High Rock

I mean some parts of TES Skyrim map should not be considered as Skyrim and home of the Nords by the lore. Maybe Markarth hold for example or some other holds. I dont talk about DLC map. Or Im wrong? Say your thoughts.

Idk if this is a common post on here but I don't think I've seen it on here. Anyways where do you think and want the next Elder Scrolls to take place. I personally think Hammerfell is likely to be where it will be but I would also love to see a game set in Black Marsh.

Okay. This is a redo from my last post. I will try to get better evidence.

Forget the red circle in this picture.

So. As I had stated before, High rock/Hammerfell, Skyrim, Cyrodiil, and an island in Morrowind, and all of tamriel are taken from previous games. SO! If you look in the picture above, there is a little hole right below that red circle.

While the Black Marsh isn't mountainous, there is a marshy hole there. But the Marsh clearly isn't a contender.

SO! If we look at the map again, there is a huge mountain range near the eastern and western edges of Morrowind. and the landscape/generation looks very similar. And if you look at both pictures, the farther end of the land has snow. Both of them do, but Morrowind has less and so does the picture.

And the geographical turn in the map is too sharp than it shows in the trailer. So, as far as I know, High Rock and Hammerfell may not be the location. No where else has mountains besides skyrim and the north of Cyrodiil, but we already had those game. SO! As far as I know, Morrowind may be the place. But you clearly need more evidence.

Note that there is NO island next to the land in the trailer picture, but there is a tiny one on the map north-ish of High Rock. And note that the mountains in Morrowind are darker than in Highrock/Hammerfell. And the picture from the trailer has very dark mountains. And the curve, as said earlier, has a similar bend in both the map on Morrowind's side and in the trailer picture.

And if you look at the red circle again, there is a "Castle" or as I see it, a ruin. What I mean is that there is no city/major location on the map that the red circle marks. But that goes for Both Morrowind and High Rock/Hammerfell.

So, If I am getting this right, TES6 is more likely to take place in the whole Province of Morrowind, than in a Dual Provincial location being Hammerfell and High Rock.

Tell me if I am wrong...

Can someone or all of you give me a brief understanding of the lore of TES (All or any of them). Cuz I just went into the era page and went into the "DAWN ERA" and ended up with 12 other pages open because I don't understand anything about TES at all... I NEED HELP!!! I AM DROWNING IN QUESTIONS THAT AREN'T BEING ANSWERED BECAUSE I KEEP ENDING UP IN OTHER PAGES THAT LEAD TO MORE PAGES THAT LEAD TO MORE PAGES THAT LEAD TO MORE PAGES!!!!!!!!!! SOME ONE HELP!!! I CAN SWIM BUT NOT IN THIS LIQUID!!!

I need help creating a story line for my Elder Scrolls Campaign I'm creating for DND I am open for suggestions, tips and ideas I'm currently in a creativity dry spell. The Campaign is set in the 4th era after the events of the dragonborn defeating Alduin. I have pretty much left the campaign open to anything can happen in any of the provinces of tamriel so please give me some ideas.

So i know quite alot of people are hoping for a game set in both high rock as well as hammerfel. Let's say that did happen. How do you think they would incorporate both provinces? Will one be Main story and the other be a DLC or would you prefer both involving the main story?

What if Talos was the Main Villain of Skyrim?

A/N: Posting a little ahead of schedule since the reviews were so positive last time. :)

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Vague white lines obscured his vision and an odd fuzzy feeling buzzed over his cheek. He yawed deeply, pushing the pale, quilt blanket out of his face and sitting upright. The door to his room burst open just then, revealing one of the chateaux noblemen, his father, Evarié Jade.

“You're finally awake,” announced his father. “Please get ready, Stesha." His father planted a kiss on his forehead. "I love you."

“Mmhmm,” purred Stesha, hardly listening. He yawned again, stretching his arms and relishing in the feeling of his back expand and contract before throwing off the blanket and slithering out of his comfy bed.

“Shower up and come downstairs. It wouldn’t do good to show up late to the court session again." His dad gently closed the door and left, sighing to himself in the hallway.

No it wouldn’t, thought Stesha, gazing out the window of the Chateau, over the city of Wayrest. I seriously need to start waking up earlier.

The sun was rising over the limestone, diorite, and granite architecture, lighting up the stone walls. The city basked in its surrounding countryside. Large colourful trees and the rain-soaked hills of Stormhaven. He could see a few hapless beggars toiling away towards the lower edges of the city, digging for scraps of food in dump piles. Better them than me. He could just glimpse out the horizon of the sea, rising under the clouds above Hammerfell, way in the distance.

He exhaled and quickly arranged his bed before drifting into the washroom, attached to the far right-side of his chambers. Stesha tossed off his pajamas and allowed the warm water of his dwemer-piped bath to rinse over him, resigning himself to bathe before the no doubt, long and arduous day ahead of him.

Vinegar too shampoo with. Soap for my body. Coconut oil to condition the hair strands and to avoid split ends.

Soon after he stepped out and changed into some proper attire, haphazardly squeezing the water from the exceedingly long brownish-black tresses of his hair. Once he was done it bounced back, layering down his shoulders onto his lower chest, as if saying 'good morning'.

I swear its 'grown' a life of its own.

He pulled open a drawer and out popped a bleached cloth which he polished his teeth with, the silver gleam of his braces brightening ever so slightly. Though the enamel-corrective device did nothing to hide his two front buck-teeth.

He threw a black cloak over his shoulders and locked his room, dancing down the corridor, yawning. Damn, I was hoping that shower would've woken me up.

Stesha passed gold-lined walls with mahogany wallpaper, doted with portraits, descending a set of spiraling grandiose wooden staircases that curved and poured out into the central courtroom. A great chandelier hung over the hollow oval-ringed table that had a somewhat crude fire pit at the center of it. Servants and guards resided by the ornately painted walls, filled with more exquisite art pieces, watching over and catering to everyone’s barest whims and needs. The ceiling was made of huge tiles of a royal red colour, and bronze partitions to separate the tiles. It really was quite something, he had to admit. -- Stesha saw the Queen of Wayrest, Crisantha Barynia, at the forefront on her throne, next to her several male concubines, one of whom was his fifteen year-old uncle, Pierre Guimard.

Pierre, you goddamned whore.

He spotted his father at the table and took a seat next to him, reluctantly, considering it was the only seat left. His parent rubbed his head as Stesha poured himself some coffee and surveyed the remaining bits of breakfast for him to eat. "Stop, you're ruining my hair," Stesha complained, patting down his lochs.

“Oh sorry,” whispered his father, retracting his hand. "Wish my hair was as lustrous as yours. It reminds me of your mother, Boadicea's."

"Can you not?" Stesha agitated. "You’ll make me look bad in front of the entire court."

His father drew two fingers over his short-black goatee and nodded, his eyes downcast. "Please show some respect, Stesha. At least I saved you a spot."

"But evidently not any breakfast." Stesha's stomach grumbled painfully.

I'm already a meal away from looking anorexic. All that skooma suppresses the appetite, I suppose.

"Maybe if you woke up earlier, I wouldn’t have to save you any!" His legal guardian reprimanded.

Stesha's mouth curled into a thin line as he scoured the surface for any remainder of food. He spotted some turkey-bacon cleverly tucked away behind a pitcher of juice an arm-length's away and tried to reach it but failed. An imperial who had been observing the affair, gave him a look that plainly suggested she thought he was unworthy of being in a royal court, judging by her disgusted, downturned lips. -- The embarrassment was further exacerbated when his father, who was closer, pulled the bacon over for him.

I hate this.

Stesha cut into the salvaged meat strips with a knife and fork, grimacing at how cold it tasted, glancing up now and then to see if the dame was still eyeing him with disapproval. Thankfully her attention was stolen by some court papers she began attending too post-haste.

"Young girl, could you appoint me to the library, please?" Asked a baritone from behind Stesha.

Stesha turned around and saw that it was a knight. "Am I a pretty girl?" Stesha batted his eyelashes and held up his conjoined hands dramatically.

"Look, I just need to know where the books are?" The silver-armored rook fessed.

Stesha twirled the ends of his hair with his fingers. "And I just need to know if I'm a pretty girl or not?"

How hard is it to tell a boy from a girl? Bloody idiot.

Thankfully however, Ancano Charmaine, the Queen’s young Thalmor advisor, began making his routine morning announcement, saving Stesha from any further retorts that'd likely have landed him in the dungeons. "Everyone, I would ask for your silence and attention!” Announced the high elf. "The Queen is ready to address you.”

“Thank you, Ancano,” said Queen Crisantha as she rose.

The alfr bowed and took a seat next to the Queen and one of her gigolos. Stesha noticed Ancano distinctly sneer in his direction before looking away.

What could I have possibly done to earn such a snobbish demeanor?

Probably just existing, mentioned a little voice in the back of his mind.

Fair point. Can't fault him for that.

"Welcome attendees, residents, members, and subjects of Wayrest’s grand and royal court, to this day, on seventeenth of Last Seed, of the year: Fourth Era, two-hundred and one!” She boomed, standing from her place on the royal silver-plated throne.

She sure loves to stretch her sentences. He laid his head idly against his hand with his elbow propped up on the table.

Stesha didn’t listen much to the middle-aged matriarchal monarch's speech, his curiosity was much more piqued by the Queen’s fairly new advisory addition to the court, Ancano. The handsome, well-muscled, and fair-haired altmer glowered at everyone in the hall, like he was imagining different ways to slice them all open, just using his fork and knife. It seemed Stesha's younger uncle, Pierre, held Ancano in similar tastes to himself. As the teenage breton was watching the Thalmor with chocolate-brown eyes.

Or alternatively, Pierre just has the hots for him. Stesha bit back a giggle, directing his attention back to Barynia.

“So, with that said and done, we will begin today with going over the pleasantries and roles to play for when the Emperor visits us in a month. We must appeal to his better nature. He will be in Skyrim before arriving here!" The once advantageous Queen finished and took her seat back on the throne, between Pierre and Ancano.

Did she seriously just say we're going to practice for when the Emperor shows up in a month. Holy Akatosh, killeth me already and let thine son ascendeth to the heavens.

"Hey, Stesha."

“Not now, father," he answered with a scowl, picking up a copy of the Knightly-Order Newsletter. A local newspaper company that informed the people of Wayrest of current events. He pretended to read it so his da would shut up. "Wish I had more of a say if I had wanted to do this crap too,” Stesha muttered. "Fuck courtrooms."

“Be thankful you live in one of the finest places on Tamriel," Evarié said. "There are beggars in this city alone, take a look at them and you'll change your tune."

"It's not my fault they're poor," Stesha hissed.

"A rich man owes to the poor all he can do for them. A free man owes to the world's slaves all he can do for them. A healthy man owes to the sick, all that he can do for them," his father repeated some speech he heard somewhere.

"A loyal man owes to his dead wife not to cheat," Stesha sibilated again, venom injecting into every word with virulence.

His father's mouth dropped. "S-stesha, it was one time. Your mother had been gone for ten years, I was weak, foolish... alone."

"I'll never forgive you for that. She's up there in Aetherius waiting for your cowardly hide, and you couldn't control yourself enough to not stick your fucking dick into another woman." Stesha glowered at him. "You're just like your father before you. That's why I have an uncle who's two years younger than me. Do you know how embarrassing that is? And now he's following in your and grandfather's footsteps. He's gone and made himself a sex toy at fucking fifteen to a woman old enough to be his mother. But I'll never be like you, Pierre, or grandpa Courtlend. I hate all of you and I hope Courtlend is burning in Oblivion."

His father fell silent, gaze shifting.

Maybe I should just take my bacon and go somewhere else. He groaned, remembering he was not permitted to leave until the debate was over. Which will take at least another two hours. Throwing a glance back at his collation proved there wouldn’t be much to take with him regardless, as it had been cut into barely recognizable fragments of its former tenderloins. -- He saw a nord visitor sitting across from him. That big oaf probably doesn’t even know how to use a knife and fork.

After the court session had finally come to an end, Stesha left the chateau fast with a majority of the royal denizens. The bright daylight was an attack on his vision as he had to struggle to reorient himself among the crowd of people climbing down the stone steps to the city greater. Stesha heaved himself through the intoxicating warmth of others onto the main over-arching deck.

They're like vultures.

He inhaled the fresh air fruitfully, and relished in its cold feeling as it made it’s descent to his stomach, before puffing out thoroughly and peeling open his eyelids. — Wayrest remained beautiful throughout summer, with magical trees that refused to let their leaves fall, to the succinct silver armor of the members of the various lancer chantries, marshaling through the blacktop.

"How many of our fellow court residents do you think dabble in nefarious under-the-table dealings?" A dunmer known as Idrasa Relas queried curiously from the crowd as Stesha watched the last of the traffic spill out onto the streets.

“Only the Eight know,” his uncle Pierre breathed out. “Let’s go.”

Leaving the palace district and entering the merchants' quarter and shopping center, he weaved his way through the crowd past the red and white striped tents of Cumberland Square, the central marketplace and stalls selling wares of food, armor, and whatnot. Making his way down Wayrest Boulevard and strolling betwixt a bustling plaza, in the direction of the southeast edge of town, where one of the temple of the Divines resided. He could hear the distinct bell and cries of the newspaper seller shouting as he passed the banking district.

“Get your Knightly-Order Newsletter! Just in, Mikhael Karkuxor, author of Varieties of Faith in the Empire and several other editions, found to be performing illegal necromantic rituals to extend his life as well as ingesting in magic mushrooms and writing blasphemy. Sentenced to life in prison in Daggerfall! Read all about it!" Cried the salesman, waving his arms about and ringing a small bell to rally more attention.

“Well, glad that heretic's gone,” harrumphed an elderly woman nearby. "Mikhael Karkuxor, isn't that the man obsessed with Vivec's spear?"

"The very same," amended the newspaper boy.

A surly argonian who was lurking nearby greased his way in, "but you see, we here at the Black-Horse Courier were present for his imprisonment and have this silly writer's incarceration in graphic detail." The lizard flashed his own scroll at the crowd.

Stesha laughed and shook his head.

"Forget Mikhael Karkuxor and his nonsensical notes. Everyone knows the only writer worth reading from is: Mathias Bradlyn, he can turn a blank canvas into a beautiful panting."

"You see, this boy understands true literature!" Smiled the same elderly woman.

Stesha bowed and walked on as the seller from the Knightly-Order duked it out in the middle of the street with his rival service that invaded from Cyrodill. Throwing a glance at Woodborne Hall, he heard the clanking of armour and the shine of sleek silver as he made progress through the crowded city-streets, passing by the rose-gardened campus of the Wayrest University on his way. Glad I’m shot of that bloody place.

“Now remember, ladies and gentlemen, it’s one-two, one-two! Yes, strike that poise! Good good. Come on, now!” Clapped the Knight-Commander of the Knights of the Rose as Stesha passed their soot smelling training grounds and blacksmithing tarp.

A few of them raised their visors to scowl at him. Guess they don’t take well to politicians, Stesha glanced down at his vestments. He continued on his way, clearing his mind of the armoured soldiers, passing by an elven priest in the temple district who was performing a sermon in front of the ornate marble Killough of Akatosh, where the Order of the Hour resided.

“Turn away from Talos! Look to Akatosh for guidance!" Catechised the old elf. “You, the bretons of High Rock have to make a choice between the war of bloods in you!” Funnily enough Stesha saw a few nords standing there, listening in. They made no indication to interject or interrupt. The priest however was eyeing them, sweat perspiring down his brow.

Stesha cackled to himself but kept going, sidelong of a small colosseum where the Hazen Highlanders, a gladiatorial team fought next to a school. Yellow and blue banners hung up around the school grounds and arena. Stesha saw a witch with a pointed hat flying away on a broomstick outside a window, cackling insanely, holding a scroll. A pot of orange gruel cooking in the town-square next to a circular tavern. Stone-tiled with towering structures.

One feels that one is in a modern city when one visits Wayrest, but there is a magic in the air that could only come from centuries of civilization.

“Is the priest still giving sermons?" A breton woman asked him as a huddle of half-elven friars left the clock-tower library he was near.

“Should be,” he replied, trying to sound casual, but inside his nerves were going crazy, running amuck and yelling, 'abort mission!'

“Why don’t we ever pray to Talos?” Stesha gazed down at a young boy who was asking the question, apparently to the breton woman.

"Your son?" Stesha's voice cracked.

Why am I the way I am?

She ducked her head.

Why didn't I have a mother to look up to?

“As citizens of the empire, who are as of currently, under the jurisdiction of the Thalmor, it would be forbidden. Also, Tiber Septim is a deity primarily worshipped by the nords and imperials,” the black-haired woman explained to her young son. "Our praise belongs mostly to Akatosh and Julianos, those who will help enhance our elven heritage and thus put us in better standing with the elves."

Bretonian society was built on the foundation of elven morals.

"Why not just pray to Talos in private, away from the Thalmor?” The boy looked at his mother, an expectant expression etched across his visage. “It can’t hurt,” he added.

“It’s not worth getting caught and risking our lives for,” she dismissed.

"Talos is like the coolest god though," the ignorant kid frowned. "I read stories about how he was a mighty nord warrior, and his heroic deeds. The only god that can relate to us people too!"

Stesha didn't know why he lingered there but he clenched his jaw and crumpled his fingers together. “Doesn’t a god lose their power if they receive no worship? I read somewhere that they can even become mortal again if not enough praise comes their way or if the other gods agree to banish them..."

Would certainly explain why the Thalmor are trying to eradicate Talos worship. Question would be why?

“Praise does equate to power for them,” the breton mother turned to regard him. "Something you need, child?" Incontrovertibly, she had forgot Stesha was even there, moreover that she had even asked him a question not one minute ago it seemed.

Why am I not surprised?

"No, I was just curious at what you and your son were discussing, he seems rather intelligent for his age." Stesha blushed uncontrollably when the mother beamed at him.

She's only smiling because I complimented her son. What other reason would a woman smile at a weak geek with braces and buck teeth for.

"He was raised well, that's why. A mother's love goes a long ways." She kissed her son on the forehead and Stesha felt a spike of envy. "You need not trouble yourself with the affairs of the divines. Talos can take care of himself, I assure you. Now, let us go and pray.” The mother directed herself and her son towards the temple.

"But won't Talos lose his power if the elves keep forcing people to not worship him?" The little kid asked his mother as they walked off, Stesha's blush finally subsiding.

That was nice, he smiled giddily. I hope I didn't creep her out though. She left rather abruptly, without a goodbye. Gods, I sound like a worrisome teenage girl.

"Get ahold of yourself, Marion!" A father shouted at his daughter from outside their house, hitting her on the head, the girl conformed to him like a marionette puppet.

She gave Stesha a miserable look.

Glad I'm not her. Sorry, Marion, I can't help you. Your paps would rip me right in half.

"Stand up for yourself once in a while." Stesha eye-rolled.

"Whad you say' boy?" Yelled the fat father at Stesha.

"No hair bands for myself." Stesha faked a smile.

"That's what I thought."

He turned left behind the Cloudy Dregs Inn and dawdled down a low hill behind some of the older neighbourhoods. Grimdale Moor, he found himself in; trekking down a less traveled road, a locale for more nefarious members of society. A few trees were rooted here along with rotten shrubbery and a disregarded pumpkin patch, old houses in disrepair on the sloped community. Gabled roof of the Pirates' Shanty for Reformed Pirates of Society. The only people here were some drunk beggars and loitering wastrels, a mysterious cloaked individual here and there. Shadows concealed the walls and Stesha felt a few goosebumps rise over his body. His skin was pale, and he was sweating, more goose pimples clawing into him as if threatening to sear it apart. Thankfully, only a few reputable Wayresters were present in this far flung end of town. He wouldn’t want to be seen, for where he was going and what he was about to do.

For a second the sky went black and he looked up out of curiosity. What in Oblivion?

The silhouette of what looked to be a dragon was flying out of the sun, it hovered in the sky and shot something out of its mouth. Whatever the thing inside its mouth was flew away, glowing a deathly crimson for a few seconds before cooling and shooting east towards Skyrim.

"HI LOS FUSTIR!" Shouted the golden dragon from the sky. The ground shook at its speech and it vibrated through each and every one of Stesha's bones, like a god speaking to his or her people.

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A/N: Please leave a review! They brighten my day and make the writing feel more worth it.

Chapter 2: Boy Breton

So all we know is late 2024 to 2025 and highrock from leaks. That isn't much. My source is the buildings janitors publicly released statements. Post bellow if you got something better.

What are the provinces of Tamriel ranked based on military, economy, and influence. (Note that Orsinium isn't on the list and I'm ranking them based on power during the 4 Era)

1 Cyrodiil: Cyrodiil has lots of influence, the highest economy from trading, and the biggest military.

2 Summerset Isles: They have the most diverse military from warriors to mages, they have influence after taking over lots of Tamriel, and lots of resources from taking over.

3 Black Marsh: They are mysterious and we don't know much about them but there military took over lots of Morrowind and they also took over Mehrunes Dagons oblivion portals in Black Marsh.

4 Hammerfell: They have one of the coolest militaries because of duel-wielding which is fast and high damaging.

5 Skyrim: Skyrim has a really powerful military and is wealthy but they are vulnerable because of the civil war.

6 High Rock: We don't know a lot about them but they probably have a powerful military because they have the most powerful mages.

7 Elsweyr: They also got taken over by the Aldemeri Dominion which probably means they have a weak military.

8 Morrowind: They used to be powerful but the red year and eruption of red mountain pretty much destroyed Morrowind.

9 Valenwood: They are at the bottom because they rely on the Aldemeri dominion and got taken over very easily.

I’m planning a DnD style elder scrolls game for myself and some of my friends, and I’m basing it in High Rock, 4E 207. I need a bit of help collecting lore on the province for the game, and was hoping that you brilliant people would be able to lend a hand. I have info on the 5 current kingdoms, but beyond that I’m a little dry when it comes to Breton or High Rock lore.

Any help would be great :)

Something I really would like to see implemented in future games is the ability to be a politician. Now by that I obviously do not mean winning votes since as far as I am aware there are no real democracies or republics in Tamriel. In skyrim you could become a thane and as we all know it was a hollow title. I would like it if, using skyrim as an example, you could use your position as thane to gain favor and change the world around you. I’d also like it if their were rival politicians who worked against you and you could lose favor with the public. I think a more fleshed out system like this would work well with the many courts of high rock if the next game is set there.