Who is the "good guy" in all of this? I think we can all agree the Thalmor are bastards but excluding the Thalmor which side is better and who should, you join? Well there are pros and cons of each, but I'm just going to tell you right now, you should join the Imperials.

The Stormcloaks are just a bunch of racist rebels. All they want is for Ulfric to become High King of Skyrim and for Talos worship to be allowed again. Which, technically, it is. The Imperial Legion never said anything about banning it, that's what the Thalmor said. I can agree that Talos is a rightful divine, and deserves to be one of the nine. But again, he isn't "banned". Plus Ulfric only wanted to be High King so that he can get away with being racist and shit. He thinks Skyrim is Nordic land, because "they were here first" which, first of all, isn't even correct. The Snow Elves aka the Falmer were the first ones to settle on Skyrim, before the incident with the dwemer, of course. The Imperials just want laws and so that Skyrim can be a land of peace again and not have to go through those bloody wars with the elves.

Feel free to disagree and let me know your opinion. Correct me if I'm wrong as well.

What do you wish for the future of Tamriel? For it to be completely unified? Multiple empires constantly fighting for power? Doesnt necessarily what you think will be the best morally, but can also be what you think the most interesting is.

Personally, I like the idea of every province being independent and constantly gaining/losing bits of land here and there. It just makes the world feel more alive and changing.

I think they are called something with a D at the beginning they are the people that made all those machines. How did they die out if they were so advanced?

Okay, so I was thinking about the Dwemer and the Snow Elves/Falmer and their past, like who was the good guy in this? I saw someone defending the Dwarves on Reddit but my laptop died while I was reading it. I wanted to look more into their history So what did happen? Well due to my research on Wiki and Reddit, the Ancient Falmer was a wealthy race living all throughout Skyrim. Supposedly there are no remains of the Ancient Falmer because they were the first settlers on Skyrim, and that they had been lost in time due to both races disappearing mysteriously. And there's no dialogue to ask Gelebor what actually happened.

There was no clear reason why the Dwemer wanted slaves, but one theory is for Aetherium. And Since Aetherium is so rare, to speed up the process you need more slaves. I know this is messy but I'm not a very good writer. The Snow Elves were not forced to eat the mushrooms, since it was apart of their normal diet even before enslavement began. The reason why the Falmer are blind is because of being underground for so long without any sunlight. Over time the Falmer got used to seeing no Sun, and their offsprings became blind-er and blind-er. One of the dialogues from the guards in Riften was talking about how Riften previously used to be known as Rifton instead of Riften. Riften has never sounded quite Nordic, and Fort Dawnguard in the remains of the old Riften. Again, the Fort is unique and doesn't look Nordic like the other cities (except Markath of course), but more similar to the one in the Forgotten Vale. So my theory here is: Riften was rebuilt from Rifton, an Elven city, and had become more Nordic when the Nords arrived.

This is a very unique character I came up with for Skyrim as with an alternate start Mod I will start out in Solsthiem and limit my gameplay there, I will then progress until I reach level 100 and then I will begin a new game. My character is:

Name: Brethas

Race: Dunmer

Gender: Male

Religion: Reclemacians

Moral: Good

Factions: Morag Tong (Formerly)

Backstory: Brethas was born in Blacklight, when he came of age he joined the Morag Tong and became a highly respected assassin. One time he was assigned a contract by a superior (Often Jealous of Brethas) to kill a man, this man would later turn out to be the King of Morrowind and it was the superior that forged the contract so that he could get him kicked out of the Morag Tong as they considered that highly dishonorable. They did and the new king of Morrowind exiled him to Solsthiem from which he could never leave....

Hey guys i don't know if you have noticed but bethesda are making every new game online . I like to play lone wolf and im am toadly not saying that because i am very very lonely . what i am trying to say if they where to make a new game would you want it to be a online game or offline game .

I hope you've all eaten today and are doing OK.

I was thinking about expansions for Skyrim, but I've searched for hours and can't find a single one for VR, I have Dawnguard, Hearthfire, and Dragonborn, because that comes with the purchase of the game. Can I even get other expansions? Like is there a way how? I don't think so but I'm keeping my hopes high.

Please let me know ASAP, much thanks! <3

Okay, so on my last post, I realized how very incorrect I was about almost everything I wrote. I was just informed and still currently discussing theories with other users in the comments on that post. I don't want anyone to be misinformed by that post so I will be taking it down (If I can figure out how first)

I'm going to begin at the start of Skyrim, in the era (which is unknown) when the Snow Elves and Dwemer were living in peace. When the Dwemer became more advanced, the Falmer feared how powerful the other race had become, so they attempted to slaughter them during the night. Eventually, the Dwemer began taking them as slaves and made them mine for Aetherium.

Many questions remain about the Falmer being blind, but as said by one of the users in my comments, they theorized that it was most likely the toxic fungi. (You can see this fungus in Blackreach, aka Alftand). Since the Dwemer were used to be underground for so long, the mushrooms were apart of their natural diet, and their species was able to eat it without being affected.

Another theory is that during the Nord vs. Falmer war, they turned to the Dwemer for help, or at least that's what Gelebor says, "We had always maintained an uneasy alliance with the underground-dwelling dwarves, and when faced with extinction we turned to them for help. Surprisingly, they agreed to protect us but demanded a terrible price... the blinding of our race." So apparently they agreed to be blind in return that the Dwarves would help keep them safe. Since they all lost their vision, it was much harder for them to think and do things.

So why did the Dwemer go extinct? No. It was not the Falmer, the Dwemer were way too advanced and the Falmer wouldn't stand a chance against the automatons anyway. The Dwemer didn't see anyone who was potential of being one of their Gods, or their God. They tried to create a God, yes, CREATE a God using their own hands. (This is the ruin in Septimus's place) They created a false heart and everything, but eventually, something went wrong and all of the Dwemer got sucked into the plains of Oblivion. This doesn't explain why Yagrum Bagarn is still alive, though.

Credits to: @SPLUMBER , @Inquisitor of Dementia , @The Beautiful Princess Ashley , and @Fundom user for re-informing me. :)

Feel free to correct me or state your theory! Or even add to what I had to say!!

Hey all.

I just wanna add to what I was talking about with a few other users on my post "Stormcloak or Imperial". I'm here to make my claims a little more understandable? I didn't give my reasons directly and I think I should be more clear.

Ulfric doesn't give two shits about the Stormcloaks, he only wants the throne and the title of High King, he has his little rebels defending him and whatever but he doesn't care much for them otherwise.

The Imperials have outlawed the Empire because of the Dominion, they don't want to be slaughtered again like what happened in the Great War, a user mentioned a few widely-known Imperials who still worship him as one of the Divines.

Other than that, they're just racist. And if you think that's cool and edgy, or that racism is funny and shit like that, please get off my page, thank you. I would like to hear what the Stormcloaks have to say in defense, you guys can hold a pretty damn good argument, I'll give you that.

"Are you a cat or a bear? " Whiterun Guard

Kaljack SlaughterMane is a Nord hating beast of a Khajiit who prefers to use his claws to shred his foes but he will use weapons to attack foes that he knows he can't best with his claws (I power attacked the helgen bear then killed t with the second shot). What skills should I level to increase performance.

Fan stay? Or no?

Hello, I started playing today, right at the beginning in the king's part, I took a katana and I was unable to equip it, I clicked several times, I tried to watch videos or tutorials, I didn't find anything to solve it. If anyone knows how to 'solve' speak up.

This is my first shared Elder Scrolls fanfiction (after several dozens of unpublished stories).

All of this is happening in Skyrim (notably Falkreath Hold) in the fourth era and precedes the events of TESV:Skyrim by few months.

Hunting. Creeping through fallen leaves, careful not to make a sound. Feeling the rush of hot blood and excitement when the arrow strikes the target. Standing up and walking proudly to your fallen prey, being the victor, the predator, the hunter.

However, hunting is not only this. Hunting can also be a chase. Catching up to your prey and then falling back for a second to let it feel the sweet taste of freedom before striking forward and pinning it down. Tearing the helpless, soft neck of the animal. Tasting the warm blood on your fangs.

Being a devout follower of one of the Daedric Princes, I’ve always enjoyed a good, bloody hunt. But... something was missing. While I enjoyed seeing my arrow flying forward and killing my prey in a single strike, it was all very passive. I wasn’t a part of the hunt, the main show was my arrow, not me. I thought I was one with the nature since my childhood. At least my parents used to say that. Now I know I was wrong. Tonight, I’m accepting the gift. It’s Mid Year 5th.

I’ve decided to summon him by a great hunt. Well, it’s “great” at least for me. I’m going to kill a group of frost trolls. Not that it would be some big achievement like killing a mythical unicorn, but what can I do? Unicorns aren’t exactly running around, waiting to be hunted. I hope that he won’t be disappointed. It will be hard, with just a wooden hunting bow and some iron arrows, but I’m not giving up. I’m a hunter. And I wouldn’t be one if I didn’t know how to hunt. It’s less than a fortnight since my parents’ death at the mouth of a cave bear. They were archers, like me, but it was a long time ago when they last ventured in the beautiful wilderness. They began living in peace in our cabin* south-west of the Imperial outpost, Helgen, and their senses, once sharp and ready, now lazy and untrained, couldn’t protect them anymore. And so, I’m setting off to the Jerall mountains to the south, with a vision of glorious gift possibly waiting for me.

The trolls are dead. It wasn’t too hard to kill them. I’ve learned the art of stealth on slippery ice the hard way when I was a child. The more it hurt back then, the more careful and quiet I am now. I’ve laid the bodies of frost trolls in a circle, along with a big, white wolf. And I started praying to him. To my preferred Daedra Lord. To Hircine. I saw a flash of white light and a silvery outline of a wolf appeared before me. “Who are you to summon me, mortal?” it asked. “I’ve summoned you to ask something from you, my lord. I haven’t used the common shrine summoning because I’ve thought killing all these trolls in your name would honor you more. I have a wish to become a better hunter. I would ask from you a little favour - to send one of your children upon me, so they could give me the greatest gift of all. The beastblood,” I answered without fear. The wolf laughed. “Oh, a daring little huntsman. Or, should I say huntswoman? Yes, I will grant your request. But first, you must slay a specimen of beasts that are most dangerous of all. Until then, farewell,” howled Hircine’s wolf aspect and disappeared. The beast that is most dangerous... I know which one it is.

I collected the troll fat and headed to Falkreath. I waited day and night for my prey and followed it around. Then, the bandit who came to the town yesterday, left it to continue his plundering of the poor elsewhere. He seemed wary of the surroundings, looking over his shoulder and hiding the gold he stole from trusting inn patrons whom he dragged behind the graveyard and intimidated into keeping quiet about the incident. I waited in the bushes until he came closer. Then I drew my bow and pulled an arrow from the quiver. I steadied my breathing, aimed the bow and then... released the string. The arrow dived into his flesh, passed between his ribs and pierced his heart. He was instantly dead. “Hircine!” I called out into the night. “I’ve finished your trial.” The silvery wolf aspect walked to me from the thick darkness. “As you have, hunter. As you have. Now, I will call upon one of my children, who will give you the gift you’re longing for. Enjoy the excitement of hunting with your brethren on cloudless nights,” Hircine wished me and disappeared once more. In his place was suddenly a werewolf. It looked at me with a wild look in its eyes, challenging me to come and accept the gift. I drew my dagger and cut the beast. I collected the blood dripping from its shallow wound in my hands and drank. And I felt myself becoming a wolf...

I woke up the next morning, almost naked and tired. I hunted all night, killed and ate as many animals I wanted and I ran around till the morning when my bloodlust stepped aside to let my human mind regain control once again. “Hey, you. Breton. Yes, you, huntress,” a redheaded Nord woman pointed at me. “Who are you?” I asked. “My name is Aela the Huntress. And I’m your recent huntmate. We met last night. Was this your first transformation? Don’t worry, I was blessed by the moon, too,” she said quickly. “Yes, it was my first time. But I really enjoyed it,” I told her. “What’s your name, Breton?” she asked me and threw me the rest of my clothes. “I’m Scarlet**. Have you seen my bow?” I started looking around the makeshift campsite after I got fully dressed. “Here it is. You should get a new one soon, it looks worn. Or... we could give you one. You are quite a hunter, I bet you’d also be a good fighter. You could join the Companions,” she offered me. That certainly sounds interesting. “Are you a Companion, Aela?” “Yes, of course! I’m also a member of the Circle,” she said. “Have you all been blessed by Hircine?” I asked curiously. “No, just the members of the Circle. Me, Kodlak Whitemane, Skjor and the twins, Farkas and Vilkas. Now, only Skjor hunts with me. I’m sure the others will come around soon, but until then, it can be a bit lonely from time to time. If you joined us, it could get a lot more interesting,” she proposed the idea again. “I’ll think about it. It does seem like a good suggestion,” I admitted. “Now, I will be going. I have a feeling we will see each other soon, Aela.” “Good luck, friend,” she replied and I grabbed my things and began walking down a nearby road. The wolf within me was as happy as I was.

(*Check the mod Summerset Cabin for exact location of the hunter’s cabin as I roleplayed this with it.)

(**Not the most lore-friendly name for a Breton, I know, but it’s the name I’ve used in my first-ever fanfic and I’ve been using it everywhere ever since.)

Final note from the author (me):

Sorry, all Hircine experts out there, if I didn’t write his quotes well enough. I tried my best, but there aren’t many direct dialogues with him posted on the Wiki. I’d also like to apologize for any grammatical errors, English is my second language and I’m writing this on mobile, so some incorrect spelling here and there could be caused by the small screen.

I hope you enjoyed the story, I have another one or two on my mind already!

I just finished getting my old Nord character, Helga, OP gear and I finished the Main Questline, Dawnguard, Thieves Guild, Mages Guild, Companions, and Dark Brotherhood Questline. I'm married to Uthgerd the Unbroken, my children are Alesan and Sofie and I'm a level 40. Most of my skills are legendary and I killed all of the Dragon Priests. I play on VR, so I can't get Oblivion and Morrowind and all of the stuff like that (Can I?). I'm thinking of making a badass female elven character whos a mage and shit and she's apart of the Imperial Legion. But the thing is, I just started Helga like two months ago. I don't exactly want to discover every location and re-do everything again. Is there anything else?? Like can I get a little motivation from you guys lol...

(I bolded the important parts so all you need to read is that unless you want a little more info??)

I want Ysolda to be happy but I kinda like Hulda and hate that sleazy Belethor what should I do?

Personally I feel like I'm more loyal to Hermaeus Mora due to him always guiding me on my quest while on Solstheim and for saving my life on Solstheim. He also gave me his book the Oghma Infinium and a close second will be Molag Bal for the need of power and if it wasn't for him Vampire Lords or probably Vampires in general wouldn't be a thing.

So i play in VR, my pc sucks ass and i only have a PS4, i completed the main questline, thieves guild, companions, dark brotherhood, mages guild, and solstheim. plus i killed all of the dragon priests and bought and completed every house (including hearthfire) im married to uthgerd and have alesan and sofie. i've cleared out every dwemer ruin i think (solstheim and skyrim)

Are there any expansions i can buy for vr? like is that a thing? i tried to restart the game and start off as a different race, and try to be a full mage or thief or something but it's just so exhausting to do it all again since i had another character before this current one, like i just started her two months ago or some shit. is there anything fun to do? or am i just a lost cause??