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Places in Skyrim - Falkreath

Falkreath has been the site of many battles throughout history. The town’s graveyard holds the remains of many Nord warriors who fell in those battles. Playing upon the historical significance of their town’s graveyard, the merchants of Falkreath have adopted names for their businesses that reflect themes of death and mortality.

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The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - Shadowgreen Cavern

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my elder scrolls OC elendris!! he’s a dunmer werewolf and is arcye’s dad. for more info on his visit my elder scrolls blog @indreth!!

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℣alenwood ➴ Home to beautiful rolling hills and light blue rivers. It is mostly covered by either woodlands or rain-forests. It’s described as a “sea of endless green, a maze of foliage with half-hidden cities growing like blooms from a flower, the home of the Bosmer is Tamriel’s garden.” The main feature of Valenwood is it’s migratory trees that contain whole cities. The largest of these trees is called Falinesti, a mile tall tree that moves south during the winter.

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Run

A short fic I wrote for Malawen and Elendris.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5937445

               Their feet hung over the edge of the branch, gently swinging leather-wrapped shoes pointing towards the shrouded forest floor. Malawen and Elendris sat, not saying a word, gently leaning against each other, softly breathing in the silence of the Valenwood forest. Malawen could spot the vague shape of her hometown in the distance through half-closed eyes and sighed before turning her head to the right and gazing at her secret lover, her bright amber eyes peering into every gray valley and curve of his tall face.

               “Something on your mind?” the Dunmer asked with a gentle smile, his voice low and raspy but still pleasant and sweet like honey. The arm he had draped around Malawen’s shoulder shifted and reached for her hair. She relaxed at his touch and leaned more into Elendris as his calloused fingers brushed through her hair and danced over the shaved skin on the side of her head. Malawen’s breathed in shallowly and slowly closed her eyes, sitting in silence a moment before speaking.

               “I think we should run.” Elendris jerked his head back slightly in surprise. Surely she wasn’t serious? Malawen wasn't fond of being trapped in her town, but she loved her mother so much. She couldn’t possibly want to ru…no, the broken and desperate look in her eyes when she opened them and met his told her she meant it.

               Fleeing was nothing new to Elendris. As a young boy, his family hurriedly ran from their house in Vivec City amongst ash and destruction. He grew older and left his parents behind, turning to Solstheim where he found a new family with lycanthropy. After his pack was slain by werebears and he had nowhere to turn, Elendris once again fled and roamed Tamriel. He was just passing through Valenwood, wandering aimlessly, maybe having a few flings with some Bosmer looking for the excitement of an outsider. But Malawen was so much different. Her tribe had completely rejected outsiders and isolated themselves. On the nights she could slip away, her glistening honey eyes bore into him as she begged him to tell stories of the world outside Valenwood. She ate up every word and fell in love with his tales of the rolling hills in Cyrodiil and Skyrim’s breathtaking mountains dusted with snow almost as much as she fell in love with Elendris himself.

               Malawen’s favorite stories were those of Morrowind. She adored hearing of the rocky hills and the flora that varied vastly from that of Valenwood, but she could see the muscles in his ashen face tense up and his crimson eyes soften briefly before his lips flashed into a sharp smile as he told Malawen of home, his first home. The home he can never return to. The family he can never face. He concealed his pain with a soft grin, but Malawen could see grief running through faded pink scars over the left side of his face; she could hear agony in the voice that soothed her to sleep high in the branches far away from her village, but not far enough.

She was always tied to her home; the vines of the dense forest were her leash. But Elendris was a hound without a collar.

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Some of my favorite views I’ve seen during my adventures in Morrowind so far.

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Bosmers deserve more recognition okay I just love them

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sketch of my dragonborn arcye!! this pic is kinda outdated because I made her eyes more crimson now, but oh well

she’s bosmer with a dunmer father and she comes from a village in valenwood that follows the green pact super strictly, but she gets “gifted” with lycanthropy by hircine and has to run away bc that violates the green pact

her real name is indreth riverthorn, but she changed it once she ran away.

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hello!! this is my skyrim sideblog where I’ll reblog skyrim pics as well as post info about my skyrim ocs.