#oblivion mannimarco is the only mannimarco i know

[crysdrawsthings]

Talk about an oc!! Any you wanna talk about go for it!!

So, for you, dear Anon, as well as for @sashetha - a little introduction to the background of Sheba and Yeoba! Russian-speaking readers will probably recognize Yeoba's name as a meme, and I am frankly fine with it being like this. She can be a meme, she is a meme.

With this being said - proceed under the Read More to learn more about their misadventures.

Noble Origins

They are two sisters, altmer from the good old Summerset. Well, Auridon, more specifically. Sheba is an older sister and Yeoba is a younger one. Sheba will continuously note how these four minutes of difference were the best four minutes of her life. Minor noble family, who low-key claim to be descending from royalty, but, unfortunately, without ability to really prove it due to lack of documented evidence.

Sheba went about her early life with a fervent study of magic all to find a way to compensate for the drawbacks of an Atronach birthsign, while Yeoba became more of a jack of all trades - with a penchant for stealing everything not bolted down to the floor, which was often getting her in troubles. Well, only if she got caught.

The story begins...

Time eventually draws close to the end of the Third Era and Yeoba mysteriously disappears during a visit to the Imperial City. Suspecting she got into jail again Sheba sails to Cyrodiil as well to go and find a manager to speak with.

It is revealed soon enough (after a few bribes, intimidations and a storm atronach ruining a perfectly fine office) that Yeoba was indeed sent to prison for trying to steal some kind of an artifact dagger, but her sentence was ending soon and she would be let go in a few months.

Sheba spends these few months setting up and running a little potion-making business to save up gold and don't get bored out of her mind and a few months later goes to grab Yeoba from prison. Only to get introduced to a very confused dunmer.

One visit to officials later Sheba was heading to the prison herself for disturbing the peace and also for running a potion shop for her without a proper license from the Mages Guild. Trust me, it will be relevant later.

Moon-and-Star...?

Now where Yeoba end up? In everyone's favorite hellhole of Morrowind, of course.

From where she then proceeds to escape and get back home only to be met with the horrible realization that she might be done for, especially after some weird dreams start to plague her mind, she catches corprus and there is some half-naked goth guy thinking she is his ex.

It remains unclear how exactly her story went, as some suggest she was eventually killed by the Blades as a growing liability, some suggest she eventually escaped Morrowind only be lost in the sea, and some wonder if she, perhaps alongside Dagoth-Ur, managed to power up Akulakhan, ripping reality apart in process and getting lost in the tides of time. Who knows.

I have ninety-nine problems and all of them are caused by these damned Imperials!

Now, Sheba was not aware of how things went in the other half of the world, as she was waiting out her prison sentence, while hatching an overly complicated plan of getting back at the Mages Guild and then chartering a ship to Morrowind to go and pick her stupid sister up.

However! Her troubles have only just begun as Emperor enters her prison cell on a fine, uneventful day of exchanging insults with an insufferable dunmer in the cell across the corridor and the story of a disgruntled Hero of Kvatch begins.

To don't go into too much detail, Sheba ends up being instrumental in stopping Oblivion Crisis, albeit with a certain twist on a few objectives, namely involving the acquisition of the divine blood. Because she has damn standards and would rather chew glass, than use blood from Tiber Septim for this.

However, in the end she is presented with the news of her sister's supposed demise as well as the fall of the Crystal Tower, causing her to abandon most of her plans for future in favor of buying a manor in Anvil and spending her days drinking wine and yelling at people trying to get her autographs.

Ignoble Ends

Sheba's later accomplishments included, among other things, teaming up yet again with an evil worm necromancer Mannimarco to stick it to Meridia and her favorite pokemon Umaril. Because yet again, Sheba has high standards and an allergy to not only Tiber Septim, but to Pelinal as well.

Following these events she eventually passed through the funny speaking door and went to explore Shivering Isles, emerging decades later sporting a classy multicolored suit, a deep affection for cheese and a penchant for playing jokes on the Mages Guild.

And well, she is "mother" and I am using the term here very liberally, of Elanor, everyone's favorite (no) Dovahkiin and natural disaster packaged into a nice little altmer-shaped container.

[caliblorn]

I promised to make this post months ago and completely forgot about it until the last few days (a classic!), so here I am now. Making it. And with silly art included. Yay!

As many of you know, Mannimarco and Vanus Galerion in Elder Scrolls Online are portrayed as 2E contemporaries who mirror each other journeys to leaders, out of the Psijic Order and into their own groups. ESO makes it clear that they're meant to be similar in age as well, and it does so both by de-aging Mannimarco's model for the "Half-Forming Understandings" quest, and by making it say by Vanus himself in Artaeum Lost.

BUT! If you have played Morrowind or Oblivion, you might already be familiar with Where were you when the Dragon Broke?, an account of different people's experiences during the Middle Dawn, the 1E Dragon Break. And oh! Look who it is.

(notice also he says God, not King) The Middle Dawn happened between 1E 1200 and 1E 2208. Time fuckeries as much as you want, but nonetheless, 1E ends in 2920, and we know FOR SURE that Vanus was born the first years of 2E and that he joined the Psijics as a 11 yo. So, even if we took into consideration ONLY the latest period of the Middle Dawn, Mannimarco would have been a... 700+ years old novice when he met Vanus. Very funny to think about, but an old mer having an intellectual rivalry with a teenager doesn't really scream "brilliant" to me.

I'd say the retconning of his age is also supported by Worm Saga, were he doesn't mention at all his period in the Maruhkati and makes it sound like he was either born or taken to Artaeum at a very young age.

Plus, both in Worm Saga and in the Vault's flashbacks and in every other source ever (WRITTEN FOR ESO. AHEM.) we see that his "discovery" of necromancy happened on Artaeum. Like, it's screamed into our ears a couple of times or more in the game itself.

The problem with all of this? The book that implies he lived through the Middle Dawn is still present in ESO.

Which is to me one little example of a bigger issue with ESO writers rewriting/retconning things without taking away/trying to somewhat link the original sources. But I digress, there are different ways to make this work but since some are too complicated to be discussed now, I'll just share with you what I usually go with;

Mannimarco is a great liar. Not only a liar, a politician. A sales man. A guru. He knows how to give himself prestige. What "Where were you when the dragon broke?" is to me is either fake accounts fabricated by the Cult themselves, or stolen accounts (probably from Artaeum's archives!) where his false experience was added and then sent around Tamriel.

If I had to make a TIMELINE for all the pieces cited, I would say the publication order would be "Where were you when the dragon broke" (used as propaganda by the Cult to make Mannimarco's figure important)-> "Artaeum Lost" (disproves what was fabricated about Mannimarco)-> "Worm Saga" (new attempt to give himself prestige with that "aldmer, scion of et'Ada").

[vestigme]

a thing to read

So , this would be pinned post ,to introduce myself to everyone who is new and my current followers

• Hello, my namie is Vesti and I'm 19 years old , I am genderfluid(She/He/They), I am multifandom artist (mainly for now kny and tes ) so don't be supprised if I sometimes draw other fandom.This is an art blog. But I will also talk about my ocs

• I don't support people who sexualizng their minor ocs, ships incest or adult x minor ,and others stuff like it , if you are one of these please don't follow this blog or I will block you.

•My DMs and ask boxes are always open, I will be always there if you need someone to chat with. However I might not always response in time since I'm also busy with school but I will never ignore your message.

• Do not repost my arts without my permission.

• Steal/Treace=block

• Art trades are open only for my moots ,about comissions I don't know for now but maybe I will open in future, and art request are open.

ABOUT MY OCS

Main TES's ocs :

★ Outlander/Nerevarine : Nerevarine, He/They/She ,30 years (durning 3E 427) 200+(Durning 4E 201) Dunmer(Dark Elf ) ,He is not namless because he had name however durning main events of Morrowind he has forgets his name. Imperial City's merchant who got mistook with skooma dealer.Basically as kid he could see Nerevar but then in some parts he become him. Really playful and joyful person. As incarnation of Nerevar he have all memories of him but they work like puzzle each of them unlock with time.

★ Altrus Gramlock: Hero of Kvatch, scholar of arcane university, substitute of Mad God, He/Him, 55 years old , Altmer (high elf), before Oblivion Cris Altrus was a prince of Alinor in Summerset Isles however his parents rejected him from throne in Alinor and arranged marriage in Anvil with countess of Anvil's sister who later deceased. Got mistook by gaurds that he is gray fox. Altrus is also a descendant of Mannimarco a. He is substitute Mad God.Very grumpy old man but sometimes .

★ Mikayla Rosewood : Last dragonborn,arch-mage of college of winterhold, dawngaurd, She/Her, 36 years old , Altmer/Bosmer (High elf/wood elf), Mikayla is grand daughter of Altrus however she unaware of that ,she was raised in Anvil and used to be priestess of dibella. By thalmor she is considered to be "defected" Altmer (because of her height) which is very unpleasnt for her. She is very carring person and rather lovely. She doesn't like to solve problems with voilent but dyplomacy.

★ Feliciana Galerion : Vestige ,She/Her 28 years old , Imperial/Breton. Born and raised in Daggerfall ,after the death of her parents and she has met Vanus Galerion and later on she was adopted by him. Both talented in sword and magic. Very bubbly person

★ Fjoanna Cloud-Breaker : Agent of Dagerfall ,She/They 30 years , Nord/Altmer (High elf). Right hand for emperor Uriel and spy in daggerfall who investigate the circumstances of King Lysandus. Fjoanna is a person with short temper,who will always tell what she think.

★Ayija : Eternal Champion, She/Her 16 years old ,Khajiit/Ohmes-raht. A clueless kid who managed to defeat Jagar Tharn.

Others TES's ocs:

★ Dagoth Ivris : Sixth house member and ex member of morag tong ,She/Her ,Dunmer (Dark Elf), Dagoth Ur's niece,first friend that Nerevarine has made in Vvardenfell and later become nerevarine's companion.

★ Drel Vadrith: a friend of Nerevarine who were once ordinator,Dunmer (Dark Elf),He/They.

★ Telvanni Rami : She/They,dunmer and telvanni sorcerer who were taught by Dyvaith Fyr.

★Gaelia Mossvale : Arena Grand Champion, member of theives guild, Knight of the White Stallion, They/Them,bosmer(wood efl), wife of Mazoga the Orc, Gray Fox's follower.

★J'zera : Theives guild master, Nightingale,Member of college of Winterhold(unoficially), She/Her ,Khajiit, sister of J'zargo.

★ Redoran Usya : She/Her dunmer (Chimer formerly) Formerly member of house Redoran ,strong knight who lately become Sotha Sil's consort.

★ Nelyn Hlaalu : She/Her dunmer , member of house hlaalu and runway who become a pact hero ,later also hero of fargrave

★Valande: He/Him, Maormer who left Pyandonea and tried to build a live on Summerset Isles

★ Blanac the arichtect: Dwemer ,They/Them . Used to build many stuff ,now they are dwarven spectre and live in his own place.

★ Ciligorath: Demprince of Sheogorath , She/Her Bosmer (wood elf). Lord of chaos and disaster.

★Hermaues Caryalin : Demiprince of Hermaues Mora and Arcanist He/Him, Altmer (high elf) Savior of Westerm Skyrim and later partner to Fennorian

★ Alaywen : She/Her Altmer(high elf) necromancer ,Mannimarco's daughter and second wife to prince naemon, later ruler of summerset isle ,the one who continued the line

★ Llilana : Demiprince of Mephala She/Her Dunmer(Dark Elf) assasin and active member of morag tong who likes to work in secret.

Punbalga : Demiprince of Malacath They/Them. Blacksmith who live on High Rock.

Sanenle: Ayleid She/Her ,Ayleid queen and wife of king laloriaran dynar

[trickstarbrave]

What's a shezzarine? I haven't gone quite that far deep in the lore.

As for Clavicus and his enemies, I think his biggest ones are Peryite and especially Arkay.

Peryite, because he is the Prince of Natural Order and The Taskmaster, so I associate him with working hard to achieve your goals. Clavicus's status of the Wishmaster goes against that completely.

For Arkay, he's the Divine of Natural Cycles and is against undead and use of souls. Arkay has three consecrations, one of which is "bestowed upon the dying, to prevent their souls from being used without consent" and another one is"bestowed upon the deceased, that their corporeal forms may not be raised to unlawful servitude."

Now tell me, which Prince has strong ties to a very powerful necromancer, has his own kind of vampirism, and *has actually raised undead himself*?

That's right, Clavicus Vile! He made a deal with the sload necromancer N'Gasta, who harvested souls for him. Unlike Mannimarco and Molag, N'Gasta never betrayed Clavicus and I feel like that counts for something.

Clavicus has an order of vampires that can blend into mortal society (that's the strain that appears in Oblivion).

And unlike Molag so far as I know, he's actually committed necromancy himself in ESO by turning an Argonian village to be undead to save them from the Khatan Flu.

I'm totally normal about Clavicus

its okay ur allowed to be Totally Normal about tes lore in my ask box. i actually havent thought too much about clavicus vile but he is always pretty interesting to me

as for shezzarines a shezzarine is the name given to a mortal incarnation of the god shor/shezzar/lorkhan. pelial was prob a shezzarine, as was wulfharth, but im fully on the shezzarine nerevar train. dude gets betrayed by the ppl closest to him and his heart ripped out stabbed and his body torn apart.

not to mention nerevar is described in a hell of a lot of ways similar to any accounts of lorkhan (son of boethia, strongest of the padomaics, only one who can defeat wulfharth) and also one account literally has him fighting and killing shor/lorkhan which is. certainly smth. ive written up a whole unhinged theory post about shezzarine nerevar and how i think the three good daedra wanted him to mantle lorkhan uhhh right here

[vestige-nan]

The Thorn in my Side, the Pebble in my Shoe: Ch 11

Summary: The main quest line in Mannimarco’s perspective, except that he falls chaotically in love with the vestige just as much as he chaotically hates them.

Fun stuff: The story is set before the whole clockwork city/court of bedlam debacle, so that hasn't happened yet. Nagaiaran means king of death in ayleidoon because neither I or mannimarco have any subtlety. And, as always, vestige is gender neutral and physical features are not described.

There the vestige was. Close enough to kill. Fresh off the docks of Shimmerene; purchasing an apple from a grocer and leaving them an ostentatious tip (because of course they did). Sunlight basked their silhouette in golden rays and a warm breeze welcomed them in a gentle ruffle of their clothes and birds sang their song just a touch lovelier as the vestige past and a single butterfly landed on their outstretched finger as if to bless their obtruding visit to Summerset.

By oblivion, I hated them.

As the butterfly flitted away (as if feeling my malice and making a run for it), the vestige—live and colorful and so so real—pulled out their map and looked at it, enthusiastic for their adventure to come. We were separated by a dozen or so steps, and yet I could feel their skin, their breath, their heart against my fingertips. My whole being itched to lunge for the vestige, to squeeze their throat in my fists so I could feel all three at once. I took slow, carefully controlled breaths. If I learned anything advising under Varen, it was control.

Ah, there it was. The gentle crease in their brow. Their prompt to my entrance: that endearing, stupid naivete. It made me want to tease them to a blush before sacrificing their soul for my dark enchantments. As I began my first few steps toward them, I caught myself in the reflection of a darkened window. I could have disguised myself thoroughly, taking the form of a Khajiit peddler or Argonian maid, but I didn't. I couldn't debase myself to become farther from what I am, which was Altmer, if not Aldmer. Or perhaps horrifyingly, there was some senseless scamp inside of me that wanted to be recognized by the vestige, that wanted to be fearfully discovered. To see the vestige's eyes tremble in realization, and then their bumbling attempts at feigning ignorance. How sweet that would be... And so there I was, a tall, handsome Altmer (though not quite as beautiful as myself), full of life and sun which was enough to veil my own eyes.

As I turned back to the vestige, a different Altmer saw their plight for directions and began walking towards them. In a moment of uncharacteristic panic, I cast a silencing spell under my breath, my hands moving in quick jerks. The Altmer tried to speak, and when no noise came out, he gently touched his throat in confusion. He looked around, searching for whoever hexed him, and since I was the only one there, I grabbed him while the vestige was still concentrating on their map and dragged him kicking and struggling into the shadow of an empty building. His eyes screamed where his voice couldn't as I stabbed him repeatedly in the chest.

I let out a huff of air. I hadn't meant to immediately devolve the situation to carnage, but it was my way so I wasn't surprised. With a simple wave of my hand and a few arcane words in a whisper, I raised the newly made corpse, fixed its clothes that its wounds wouldn't be immediately noticed, and then sent it off to wander into the ocean for the Sload to deal with. Divines know how much those slugs were endlessly frothing at the mouth for fresh corpses.

Fixing the lapel of my tunic, I turned back to the vestige only to find another Altmer attempting to help the vestige. Wasn't Summerset supposed to be spiteful toward newcomers?

I silenced, dragged, and killed that Altmer as well under the shadow of the empty building, and she was a bit easier to murder with her weak constitution. I sent her corpse off to the ocean as well, but this time a guard saw me.

Three corpses marching off to become the Sload's new plaything and I hadn't even spoken to the vestige yet. I groaned, dragging my hand down my face.

"Are you alright?"

I forced myself not to startle as I whipped toward the voice as lovely as a song. The vestige, all curious eyes and friendly warmth, was looking at me—at me, not through me or nearly at me, at me—with a gentle tilt of their head. My eyes were drawn to their parted lips for the briefest of moments as my mind flitted through countless fantasies of the vestige, each either horrifically violent or even more horrifically soft. Spilt blood mixed with soft touches mixed with severed screams mixed with sweet scents mixed with—and then it was all over in a fraction of an instant as I brought my eyes back to theirs. "Excuse me?" I asked.

"You seem stressed." They said.

Their presumption, however well-meaning, prompted a flare of rage under my skin. As if I was just another helpless bystander offering them a quest, pathetic and wretched and begging them to solve all my problems for me. I subdued it, however, taking their brass as an opportunity. "I am somewhat... lost." I cringed to myself. How demeaning.

Their laughter was light and melodious and it made me want to reach down their throat, rip out their vocal cords, and weave them in such a way that they may only ever sing songs for me. "We must be birds of a feather, then."

"Is that right?" I said, "I must have misplaced my map, but you appear to have yours."

The vestige didn't notice my subtle insult. "You're welcome to use mine if you'd like?"

"Please." I said, and the word was bile in my mouth. I took their map as they handed it to me and was careful not to touch them, afraid of how I would react if I brushed against their fingers.

"Where are you headed?" They asked.

"Alinor."

They brightened and it was like sun on my skin. "What a coincidence, so am I."

Of course it wasn't a coincidence. I saw them prattle on about it while they were on the ship through the visage. My grin widened just a touch. "How unlikely."

"What's your name?" They asked.

"Nagaiaran," I said. "And yours?"

They gave me their name freely, and I mentally compared their name with an impossible title: Consort of Worms. It certainly sounded right with their name, though such things would have to occur after the revenge and torture. I began to walk as I folded up the map and they walked with me.

"Well then, Nagaiaran," They said, "What brings you to Alinor?"

"Business," I brushed non-existent lint off my shoulders. "Just a small matter my particular talents acquire."

They eyed my staff, "Oh, are you a member of the mages guild?"

I looked at them with complete disgust.

They laughed, this time louder and less polite but just as overwhelmingly wonderful, "I've only ever seen Nords or Redguards look at me that way when I mention the mages guild."

"Perhaps Nords and Redguards are wiser for it." I almost laughed at the absurdity of Sai or the half-giant being wise about anything.

"Perhaps." They mused and their eyes twinkled in that mischievous fashion that I loathed to love. "Can I take a guess?"

"A guess for what?" I asked, and I knew what they wanted to guess but I liked making them do things.

"A guess for why you don't like the mages guild." They said.

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand dismissively. I knew I should've been more cordial to lower the vestige's guard, but something about the way they carried themself made me exasperated.

They put two fingers to their lips with their interlocked hands as they looked up in deep thought. Then they turned to me with a wry, annoying, rage-inducing grin, "You had a falling out with one of the members."

I was both astonished and furious that they were able to guess that. I was sure my face burned with heat and I stalled my reply just a touch too late.

"No way, really?" They said, their smile widening.

"No." I said, swallowing my frustration while swatting a butterfly away from me.

"Alright," Their voice was smooth as they straightened their back and their eyes hooded. It was clear they didn't believe me, the master of lies and deceit who fooled the emperor for years. "We don't have to talk about it."

My blood boiled at that condescending quip. I was quick to change the subject, "Then, why are you headed to Alinor?"

"Because I haven't been yet." They said, "I think."

"You think?"

"It's a long story." I didn't like how they gave me the same answer as the Breton man.

I couldn't help myself, "Can I take a guess as well?"

Their expression lit with a playful curiosity, "You can try."

"Hmm." I pretended to think, putting a finger to my chin in faux thought. "Amnesia."

They gaped at me and I could drink their attention. As their surprise subsided, their regard for me was marked with captivated fascination, one that scratched every itch, satiated every hunger that plagued me. "I guess it's not too long of a story." They said in a wide grin, and the tempting gleam in their eyes threatened my control more than any of their annoying quips did.

[maybemanyskeletonhats]

Sooooo I was always confused about why ppl wanted mannimarco in the asks (I only know him from oblivion and??? potato.) so I looked him up and other games and eso manni has me like…. feeling things….. ummmmm goth twink bitch can I have your babies hello??? Anyway thanks for my new obsession

That's a mood lol I found him accidentally. And I definitely prefer his ESO counterpart. But even his daggerfall appearance makes the imagination run wild ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ welcome to club anon

[ebficnotes]

A tentative summary of TES adversaries/main quests

*Arena: expose a charlatan emperor and rescue the real one.

*Daggerfall: decide the fate of a superweapon that everyone wants for their own purposes, both nefarious and not.

*Battlespire: save an Atherial space station from being overrun by daedra.

*Redgaurd: help a dude find his sister and fend off a Sload attack.

*Morrowind: indirectly bring about the downfall of three "gods" by saving Morrowind from a guy trying to get revenge on said gods by turning everyone into ascended, and possibly enlightened, hive mind zombies.

Oblivion: stop a bastard royal from using Mehrunes Dagon to eat Tamriel. I only played it once and still don't really know what Camoran's thing was, besides the obvious. Martin was the best part. By design, I imagine.

Skyrim: depending on who you ask, Alduin either wants to eat everything, or he doesn't want to eat everything, and instead wants to reinstate his god-kingship over Skyrim, which daddy Aka takes offense to, thus the creation of dragonborn us. Fav, of course, because reasons.

ESO base game: Molag Bal wants to eat Nirn, and so does Mannimarco. Ok for Bal, not for Mani. Because Reasons.

ESO Morrowind/Clockwork/Summerset: Nocturnal wants to eat Nirn, and so do Clavicus vile and Mephala, to a slightly lesser degree. And also the Sload. Or something. Idk.

ESO Craglorn: Snek wants to kill everything because that's what he does. Also annoying wood elf and her domme are very gullible. I really wanted to like this one.

ESO Orsinium: new king of Orsinium needs help cementing his rule and stabilizing his country/province. Haven't finished this but looks cool.

ESO Dark brotherhood: corrupt priest of Akatosh is fucking his city over and blaming the db, I think. Haven't finished it yet. Looks cool so far. Timed challenges suck though.

*ESO thieves guild:

ESO Blackwood: Mehrunes Dagon wants to eat Nirn. Does have precedent. Obviously ripped from Oblivion, but not in an annoying way i don't think. I mostly like this one. Started out very slow but gets cool later.

ESO Deadlands: actually varies from Blackwood a bit. Dagon cultist wants to take over a neutral plane of oblivion and offer it to Dagon, presumably out of revenge for the city slighting her in some way. Petty and plausible. First impressions though, still haven't finished yet. Love the daedric lands. Really cool. House of whims lol.

ESO Elseweir/Dragongaurd: Tharn's bitchy sister wants to turn Rimmen into her very own mini empire. Also some really pissed off dragons want to become the moon. Political motive a bit heavy handed, but plausible. Dragon stuff was fun if you don't take it too seriously. Necromancy sadly underutilized.

ESO Skyrim/Reach: a cabal of vamps want to free their own from eternal servitude with Molag Bal and have their own plain of oblivion to themselves. Skyrim part started out cool but ended dumb. Reach part was better. Rada al-Saran is the shit. Could be a great story if it was told better.

*havent played. Info gleaned from random uesp articles and reddit.

[littlegalerion]

Because moving stress is killing me and I've been formulating this theory for a long time.

So I totally retconed Wacha's previous canon because I'm starting to like this theory better.

Wacha is the true Last Dragonborn.

However, Sunnabela is right there with her- because he's her brother.

Basically, Trechire's entire storyline is real, until up around the Oblivion Crisis. There things get "tricky". Mannimarco was killed, or at least his avatar was, by Trechire, which infuriated Manni to no end. As a god, he began to look for ways to finally wipe out Trechire and her line for good. His answer was a form of "zero summoning" in a sense. In the same way Nocturnal wanted to use the towers to rewrite reality, Mannimarco did something very similar.

He attempted to just erase Trechire from the picture. No rewriting history, just making her go "poof" and suddenly nobody remembered her. When his plot was discovered, of course Trechire's sons leaped in to stop him, having not told their mother what was going on, instead wanting to deal with it themselves for a change. The result was not only was Trechire erased, but so were they.

What was left was perfect for Manni. Trechire had settled, but with Divayth Fyr, and during this time had recently had a newborn daughter. When Trechire went "poof", none in the Fyr family could remember where the hell this baby had come from, not even Divayth.

Though, something lured Divayth away, as if a glimpse of the answer. He and three of his daughters went to investigate, leaving Alfe Fyr to care for Wacha.

You know what happened after that. Wacha was raised in solitude, strictly under Alfe who had no idea what she was doing, and the result was a mini Fyr who was stuck in a cage and ready to go wild the moment she was shown freedom. Mannimarco promised her that freedom, and taught her in secret through dreams and visions. He got to know, only him, who she really was, and how the last bit of Vanus and Trechire's blood that still existed was now being twisted by his own hand.

So yeah, you know a good chunk of the rest- Wacha was a very evil dragonborn when she ran away finally, and for a while it seemed she was going to gain control of every guild in Skyrim and rule with an iron fist under Mannimarco's orders. But that backfired, as Wacha was somewhat broken through to by Erandur, realizing Mannimarco was just using her. So now she didn't plan to rule or do anything really. She was just going to let Alduin destroy everything. By this point, she felt like something was very, very wrong, and nothing could ever fix whatever it was.

This was Wacha sensing the Direnni Tower's displeasure. Wacha did go to the final confrontation of Alduin, to make sure no one could stop him. But instead of making it into the Nordic afterlife, the Tower ripped Wacha through reality and back a thousand some years, to the events of ESO.

She seemingly was chosen as the Vestige, and ran through all the motions per all Vestige's, just following the notion that the Tower had in fact chosen her, giving her a life worth living. But as she continued on, she started to swear she kept remembering various events differently.

She swore it felt like people kept calling her a different name, or that she wasn't using necromancy, but some other kind of magic. It was unbearable speaking to Vanus Galerion, King Dynar, or Abnur Tharn. A horrible pain shot through her chest everytime they spoke. Then with individuals like Tanval, Aithilo, Sil, Verandis, Fennorian... It felt like she already knew all these people, and just something felt way off, more so than ever before.

Distressed, she went to the Psijics for aide, and began their questline- which in itself felt out of order.

If you've played the Psijic questline, you know the final battle is a fight between realities that occurs inside the White-Gold Tower.

It was through this thin veil that Wacha looked into other realities, and her reflection wasn't staring back at her. It was Trechire, and in each other door to each reality, one of her brothers.

Dozens of memories flooded through her mind, and she rapidly tried to connect the dots. The loremaster brought her back to Artaeum to rest, and the Psijics feared seeing other realities had driven her insane. She kept writing out various scenarios, timelines, and even got into future events around the end of the 3rd Era. But she never could finish that part. She tried to imagine what Trechire did during those times, and thus characters like Eliindil popped up, in Wacha's attempts to give an ending to this plotline. Then Sunnabela and Kirr were the ones facing Alduin.

Wacha was reluctantly dragged into the events of Blackwood, and that's where it all clicked. Because now the 3rd Era came in crystal clear. She saw Mehrunes, she saw Trechire, Malika, and Rinyu facing off against him to protect Martin Septim.

All it took was one person to remember who Trechire and her line was, and Mannimarco's work was undone.

Wacha passed out at the end of the battle, and when she awoke, she was back in Skyrim, on the cart with Ulfric Stormcloak, hands tied and going to the execution block. Only this time, Wacha knew who she was, who her mother was, who her brothers were, and how much she wanted to tear out Mannimarco's unbeating heart one day, just like her mother...

After the events at Helgen, Wacha immediately ran home to Alfe, and the entire family was there, trying to piece things together. The Fyr sisters had returned with Divayth, having found Trechire and the boys stuck in a dark void of a realm, calling out to the Fyrs but the Fyrs unable to reach these strangers. Then suddenly memories slapped them all in the face and the dark void just launched the prisoners out and they all went for a fun little spin through portals and realms. Time hadn't existed there, so it only felt like a few hours for the Fyrs, when to Alfe and Wacha it had been 24 years.

So what really happened during the Oblivion Crisis?

Sunnabela had been rescued by his mother and brothers, and such a warp in time had caught the attention of Divayth, who already felt Red Mountain growing unstable, along with a fragility between Tamriel and Oblivion. While Trechire, Malika, and Rinyu had dealt with events in Cyrodill, Trechire had entrusted Divayth, Aithilo, and the Fyr daughters to look after a baby Sunny. Probably the first time in her life she felt like one of her kids was perfectly safe. Once the Crisis was over, well, Trechire and Divayth hit it off.

They were both mortal turned immortal adventurers who wanted to settle down and just be old mages people gawk at for being so old and influential. There was a lot to talk about, catch up on, and Divayth was an excellent father to Sunnabela.

Wacha had been born 24 years prior to the events of Skyrim, the family now living in Skyrim part time to help keep an eye on Dunmer refugees. That and Mavos had foreseen something big was going to happen in Skyrim relatively soon, so while Trechire was no longer an active player, she still wanted to be close by in case she was needed in desperate times.

So Wacha got a fresh start as her time as the Dragonborn, worked on her anger issues, started over with Erandur, got mentored by Sunnabela for Shouting lessons, got to work with Rinyu in the Dark Brotherhood, and got to finally know her parents.

Listen, I know its batshit, but high stress often reveals how insane someone actually is.

I am very stressed.

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Back when I've only played Skyrim in all tes games, I follow someone who draw a lot of this white haired elf from eso. All I know is he is very pretty and has a title called "King of Worms" for some unknown reason.

Then in Oblivion I have to face the powerful Necromancer called "Mannimarco, KING OF WORMS" and I was like NO WAY!!!

Well, yeah. I should've seen that coming since Oblivion released 8 years before Online and everyone in game looks like a potato.

[belphieslilcow]

Highborn Temper

Aurelion attends the "peace treaty" suggested by Jarl Balgruuf, unlucky for him, the Elf is easily annoyed. (600 words)

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this is my way of coping with the fact that i forgot i had to do season unending, though i Have wanted to write this for years so, happy coincidence?

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Aurelion grimaced as he took a swig of the ale in front of him, he didn’t know if this was a particularly bad batch or if the Nords liked it tasting like piss. Either way, it sure did nothing to help his increasing headache from the group in front of him. What was supposed to be a peace treaty turned into a borderline shouting match between Tullius and Ulfric, it was annoying. He tapped the side of his flagon in frustration, there shouldn’t even be a negotiation in the first place, surely they all realized what Alduin coming back means? They all knew he simply needed to catch a dragon and that it didn’t affect their idiotic war in the slightest, this was all unneeded.

He was hardly listening at this point, only bothering to look up when he heard the word “Dragonborn” of course these fools wouldn’t even bother using his name, why would they. As if his past achievements in stopping the Oblivion Crisis, defeating Mannimarco, or even being Arch-Mage at the Arcane University would matter to these battle hungry heathens. He just wanted this accursed meeting to be over with so he could get on with Paarthurnax’s plan, was that too much to ask?

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It must’ve been the better part of an hour and they were still arguing, it’s a miracle Aurelion hadn’t fallen asleep by now. In fact he most likely would have if Galmar and Rikke’s voices weren’t so… damned… loud. What made it worse for the poor Altmer was the echo that High Hrothgar’s high stone walls gave, every shout was amplified to an almost unbearable degree. That gave him an idea however… every shout hm… It was Rikke yelling about Winterhold not being a good enough trade for Markarth for the near fifth time that threw him over the edge. It was time to end this, now.

Aurelion sat up from his chair, taking in a deep breath. “KAAN DREM OV!!”

The members of the meeting covered their ears at the deafening sound of Aurelion’s shout, even the Arngeir was taken aback by the sudden use of the Thu’um.

“Now that I have everyone’s attention, you will be silent and listen, for I will speak once and only once.”

The Elf rested his tense hands on the stone table.

“I don’t give a damn about your little war you have going on, but I do in fact give a damn about Skyrim, and the rest of the entirety of Nirn. I'm not going to sit here and listen to all of you whine like toddlers who won't share, if you're going to fight, do it on your own time. The fact that you are placing your own petty disagreements over the fate of the entire world is despicable. You should be doing absolutely everything in your power to save it, I know I’ve been.”

He stood up straight and started his walk out of High Hrothgar, not bothering to look back at any of their shocked faces.

“Balgruuf? By the time you get back to Dragonsreach, you and your guard better be ready for the dragon, it will be summoned whether you like it or not, and I would recommend you like it, less stressful that way.”

His heavy footsteps and slam of the giant doors echoed throughout the building. As he sat down on the steps, Aurelion took in a deep breath, feeling the snowy air enter his lungs. He had another long trek up back to Paarthurnax for the next part of the plan, a small rest to clear his head and get the stench of the musty, old building out of his nose would do him good.

[average-crazy-fangirl]

Welp, thanks to @laughable-illusions, I've gotten into Hero Forge, and have recreated my Big Five™ TES OC's (main game OC's), and now have a reason to rant about my OC's

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Manei, Eternal Champion of the Arena.

Dunmer-Altmer halfling Battlemage.

Forced to play Hero at age 19, traveled through all of Tamriel, never met a single Daedric Prince, is the Tamrielic equivalent of an aethiest, is utterly convinced gods aren't a thing, and contracted Noxiphilic Sanguivoria a few years after marrying Erv.

Had quite a large crush on Ria Silmane, though they both just stayed friends. Manei did not take her death well.

We all love a tall trans bisexual/romantic buff lady, so Manei is here to fill that role.

Didn't ask questions when their husband, who was infertile, somehow got pregnant.

Found a random baby Argonian at the side of the river a few years after she and her husband retired and just said, "Sweetheart, we're parents now."

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Erv Anesac, Hero of Daggerfall, Champion/First Guidance Councillor of all Daedric Princes.

One braincell is in that skull of his, and it's stuck in a Dragon Break.

Dunmer-Breton halfling Illusionist.

Absolute whore of a wereboar.

Uriel Septim had the ingenious idea to send Erv on a very important mission in his home of Daggerfall. Why Erv? He helped Manei locate a piece of the Staff of Chaos, and his family had a history of saving Tamriel*. Also magic dreams.

*his not so long ago family founder was the Vestige/Soulless One, who I may make a separate post about, an Emperor of the previous Empire and the fates decided to bring the family back into the drivers seat of the wheels of fate, and also thought it would be funny if the first person to defeat Mannimarko since his imprisonment, was a descendent of the person who imprisoned him.

Suffered real mental health problems after the Dragon Break.

Out of all Daedric Princes, Sheogorath was the only one who kept showing up for Thundas Tea, even after Erv's retirement, so he was the one Erv decided to go to when he wanted too make a deal.

Short, trans, pan, mentally ill icon of a wereboar.

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Has-Strange-Dreams Anesac, Nerevarine, Skall Friend, Champion of Azura, Killer of Almalexia, inspiration for Lusty Argonian Maid, Older Sibling of the HoK.

Bigender icon of a panromantic.

Trained by xyr mother Manei as a Battlemage.

Was arrested after a certain Countess Alessia Caro decided she didn't like the look of a golden Argonian with red scales on xyr face, and glowing blue eyes, and framed xem for murder, and claimed xe were an escaped slave from Morrowind. How her plan worked, no one knows.

Didn't sleep the entire way too Morrowind and actually got to know Jiub, so he got visited by the Nerevarine while in Vivec City quite frequently.

Adventured Morrowind with Swissel after a letter was sent to them asking for help. Very fast speedwalking was heard from Cyrodiil, straight to Morrowind.

Joined Twin Lamps very quickly, and had to custom make a chain to be attached to the back of Swissel's clothes so they didn't kill racists.

Xe genuinely broke down crying when facing Dagoth Ur, leading to them both sitting on the group weeping, as Swissel killed the moment, pissed on the tombstone, and danced on the grave, as they physically rolled into the room, wearing so many layers of clothes they were just a ball of material.

Also broke down crying when Sotha Sil died, and when they learned who did it.

Went against Hircine during the Bloodmoon Hunt.

Punched Swissel after they found another of Sheogorath's artifacts, and became his Champion after xe became Azura's champion.

Left Tamriel with Dagoth Ur as xyr lover, heading to Akavir after Oddfrid's prophecy gave xym a very strange feeling.

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Swissel Anesac, Hero of Kvatch, Saviour of Bruma, Champion of Cyrodiil, Champion of Sheogorath, Divine Crusader, Listener, Duke of Dementia, God of Madness.

Trained Dunmer Illusionist by their father Erv.

Non-binary, gay, whore.

Was arrested after a beggar payed a guard to arrest them for horrible singing. (the fact it worked impresses Swiss to this day.)

Was born after Erv asked Sheogorath to make so he was no longer infertile, the only real drawback was Erv could be pregnant, Swiss had blue and yellow eyes instead of red, and had a radar for Daedric Artifacts. The other drawback was they were very confuse by the idea of being in your mother's womb.

Could summon scamps and find Daedric Artifacts since the age of four, leading to thier best friend and travelling buddy, Nexus the germophobic Scamp.

Tamed a unicorn. The unicorn then tried to mate with Shadowmere during the Dark Brotherhood questline.

Grinned when Lex was transferred.

Dated Martin Septim, who mantles Akatosh. Then dated Lucien, who died and became an aspect of Sithis.

Was revealed ot be Pelinal Whitestake. They certainly giggled at the fact a dark elf was the reincarnation of the Wild Elf killer.

Laughed at how badly Mannimarco looked compared to their father's old illustrations.

Wasn't actually slowed down when they got the Staff of Everscamp. (the staff was only returned when they became Sheogorath at the end of their adventures)

Traversed the Deadlands by spamming a custom spell that turned them invisible and gave them night vision.

Became Duke of Dementia since the trauma of their adventures got to them a while before Sheogorath ever opened the Door in Niben Bay.

Blames themselves for the fall of the Thieves Guild and Dark Brotherhood

Wrote the Elder Scroll of Dragon, as foreshadowed by Martin Septim's last words before he passed into history as the last Septim.

Sometimes worries what Martin would think of them becoming a Daedric Prince.

Searched downright desperately for a Dragonborn so a repeat of Martin's death didn't occur. (They technically succeeded.)

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Regan Dov, Last Dragonborn, Champion/Second Guidance Councillor of all Daedric Princes, Listener, Oblivion Walker. (With guest appearance, Swiss the Skooma Cat)

Jack of all Trades of a class.

Went to Skyrim to try and start a new life. The plan worked, unfortunately, they planed a quiet life.

Non-binary biromantic demisexual.

Sheogorath was the first Daedric Prince they met, where they were quickly called out for their mental health problems, given the wabbajack, and an arm length butterfly tattoo.

Abused the ability of Dragonborn to slightly lift the Dragon Fires and create a working portal to Oblivion form Mundus.

Outsmarted Herma Mora to save Miraak, ad three more dragonic siblings.

Feels dysphoria thanks to their strange dragon soul.

Like any dragon, purrs like a cat when happy.

Cannot get drunk under normal circumstances. (Daedric wine, here I come.)

Same with all regular drugs. Skooma is a minor stamina potion, moonsugar is a mage's best friend, and only nirnroot has worked to get them high.

Hosts party's for Daedra worshippers, and constantly has to kill Vigilants of Stendarr, either when they crash their parties, or whne they come to arrest them and take away the Daedric Artifacts.

Hides the fact their dragonborn like a dirty secret.

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Hooo boy, one long post, ranting about my OC's.

What more can a hyper-fixated fanfic writer with writers block ask for?

[caliblorn]

I just wanted to thank you. I do not know these old men, I've barely even played anything they appear in. But now they're in my house and I can't get rid of them and they keep making out. Thank you.

OH NO SHDUFGSDUFYGDSD I was told this already and I think you guys are going to be so disappointed when you play the games they're in and see that THIS is their only direct interaction;

a brief history of them; both exist since Daggerfall (1996), but only with Oblivion (2006) a direct connection is created between them, through the book Mannimarco, King of Worms and Mannimarco's in-game dialogue:

Unfortunately, we don't get to see them interact in ESO as their current selves (probably to avoid retconning more lore like... *cough cough* *looks at notes* Mannimarco's age, since the Vestige would get involved). You can read Artaeum Lost and Worm Saga for more info <3

[thegrunkiest]

Not gonna lie, returning to Skyrim over the past few days has reminded me of just how much I hope TES VI does factions like they did in Oblivion.

!Some critical ranting of Skyrim/positive rambling of Oblivion ahead!

I’m saying this after I started trying to immerse myself in the College of Winterhold, at last, after installing some good magic mods. But I just couldn’t. I couldn’t really care less about this Eye of Magnus or why the Psijic Order wants to talk with me specifically. I couldn’t care about stopping Ancano I can hardly remember what even happens in the questline aside from go into ruin, find orb, go into basement, talk to an aura, go to a ruin, beat up a skeleton dragon and something after that.

This is the same issue I’ve personally had with the Companions, and to a lesser extent, the Thieves Guild. I legit only remember the Companions as “the guild that gives you lycanthropy”. Thieves Guild is a little better, as I do distinctly remember a few of the characters and their quests could get quite creative. I never felt particularly invested however.

So why exactly do I (and possibly some of you) think Skyrim’s factions don’t work, and that they should look back on Oblivion when creating questlines for the next games? For me personally, it boils down to two components: the state of affairs, and sense of progression.

Sense of Progression

I’ll start with the simplest one first. Let’s use the College as an example again, comparing it to the Mage’s Guild of Oblivion. What do you do to gain entry to the College? Cast the requested novice/apprentice level spell (or alternatively, shout if you’re a Dragonborn or just schmooze if you, for some reason, already have 100 in speech). In Oblivion? You have to gain a recommendation from each of the individual chapters by completing a quest unique to each quild hall, which involve a little more work than simply casting a spell.

Alright, alright, so what do we do once we’re in? At the College, we engage in a little lesson with our many (see: three) fellow students. Cool (it’s also our only magic lesson from what I recall - great education system!). Then we’re immediately thrust into the questline, with no real or necessary deviations from the main subject regarding the Eye of Magnus. Then guess what - you’ve become Arch Mage!... wait what? I thought I just joined not too long ago?...

I find it hard to feel good about gaining the leadership role, despite me having just stopped a potentially devastating crisis to earn it, because I never felt more than a junior beforehand. This is how Oblivion does it right with its ranking system in my opinion. While I admit I might have chosen a bad example to draw from, as the Mage’s Guild quests also heavily concerns the main threat in at least some way, but what personally makes it more immersive for me is the fact you’re promoted whilst you’re playing - even to the point you’re being passed onto a different superior for more daring assignments! This is where the little things really count.

Then there’s the Thieves Guild. Unless there’s some backstory I’m glancing over, I don’t see why the Thieves Guild of Skyrim couldn’t have shared the same ranking system as the Oblivion branch, if no one else. In Oblivion, you can only initiate the quests after you’ve passed a certain threshold of fencing stolen goods, something that encourages you to actually be a thief to progress as a thief. I’m not just going from Pickpocket to Gray Fox, as I feel I am from an initiate to Nightingale/Guildmaster in Skyrim; you have various titles you earn in between.

If I had to summarize the point I’m trying to make - I’ll use Oblivion’s Dark Brotherhood. Arguably one of the most popular questlines in TES. Now, could you imagine an Oblivion Dark Brotherhood without Whodunit?, The Assassinated Man, Permanent Retirement, etc. - just axe those unrelated quests in favor of focusing on rooting out the Traitor. No promotions, just primarily finding ways to stop a person who, probably, has killed assassins much more seasoned than you! A deadly threat! Why? Because you’re you! And you obviously deserve to become the Listener after being a Murderer the whole questline.

Which leads me into my next point....

State of Affairs

Skyrim’s questlines seem to have a fixation on factions that are destitute and/or are on the brink of extinction. Business is dry with the Thieves Guild; in the Dark Brotherhood, all but the Falkreath sanctuary is destroyed and the Old Ways are abandoned; the Companions are struggling with the lycanthropy that plagues its strongest members; the College of Winterhold have little reputation in quite an anti-magic province; hell, even the Blades, who were previously slaughtered and run into hiding. The Dawnguard factions I feel are an exception (a reason I like that DLC so much), as the Dawnguard can excuse its low wealth and reputation with the fact that it was just reformed, and the Volkihar Clan have, for all I know, have just been... existing, in the shadows.

Admittedly, Oblivion also has a bit of a running theme among its faction - stable and well-organized factions plagued by a specific threat. The Blades have their Oblivion Crisis, the DB with their traitor ordeal, the Mage’s Guild with the necromancers/Mannimarco, the Fighter’s Guild with the Blackwood Company, Court of Madness with Jyggalag.

The reason why I prefer Oblivion’s guilds over Skyrim, I suppose, is related to my personal problem of power fantasy. Skyrim is a big old power fantasy. You’re the Dragonborn, the chosen one, the Hero of prophecy. So obviously you need to be the savior of each guild, right? You have to be the one the Night Mother deems Listener; the one the Psijics talk to; the one Nocturnal makes a Nightingale.

One might say it’s more realistic that way though, as it adds to Skyrim’s aesthetic of a darker, more unstable time with the Civil War and return of dragons. That’s a fair point. But did 90% of the guilds have to be restricted to poor little groups? Surely the Companions could’ve had other bases in some of the cities somehow, or the Thieves Guild have another hideout in, say Solitude?

You could argue you’re also chosen in Oblivion, sure. But while Uriel saw you in his dreams, you’re place as HoK wasn’t in part due to a superpower, either. I felt I was closing the Oblivion gates because my characters were who they were. You aren’t the only one who can enter Oblivion gates, but you were determined and skilled enough to make it through to the end. While in the factions, you were, for the most part, a newbie working through the ranks until eventually, you’re trusted to confront the threat. In Skyrim it feels less like organizations, and more like ragtag groups that were waiting for you to come in and fix them.

Coupled with the sense progression, this makes experiencing Oblivion’s factions much more organic and satisfying - in my opinion. That’s what’s most important. I’m not ragging on anyone who likes Skyrim’s factions, and I still love Skyrim despite my endless complaints. I understand I may have missed a few points (like the Civil War and Arena), and the ones I made could be disputed.

TL;DR: Skyrim’s fondness for power fantasy and the lack of ranks makes its faction questlines less immersive and more forced, whereas in Oblivion climbing ranks as a sort-of average joe feels organic and more rewarding. This is just my opinion. I don’t hate Skyrim. You’re free to agree or disagree and add to the discussion.

[theoldsongsandtales]

Disclaimer: I know we don’t actually meet Sil at any point before ESO so you can consider almost all of the lore on him second hand and even ‘fictional’ but he was set up that way; he was set up to be a loving god.

Disclaimer: This is rambly and not even all my thoughts but I said I would do it. I feel like I’m forgetting something but, ah well.

I think one of my gripe? with CWC is that not only does it make Sil seem a lot less caring for his people, it also seems - not consistent? sometimes?

In, Luciana’s journal we get,

“Why do you think things happen?” he asked. I told him I didn’t understand the question.

“Why are we sitting here talking? Why does young Marius exist? Why do I reign over this place, while you convalesce within it?”

I sat quiet for a moment, then replied: “Because that’s just the way it is.”

His cold face melted into one of his solemn half-smiles. “Exactly.”

This is 1E 2712 (Maybe), and sometime around 1E 2730 (Maybe) when her son dies we get,

When I reached the Throne Aligned, I found Sotha Sil sitting on the stairs leading to his seat of power. He didn’t even look up.

“I know why you’re here,” he said.

“Marius is dying. We have to get back to him as soon as possible!”

He stood up and pursed his lips before speaking. “I’m sorry,” was his only reply.

We stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, I shook my head and whispered, “I don’t understand. My body was ruined and you healed me. It’s only Marius’s heart that needs mending.”

Seht approached, placed a brass hand on my shoulder and said, “You misunderstand. It is within my power to heal Marius, but circumstances make it impossible. I grieve with you, Luciana.”

I looked up and there were tears in his eyes. I felt a great rage rise up within me. I reached for my hammer, and lifted it above my head just before Seht whispered a banishing word and sent me hurtling back toward the surface.

Marius died two days later. Sotha Sil remains in the Cogitum Centralis to this day.

He’s,heartbroken at this, but apparently so set on ‘it was to be like this’ that he’s not going down to save the life of this child (which is fully in his power) nor do anything to comfort this grieving mother’s sorrow.

Because it Has To Be Like This; I only saved you Luciana so you could save my City, your son doesn’t have a part to play, I can’t help him.

And this is all, in 1E 2712 (to the best of our knowledge)

We get ‘Sil remains in the Centralis to this day.’

This can’t be right, we know he at least makes the Pact in Oblivion and still takes at least a few trips to Red Mountain. She seems to at least know when Sil is out, because she states in a quest that when he’s gone the City goes into a slumbering mode. Does she mean Sil hasn’t been seen since her son died in the City proper? Varuni and the other Apostles talk about him never being around, so maybe?

But, speaking of his Coldharbour Compact -

I’ve always thought of it as his attempt to keep Ald Sotha, Gilverdale from being repeated, maybe a response to his dear friend Almalexia seeing the horror unfold in a vision and ‘Sil, look what happened,’ and putting himself through the hell that is standing in Coldharbour with 8 daedric princes mocking, scorning, and making you miserable all so he could keep Nirn, not just his own Dunmer people, but all of Nirn safe - because again, he was set up as that kind of person.

ESO brings into context, Did he know he ‘Had’ to make it? Did he see Dagon’s attack? Molag Bal and Mannimarco’s scheme? That’s - a lot of personal trouble, even for a demi god to go through when he’s making his own perfect world because Nirn is corrupted and then apparently only certain people get to live in said, actual city because they have talent.

We don’t know what Sil offered them; I’ve seen everything from ‘I’ll destroy you and the Mundus too.’ to individual gifts (a ESO added book seems to imply that Herma Mora at least got some sort of knowledge), to his own soul, or pieces of it at least. Again, a lot of trouble and personal effort.

There’s also the condition of the CWC. Only certain people living in the City proper and the rest out in this wilderness with hostile creatures or in a slum where apparently the children go cold sometimes. I know this can be waved as Sil gave the Apostles the starting blocks and wanted them to figure it out but someone who at one point said,

‘The old gods are cruel and arbitrary, and distant from the hopes and fears of mer. Your age is past. We are the new gods, born of the flesh, and wise and caring of the needs of our people.’

He’s seen how it is to be cast out; his two most beloved friends - he’s seen what they’ve gone through, he knows what he has been through, he’s seen war at that point he’s advised against it he’s fought it, he - knows. And, I guess I just want to know what changed him from that, to, allowing his apostles to let others suffer if that’s the case - and if he’s doing it intentionally, ???

Also - SPOILERS - in one quest they are literally killing citizens of the city, they are literally killing them to make sunshine, are you telling me that Sotha Sil knew that was happening and, ah well, it has to.

And, also, his memory stars, … not exact wording,

‘Factotums will need a voice. … Perhaps something, comforting.’

‘My Friend, what have I become?’

‘You can’t care too much, how else will they learn to fend for themselves?

‘Our Soldiers are useless against the Dwemer machines, we’re sending these Mer out for slaughter.’

‘We’ve cursed them all. They will be cast out, disgraced!’

All sound like at some point he cared, he cared a lot. The planisphere memories also make it sounds like the memory stars were early on, that he started casting out his memories/emotions early.

I guess it boils down to - did something happen at some point, to make him like this? So focused on a set thing, less compassion, more numbers and work and distance? I know it’s confirmed? He had a wife at some point, was that it? Did the Compact do it? Are we ever going to see that? Am I going to have to spend the rest of my life sending letters to Zenimax and Todd and ‘please for the love of nirn tell me about sotha sil, give me your notes, please i’ll sign a contract.

I could talk about how much, how much he seems to love, and a million other things about Sotha Sil but this is already too long so maybe another day but,

TLDR: I love Sotha Sil, he’s my favorite; I love the idea of this man who suffered and seen his friends suffer and wanted to be a god, wanted to fix everything, wanted people to have good lives - not just those of his own kin but everyone - someone full of love, and while I respect ESO, I wish we had gotten that.

[bretongirlwrites]

nostalgic breton girl’s oc masterpost

JULIANNE TRAVEN (Oblivion: Arch-Mage) Julianne excelled at the Arcane University; as a research student, and being the daughter of the Arch-Mage, she became deeply involved in the Necromancy Crisis, and was ultimately the one who killed Mannimarco. For this she earned her place on the Council of Mages, and later followed in her father’s footsteps. She also provided research assistance in the Oblivion Crisis; and was privately somewhat involved with the Thieves’ Guild. She is, for the most part, effervescent, optimistic, and rather on the eccentric side.

CORINNE TRAVEN (Oblivion: Champion of Cyrodiil) Julianne’s younger sister is a member of the Fighters’ Guild and the Imperial Watch who was selected to become a Blade, and who thus devoted her life to the Emperor. Unwavering and determined, she was among the finest of them, and it is she who was entrusted with the Amulet of Kings, and who found and assisted Martin. She is married to Caroline, one of her fellow Blades.

MARIANNE (Oblivion: Grey Fox) Marianne grew up in the Thieves’ Guild in Kvatch, and at length sought her fortune in the Imperial City, where she was called upon to assist in the heist of the age. Her intention has only ever been to help the underprivileged, and she later decided to devote herself to the Imperial Cult. She is married to Marcel (my OC) who works at the chapel in Skingrad. She is Julianne’s cousin, though she was unaware of this until later on, when the two met in the City.

LUNETTE (Morrowind: Nerevarine) Accidentally implicated in a plot to kill the Emperor, Lunette was sentenced to hard labour on Solstheim; and later sent away to Balmora to become the Empire’s Nerevarine. Her early life taught her not to trust anyone, made her play a sort of role; her time in Morrowind mellowed her a little, and while she continued her game of manipulation in House Hlaalu, she also got involved with the admirable work of the Bal Molagmer and the Twin Lamps. At length she found the strength to step down from her role-playing and face her real sentiments, - principal among which was her love for Ilmeni Dren.

JULIENNE (Skyrim: Dragonborn) Julienne grew up in Bruma, but decided to become a mercenary, and go over to Skyrim. It was there that she discovered she was Dragonborn, and despite her distinct lack of self-confidence and constant complaining, she defeated Alduin and earned eternal fame (which didn’t help her social anxiety much). She is married to Marcurio, with whom she travels as a mercenary duo, and with whom she bonded over a shared love of destruction magic (read: blowing stuff up).

TALVYNEA MORVEN (Skyrim: Imperial Legate) Talvynea grew up in Raven Rock, but moved to Skyrim to join the Legion; she served admirably during the Civil War, and was the one who personally killed Ulfric Stormcloak. She later returned to Solstheim, with Julienne this time, to assist in the Miraak affair. While she is an excellent and devoted soldier, her true profession is that of a blacksmith, and she hopes to take over from Glover Mallory one day.

AURÉLIE (ESO: Vestige) and J’ANKOR (travelling-companion). Aurelie is a scholar from the Mages’ Guild who can be a little careless and a little too trusting, which is how she had this whole affair thrust upon her. J’ankor is an Alfiq who can read things by sleeping on them, like Azincourt from the Paris des Merveilles series. His name is also pronounced a bit like Azincourt -- you know what, never mind.

(minor ocs under the cut)

JEANNE RENAULT (Daggerfall: Agent) In-game escapades and backstory to be confirmed. If you recognise the name, it is because she is the future Captain Renault of the Blades, who died saving Uriel Septim from the Mythic Dawn.

HANNIBAL and MYRIAM TRAVEN. Hannibal Traven is not, of course, my OC; he is, however, the father of Julianne and Corinne, so I felt it was useful to include him. Myriam is his wife, a battlemage in the Anvil City Guard until the two moved to the City. In my headcanon Hannibal does not die, and stays on as Arch-Mage for several years more before being succeeded by his daughter.

AUGUSTINE TRAVEN. Hannibal Traven’s late brother, and part of the reason for Hannibal’s distrust of Necromancy: Augustine was corrupted by the dark arts, and ultimately lost to them, when the Anvil guard raided a den of necromancers in which he happened to be practising. He is also the father (by different mothers) of Marianne and Lunette.

GAIUS PRENTUS. Remember that guard who is sent to patrol the island with the Strange Door? He’s my OC now, and the one who ends up chosen as Sheogorath’s champion. I haven’t got much further than that, but his personality is quintessentially Imperial Guard and I thought it would be amusing.

TARA-LEI. Julianne’s best friend, and fellow-student at the Arcane University. Tara is mostly an alchemist, though a good all-rounder, and has charged herself with preventing Julianne from procrastinating too badly.

CAECILIA IUCUNDUS. A student of the University of Gwylim - later the Chancellor - who has a fondness for travelling, and most especially writing about her travels. She took on Jenette as a guide in the Jeralls, and ended up falling in love with her.

JENETTE. A Nord wanderer who lives in Bruma, participated in the retrieval of the Draconian Madstone, and has a shadowy past which might involve the Skaal.

MATHILDE. A Breton illusion-mage who attended the College of Winterhold for a while, but eventually got bored and decided to test out her knowledge in the real world, namely by joining the Dark Brotherhood and getting her targets killed by frenzying them, because that’s her idea of fun apparently

DEREK THE DREMORA. Honestly I do not know what he is doing here. He is a joke character who got out of hand

FABRICE. AU Dragonborn who chiefly features in my fic An Empire Fallen. Half-Nord, half-Breton who favours shortswords and stealth and a little bit of magic; or preferably not having to fight at all. Extremely naive, and with a tendency to sponteneity.

COURIER. The unnamed protagonist of The Formation of a Courier is a former Winterhold student now in the surprisingly magical business of postal delivery.

POSTMASTER. The Guildmaster of the Couriers' Guild is a strange sort of fellow with stranger facial hair who likes nothing in his life more than a good letter.

[the-tharns-speak]

I was prepared for a lot. I was not prepared for the mental image of you hanging from a certain necromancers belt OR the mention of him stealing sweetrolls. Both are... equali desturbing for different reasons. Care to furter elaborate on either or better yet both instances? Surely the truth of what happened can't be worse than what my mind came up with as explanation.

Let me assure you that nobody was prepared for hanging off Mannimarco’s belt, neither for the theft of sweetrolls. I intended to leave it up to your Imagination and interpretation, but since you have directly asked:

While I don’t recall any of the Five Companions referring to the time we spent together as adventuring, it is in a nutshell what we did. It has the well known grind of A vague clue leads to some poorly explored ruins or cavernous system which contains another vague clue or an even more vague hermit to some other ruin or cave, after making your way through five such places you find out that this whole thing didn’t lead to, rinse and repeat. So much to why we were in caves halfway pulled into the Quagmire, hoping to find something about the key to Sancre Tor.

Scene: A narrow ledge in the middle of a cliff, from one side a steep unforgiving stone, from the other side a drop into the black flames of Oblivion. On this ledge: Varen and I, as we were the daintiest of the group and the ledge was about 8 inches wide, and Mannimarco who claimed to know how to get through the door on the other side (he didn’t, but his other option was to stay behind with Sai Sahan and Titanborn, so I was very undertsanding of tha lie). In the air, gigantic bloodthirsty fleshhungry bats. In the heat of the battle, Mannimarco and I fell over over the ledge. Somehow the necromancer managed to catch on the edge of the ledge. I was less lucky, but in the attampt to grasp on something that would prevent me from plummeting to the burning blackness below, I caught on something. That something turned out to be Mannimarco’s belt. Once we overcame the initial splitsecond of panic of almost dying again, we made it up with a bit of levitation (Mannimarco) and the unwilling help of one of those bats (me). Scene ends.

The theft of sweetrolls is a story far less drenched in adrenaline. It is a known fact that mortal require sustenance, and while hunting and gathering can feed a group of five, after a couple of days you come to miss such things as wine, spices, garlic, carrots, radishes, or perhaps just a bit of fattened up pork which you didn’t have to drag a mile back to the camp. Not to mention our attempts at baking were horrible. (On the list of our mistakes, we let Mannimarco cook. I am fairly sure we haven’t eaten anyone. Well, at least not anyone we knew.) This is a fancy way of saying that from time to time we’ve come to a civilized part of the country which had a market and we went shopping for provisions. This was a task suited to three people: Titanborn, Sai Sahan, and me, as neither of us would get distracted, unlike Varen, and at the same we would buy food suitable for travel, unlike Mannimarco. And so the other day Titanborn returns from another such an errand and brings a box of sweetrolls with the comment that yesterday was absolutely terrible and we could use a little cheering up. Sai Sahan and I decide to save the treat for later that day as more of an afternoon snack, while the other three get sticky sugar gloss and crumbs all over them instantly. Except Mannimarco’s sweetroll lasts him suspiciously long. But he is the group’s necromancer, we expected the occasional extravagance. However, then it was the afternoon and I was peckish, so I went and opened the box which should contain the remaining two sweetrolls, but curiously was home only to bread. And so I asked: “Has anyone seen the last two sweetrolls?”“Oh,” Mannimarco stops in his tracks, “I thought that nobody wanted them, so I conveniently disposed of them.”I don’t agree with Sai Sahan often, but we were on a bridge, the water was deep, and that son of a bitch ate our bloody sweetrolls. We tossed him over, one shoulder each.