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Master Neloth’s new assistant just CAN’T get his canis root tea right!

Master Neloth’s new assistant just CAN’T get his canis root tea right!


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#skyrim    #master neloth    #dunmer    #telvanni    #telvanni wizard    #dark elf    #dragonborn    #the elder scrolls    
Sotha Sil

Sotha Sil


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 “You think yourselves gods. But you are blind, and all is darkness.” - Azura Prints ava

“You think yourselves gods. But you are blind, and all is darkness.” - Azura

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tikattu:

thinking about how people of tamriel see falre as a big intimidating nerevarine but actually he’s like this:

Reminded me of this gem

You know, when I play Morrowind I tend to make custom spells and give them proper names. My most fav

You know, when I play Morrowind I tend to make custom spells and give them proper names. My most favourite one is Restoration spell called “Gentle touch”…

Be calm, Falre, our long-awaited Nerevarine, as you are in good hands.

Commissioned art by most wonderful @tikattu


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Telureia Adreti, priestess of Azura, with lots of plot references by wonderful Ymhyn.Please check th

Telureia Adreti, priestess of Azura, with lotsof plot references by wonderful Ymhyn.

Please check their ArtStationandInstagram, and Twitter, and their comics “Lost in Naga-Ard”!


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enolezdrata: commission for @firvenn ! Thank you so much for your work!

enolezdrata:

commission for @firvenn!

Thank you so much for your work!


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 I call this “Dawn in Mournhold”. Oh, little priestess, your beauty and your gentle gaze bring joy t

I call this “Dawn in Mournhold”. Oh, little priestess, your beauty and your gentle gaze bring joy to hearts.

This beautiful art of my character Telureia Adreti was made by extremely talented YMhin! It was a pleasure to work with them and the result is so perfect I couldn’t help crying just a little when I saw it for the first time.

Everyone, please, please check their ArtStationandInstagram, and Twitter, and their most beautiful comics “Lost in Naga-Ard”, they deserve all the love in the world!

NB: had to crop it, cause otherwise tumblr wouldn’t allow it to show up in the search. :c


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tikattu: ceremonial armor for my nerevarine, loaded with symbolism because i can’t control myself Th

tikattu:

ceremonial armor for my nerevarine, loaded with symbolism because i can’t control myself

This is too good and royal to not reblog


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tikattu: i came up with a backstory for my nerevarine, falre, and long story short it is very sad, ttikattu: i came up with a backstory for my nerevarine, falre, and long story short it is very sad, ttikattu: i came up with a backstory for my nerevarine, falre, and long story short it is very sad, t

tikattu:

i came up with a backstory for my nerevarine, falre, and long story short it is very sad, the moms are gone, but a sweet old enchanter gets a chance to raise falre as his own, and he’s a great father. if you’re want to know more i wrote a LONG thread about falre’s backstory on twitter, you can read it here if you’re interested.

Falre used to be such an adorable kid, I say.
Love the way you wrapped up pre-history and connected to the game’s plot!


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reddesart:TES commission Look at my girl! I’m so late with the reblog, but still thank you for this

reddesart:

TES commission

Look at my girl! I’m so late with the reblog, but still thank you for this artwork <3


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Daitis Ramavel, Morag Tong assassin. Commission work.L o v e l y plate!Commissions info

Daitis Ramavel, Morag Tong assassin. Commission work.

L o v e l y plate!

Commissions info


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‘The Vestige escaping Coldharbour’, 2E 583.

‘The Vestige escaping Coldharbour’, 2E 583.


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#eso vestige    #elder scrolls online    #eso oc    #dunmer    #tes art    #airam telvanni    #mirielsart    

Varl and his ridiculous arms.

Hyascinthe. Crazy bitch. I love her.

Varlaeus Aldrethi. Half imperial, half dunmer, and my main in ESO.

The Elves - The Elder Scrolls - Fan Art Pixel Character CollectionHere is part 2 of my set of the pl

The Elves - The Elder Scrolls - Fan Art Pixel Character Collection

Here is part 2 of my set of the playables of the TES games. Next up the beastfolk.


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how’s your preparation for summer? Ready for the return to Vvardenfell?// I’m almost don

how’s your preparation for summer? Ready for the return to Vvardenfell?// I’m almost done, though. Small tasks remain. But these are the most tricky -_____-
#eso #teso #elderscrollsonline #theelderscrolls #theelderscrollsonline #morrowind #craft #cosplay #bethesdahighfive #armor #bethesda #крафт #косплей #доспехи #skyrim #dunmer #darkelf


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Proud of my lil’ dunmer necromancer.❤️

All of Morrowind seemed to be silent the day Vivec emerged from the Clockword City with the bodies of his fellow Tribunes.

The Living God walked in a dignified stride in front of the few Buoyant Armigers who had accompanied hir. Lady Almalexia and Lord Sotha Sil draped lifeless over the arms of the two uncomfortable mer stationed behind Vivec. Holding the corpse of your deity was not ideal to the soldiers, but they had little choice but obey when Vivec told them to carry them. Crowds of nobles and peasants alike parted to allow the procession to pass through on their way to pyre where the Tribunes would be honorably cremated. Young children hid behind legs, while their mothers stared wide-eyed. Men looked to the ground with lumps in their throat as older, thoroughly religious women quietly wailed into the arms of their sons. 

The Dunmer were terrified. The Blight, though over, still weighed heavy on their souls. When the news that not one, but two of their gods had perished, chaos ensued. The Great Houses, Indoril especially, panicked. What did this mean? House Dunmer culture was rooted in their faith, how would this affect politics? Day to day life? Would the citizens turn their back on the Temple? Morrowind would surely perish without the Tribunes protection and wisdom. 

Their Lord Vivec’s expression was unreadable as ze took his god-siblings and placed them on the pyre. Deep inside hir, ze felt hir supposedly lost mortality flare in anger at the sight of the Nerevarine solemnly standing with her head bowed. But hir composure was kept as ze turned to face the fearful crowd. Hir speech was swift and short, unlike the usual beguiling words his people expected from hir. An uncomfortable grief had made itself home in hir, now was not the time to use metaphors and a magical tongue to confuse and reassure hir subjects. Ze allowed the Nerevarine to tell the story of the Tribunes’ demise- how a powerful sorceress had murdered the Clockwork God and released his mechanisms into Almalexia’s beloved city to lure her in and drive a sword through her heart. Ignoring the people’s bewildered expressions(how had one woman defeated two gods?), Vivec sent a subtle nod of thanks to the Nerevarine for her deception, for ze knew her words were fabricated without having been told. “Lady Almalexia and Lord Sotha Sil were once heroes, let them be remembered as such,” the Hortator would later tell hir. The irony of those words being spoken by Nerevar-reborn was not lost on hir.

Vivec saw how hir subjects looked towards hir for guidance. The Nerevarine was their hero of legend, and her presence was of great significance, but Vivec was their God. Ze was meant to be their guidance in trying times, to lead them to the next great chapter of Morrowind’s story. Ze had been there through terrible wars and occupations. Hir sharp tongue blessed them with laughter and hope and hir riddles gave them motivation to love and care for their homeland more than any race on Tamriel (even at the expense of others). Today, ze offered them nothing.

The Living God was weary, and hir weariness was continuing to grow into exhaustion. Divine power being drained out of you like a cosmic vacuum was not a pleasant nor an easy experience. Hir empire, once greater than the warriors of Yokuda, was dying. Hir Divine Brother and Sister (who he once called his friends, long ago) had fallen. Everything they’d built from the ashes of a troubled land had perished. 

And ze’d known the day would come. Ze was a god, after all. Ze knew everything and nothing all at once. What ze didn’t know was the grief that would follow. The aching sensation of a long forgotten feeling, deep in hir body, squeezing hir lungs and pounding on hir stomach. What was ze meant to do now? How could ze console an entire province, keep an entire race stable when ze can’t even predict hir own reaction to an event ze’d already foreseen? 

The Nerevarine followed hir with a watchful eye as ze retreated from the ceremony prematurely, dismissing the Armigers who attempted to follow hir. The crowd of Dunmer now hardly noticed hir absence in their mourning. She felt what ze was feeling, to an extent. Someone inside of her, someone she didn’t know but was a part of her, felt the same sadness; the same longing for a different time. A happier time. 

The Great Temple meant to house the remains of Mother Morrowind and Clockwork God took four months to build, from Rain’s Hand to Last Seed. Located in the heart of Necrom, it was a great temple of lava rock and stone, crafted by the finest materials Morrowind had to offer, guarded by the fiercest Dunmeri warriors. The magister’s of House Telvanni assisted in the construction, as the magic used to build this holy place could only be done by those adept in ancient Dunmeri practices, of course. House Indoril nobles bickered over schematics and design, and even House Hlaalu offered their finest craftsmen for the construction. All the while, Vivec stayed holed in hir chambers for most of this time, only accepting the occasional pilgrim. Ze never dared visit the temporary temple the Tribune’s ashes were being held during the construction. Did ze even dare visit the Great Temple after it’s construction?

Ze did. After a long while, of laying in piles of crumpled up parchment with failed poetry, ze made the trek to Necrom to visit hir friends. The temple was grandeur, far from hir own humble beginnings. The inside was littered with candles and offerings of all sorts; flowers and fruit and clockwork gears and unlit incense. Large, intricate statues of the ALMSIVI reached the ceiling. In the center sat the ash pit of Almalexia, Mother Morrowind, the heart of the Dunmer. To the left, Sotha Sil, and to the right, at Vivec’s request, an empty ashpit, meant for hir. 

“How sad of a sight this is, old friend,” Vivec spoke to Sotha Sil as if he were there, pouring a part of hir bottle of flin in the ash and settling hirself on the stone floor. “We’d spoken of this moment. What the other would have wanted of the temple. You, Ayem,” A memory of a smile ghosted across hir face and ze turned to Almalexia’s statue. “What a handful you are. You sent the Houses in circles trying their best to fulfill your wishes. But you deserve nothing less, my queen.” 

Silence, again. Such a quiet and cold room for them to rest in. Their souls were too bright for this. 

“We spoke of it often,” Ze continued. “However, we never considered that one, but not three, that two, but not all of us would go. What else am I to do now? How am I to look over our people without the other halves of me? I am unwhole.”

Vivec sighed. A sound that carried through the whole temple. A mouse in the corner scurried into its hide. 

“They still love us, they still follow our teachings, but how long will that last? Time changes culture and tradition quickly and you are not here to help me guide it,” Ze whispered the next part quietly. “How long will Ilast?”

Somewhere, in a land unknown by anyone but herself, the Nerevarine woke with a start. An unbearable sadness settled through her and tears welled in her eyes. 

“There is nothing left for me in Morrowind, my dearest friends. I must leave.”

Vivec was standing now, slowly making hir way to the temple door. Hir legs ached and hir eyes were sunken. Ze was sickly. 

“Don’t be mistaken, this is not the end of us. We will not die out to history.”

The Nerevarine held her head in her hands, breathing harsh and fast. 

“The ending of the words is stillALMSIVI.”

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