Something like this:

(no, this is not my picture, but it works as an example)

I stole everything from Whiterun and sold it in Windhelm.

Name: Dwells-in-Shadows

Race: Argonian

Gender: Male

Primary Skills

Sneak

Speech

One-Handed

Light Armour

Weapons

Apocalypse - Daedric Dagger with Absorb Health & Chaos enchantments

Macabre - Daedric Dagger with Fear & Soul Trap enchantments

Armour

Amulet of Articulation

Shrouded Armour

Shrouded Gloves

Shrouded Boots

Shadowscale Signet - Ring with Fortify Sneak & One handed enchantments

Powers

Hitskin

Shadow Stone

Shadowcloak of Nocturnal

Playstyle

Always Sneak near enemies or targets you wish to kill, using daggers combining the Assassin’s blade perk with the Shrouded Gloves enchantment deals Dagger base damage X 30 sneak damage to targets.

Backstory

Dwells-In-Shadows was born in Lilmoth in Blackmarsh in 4E 176 (25 years) and raised as an assassin from birth along with his two sisters, Kuvira & Seishara due to them being born under the sign of the Shadow meaning the three of them where Shadowscales. Shortly after his birth, his parents who where Shadowscales took him and his sisters to the Corinthe Sanctuary in Elsweyr where they would live for the next 12 years. They begun training as assassins at 5 years old, they advanced quickly, they where assassin prodigies, they began taking contracts at 10 years old, they lived the life of a normal Dark Brotherhood member until the Black Hand ordered the Corinthe Sanctuary to be closed in 4E 188, all the members where to be transferred to the Cheydinhal sanctuary. Dwells-in-Shadows and his family all went to the Ceydinhal sanctuary, mysteriously all the members of the sanctuary started dying off, in 4E 189 Dwells-in-Shadow’s parents died so he and his sisters deserted the Dark Brotherhood before they ended up dead. They retreated to Bruma where they set up a shop that sold food & supplies, In 4E 201 while Dwells-in-Shadows was meeting with a client at the Imperial City there was break in at the store during the night, both his sisters were murdered, he returned to Bruma a couple days later only to be informed that his shop had been destroyed and his sisters where murdered, he was given the daggers that belonged to his sisters, Apocalypse which belonged to Kuvira, and Macabre which belonged to Seishara. He used these daggers in memory of his sisters. He no longer wanted to remain in Cyrodiil, it brung back memories of his family who were all dead, so he sold his business and set off to Skyrim only to be captured by the Imperials.

So I've posted a daedric prince idea awhile bacK, Feel free to read this just so you can understand the idea i have. https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000027484

Remember that this is just an idea/fan creation and probably doesnt stick exactly to the lore of the games :)

Hunaris (A play off of Huna,which is "Hidden" or "Hide" in Maori) or "The Hidden Plain" Is the the daedric plain of Darrun. The realm is ruled by all, and ruled by none, They say you can find this realm by not searching for it, What do they mean by that? no one knows. Hunaris is a realm which is reversed. the hot sands are cold. the cold snow is hot. you die by living, and live by dying. A place where the dead speak. and the living are mute. No daedric prince dares enter this realm. for this place is where the strong and powerful are weak. and the weak are strong. if a daedric prince were to enter the realm of Hunaris. would be a death sentence. for this prince. and this place, are the only things a prince truly fears. For this plain isnt like most realms. For here, you can Kill a daedric prince. their soul will be taken by darrun and used for his own power.

The book father of the Niben says in it don't believe look for the book then read it

Does anyone else have any TES books (the in-game books) they consider their favorite, or like reading at all. I have a few but would like recommendations if anyone knows a good one off-hand. My current favorites that I recommend to you are:

A Dream of Sovngarde

The Doors of Oblivion

The Armorers Challenge

Knightfall (which is my number one)

• Flame atonch

• Spriggan

Here is the 4th chapter of my Tribute to Lucien! A big special, long chapter just for my cute little pumpkins here in OCTOBERRR on HallowEEEN!

What a nice fall we're having.

ANYWAY!

Enjoy~

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Her ears were filled with the sounds of laughter and bickering and all things an actual family does. Perhaps it isn't as bad as it seems here with them. Is she truly making the right choice?

She doesn't know yet, but one thing is for sure… she is glad to be away from that mother of hers. No telling what kind of trouble she's raised up since she's been gone on her little Brotherhood trip. Her mother may have an entire band of Imperial Guards looking for her all over the city.

Lastira didn't really think about that, though. The consequences of staying away for too long, for making an even bigger name for herself in the Arena, and for running away from home in general. It wasn't like her mother didn't know about her fights at the Arena, anyway.

She was well-aware. Yet another reason to keep her father's identity from her. Mayhaps for fear of what she could become with the knowledge. Lastira still cannot forgive her mother for that one.

She knows it may be for the best, she could have ended up like Agronak. Lost her will to live. But her father is no vampire. She knows that much, too. So what makes him so bad that her mother refuses to even utter his name?

She didn't truly know what it was that she had hoped for. She just wanted answers. But, for now, she only needs to learn if she truly did like killing. Killing Agronak was simply the beginning of her run. She did not know how or why she went through with killing Rufio. And she still does not know the name of the man she killed in the Imperial City.

Now, the vampiric Breton has given her a contract to kill pirates there. One pirate specifically, by infiltrating his ship. The boat is the well-known Marie Elena of the Imperial City Waterfront, one Lastira knows well from living in the Talos Plaza district and adventuring all around. She will need to keep her hood up and not speak to anyone, for risk of being caught and taken back to her mother, but she wants to do this. It's much better than killing innocents. At least the pirate will fight back.

Perhaps they gave her this contract to show this. That they do not only kill innocents, but trained killers and thieves too. That may be a good thing, right? The Black Sacraments are still going. People call on them and they serve. That cannot be that bad.

Lastira still has mixed feelings about it, she cannot help it. But she knows that the killings she did in the Arena meant nothing to her. Each time she took a soul, she never thought twice about it. It's the same now. But she often feels guilty hours later, because… well, because why?

...Mostly, because of her mother. So, could she really be called a murderer like this? Just doing what people want?

Her moral compass is something of a joke.

Perhaps if she had more trust in herself, she would not need her mother's approval.

"I must go on my way now," she abruptly interrupts the others, standing from her seat at the dining table. Her plate was clean, no crumbs or anything left. The girl had gained quite the appetite from all the stress, likely.

"Attagirl!" Kha'lera applauded, giving the others a look to mean that they better not distract her from her contracts.

"Be careful. May the Night Mother watch over us all tonight with her loving, shrouding embrace." Ocheeva smiles warmly, nodding to her as Lastira gripped her satchels wearily, truly not ready for this.

The trip to the Imperial City itself was not the problem, though. She knew many shortcuts, luckily, but still did not know what to expect from the guards at all. They could be asking anyone who comes in about her. Her mother had that much influence. She just thanks the Gods that her mother is no Countess.

Once outside of the Sanctuary as well as the abandoned house alone, she makes sure her dark hood is covering her most telling features. Taking a deep breath of fresh air for a moment, she tells herself she needs to do this. She has to, otherwise she won't know if she's actually cut out for this. They are just pirates.

Looking crazy to the wandering eye while talking and nodding to herself, she rubs the bridge of her nose and whines like a kicked puppy. Having a mental debate with herself will not help her anymore than solely acting on things. Her mother doesn't need to be visited, so why does she find herself worrying for her while she's been gone? Why has she worried for her father recently too, when she's never met him? It's all so confusing.

After around three hours, she makes it to the Imperial City Waterfront. She managed to swim most of the way, directly avoiding entering the city the right way and traversing through districts, instead letting the damp leather dry off from the hot sun after emerging from the waves. She makes sure her hood is still on as she wipes her face with her sleeve gently, not wanting to change here for obvious reasons. She knows none of it will matter as right after she kills the man, she will need to swim away again anyhow.

She decides to climb up the stone she's so accustomed to seeing, remembering fond times of herself in her younger years of treating the stone like a tree. Who would've thought that would come in handy for her now?

After managing to get up without much hassle, she stays low in a crouch so that the guards won't see her. From afar, she can already see a detailed sketch of her own face on a missing poster, almost like those posters about that wanted thief 'The Gray Fox', only her poster doesn't label her anything bad like his does. She would go and snatch it to show the Brotherhood, but it's entirely possible that they already know about it if they've visited the area lately.

Lastira soon focuses on the task at hand, ending up using her height and size to her advantage by getting inside an open crate big enough for her to fit inside without issues. She closes it up, having not planned any of this beforehand, but it was just perfect for her. She hadn't even thought about how she would get inside previously, but she knew she had to stay unseen by the guards. That was for certain.

Sure enough, after a few minutes she can hear and feel the crate being lifted by a man, likely one of the pirates. He carries her onto the ship without complaining or anything, not seeming to have any trouble with it. She hits the ground with a thud around a dozen minutes later, having been carried to the crate's destination point. It had to be somewhere in the back of the ship, as she knew that was where most kept their cargo at. When deeming any and all pirates gone from the area, she finally opens the lid and crawls out.

She knows she has time to explore the rest of the ship to further arrange a plan, so she keeps her prized Arena sword ready in its sheath. Avoiding looking at it too much, she knows it's all she has to kill with besides that strange dagger Lucien gifted her when they met. She thought it was useless, though.

Traveling on, she passes many pirate rooms quietly, good at not drawing too much attention to herself while trying to stay sneaky. Her Brotherhood armor was doing a fine job of keeping silent, as well. Thinking to herself while remaining vigilant, she knew the Captain's cabin had to be on the top deck. She avoided all pirates until reaching what looked like a ladder leading up to something from afar. She figured that she could try it out, not seeing any other ways to get out so it had to be that ladder that leads up to the cabin.

Waiting for the two pirates who were talking together beside it, she kept her hand on her sheath. She was determined to only kill the captain, but should she need to kill any others in her own defense, she was prepared to do so. So far so good.

It doesn't take long at all for them to move at all, making her sigh with relief. Snatching an apple, she bites into it to soothe her stomach as she sneaks up to the ladder. Careful with the apple as she begins climbing, she's fairly certain the captain will call her out when he sees her come up. She opens the trap door gently to avoid much noise, closing it once making it up and gaining her footing on the wooden floor of the cabin. She soon takes a moment to scan the room and admire the looks of it. This captain must have money.

Looking over at him, she sees that the reason she hasn't been called out yet was because...he was asleep. She shakes her head visibly, what kind of pirate captain sleeps at 10am? Idiot. And he's supposed to be looking for treasure. Some pirate!

Lastira decides to search his room with all the spare time, plucking the nirnroot from his pot once she sneaks to the dining table. She examines the chiming, blue plant. It seems almost otherworldly. Nirnroots have always been this way, though, which she finds very fascinating. She neatly slips it into her satchel that she uses for flowers and the like, now turning and focusing her attention on the chest of his.

Despite not caring much for money, she was curious if he had much in there. She could save up enough money for a place to live; somewhere far away from here, that's for sure. The Brotherhood could provide the majority of that money, she knows. It isn't like she has a choice. At least in someplace like Chorrol she won't be known. She actually pickpocketed the captain himself for the key to it, instead of killing him just like that.

Opening it up, she cackled when she found more than what was expected. There were two flawless pearls, a flawless emerald, and 100 gold coins in the damn thing. Not thinking, she snatched it all and stuffed them in her other satchel, as the captain stirred from her laughter. Turning and standing up, Lastira squeezed her apple and let her mind run with ecstasy of how she could truly do this. The gems were more than enough, not to mention the contracts for the Brotherhood. No telling what they may pay her in the future!

"Thank you Sithis," she whispered, so caught up in the joy that she had a smile on her face when the captain asked her what she was doing there as he was getting up from bed. He didn't attack her no, having not seen his open, looted chest behind her. She did not answer, unsheathing her silver sword without a care.

"Oh what, you one of those poor hooded urchins looking for food or something?" He would gesture to the half eaten apple laying still in her other hand, as well as the strange attire.

"I ain't gonna kill you over it, kid. Get outta here."

She smiled wider, almost feeling high because of the apple. It wasn't poisoned, was it? A pirate's poisoned apple? Funny. Like skooma.

"You're funny, Mr. Pirate. Arr." With that, she unexpectedly poked his abdomen with the sword… the sharp end, really. It went straight through his gullet.

The man began to gurgle, looking at her like he couldn't believe he was dying because of a 'poor urchin'. It reminded her of the man she killed in Augusta's inn. Oh no. She slid the sword back out, the thing having went in surprisingly deep. So deep that the captain fell to his knees after, seeming to have been kept up by it.

When Lastira's eyes met with the now bloodied blade, she felt quite sick. So, she turned her gaze back on the severely deceased captain. She saw that his blood was still continuously spewing out of his wound, a majority of it gathering on her very shoes, and she only laughed at it. The laughter started to get hysterical and when she glanced at her blade again, she began to hurl unexpectedly. What was happening to her?

"Agronak-" and she hit the ground, passing out cold. The nearly finished apple rolled from her unconscious hand, while her bloodied sword stayed in her tight grip.

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"Shhhh shh, no child. You need rest. Sleep. Drink. Repeat. Good. You'll be up soon,"

She knew that voice.

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What could possibly be happening to our dear Lastira, hmm? Well, that will only be answered in our next chapter, I'm afraid.

BUT!

I do hope you have enjoyed this and have a great Halloween, despite the confusing chapter 😂 ik there's still no lack of candy, though, so have a good night! A GOOD NIGHT, I SAY! Goodbye~

I always spare Cicero because he is loyal to the Night Mother and is one of the only members who obeys the 5 tenets. People usually decide to kill him but is still not as bad as what Astrid did. Even though he does try to kill attack Astrid, it is because she doesn't respect the night mother while Astrid ends up almost killing the last Dragonborn and kills almost everyone in the sanctuary. Even some of the members question Astrid's decisions to abandoned the tenets. Cicero has also gone through so much in Cyrodil and it isn't his fault he went crazy. Lastly, if you spare Cicero, you get him as a follower which means you get the most dialogue compared to any other follower and he also is really fast and has 98 sneak. Do you guys agree with this?

I activated the Ransom Note quest, and went to the mine my spouse was being held. I killed the bandits at the front, then went into the mine, but the quest was now marked as done, and disappeared from my journal. So I went back into my homestead but she was not there. Do I need to wait longer, or did I need to go through the entire mine and actually find her? Later, after being unable to find her at my home, I went back into the mine, and cleared it, but I couldn't find her there.

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I have a radiant quest from Sergius at Winterhold College to pick up an item to be enchanted from Sabine. This has been unfulfilled for a long time because the only place I can ever find her is in the cabin of her ship. Even though the door is unlocked, when I enter, she says "You're not supposed to be in here!" and that is all I can get from her.

Can anyone help?

I feel like when people play sneak builds, the choice is usually Khajiit which isn't a bad thing because they start off with 25 sneak but they don't have the powers. If you think about it Khajiit only have claws which are only useful for brawling and unarmed build and the night eye power is never really used and you can just turn up the brightness. Now Argonians on the other hand have hit-skin which generates health extremely fast along with water breathing which is kinda useless and 50% disease resistance which is a but useful. But why does everyone use Khajiit instead of Argonians which are much better. In my opinion, I play Khajiits because they look better and have a higher starting sneak. Argonians just aren't as unique which is probably why they aren't as popular as Khajiits. (By the way I'm not saying I hate Khajiit because they are my second favorite race)