During my still unfished construction and furnishing of Lakeview Manor, I accidentally put a cooking spit into the small cottage part of the house. Now it blocks the entrance into the main section of the house. Can it be removed? Also, I'm playing on Xbox.
What's on your mind?
Building and furnishing Lakeview Manor has become too time constrictive and expensive for me, so I decided to hire Rayya, the Falkreth Housecarl. But I can't find her in the Yarl's Longhouse and later learned of a bug that prevents her from showing up. Any way I can get her to appear?
When the Dragonborn wakes up from being knocked out their told that they were trying to cross the border. which raises the question was the Dragonborn trying to sneak into Skyrim or were they trying to leave Skyrim.
personally I think the Dragnborn was trying to leave Skyrim because they wanted to have no part in the Civil War.
Something I’d love to see return from Elder Scrolls Arena is that the main quest took place over a span of 10 years. In other words, you don’t wake up on a cart get “hey you’re finally awake”d and then two weeks to a month later you’ve saved the whole world.
I’d love for this to continue. I know it’s difficult doing this type of thing in an RPG as well in TES and just with some gameplay elements. But I feel like your adventures across the next country would be well more of an adventure! It doesn’t have to take 10 years like Arena because of the obvious difference in the size of where you’re traveling (a country vs the continent) but if there was at least more ways that can simulate a longer adventure.
An example is in Fallout New Vegas, when going to or from a certain DLC area, it takes two weeks in-game time. Stuff like that or even just an amount of days needed to pass before the next quest begins.
Do you think this could work in TES and still keep the game enjoyable? Would that be a bit more immersive to some people?
According to some in game info, Dragons are Aedric in nature, though like a lot of lore, it's kept vague. But this got me thinking, if this is true, what if there are other creatures out there who have connections to the Aedra? Daedric Princes have the Lesser Daedra, so what if the Divines or Aetherius have native creatures of a lesser nature? ES equivalents of Celestials and Fey from D&D. The Unicorn we see in Oblivion could also be Aedric creature. Other ideas from mythology and religion that could fit the bill are the Smiurgh, a bird with a dog like head from the Middle-East, and of course, Angels.
The next question is, why are they not as often seen? Could this be a fine new addition to ES? Or is the lore packed enough already?
I just stumbled upon Shady Sam in Dawnstar. Is he really supposed to be on Skyrim? He should be dead bye now, last time I saw him was in Oblivion. What in the whole world is he doing in Dawnstar, does anyone have a good answer?
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Anyone ever thought that in skyrim explorers don't have a lot of oppurtunities. The Dragonborn takes everything.
Is it ever specified to which moon the (name of the) ring refers?
I’m playing a modded game right now and I accidentally traveled back to sovengarde and now I can’t figure out how to return to Skyrim. Help
What do you think of the hard shelled menace, the Charus?
Alduin attacks Helgen because he knows the dragonborn is there right? Or is it just a coincidence that he attacks the place where his biggest foe is?
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The Priestess and the Black Star:
“This is why the Nords refer to Imperials as Milk Drinkers,” the owner of the New Grisis Cornerclub said to me as I opened my eyes, in a small room above his Inn. “I need water Ambarys, not a lecture.” I say in reply, and thankfully he had some, and a thick soup of vegetables as well. I sat up and thanked him for his kindness and notice the odour of my own insides is still prevalent down the front of my shirt. “Oh, my I need to get back to Candlehearth Hall and change” I mutter out loud. “You might want to rethink that Adonato, Hold guards have been here looking for you.” Ambarys informs me.
“They did? Oh my, and The Priestess, where is she?” I ask while slurping up the warm meal while sitting up in the bed, slowly beginning to recover form the might before. “The Lady you met with; I have no idea.” The Dunmer replies, winking at me “and I have no idea about where you are either, except I will tell you this. The next Carriage to Winterhold leaves at noon, and you need to be on it. Which doesn’t give you much time.”
Ambarys Rendar, then gives me a clean Dunmer outfit, a worn cloak with an attached cowl and leaves me to change. A wash basin in the corner of the room allows me to clean and wash my face, and I am refreshed enough to venture downstairs. Before I leave the room, I fetch my journals, inkwell, quills and parchments, pack my knapsack and after checking that my boots are free of vomit, I make my way out of the room and down the stairs, slowly, still a little unsteady on my feet.
“Hurry now Adonato, take the back route to the Main Gate, and keep your head down, no one is going to pay a Dunmer any mind at this time of day. Also, the Lady left some gold for you to pay your way. Off you go then.” Ambarys says to me, as I eye the bottles of Sujamma behind the bar.
” Thanks, Ambarys, may your kindness not go unrewarded.” I offer as I tear my gaze from the infernal liquor that is tempting my downfall. “Oh, I’ve been rewarded, she left enough gold for me to cover all expenses.“ he said to me as I headed out into the freezing snow of another Windhelm day.
I made my way as suggested, with the cloak wrapped around my aching bones, the knapsack tucked up under my arm out of sight, and my head down under the cowl. Surprisingly warm, I thought to myself. I arrived at the Windhelm Stables, paid my fare to Alfarinn, who barely looked at me, and we were off to the second most remote part of this icy, cold and mostly unpleasant province. It took most of the day and into the evening, however we arrived without being accosted by Bandits, or wild beasts, and I made my way down towards the Inn, the aptly name Frozen Hearth.
It was empty inside, bereft of patrons except for a forlorn looking fellow siting alone and I was surprised to see the Innkeeper, beaming a welcoming grin, standing behind the bar at the rear of the building. “Come on in, out of the cold traveller, I’m Dagur, what can I get for you?” he greeted me, as I came in and shook the bitterly cold snowflakes from my cloak.
“Good evening to you good sir, I’m in need of a place to stay.” I say to him as I walk up to the bar. “Are you by chance Adonato?” he asks me, with a broad smile, as if he knew that this Imperial dressed as a Dunmer was expected. “I maybe, why?” I stammer, afraid that there is a bounty on my head large enough to follow me from Windhelm. “You have a friend waiting for you downstairs. He has paid for your room, and insisted I make you welcome, please down the steps behind me.” He motions to what appears to be a ladder, but these Nords, and their sense of humour.
I clamber down, managing to not fall and break my neck, and I am greeted by another Dunmer, who is no doubt in the confidence of the Priestess Irdi Sul. I am beginning to understand why the Nords dislike them so. They sneak about, keeping to themselves, and seem to be in every Hold, up to no good.
“Greetings friend, I am Adonato” I say to him. He looks me up and down, and with a cursory look at my attire, says “Of course you are.” “and you are?” I attempt to be polite, but I am tired and cold, and it is not warm in the cellar.
“Who I am is no concern of yours. Let’s just say someone very dear to me has asked that I look after you until they arrive. There is food on the table, and some wine. I suggest you eat; it will help you recover from the cold.” The Dunmer eyes me with the weary look of a fellow who has seen the many harsh realities of life in Skyrim, and perhaps most of Tamriel. I give him thanks and sit down to eat what is a surprisingly good meal of roasted meats, baked vegetables and warm bread. I pass on the wine and open a bottle of Nord Ale.
“Any chance you have some Sujamma friend?” I ask the Dark Elf, as he sits across from me, sipping Alto wine from his goblet. “I think you may have had enough of that last night Sere?” he says sarcastically. “I advise you to resist the urge to drink more of the Greef liquor, it will consume you, enslave you to its sweetness.” He then gets up and wanders to the back of the room and sits behind a table set up to display the wares of a trader, or so it appeared.
Some time passes, and the Dark Elf stands as someone begins the descent into the room, and I notice the familiar glow of the Priestess Irdi Sul, as she makes her way across to greet the Dunmer, as an old friend “Greetings my dear Enthir, I trust you have kept my fiend entertained?” and they embrace, with him saying “I am in the presence of majesty, your holiness, of course, your merest whim, is mine to obey.”
“Adonato, this is Enthir,” the Priestess introduces the Dunmer and continues to sing his praises,” he is an old friend currently engaged in the service of the Arch Mage at the College of Winterhold. Enthir has been gracious enough to provide me safe lodgings at the College, and for you to stay here at the Inn, so we may continue our dialogue, undisturbed by the local Nord rulers and their petty suspicions about my intentions.”
“Thank you for dinner Enthir,” I offer the Dunmer, however he ignores me, entranced by the Priestess, and gave but I quick nod in my direction, maintaining a gaze on Irdi Sul. that I’m sure she would have taken as a compliment. I found it odd, and a bit creepy.
“Adonato, we need to continue our conversation. Enthir, would you be kind enough to order more Alto wine, and leave us? I will send for you when I require an escort back to the College.” Said the Priestess, and without a moment’s hesitation, he was up the steps and gone.
“Now, where were we Adonato, I take it you have your writing implements with you?” asked the Priestess. “Yes, here in my knapsack,” I reply.
“And your head, is still attached, after the previous evenings sojourn into the dire consequence of consuming too much Sujamma?” she asks, with a broad smile.
“Yes, My Lady, although I only remember up to a certain point, your story, that is.” I say to her, hoping that my embarrassment at falling down drunk in front of her, is not showing.
“Of course, I was detailing the luck of arriving at Bensiberib Camp and close enough to Tel Fyr to see the stunning spectacle of the Tower from the entrance of the Yurt.”
“Yes, I remember you were waiting for a wife to arrive?” I mumble this and she throws back her dark tresses, laughs loudly and says “No more Sujamma for you Adonato. Yes, we were awaiting the arrival of Uupse Fyr, or at least Anrel was. I was in no condition to greet anyone.” Said the Priestess as she continued to chuckle at my expense.
“It was late in the morning” she continued, “I was able to prop myself up on some straw just outside the Yurt, the sun beaming down, and warming my bones. It felt good to sit in the sun, and thanks to Anrel and her caring for me, I had with the help of the Grace of Almsivi, delayed the onset of the symptoms of Corprus.” The Priestess poured herself some wine into a goblet, raised it to her lips, and spoke of how Anrel was attempting to again get her to drink, when a sailing vessel appeared, bobbing up and down through the choppy waves, the morning light reflecting off the ocean, turning the colours of the waves green, blue and gold. “I watched as the boat made its way to shore. The woman that got out of the boat was greeted by Odaishah Yasalmibaal, and she walked up to us, her demeaner that of a Princess, her manner that of a Mage.” Said Irdi Sul.
“Uupse Fyr, Dunmer Wife of Divayth Fyr, dressed in golden Chitin Armour, her long flowing silver hair tied up in a knot behind her, the fringe loosely falling around and framing her face, marched up to the Yurt where I lay, and introduced herself to Anrel,” said the Priestess, “She was tall, well set and as robust as Anrel, her face pale for a Dunmer, she had the high cheekbones and elongated nose of nobility. She had tattos, or markings on her face that gave a a fierce look. She looked down at me, and smiled, a warm encouraging greeting and I immediately felt safe.”
The Priestess told me of how Anrel discussed at some length with Uupse Fyr about her and the disease that she was plagued with. Uupse was well aware of Corprus, and said it was her life’s work to study, and care for its victims. We learned that it was a Blight, most likely born of the darkness of Dagoth Ur, and his reprehensible use of the power he had acquired while ensconced in Red Mountain. This confirmed Othreloth’s claims that Dagoth Ur lived and was responsible for the resurgence of his House now referred to as The Sixth House by its followers.
“Fearful times my Lady,” I say to her, and she replies “Yes Adonato, Dagoth was thought to have died with Nerevar, the news that he and his House was now re-emerging to challenge The Tribunal was concerning. Azura had shown me the fall of The Tribunal, and yet this was not revealed in my visions and I began to wonder if maybe I had misinterpreted what I had seen.”
The Priestess continued her retelling of her experience on the beach, meeting Uupse and explained that Uupse Fyr told Anrel she had a sanctuary on Tel Fyr, called the Corprusarium, where the poor infected wretches that found there way to them were cared for, and her Father Divayth Fyr, would someday find a cure.
“Wife or daughter, my Lady. Did she refer to Divayth as her Father?” I asked, attempting to understand what I just heard.
“Concerning you is it?” The Priestess said looking at me with her deep crimson eyes, “At the time it made no sense, but it would when we met Divayth. Please allow me to continue” said she, with a sigh, as she took a small sip from her goblet.
“Uupse asked Anrel to collect an item, in return for my admission to Tel Fyr and the Corprusarium.” Said the Priestess.
“Anrel agreed to her demand that she bring it to her, from a trader nearby in Tel Aruhm. The item, a Guarskin drum, had some significance for Uupse, and was to be collected and be given as a gift,” said she “while Uupse waited with me for her to return to the Yurt.” The Priestess explained Anrel made her way to Tel Aruhm using Uupse’s Vessel, and she was left in the company of Uupse Fyr and the barbarian, Odaishah Yasalmibaal.
“Uupse Fyr, then sat beside me and asked Odaishah to leave us,” said Irdi Sul. “When he was gone, she manipulated her hands and conjured what appeared to be a small orb or white light, that she then cast into my chest. The feeling of relief was instant, and I breathed in the sweet crisp smell of the sea air, and for the first time since I fell to the ground in agony the day before, I felt alive again.” The Priestess told me that she was able to sit up and the cramping and stiffness in her body had eased, allowing her to thank Uupse, and drink the water left behind by Anrel unaided. She told me Uupse explained the effects of the spell were only temporary, and that the disease would again test her, however she should feel no pain until they had met with her Father.
“How is it you proclaim Divayth Fyr to be your father, and yet Odaishah Yasalmibaal told us you are his wife I asked Uupse?” the Priestess said looking at me with an expression that suggested, yes, I found it odd too.
“I am both, Irdi Sul, I am of him, and with him. He created me and my sisters, he treats as his wives, and yet calls us his daughters. I look at him as a Father. My other sisters have a very different relationship with him.” was her reply I was informed.
The Priestess said she had no idea what this meant other than somehow Divayth Fyr had more than one wife, and that Uupse held him in very high regard. Uupse told the Priestess of her work. “The Corprusarium is just one of my Fathers many projects.” She said “Our mission here is partly humanitarian, partly research. He has been searching for a cure to Corprus disease for a long time. A very long time. But in the meantime, we care for the Corprus victims as best we can. The world outside is very cruel to Corprus sufferers. They are much better off here with us."
Her words were soothing said Irdi Sul, and the Priestess said she could feel the empathy and sweet nature of Uupse was genuine. It relaxed her, and she said she fell in to a deep, dreamless slumber, bathing in the warmth of the sun, nestled into the straw on the beach looking out toward Tel Fyr.
When she awoke Anrel the Priestess informed me, had returned and they were ready to make the short journey by boat across to Tel Fyr and meet Divayth. “I asked what the drum was for and Uupse said it was to play for the victims of Corprus. She said she hoped that the gentle rhythms of the drum would help sooth their suffering.” The Priestess said to me and then how “Anrel helped me up and put me once more onto her broad shoulders. She carried me to the small sailing vessel, helped me inside and we sailed across the bay, as the sun set, in bright golden hues of orange, red and purple.”
The Priestess took her goblet finished the contents and asked if I would accompany her up to sit near the fire, as the air in the cellar was beginning to get quite damp. None to soon I thought to myself and gladly agreed.
Where are the eltmer, also known as holy elves
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