like the civil war
Its seems like very decent game, however i played it once and logged back in later, now and everytime i go to play i'm stuck on the loading screen and it doesn't even go to the game. Help
who is "the butcher" in windhelm and how do I reveal him/her?
Salutations! Yes, I am aware that I have been isolated from this community for a long time, but here I am still coming in with those facts! Anyway, did you know that when conversing with Ancano you can ask, "Who are the Thalmor?" But In particular, if one's caracter has already spoken to other Thalmor agents about the Thalmor, Ancano's dialogue option will change to, "I'd like to know more about the Thalmor." This shows even more attention to detail by the great beloved developers, Bethesda. Knew that already? Well, I got another did you know and that is that Alvor will strangely and incorrectly name High King Torygg as Jarl Torygg when spoken to and is the only NPC within Skyrim that will do so. Do not tell me you already knew that because I doubt you even realized it, but anyway if you did than get ready to learn more. Did you know that Brynolf from the Thieves Guild actually seems to like children? If children are adopted and taken to the home in Riften, honeyside, the children will start to comment on how Brynolf plans to teach the children some neat tricks as they get older that implies that not only that he knows and speaks to your children, but that he plans to recruit them as members in the future and possibly does has done this in the past to recruit members. Well, that's all folks for the day hope you enjoy these facts that you probably did not know. Nate?
I just thought of entertainment of the citizens
Then I found out that the only way of entertaining was:
Reading in all games
Going to inns such as all of morrowind , oblivion and skyrim
There was the companion fighting in the meadhall in skyrim where only some people went
And only the arena in oblivion
There is nothing like: horse races , hunting as a hobby , etc...
I want to see the thoughts of other people About this
For once, Kerus went on the defensive as he raised a shield of Void energy to which Golan harnessed the magic he claimed to hate, creating blades out of the Daedric power and throwing them at the Aldmer who absorbed the entire blast then converted his energy into spears, completely making a sphere around the Deep Elf then after dispelling the shield, stared at him for a moment and set the trap in motion, hoping to leave almost no trace of a corpse
"It created an illusssion Kerusss! Behind yo..."
Sithis said as one of the spears pierced his leg in the way he attempted to attack Golan before, causing Kerus to turn around and grab the Dwarf as he attempted to teleport away, taking Greywyn with him as Kerus filled his hands with lightning, conducting it throughout Golan's armour then felt as smaller shocks began entering his hands while Golan seemed to be attempting to understand the Void, sending him recoiling both in pain and madness.
"Yeah, a bit of a nuisance isn't it? Not understanding your opponents skills!"
He said jokingly, referring to his battle with Aldsarov as he drew the spear from his leg and due to shaking from Golan attempting to counter his spell, his hands quaked and he hit the Deep Elf in the shoulder as he sprinted forward, covering his fist in ice as he pushed the spear through then filled the wound with ice before teleporting back.
"You will not best the Dwemeri elite that easily pitiful mage!"
Golan shouted as he struggled to move his arm then as he managed to snap the ice, he dislocated his shoulder then popped it back in.
"I'd hope not, I've fought with Daedric Princes so I have a good estimation of how much power to use against an egotistical maniac, I trained against one for years to reinforce that..."
Kerus calmly said as he shot a bolt of ice into Golan's chest, winding him as Kerus charged a storm cloud that began constantly striking him as Kerus charged in and grabbed his throat and began draining his life-force as he filled the Dwemer's blood with ice but through great will, Golan managed to stop the effect and created a centurion suit as he smashed a hammer into Kerus, propelling him into the Void but he teleported behind him and pierced his gut before Golan slapped him away with an axe and blew a gust of steam at him that just flew through the Void and the Aldmer opened a portal behind the suit and flew towards Golan with two spears following him, tearing the pilot from his controls into the portal...
Meanwhile in Nirn, Fyn stood up from the loose ropes on the floor and saw the dagger, clearly attuned to the Heart as ye felt the energy after picking it up, eventually the final survivor of the Dwemer attackers came out of hiding, trying one last time to claim the glory as a portal opened directly behind Fyn as Ferois stepped out.
"...rus! You around here?"
He shouted as he came through then stared at Fynvik as the assassin charged towards him and he froze time around them.
"Dwemer! Where is Kerus and why did your kind just run at me with a dagger?
Ferois said violently as he drew his scythe and saw the Chimer Automaton laying on the ground, confusing the golden skin for that of Kerus and used the blade to grab for the back of Fyn's neck who became at the last second and ducked.
"Easy laddie! I have no idea where that Aldmer's got ta but I know if he ain't here, he's probably fightin' the Chief Alloy-Forger, don't worry, just be careful about that one, he's no accepting o' magic like me."
Fyn said, calming Ferois down who inspected the attackers tben made a strike in their backs, dislocating vertebrae in their spines and paralyzing them then lifted the spell.
"Ok you heretical creature of the underground... Where is the Aldmer who was in here? Answer truthfully or I shall make this painful..."
Ferois said loud enough for Fynvik behind him to hear as he lifted the scythe and pricked the Deep Elf's throat, sending a few drops of blood spilling out the wound.
"Don't be ridiculous, the Aldmer are all dead! But even if he is Aldmeri, it's too late now! Golan has achieved the godhood all Dwemer will one day achieve then we shall wipe mages such as yourself from this land, leaving only logic in our wake! I was afraid to die before but I have now seen the fruits of my people's labour!"
He said, acting superior even when paralysed and in pain as Ferois stared angrily at him then donned a blank expression.
"If you wish... Return to Aetherius and atone for your heracy!"
Ferois whispered as he placed the blade across his throat as fear came into his eyes.
"No... I was bluf..."
He screamed as the blade tore through his throat and he slowly began choking on his blood as Ferois cleaned his scythe.
"Bluffing never works on the arbiters of the divines... Now die with no gods to treat you with mercy."
He said coldly then walked towards Fyn who spotted his hammer on the ground next to the heart.
"Your race scorn the gods who bless us, hoping to pervert their gift so that you can rule over it as gods yourselves... As long as I live, I won't let a single one of your race progress to that goal..."
He said, staring down at Fynvik and reached his hand out.
"Ya know, I thought that you'd be the kind o' racist Altmer who's good deep down, but I'm startin' ta think you're a little too religious."
Torvum said while preparing to create a Tonal blast by touching the dagger to his disruptors as Ferois and him were almost a metre apart when another portal opened and a pure black individual covered in dark fire dragged a Dwemer with a glowing radiance around them through and forced them into a wall as two spears impaled his shoulders, pinning him there.
"Well, there's yer lad if ya don't want ta kill all Deep Elves anymore."
He said confidently as Kerus floated down, uncloaking himself and after covering his hand in ice, slammed his fist into Ferois' gut.
"I've had enough of Dwemer hating idiots for a lifetime, just because they don't worship gods or use magic like you doesn't mean they deserve death! Now do I have to stick you two in a room together until you get along?"
Kerus shouted and knocked Ferois down as he grabbed the dagger off of Fynvik then imbued it with Void energy that tied it to Golan as it tapped the Heart, flowing his powers back into it, losing his radiance as his wounds suddenly became more lethal then flew back up and healed everything but left the pain as he began thinking.
"Ok, we're going to need to take you away to research if the Daedric souls had any lasting effect on you... We'll need the dagger and heart to prevent anyone using it while we free the Daedra and we'll need Revnis so that he can't commit genocide... Seems like that could take up a large section of the relic vault..."
Kerus whispered to himself and inspected Revnis on the ground.
"Kerus, I came to tell you that the psijic order will not tolerate your leaving anymore, if you do then the order will take more drastic measures... Even if that means attempting to break your rule on that island so I think we should consider that you stay in Artaeum, if you want then you can probably negotiate that this... Deep Elf can come if you want it to..."
Ferois urgently said as he stood up and showed disgust while referencing Fyn but Kerus got too caught up with the Chimer and sent a few bolts of lightning into his core, waking him up...
That's all for today! I hope you enjoyed the episode and will continue to support the story!
Greetings ya'll, it's time for this week's update.
*As hinted last week, there's already been an update the The Elder Scrolls: Blades, which includes fixing silver chests to take an hour to open rather than three and takes less gems. You can find that summary here.
*"Duplicate Legendary Protection" is now live for The Elder Scrolls: Legends! If you have three non-unique Legendaries, you won't receive an extra copy, or a second unique Legendary if you do not yet have all Legendaries in a Collection. Once you have them all, only then will you start getting extras which you can use to soul trap.
*Twitch Drops for Legends are now available every day; previously, this was only on weekends. Tuning into the Twitch streams can earn you gold, soul gems, and card packs! Read this for more on the change.
*The Elder Scrolls Online went live with Lead UI Designer Bobby Weir and Senior Concept Artist Lucas Slominski to talk about support for ESO Logs Tool coming in the next update, and how artwork for promoting the game is made. You can watch this here if you missed it.
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That's it for today. Happy discussing!
can I adopt a 3rd child?
Had a tough time starting, but i want to complete the game. Any tips on character creation and early game?
Does he actually go to sovngarde if you kill him before you go there
Dose anyone have suggestions for immersive mods on Xbox, I'm going for a hunter archery build and was wondering if there were any survival mods?