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The Kiss - Part 3

Finally Part 3. I had to add another male character, cause suddenly I want to spice things up a bit more. I try to stick to the lore as much as I can, but I am really not good with the Skyrim franchise, I was always a Morrowind girl. Anyway - Enjoy. ;)

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Part 1 Part 2

You had taken a boat to reach Vvardenfell, avoiding traveling alone initially, aware that the streets could be dangerous. Along the way, you encountered a group of Bretons heading to the Telvanni Peninsula and decided to accompany them for a while. Eventually, you arrived at a harbor, bid them farewell, and set off towards the small island of Vvardenfell—hoping to uncover more about Sotha Sil and trying to navigate your own complex feelings for him.

The sea was calm, and you dozed for several hours on the boat, lulled by the gentle sound of the waves and the occasional call of a seagull overhead. As you heard the distinctive screeching of the slick striders, you realized that Vvardenfell was close. A nostalgic feeling overcame you. You had somehow always felt at home with the dark elves of Tamriel. 

You opened your eyes to see a lighthouse materializing through the mist, and you assumed you were nearing Seyda Neen. From there, it was just a short walk to Vivec City. You had visited this island many years ago as a child, when your brother had brought you first to explore Vivec City with him. Back then, Seyda Neen felt more populated, and the lighthouse appeared taller and more majestic in your youthful eyes—a small tower emerging from the fog, its bright flame guiding the way from its peak. 

You yawned and stretched, slowly rising to your feet. Before you, the boat glided to a halt at a quaint wooden pier, where an Imperial guard awaited your arrival. “Welcome to Vvardenfell,” he proclaimed, “Just a touch of mandatory paperwork—please, follow me!” He gestured toward a modest house that seemed to be a census bureau or a community house. You nodded, leaping off the boat, your heart racing as a dark elf passed by, muttering “N'wah” with a bitter edge. You remembered, that not all outlanders were always welcome.

Behind you, a tall Nord soldier trailed, his presence both imposing and reassuring. You had noticed him earlier on the boat, adorned in armor that seemed to be made from diamonds. His equipment was beyond impressive. His face remained hidden, yet there was an undeniable calmness in his demeanor—a quiet strength that drew you in, hinting at his northern roots from the cold lands of Skyrim.

As you stepped into the modest house, an elderly man sat behind a wooden desk, his pen dancing gracefully across paper. You approached him, curious about the necessity of registering new arrivals in this part of Tamriel. There was no time to ask questions. You stated your name and were handed papers. With a swift motion, you signed your name and indicated your ethnicity on the forms laid before you. The elder man stamped the papers with a satisfying thud and handed them back to you. 

The guard nudged you toward the exit, preventing you from catching a glimpse of the Nord warrior’s face or hearing his name as he spoke to the census official. As you stepped outside, the familiar scent of damp earth mingled with the cool air of Vvardenfell, wrapping around you like an old, comforting cloak. A few dark elves walked through the narrow streets of Seyda Neen, their quiet presence a reminder that you were nearing the end of your journey. Once you reached Vivec City, you decided to linger there for a few days—not only to converse with Lord Vivec but also to muster the courage to request an audience with one of the Tribunal gods.

You made your way out of Seyda Neen, following the towering mushrooms that adorned the path. As you walked, enjoying the freedom of movement after the long boat ride, a nagging sensation crept over you—a feeling that someone was trailing behind. The faint crack of breaking branches and the rustle of leaves reached your ears, urging you to quicken your pace. Heart racing, you thought about whether your adrenaline could propel you into a full sprint. Instead, you opted for a different approach. Gripping your weapon tightly, you leaped behind one of the enormous mushrooms, ready to ambush your stalker.

With your breath held and senses heightened, you prepared to confront whatever threat lurked behind you. Suddenly, an overwhelming brightness engulfed you, just like sunlight piercing through a canopy. With a startled shriek, you lunged forward, aiming to thrust your sword at the stalker. Instead, it met a dull “clonk” against an iron shield, knocking you off balance.

Just as you were about to tumble, a strong arm caught you, the chill of armor wrapping around you. The blinding light was the diamond-like armor of the Nord from the boat—now this very warrior was holding you steady. Your sword had been halted by his shield, and his weapon remained sheathed, you sensed his intent was not to harm.

You let out another shriek, this time fueled by anger rather than surprise, as his grip around your hips felt a touch too intimate for your comfort.

“I apologize for scaring you,” he said, his voice muffled behind the helmet. “I had no intention of harming you. I merely heard you were heading to Vivec City, which happens to be my destination as well.” His accent bore the unmistakable dialect of a warrior from Skyrim and the calm in his voice soothed you for a moment. 

“If you would like to travel together, then there is no need to be so close,” you said carefully, aware that he could easily overpower you in an instant. He stepped back a couple of feet, securing his shield and offering a slight bow.

“Apologies again. I also did not intend to let a young lady fall into the mud,” he remarked, gesturing toward the rather dirty ground beneath you. You exhaled deeply, the tension of the surprising encounter beginning to ease.

“Well then, if you’d like to travel together—what is your name?” you inquired, curious about the man who had so unexpectedly entered your journey.

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This is what I want to write next. Bear with me. It's cooking.

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Me in the mornings when I wake up, stumble to the kitchen and meet my partner there for breakfast.

how to navigate vivec with style and grace ...

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You had a disturbing dream. You can only recall one part. A tall figure with a golden mask led you among the dead as through a wedding celebration. You heard many voices, but no lips moved. You strained to breathe, but your chest didn't move. The tall figure spoke with each figure as he passed among them, laughing and joking, as if they were alive, but they made no reply. You tried to cry out, but without breath, your tongue fluttered in vain.

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this was mostly cause i wanted to draw tiresias in something fancier than he'd normally wear yipee

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I spent 6000 ISK on a Factotum Merchant and I feel so happy and guilty at the same time. 😭❤️

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The Kiss - Part 2

Now, I am having too much fun writing Sotha Sils cryptic dialogues. Honestly. I know some of you play ESO for the dungeons, the battlefields, the events. I play it solemnly for the quests and the well written dialogues. Therefore I decided to continue writing this little story, maybe turning it into something bigger, depending on how well I can write for Vicec and Almalexia...

Enjoy more Lord Seht Fanfiction! :)

Part 1

After that kiss, things took a turn for the worse. You had hoped your obsession with the Clockwork God would fade after he granted your wish, but instead, you found yourself yearning for him even more. As you traveled through Nirn, thoughts of him consumed you, leading to careless mistakes during encounters with enemies. You were ambushed more than once by packs of Kagouti or an irate Netch bull, lost in daydreams about returning to the Clockwork City.

After suffering severe injuries from one such ambush, you decided to lay low for a while and rented a room at a local inn in Mournhold. It dawned on you that this obsession could ultimately prove fatal, and you needed to find a way to overcome it. You knew you could never truly be with a god of the Tribunal, yet you still found yourself stopping at shrines, making offerings, and silently praying to Almalexia and Vivec, but most passionately to Sotha Sil.

You spent your days in Mournhold resting, taking leisurely walks without your weapon and armor, chatting with the locals, and enjoying a drink or two in the tavern each evening. For the first time in a long while, you felt truly at ease. Thoughts of Sotha Sil and the memory of his cold lips brushing against yours kept you awake at night, but with the entire day to yourself, you indulged in your fantasies, sleeping late and enjoying long, lazy mornings. You were typically roused by the sounds of new travelers checking in or the kitchen staff preparing dinner for the guests.

After about a week of rest, those thoughts still lingered in your mind. Realizing you needed guidance, you decided to travel to Vivec City. You knew that Lord Vivec, Sotha Sil's brother, was always open to consultations, and you hoped his wisdom would help you find a path that suited both your life as a fighter and your mortal existence.

The night before your departure, you laid out your armor beside your bed along with your weapon. In your backpack, you packed potions and provisions for the journey ahead. Planning to take the boat to Vvardenfell, you wanted to be well-prepared, unsure of how long the trip would take.

After undoing your hair and slipping into your silken sleeping robe, you lay down, closing your eyes and replaying the kiss in your mind. You envisioned Sotha Sil’s tall figure leaning toward you, his demeanor cold and distant, yet you felt an undeniable connection. You recognized that he could have easily dismissed your request, but he didn’t. You recalled the divine sensation of his lips, the golden shimmer that surrounded him as you gently opened your eyes, and the feeling of being elevated, transformed into something greater after he had gently broken the kiss.

You sighed as you slowly drifted into sleep, feeling closer to the god than ever before. Just as sleep began to overwhelm you, a sudden darkness enveloped you, followed by a powerful force pulling you up, leaving you groggy and dizzy as if you had been knocked unconscious after a fight. You blinked awake to find yourself sitting in your bed, your hair cascading over your shoulders, clad only in your silk robe.

You expected to feel cold, but you didn’t shiver. The room was dark, except for a golden shimmer emanating from the corner near the desk where you kept your armor. You wanted to rise and investigate the light, but a familiar dark voice held you back.

“Are you still dreaming about our encounter, prisoner?”

“Lord Seht?”

“After all this time, you’re still fixated on that fleeting moment, the mere touch of flesh. It fascinates me that mortals dwell on such brief contacts, lingering longer than on any acquired valuable artifact.”

“Lord Seht, I can hear your voice, but I cannot see you. Did you hear my prayers? What is your answer?”

You weren’t sure how long Sotha Sil intended to linger in your mind, in your dreams, or in this room. But you had missed him dearly and were overwhelmed with questions. In a rush of emotion, you blurted them all out, hoping he would answer.

“Why did you grant my wish? What do you truly desire from me? Can I ever be more than just a fleeting thought in your existence? How can I find my way back to you? Please, tell me what I must do to understand this connection between us!”

For a moment there was silence. You worried you had asked too much. But your prayers contained the same question - did the god grant you your wish since he was curious about kissing you as well? 

The golden shimmer in the corner of your room was soft and comforting. You could hear Sotha Sil speaking again: 

“Your questions reveal the depth of your longing, and in that longing lies the essence of your humanity. I granted your wish not out of mere whim, but because I sensed a spark within you, a potential that transcends the ordinary.

Remember, connection is not solely bound by proximity. It thrives in the choices you make and the legacy you forge. I am always present, woven into the fabric of your existence, guiding you from afar. Seek knowledge, embrace your power, and the thread that binds us will strengthen.”

“Does that mean… we will soon meet again, Lord Seht?”

Your voice trembled with hope, perhaps too much hope, as if you were pleading for your very survival. You longed for Sotha Sil to speak plainly, to demand what he wanted without the mystery that always surrounded his words. The golden shimmer in the corner of the room flickered and slowly faded away, leaving you feeling cold. You quickly grabbed your blanket, trying to ward off the chill creeping into your body.

Once again, darkness enveloped you, a deep, numbing silence lulling you back into sleep. Perhaps you had been asleep the entire time, and Sotha Sil's voice had only been a dream.

When you awoke in the morning, your small chamber appeared untouched. Your armor rested at the desk, and your weapon lay beside you on the nightstand. Convincing yourself that last night’s encounter had merely been your imagination, you sighed as you got up and stretched, preparing for your journey to Vivec City.

As you approached your armor and gently lifted your helmet, a small dwarven gear tumbled out, clinking softly against the stony floor of the inn.

“Seek knowledge and the thread that binds us will strengthen…” you whispered, picking up the little gear. Without hesitation, you grabbed your backpack and weapon, tucking the gear close to your heart, feeling its weight as a reminder of the connection you sought.

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Just a kiss

Notes: I did it. I have been thinking about writing Sotha Sil for a while and now I just did it. He comes across as such an asexual character to me that I can only create fluffy moments with him, but that alone brings me a lot of joy. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

You felt a mix of exhaustion and relief as you finally returned to the basilica of Clockwork City. The familiar brass rooms and the cold atmosphere of those metallic halls greeted you. It struck you that your companion was absent, and dread filled your mind.

Before you stood the tall figure of Sotha Sil, elevated on a pedestal that made him seem even more distant, a stark reminder of your own mortality as an outlander. When he turned to face you, his expression remained as distant as ever. You weren't sure what you had anticipated, but after risking your life to rescue the living god of the Tribunal, you had at least hoped for a smile from his cold demeanor.

He started speaking and his voice sent a shiver down your spine. It was as deep and soothing as the halls of the basilica around you. 

“The Prisoner". At last. You are early … or perhaps late. It makes little difference. I'm glad you've come. Tamriel owes you a debt."

“Are you fully restored?”, you hesitantly ask, trying to read anything in his red eyes. 

"Restored. Yes. I reclaimed my shadow, and with it, knowledge of what transpired and what's to come.But those calculations will keep. I owe you a boon. Service, like all equations, demands precise reciprocity. I wonder, what would you ask of me?"

You stared down at your feet, feeling a knot twist in your stomach. Since your encounter with Sotha Sil in Artaeum, where you helped defend the Crystal Tower, thoughts of him had consumed you day and night. As an outlander, you had never cared much for the Tribunal's affairs; the living gods seemed as insignificant to you as any farmer or merchant in this vast world.

But something had shifted within you after meeting Sotha Sil. His words had resonated deeply, and when he bade you farewell at the Crystal Tower, hinting that he would welcome another conversation, you realized there was nothing you desired more than to be in his presence again.

After that, you roamed Vvardenfell, engaging with Dark Elves about the Tribunal and feeling a surge of delight whenever they spoke of Sotha Sil with respect and awe. You found yourself visiting every little shrine you could locate, stopping at each Tribunal temple to offer your tributes. It surprised you how deeply you cared for the Tribunal and how eager you became to earn their favor.

When the opportunity finally arose to visit the Clockwork City, nothing could hold you back. You followed your companion, Divayth Fyr, as he guided you to this remote world. 

However, the Lord Seht you encountered there was entirely different from the figure you had last said goodbye to at the Crystal Tower. His demeanor had shifted, and he pretended not to recognize you.

After defeating the Daedra who had taken hold of his shadow and rescuing him once more, you felt the moment was right to express your feelings. As a mortal, you had everything to gain and nothing to lose.

“What do you ask of me, prisoner?” Lord Seht repeated his question, not with impatience but with a gentle tone, his tall presence looming over you.

With your heart racing, you took a deep breath and met his gaze.

“I ask for a kiss,” you said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. “Just a kiss.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Sotha Sil’s face, quickly replaced by that familiar, distant expression. He seemed to ponder your request, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. 

“Is that truly all you seek?” he asked, his voice softer, almost contemplative.

You nodded, feeling the weight of your words. In that moment, it wasn’t just the kiss you desired; it was a connection, a bridge between your worlds. Sotha Sil stepped closer, his towering figure casting a long shadow over you. He hesitated, and for a fleeting moment, you thought he might refuse. But then, he leaned down, his cold breath mingling with yours. The kiss was light, almost ephemeral, yet it sent a rush of warmth through you. It was a brief moment that felt infinite, a spark igniting the space between you. When he pulled back, his expression remained mysterious, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps, or a hint of acknowledgment.

“Very well,” he said, his voice regaining its usual calm. “You have your boon.”

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So far, the hardest animation I've done, though ¿trend? is probably long gone, haha ... at this rate, I'm going to run out of food

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One Piece official art

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Tři oříšky pro Popelku / Three Wishes for Cinderella (1973)