What is your favorite and least favorite Skyrim character including the 3 DLCS?

My favorite is Miraak, and my least favorite is Nazeem.

Bor-ik-stead- Said to be the dullest village in Skyrim Borikstead has been known to make sliced bread look exciting. I would say more but there is sadly nothing else to say.

Cost-bite-spider- smaller cousin of the frostbite spider. These little creatures have an uncanny taste for gold coins. Usually kept as pets by crooked merchants.

Elk-drinker-(slang-insult) used to describe one who consumes deer piss.

Latter-sheilds- Famous family in which all surviving members are known to be elderly. Residing in the town of White-runs they once had a feud with the Rattle-bornes due to there childish nature. This quickly dissolved however as all of the Lattersheilds were to old to fight.

Spice-wraith- Mystic creatures known to hoard cakes and pies. If encountered they are not dangerous unless there stash is disturbed. DO NOT STEAL THERE SWEET ROLL!

I don't know how this ended up here.

But it keeps appearing on every text I see.

Please,help me

I just want to Continue,not to $Continue

Hello puns and punettes. This one comes a day early, but I'm well underway on writing my new series and need to conclude these, before we get into that. I think and hope it's gonna be bigger and better than my Stars-series. But at this moment, let's concentrate on these magnificent singers and their top song:

Anthony Eydis - Cyrodilication

Blackie Clawless - Chim Child

Christina Aguildmaster - Goblin In A Bottle

Dj Argonian Project - Blow My Thistle Witch

Kylie Minotaur - The Loco-Potion

Mc Warhammer - U Can't Dodge This

Neloth Furtado - I'm Like A Guar

Rikke Martin - She Fangs

Robber Williams - Block Dj

Robe Seger - Fight Moves

Sinéad O'Container - Nothing Compares 2 Jiub

Toolio - Bandit's Paradise

Udo Dirkscholar - Balls To The Thralls

Venison Ice - Ice Ice Babette

Drem Yol Lok! Greetings! Before we begin the challenge, I wanted to make a short announcements so plz read it. Firstly, I wanted to thank you guys for welcoming me back. It was warm and nice of you guys. You may see me as the beacon of hope. Haha jokes aside, I came back cuz I never felt so bored in my life. Here I am now to continue making my commitment. And secondly, I was asleep when the OT was locked. Kynreeze was so mad and wouldn't trust me for telling the truth. I don't care. He needs to grow up and act like a mature adult. He wants me to give you guys a message that he will never return to the wiki, it's his fault and he is sorry. Finally, here is the fun part. Good people of the ES Wiki! Welcome, to the Challenge! This is "The New Tongue"! You are to create a shout of your that could cause destruction to your enemies, rallying your allies, to summon a spirit etc etc. Here are the following requirements you must take to become a Grand Tongue: Name: Words of Power:

Attribute: Recharge time: Origins: Description: Effects: Used for: Users: Extra (optional) Rules: - Must not copy shouts from game - No copying from others - No nonsense Notes: - You may use at least one of the game word of power - Imagine being a new tongue or a dragon, you are not a greybeard or dragonborn - It can have a limit of 4 words of power - For recharge, use seconds on each word of power

- For Attributes: Destruction, Passive, Area-Passive etc - For effects, how is it affect your enemies, yourself or allies That's all. This challenge will be open for 5 days. I have the link to the words of the Dovahzul here elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Dragon_Language (elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Dragon_Language). If you have any questions, ask me here. Fare thee well

Fynvik placed the scalpel beside Aldsarov as he pulled a wire from a socket. Kerus stared intensely at the holographic representation, looking at the Chimeri-half blood.

"So you were a prisoner for standing up for your cause to have your race come to terms with their mortality?"

Kerus said, not diverting his eyes as Sithis forced themselves out of his back and watched too, the Dwemer feeling chills go down his spine but kept working, hoping to eliminate all danger.

"Yeah, it was horrible lad, only luxury I had in ma cell was a drain and every now an' then they'd bring a sphere an' you'd be encouraged ta beg for death... Came close before that fight, I don't think I could have held on any longer..."

Fynvik muttered, all of the colour draining from his face as he sat back for a minute and ran his hands over long faded scars then snapped back to work.

"So how did the fight go? I take it from the fact that you're here that you killed him..."

All light faded from the Dwemer's eyes as he stared up, almost as though he lost all hope and wished the announcer would just kill him...

"Well let me continue lad and you'll see..."

-

The announcer stood up and held his hands into the air as he started to shout.

"Just a single bolt? You're trying to KILL each other!"

He screamed as suddenly a blade landed in Fynvik's side as the Chimer appeared in front of him, the original fading away as Fynvik backhanded the attacker, who swiftly pulled the blade out too as Fyn tore off his sleeve and filled the wound as his opponent was dazed and swung at him but the Chimer dodged and attempted to stab him in the throat, forcing him to draw the hammer back and hooking the blade by pushing it slightly to the side, grazing his neck but Fyn held him there.

"Listen, we're both outcasts to our race so why'd we have ta fight?"

Fynvik said and attempted to disarm him but the Chimer simply kicked him in the side and freed his sword as he slashed downwards to strike Fyn's face. The Atmoran raised his hammer's handle and used his strength to block and then pulled his hammer away as he saw the Chimer preparing a counter and swung the massive weapon into his opponents gut, throwing him to the ground as he turned invisible, forcing Fyn to listen to his scuttling and charged his opponent, narrowly hitting him and knocked him to the floor as he released a flurry of strikes.

"Unexpected! We already seem to have a winner in the making! Fynvik Torvum, kill this other filthy half-breed and earn your freedom!"

The announcer shouted as he finished, the Chimer was too out of breath to deflect anything as Fyn stood up and grabbed his hammer.

"Pl... Please make it... Quick"

The Chimer choked, a lack of air forcing him to wheeze as the Atmoran positioned himself to crush his opponents head, staring directly at the announcer as he felt a rush of strange energy wash through him as his body mass increased and with one hand, threw the hammer into the announcer's booth, a loud crunch echoed through the arena as people looked in terror and a councillor walked around the gore in the room as he picked up the device and held it to his own throat, revealing a raspy voice.

"We need an Automaton of the Centurion variety to execute these prisoners! Insure the Atmoran dies slowly for killing a Dwemeri citizen!"

He screamed, bursting Fynvik's eardrums as a large gate opened and a steam centurion came through, the now disarmed Fynvik terrified as he grabbed the Chimer's sword and felt a cold breeze wash over him as the other fighter tried to crawl away as Fyn charged the construct, leaping higher than usual somehow and piercing one of the vents and he grabbed footholds in the frame as he heard it starting to hiss and climbed to it's head as a huge cloud burst from it.

As it realized where he was, it unlocked the joint between its torso and waist then spun around, attempting to throw him off as he forced the blade through the chassis of the head then hung on as the blade started to come loose.

"Kill him! Kill that filthy Atmoran half-breed!"

Came the voice on the machine as suddenly a stream of fire forming a sword was stuck through the centurion as the Chimer appeared and almost managed to push it from the back all the way to its core as he was thrown off then believing its target was gone, looked at the shaken Elf on the ground as suddenly, the arm wielding a hammer dislocated as Fyn tore it away then jumped down and hit it in the chest.

"What? How is he that strong?"

The councillor screeched as he fled the booth in fear as Fynvik smacked it in the knee and dislocated the joint, completely reversing the leg as it fell over then Fyn gave it a quick grin.

"Time for ye ta go to the scrap heap!"

He shouted happily as he crushed the core, sending the centurion falling backwards with a crash.

That's all for today! I hope you enjoyed it and will continue to support the story!

I started a new build in skyrim, a tank with sword and shield. 30+ hours in starting the dawnguard dlc. BAM! CROSSBOW! TRANSFORM! SNEAKARCHER! Why does this happen ALWAYS. What it is so great about sneakarchers. Please somebody help...

On 24/04/18 (4/24/18 in America) I made my first comment on a post asking about your relations to Daedra, and which you associate with most. I later made my first post on a build I was thinking of trying out. Since then I have been an active member of this wiki, and have become very fond of the community. As of today, I have been here for a year. So, I decided to finally make another 2am Thoughts post! Yay! Last time I made a post at this time, The Frozen Prince, the Best 🅱️oi, wasn't even here. TheBretonMage hadn't quit, and Zach Meinecke hadn't changed his name and fled to a new land.

To be perfectly honest, I have no thoughts that wouldn't be deleted right now, so I'd like to do something special instead. In the comments, provide an Elder Scrolls related topic, and I'll give my sleep-deprived thoughts on it (if it ain't something dumb like "what if the Lurkers are Argonians", because who would think that?). You've got a few hours, unless I wake up too early, in which case there'll be a bonus round

As a bonus, if you find the pot of gold at the end of my rain-bio, and reply to my post there with something Elder Scrolls related, I will draw it ASAP to the best of my ability (which isn't much, but a few people have said it's better than they can do, so I win :D)

Anyways, I love you all, thank you for not irritating me so much I chose to flee the country and change my name to Stanley

Edit: Lock please

Name: Dravesi Saldran/Amanda Larouff

Race: Dunmer

Skills: Conjuration, probably other schools of magic

Factions: Mages Guild, Dark Brotherhood

Gear: Robes

Backstory:

Amanda was born to a merchant family from Daggerfall. she excelled in magic from an early age, and she had the best tutors money could buy due to her parents' wealth. Amanda took a special interest in Conjuration, often preferring the company of daedra over that of humans. however, by the time she reached age 18, there was nothing more to be learned from her tutors, so her parents sent her off to the prestigous mages college in Port Telvannis.

It was here that she met a Dunmer girl named Dravesi Saldran. Dravesi was the daughter of an influential Telvanni noble family, and was thus expected to be a great spellcaster one day. Dravesi took a special interest in the school of Illusion, enjoying messing with the minds of others, though she would never use it to do evil.

The two girls immediately became friends, and would often practice their spells with each other, or sometimes on each other. as the years progressed, they eventually fell in love. they planned to marry when they got out of college, and maybe adopt some kids.

However, their happiness was not to last. One day, while they were practising soul trap spells on each other, a fire broke out in the school due to someone being careless with destruction spells. amid the chaos, the girls were separated. once outside, Dravesi immediately started searching for Amanda, but could not find her. it was then that she noticed that the black soul gem that she carried on her had been filled.

Dravesi grieved greatly for the loss of her love. she could not accept that the love of her life was gone. she kept the gem that contained Amanda's soul safe at all times, and never disclosed to anyone that she had it, lest they try and take it from her while she tried to find ways to bring Amanda back.

over time, Dravesi lost her interest in illusion and spent more and more of her time investigating the forbidden art of Necromancy. She did it all out of love, but the study of the manipulation of life and death will inevitably lead to corruption of one's soul.

She started her experiments on rats and other vermin, but soon switched to bigger creatures like daedra. she killed these creatures just so she could experiment with their souls. In time, it was no longer just about resurrecting Amanda, though Dravesi still told herself it was. rather, the dark magic had gripped and irreversibly tainted her mind, making her actually enjoy the killing she was doing.

in time, Dravesi's experiments with animals would no longer suffice. she had to switch to using humans. When the guards found the bodies of some beggars stashed in her basement, she had to flee town, taking nothing with her except for Amanda's soul gem.

Not long after this, Dravesi discovered through her experiments how to merge a captured soul with a human body. essentially, she would make the human into a soul gem of sorts, and then transfer the soul there. Since she was living by herself in the wilderness and thus had no access to fresh human bodies, she had no choice but to merge Amanda's soul with her own body.

Amanda was utterly disgusted when she discovered what kind of twisted demon her former lover had become. she started to look for ways to separate the the two of them again, but could find nothing. Dravesi saw this as a betrayal, which further sent her down the path of darkness.

in time, they were captured by the guards, who would not believe they were separate entities in the same body. they were shipped to the imperial city prison, where they waited to be executed for Dravesi's heinous crimes.

Lets say a Jarl adopted a son. Would the adopted child inherit the title of Jarl if there is no other biological heir or next of kin for the title to fall to? Or would something similar to the Moot happen and a new Jarl be appointed, thus starting a new dynasty??

Forgive me if the answer to this should be obvious to me, I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to politics or monarchies or the like.

As of Skyrim, there are seven different ways to use the Magicka within Mundus, Alchemy, Enchanting, Destruction, Restoration, Alteration, Illusion, and Conjuration. The latter five are schools of Magic.

In other games, we see other schools of magic. These include Shadow Magic, which is used to manipulate the shadows of the world, turning the darkness into immense power, as well as two other schools. These are Mysticism and Thaumaturgy.

The five main schools are easy to define. Destruction manipulates elements and other destructive forces. Illusion makes illusions. Alteration alters the physical state of things. Restoration manipulates the forces of life and death. And Conjuration takes things from Oblivion

My question for today is simply this: How do you define Mysticism and Thaumaturgy?

So since King Orbitson was really Kynreeze. The character of Bené Fodōr shall be attributed to Dawnknight!

Dawnknight, you can read through the first five chapters of my Fanfiction to get an idea of who Bené Fodor is. Once that’s done, comment on this and we can give him your own personal twist!

And of course any changes will be

explained via story.

Btw, what middle name would you like to give him?

All the chapters are linked in my bio! The story is called: Yandere!

Inferials-(slang-insult) used by Nords to describe Imperials who just couldn't cut it in gladiator school.

Mini-Marco- Famous Neck-romancer known to be of small stature. It is said that he turned on his fellow cult members and became a ruthless conqueror. Legend has it this was brought about by his Conrad's constantly teasing him about being to small to romance anyone.

Shadow-hare- Black rabbit known to be affiliated with the Dark-botherhood. It is said that he is sent on special contracts to annoy farmers by eating all of their crops.

Spawn-guard- Famous faction known to distribute condoms throughout Skyrim to overburdened housewives. There arch enemies are Neck-romancers as these dreaded cult members are known to romance wives while their husbands are away.

Spill-rend- Legendary blade said to have the power to make enemies puke on sight. Thus rendering them helpless in combat.

This is pretty simple, what is the best Dragon priest mask in your opinion. I think konahrik's mask looks the coolest but what about you?

Wouldn’t it be cool to be able to make a new character that does quests in the background of your main character? So both are part of the same save/world.

For example if they did this in Skyrim imagine you make a character and play through the main quest a bit and obviously discover you’re Dragonborn.

Now imagine you start a new character and having the option to not be the Dragonborn and also to play that character in a world where the first character is still the hero everyone talks about and you can only do quests that the first character hasnt done already.

I’m thinking about buying it what is your opinion

As he reached the door, Kerus felt a heavy hand fall on his shoulder and flinched then heard the familiar heavy gulping as he was pushed inside.

"Don't worry laddie... I know how it feels ta be force ta fight for yer freedom..."

Fyn said as he followed Kerus as they reached his quarters then as Kerus went to ask for to be alone, he heard a loud metal crash and a lighter scuttling as he saw Fynvik place Revnis comfortably then looked with confusion at the Dwemer.

"What? My people probably never even gave him a break, first step to insuring we don't get disintegrated if he was to ever escape is to make sure we have a comfortable start, now give the poor lad his memories, we can try to make sure he's calm..."

The Deep Elf said and smiled at Kerus who leaned forward.

"We've just offered him to the psijic order, they won't appreciate us taking away someone like him... I guess it wouldn't hurt though. Trying to talk to a person who hates me at this point is better than talking to anyone outside who is terrified of me..."

Kerus mumbled, a look of abandonment covering his face as he grabbed a cup off of a table and held it up to Fynvik who swiftly filled it up.

"In fact, I need to at least destabilize his connection ta tonal fields ta prevent the distortion of this place... Basically I jus' need ta make sure that arm doesn't work."

Fynvik continued as he began opening the chassis and stared in wonder at the inside.

"Ooh, this is a nice system, the whole thing is goin' ta take a while to pull apart so ya got any tales?"

The Dwarf asked as he took out a scalpel-like tool and begun to disconnect wires and pannels then as Kerus went to speak he piped up again.

"In fact, you and Tandélion have actually told me quite a bit about ye, I'll tell ya about maself!"

He shouted excitedly without diverting his eyes.

"Well... I told ye I know how it is needin' ta fight for freedom... Want to hear about ma time in an arena?"

He extended his other hand as he deactivated the disruptor in his palm as lights shined from the points of each finger, creating a small hologram as Kerus stared into it...

-

"Hey! Atmoran! Wake up!

A guard clad in Dwemeri armour with a wrap of cloth sitting on his shoulders shouted, smacking his wrist on the bars, causing Fynvik to wake up as he sat there, blood seeping from his shoulder staining the stone.

"You're finally going to have your fight, we have the bastard of a Chimer here so you better believe we're going to enjoy watching your flesh melt for all of the times you've stopped our race's progress."

The guard said, opening the door and dragged him to his feet.

"Ye mean all the times I stopped you foolish full-bloods from tryin' ta end yer own lives!"

He shouted loudly as the guard grabbed an electric rod and plunged it into the bleeding arm as he slowly fell to the ground in pain, screaming as the guard also kicked him in the gut, his father's medallion scraping against the floor as a dishonourable brand.

"You have very little faith, I know your blood of the lesser races have tainted your mind and you shall never reach divinity like we will soon!"

The guard mockingly said as he pulled him back up and forced him to keep walking, the crackle of the bolts sending shivers down Torvum's spine. As they kept going, the cells on either side filled with the chanting and howling of prisoners, the full-blooded Deep Elves refusing to take part in something so below them as Fyn stared and saw slightly Nedic, Atmoran, Chimeri and even Ayleid features on the faces of those looking through their doors.

"Looks like they recognize you... Must follow your false belief in our destruction you always talk about..."

The guard said as with a tone of disgust as another guard pulled a lever, shocks going through each cell as even the silent prisoners felt lightning course through them for a few seconds as Fyn looked in terror when he saw the synthesized light coming from a door ahead.

-

As the guard forced him through the gate, he looked around into the wide arena with Dwemeri constructs guarding different points as he saw a board with weapons and lifted a warhammer.

"Fitting weapon for an uncultured brute!"

Called a member of the crowd as certain Atmoran half-breeds stared at him and anyone else who laughed. When he was ready, he saw on the other side, a young Chimeri half-breed stepped forward from their gate and instantly grabbed a longsword. A frail and old Dwarf stepped up to a harmonic device and held it to his throat.

"Greetings from the arena! Today we will judge these two for their crimes against our mighty race! We have the Atmoran half-breed, Fynvik Torvum, sent here from Kagrumez of Solsthiem as his people call it! He has been convicted of sabotaging multiple Automatons and disrupting operations!"

He shouted in a deep and knowledgeable voice, demanding authority and attention as the Chimer simply began training, slashing around as they traded hands then planted the sword with enough force it pierced the stone and began practicing with his body as a whole then summoned fire as he stared back to Fyn.

"His opponent today is a Chimer half-breed, Ralec Daener of Bthanual... Convicted of standing for the heretical art of Magicka, assault of many Dwemeri people and arson!"

The announcer shouted as Ralec seemed to take pride in his crimes as he bowed then grabbed his sword again in a grandiose way.

"Arrogant show off... Now! They shall fight to the death! Whoever wins will be sent back to their city to carry on working to further our collective goals! For the glory of King Dumac and the Dwemeri race!"

He shouted as the boards dropped into the ground and a wall of spears separating them dropped to the ground as the Chimer sent a bolt of fire hurtling towards Fynvik who perfectly deflected it back with a swing of his hammer.

"Yer goin' ta have ta die if I wan' to save more lives... I really am goin' ta be like these monsters if I do it like this..."

That's all for today! I hope you enjoyed it and will continue to support the series!

Hello, I was just wondering if anyone knew a real release date or if there even is one for a new elder scrolls game? I don't believe anything online cause they all say the same thing. If anyone could help out that would be great lol

This question is pretty basic. In your opinion whats the best and worst characters?

Mods, could you look at the evidence I posted in the off-topic as well as check out the links I provided. (To my video).

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I believe that King Orbitson is Kynreeze the Beater.

EDIT: he confessed to four other accounts on Instagram. I think a permanent IP ban would be suitable as punishment.

Link to the off-topic: (All evidence is there)

P.S. I figured this out first!

Screenshot, courtesy of Dawnknight

If you were presented an Elder Scroll to do with whatever you wish, what power or information would that scroll contain and for what purpose would you use it? Would it be for good or ill, right or wrong and why so?

I would use the power of the scrolls to banish and cure all ailments and pains forced on those of us who had no choice in their affliction.

Yes I'm a goody-goody. Deal with it.

Also this pertains to the real world. Not just in-game uses.

Im champ lvl 35 and i want to use my enlighten efficiently i know about daily dungeon and battleground but is there any other way i can grind my xp more seriously?

The lore counts for any race including dwarfs and snow elves and any other extinct race that I may not know. I personally think dark elf takes the cake but if you think otherwise please comment and I will state my point. But for the perks this counts for all games after morrowind except ESO. I would like to see what all you elder scrolls fans pick as a race and for what reason. Is it for looks or is it for the perks that come with it? My favorite race is actually Breton in skyrim because of there ability to absorb 50% magic. I'm curious to see what races you all choose and for what reasons.

Played middle earth shadow of war and wanted to play as alive celebrimbor well guess what i am making a build using him you still use shouts so be on the lookout for the build which i will post on the wiki

Hey to all you ladies, gents, marmadukes and marmaduchesses. It's time to bring you this week's fine acting talents and one of their greatest theaterplays:

Adagon Sandler - 50 First Gates

Chris Heimskrsworth - Shor

Christian Plater - Intervention With The Vampire

Elijah Wood-Elf - Nord Of The Rings

Ewan McGreathouse - Trainerspotting

Hugh Jagarman - Van Helseth

Kyle MacLachance - Rune

Nicole Kidmania - Madman Forever

Ryan Reynords - Meadpool

Sanguine L. Jackson - Cakes On A Thane

Steve Cattle - The 40 Year Old Vestige

Viggo Mortarsen - A History Of Violet Coprinus

Vivec A. Fox - Spear Food

Will Feral - Archerman: The Legend Of Black Arrow

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!

+:Question:+

Who is the oldest living mortal that still alive? (FanFic not included)

A. Kerus Grewyn

B. Divath fyr

C. Vivec

D. Miraak

E. Mercer frey

Good luck! :)

I want to adopt braith because I killed her parents, but the bitchy ass constance michel, is saying no because I already have children, (and yes I have killed Gerda already so don't worry about that)

Does anyone else think that we are assholes because we kill alduin even though he save our God damn lives.

As flames engulfed the tiling of his manor's exterior, Kerus raised his right hand as it filled with a ball as black as the void and he absorbed magicka from the hole to Aetherius, causing it to grow to the size of a mammoth. While watching this exchange Fyn looked to Tandélion for support.

"Eh... Kind-Elf Tandélion, the lad isn't gonna kill 'em is he? I've just got over the last time I thought he killed a group of people...'

The Deep Elf whispered as the much older Altmer laughed.

"Kerus killing? The only time I've seen him kill is when absolutely necessary! Have no fear, this is just him showing off his artistic flare to negotiate from a better position... To be honest, although they have tried to isolate him, he still sees the order as a family, he's always been an adventurous spirit because he wishes to find other Aldmer."

Tandélion replied as he stared at Kerus' face lined with stress

"When I found him in the Coloured Rooms, he simply almost went insane, he was suffering from malnutrition and dehydration because he would never stop exploring Nirn. Eventually I managed to earn his trust and apparently he went home to an island he trained on regularly then just built this place."

The Altmer continued, looking now to Fynvik and smiled.

"From what I heard from the people who still live on that island, soon others found him and in exchange for their company, he'd give them shelter and eventually many of the people hoped to thank him by offering to work as servants for him, there was this one Nede who always cleaned the house despite Greywyn telling him not to because he saved his life after a shipwreck, healing his wounds and giving him food... He may seem a little hard on the outside but all he hopes for is to make sure those he cares about are safe, I guess I know that as good as anyone."

Tandélion chuckled as he held his hand to his heart and felt the Dragon inside him as Kerus finished. Only one out of the group still held a spell in his grasp, surprising even the Ritemaster as the Aldmer compacted the ball into the size of a coin and sent it flying towards the last Sage's heart and stopped a millimetre from striking them.

"You're very brave to continue to stand with this much confidence in the face of death... I think I like you."

Kerus softly said, dispelling everything and stepped closer. Using telekinesis to bring the heart alongside him as the Conclave attempted to think of what it was as he threw it in front of them as a group of Daedra began shouting.

"This Deep Elf is an ally to me who has stopped his race from creating a new heart of Lorkhan from Daedra, he has earned my trust and I wish to stand as his representative to join the psij..."

Kerus confidently said as the group began to protest.

"Aldmer, your word is meaningless as any object in the vaults, we purely attempt to give you the comfort of your own home but without any visitors!"

Said the one still channelling Magicka as Greywyn began to flame up again, this time localizing it into his eyes as the flames ran from the Void.

"I am not staying alone, and if you even attempt to touch any of these people behind me, my threat from earlier will be genuine!"

He roared as he lifted his fingers and from the sky, solid black spears appeared, primed to strike the hearts of each monk and Tandélion ran forward, noticing the blinding source of Magicka and held his shoulder.

"Don't let them turn you into the monster they claim that Sithis has made you into my apprentice. Control your rage, they can't do anything here..."

He whispered as he tightened his grip until the spears were gone then eased Kerus to the side.

"Conclave of Eleven Forces, I must humbly ask for you to accept Kerus' offer, these are greatly powered so he has returned his worth in the vaults, just let him continue to do as he wishes."

Ferois called as he walked down too and stood behind him.

"You and your master aren't even worthy of hearing this discussion! He made a deal with Vile and you have tainted your body with the organ of a Daedra!"

Called the monk as he stared at them disapprovingly and saw the flames in the Aldmer's eyes double in size.

"I wish to duel you for the right of standing on the Conclave to restore membership to me and my master then grant membership to Fynvik Torvum, do you accept my challenge?"

He quietly said, loud enough so that the sages could barely hear, a spear forming in his hand as the Conclave looked to their member with terror as his face went was lined with fear.

"I accept your challenge, we shall fight until one of us gives in, right here!"

He said, attempting to sound confident as he pulled off his robes, revealing the Arena Master who manifested a barrier around them.

"I always wondered what you did when you didn't manage fights... I never expected you to lead the order."

Kerus whispered as he teleported forward and picked the Redguard up by the throat then threw him into the barrier behind him.

"Yesss... Kill thisss mortal for daring to opposse you..."

Sithis shrieked with joy as Kerus stepped away to allow his opponent to get up.

"I will have to... Die before... I hand my position over to you... Monster!"

He groaned as he drew a greatsword of Daedric craft from his hand and attempted to slash at Kerus' throat.

"Funny, you always considered me a great member of your arena as I fought... Now you face me as helpless as a rat to a gryphon..."

Kerus replied calmly as he placed a hand on the blade and disintegrated it as he placed a hand over the Redguard's chest and sapped his strength.

"This can all end if you grant my requests or give in... Save yourself the pain..."

He continued as the Redguard began to fall to the ground.

"I... Won't... Give in!"

He moaned defiantly as he dropped to his knees and Kerus planted a hand over his head, using a spell to also slowly calm him down as he started to drift between unconsciousness when the barrier fell but Kerus refused to let go.

"Kerus, release him! Now!"

Tandélion shouted as Kerus pushed all of the strength back into his body then stood up.

"I restore membership to myself and Tandélion Aurolial and I grant Fynvik Torvum the honour of training under me, finally, I relinquish my membership of this council to our glorious Arena Master..."

Kerus announced loudly, looking at the Redguard the entire time then retreated, walking back towards his manor.

"You may take each offering we brought, and give my apologies to the Arena Master for being so rough... I needed this..."

He sadly said then continued on his way, feeling the weight of everyone's fearful stares...

That's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it and will continue to support the series!

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...

I trying to see if the ps3 has mod cmds uaing ps3 controller only i have legendary edition of skyrim

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

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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.

‘WhYdon’TyoULoVemEdArLiNg??¿¿??ILOVEyOu!!¡¡!’

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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.

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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...”

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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.

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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...

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Next Chapter: The First Event

Cast:

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)

Which Imperial fort in Morrowind has all the secret rooms behind the flags and stuff?

I’m a necromancer who likes mages and I was looking for the best for my character sorry for using this as fictional tinder for my dark elf

Ok, so I know elves can live to be around 1000 years old and I know that humans only life for about a century at most. My question is because bretons are have some elven heritage, would that increase there life expectancy more than the other races? They adapted many other even traits like there magic skills  and even (just a little) there cheekbones and chins. I would also like to know if the huge life expectancy comes with the orc, I assume so but I am not sure if it would be the same case. Thanks for your time.

The dark brotherhood split off from another clan forgot the name you see them in raven rock at the end of the story line mo rag tongue I think their called what happens to them because depending on which storyline you pick there is either no dark brotherhood or little left what happens next with them and the other clan

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!

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:

Apprentice: Scamp

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?

What perks affect the ebony blade? I’ve read a few things on forums about how two handed damage perks boost the ebony blade, but enchantments and other perks related to two handed don’t and you need one handed perks.

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!

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.

I’m replaying the Dawnguard quest, and the game seems to have run into a bug. I didn’t save after defeating the keepers (rookie mistake), and want to try to NOT reset my game.

When I went to go into the Boneyard, something glitched. I’m now stuck on a black screen (can still use Xbox controls and everything) with the same bone sound effects playing over and over.

This has never happened before.

Any tips?

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

Spells:invisibility

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

Race:argonian(obviously)

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

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)

I just killed the 3 keepers went to go speak to her now she won't move so I can't get the elder scroll

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

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.

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.

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)

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Seraph’s Roster:

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

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Abiyel’s Roster:

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

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Hrafn’s Roster:

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

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My Roster:

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

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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:

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?

Playing SSE for the first time and was wondering what are some mods you can't do without?

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!

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 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

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?

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

After all these years, are the Sload still alive after the all-flags navy attacked Thras?

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

I just can’t find any other quests after the quest with Ralis the miner who keeps asking for more money

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.)?

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

The psychopath

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

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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.

...Lhana...

“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.

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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.

‘Okay.’

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.

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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.’

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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,’....

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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.

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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...”

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Next Chapter: Bené Fodōr

Cast:

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

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“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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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Next Chapter: First Lessons

Cast:

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?

Name: nchak

Skills: 1h, smithing, heavy armor,

Alteration, speach.

Race: orc

Occupation: mercenary

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.

-Dab King

yes, it's a stealth archer.

Name: Kills-For-Coin

Race: Argonian

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.

Just wanted to know can you do this more than once

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

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“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.

“Mmmmm.”

“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.

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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.”

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“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.

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Next Chapter: The Five Contestants

Cast:

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

Race: Nord

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.

Ok so if you could live on any continent that wasn't tamriel and yes it could be destroyed what would it be.

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.?