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It’s so funny to me that the Morag Tong are on Solstheim, like what are you gonna do? There’s two towns and forty people. they must be so bored, like, they’re trying to kill one guy, for like twenty years, they had an entire family go undercover as upstanding citizens and pillers of the community for a long while. what are they gonna do once that’s done? wait for little Aventus Hlaalu to do the Ash sacrament? LMAO at these fucking bug-armoured losers
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a couple of sketches
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Thought of the day: Skyrim’s theonyms
In a world where Viking-y names like Freja and Torsten don’t make sense, there should be Nordic theonyms derived from the Nordic pantheon.  Down with Torbjorn (lit. “Thor-bear”) Shatter-Shield, long live Shorbjorn.  Some ideas (which probably fall afoul of old Scandinavian naming conventions, but this is about the aesthetic™, not the accuracy) follow:
Shor F: Shorna, Shora, Sorna, Shornja, Sorveig M: Shorsten, Shornen, Sormund, Shorald, Alshor, Vorshor
Kyne F: Kynja, Kynna, Kynbet, Kynde, Svakyne M: Kynbjorn, Kynar, Kynfoss, Kynolf
Tsun F: Tsuna, Tsunikka, Tsuvi, Tsuki, Tsunfridh M: Tsunvald, Tsunik, Tsunulf, Vitsun (corrupted to Vistun)
Ysmir F: Ysmet, Ysmi, Yssra, Ysmilda M: Ysbjorn, Ysmar, Ysmund
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common sayings / idioms in post-red year morrowind:
to ash with it: a mild curse, usually used to express conviction or disgust (ex. Ash it, let's go! / To ash with that craven. / To ash with me if I ever mend a Stormcloak.)
three blessings: a respectful greeting (ex. Three blessings, outlander!)
four-cornered: stupid, dangerous, or bound to lead one astray; references the Four-Cornered House of Troubles (ex. That's a four-cornered notion if I ever heard one. / She’s four-cornered, and no mistake.)
dropping the rock: revealing a harsh fact or secret; references Baar Dau (ex. You can't just drop the rock on her like that! / Rock dropped yesterday. He only cried a little.)
black-handed: a complimentary Mephalite term used to describe someone of prodigious cunning; a grand liar. References a common epithet of "Black Hands" Mephala (ex. Well, aren't you black-handed! / He might dress like an n'wah, but he's black-handed as they come.)
hard-shelled: an admiring expression, probably Redoran in origin, used to describe a strong warrior; the Hlaalu have adopted it as a pejorative, so be careful where you use it (ex. That lad's hard-shelled! He'll be a captain one day. / That hard-shelled old weevil won't listen to reason.)
weevil: a disparaging name, probably Hlaalu in origin, for a Redoran (ex. Redoran weevil! / I don't like Raven Rock. Whole town's swarming with weevils.)
my soul to the Cairn: an emphatic assertion that the speaker is speaking in earnest; references the Soul Cairn, was likely adopted from Telvanni enchanters (ex. My soul to the Cairn before I answer to you! / I'm serious. Soul to the Cairn. / My soul to the Cairn if I'm wrong, muthsera.)
feel free to use if you like, as ever, and happy writing!
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“It’s a sign of maturity to be brave enough to say no.”
–Peryite
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Nerevar Moon and Star
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Teeba-Ei <3
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Hey you, you finally arrived, but our records don't show from where.
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The Redemption of Jiub
An original poem by me, based on Jiub’s account in his memoirs that are gathered in the Soul Cairn. Also posted on AO3 and Fanfiction.net.
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A shadow falls as screams rend the air, I pity you, traveler, you've been caught unaware
The Winged Menace hath sought you and now you must fly, harried hither and thither until one of you dies
A sad end for many who trek Vvardenfell, a sad end that ended with a true Hero's tale
A killer he was, a slave to his vices, giving himself to all that entices
Chasing his whims, having concern for no other, he fell for a trap, from one prison to another
Pondering his life while he did languish, a new purpose took root amongst all the anguish
When the day did arrive for emancipation, he set forth to act on his premeditation
"Winged Menace!" he cried. "The Scourge of the Skies! Retribution is here, come and meet your demise!"
And so armed with a spear and nary a bracer, the man went to war with every Cliff Racer
Many years later we catch up with the man, a bow on his back, a glass sword in his hand
He glides on a silt-strider in the open, a taunt, daring the creatures to bring an end to his hunt
It is close, he can feel it, his work almost done, he pulls out his bow to fell his quarry, just one
His aim is true, the beast screaming its last, when to his horror a cloud rises fast
An ambush, a trick, will he never learn? The flames of his pride hath blinded him of their burn
He alights to the ground with his sword held up high, no matter the victor, the ending is nigh
A flurry of wings, screeching, and claws, the battle does rage for two days without pause
When the ash starts to settle, the man looks around, seventy-six are dead and no more to be found
Bloodied and bruised, he looks to the skies, now freed from his burden he closes his eyes
Later, he awakened, sore but not dead, his mind clouded with wonder as he lifted his head
A high ceiling above, the cold floor below, how he came to be here he would never know
The man saw Him then, felt His sharp, golden gaze, Lord Vivec himself floating up on the dais
"My Lord!" cried the man, on his knees in prostration, trembling from abject fear and elation
"You have proven your worth," said the Warrior Poet, "And the time has come for all here to know it"
"The blood of atonement has erased the blood of taint. Arise now, dear Jiub, take your place as a Saint."
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Inspo for my fanfiction- the top one! <3
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Georges Hobeika “Birds of Paradise” Fall 2019 Haute Couture Collection
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Inspo for my fanfiction- second from bottom is sooo beautiful!
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Saiid Kobeisy Spring 2020 Ready-to-Wear Bridal Collection
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Inktober day 8 -  Saint Jiub the Eradicator Named a saint after cleansing Vvardenfell of the Cliff Racer menace.
“Stand up. There you go. You were dreaming. What’s your name?.. ..I heard them say we’ve reached Morrowind. I’m sure they’ll let us go”
More inktober drawings >
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Captain Veleth
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One can’t decide whether to join the Bard’s College or the Thieves Guild.
One will just have to weigh the prose and the cons.
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From Morrowind with love: the Six Houses of the Dunmer by Fury on
House Redoran: The traditional warriors of the dunmer, honorable and proud, the first and last line of of defense for all Morrowind.
House Hlaalu: Traders, merchants, and politicians. At once the most progressive and opportunistic house, with deep ties into the Imperial Hierarchy
House Telvanni: Ancient and terrible xenophobic mages, content to rule their towers with little regard for the world outside.
House Dres: The Primary Benefactors of the dunmer slave trade, their fortunes tightly wound with their barbaric trade.
House Indoril: Descendants of Saint Nerevar and faithfully bound to the Tribunal. Devoted templars, warriors, and agents of the Faith. They’re watching you...scum.
House Dagoth: There is no Sixth House. The Tribe Unmourned was destroyed for the sin of betrayal. What a comforting lie. For the Sharmat wakes, and with him his kin roused from the ash, ready to reclaim their forsaken birthright.
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