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missreve · 2 days
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I’ve been busy
More soon c:
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missreve · 12 days
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Vol’in Vo’dinko
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missreve · 19 days
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WIP
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It’s been said before but the lack of diversity in Skyrim is tragic.
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missreve · 21 days
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The Greybeards held a ceremony recognizing me as ‘Dovahkiin’. Apparently I’m Ysmir, Which would technically make me Talos.
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Better keep that to myself less I be the heart of this civil war…
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missreve · 22 days
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The throat of the world whispers my name in a tongue unknown to me. In a rhythm that matches the beat of my heart. Could 7000 steps really be all that stands between me and what I seek?
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missreve · 27 days
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Where do I even begin to retell the events of the last few days?
It started in Riften. Erandur, Jade and Myself were pretty much living in the temple. Jade offered her advice (for those desperate enough), Erandur offered blessings and I offered my ability to get things done. Dinya definitely took advantage and sent me all the way to Markarth. 80 septims for a carriage, by the way.
Erandur did not trust me to deliver Maras message on my own and Jade didn't want to be alone at the temple. So Maras Burning Hearts were back on the road. That's what we called ourselves, on account of all the fire we tend to use. The Carriage took us as far as Morthal. It was there when Erandur began to share about his youth.
He was raised within the cult of Vaermina, until the Incident in Dawnstar. When he fled from the cult, leaving his brothers and sisters to rest in a 'Miasma' induced slumber. He "ran and ran" until he was near frozen somewhere in The Pale. It was a priest of Mara who found and took him to Morthal. Thus began his worship to the Mother-Goddess. He had no family nor friends to speak of.
Erandur died the 1st of Morning Star 4E 97~201
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"In the name of Mara, may the blood of life continue to pump within your breast." His favorite prayer, well he said it a lot.
In the seasons that I knew him, he was a gifted Mage, Alchemist and Mentor. My fire spells would not even be half as potent without him. His patience, kindness and resolve made him an excellent disciple of Mara. Speaking with the wisdom of The Mother, he always knew how to comfort the people who needed it the most. I find it difficult not to blame myself for his death.
There was this man, never bothered to learn his name. He would walk the grey quarter, hurling bigoted insults and obscenities. Normally I would just pickpocket him and move along. That night, The 1st of Morning Star, I was not feeling as charitable. Boethiah whispered in ear and my axe was in his throat. Quick, clean, sorry bastard had no time to realize he was dying.
Erandur was surprised but Jade look as if she were going to be sick. We have killed before but she had never seen it in such cold blood. Jade ran off before either of us said anything. Erandur insisted I go to the New Gnisis and stay out of sight while he went after Jade. I had been asleep for maybe 3 hours before he woke me with the news Jade was seen getting on a carriage heading south. It's probably for the best.
He said a prayer quietly to himself and we both fell asleep. Until I felt the unmistakable sharp pain of a knife in a gut...
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missreve · 28 days
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"Kynareth Amulet"
Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Art by Ray Lederer
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missreve · 28 days
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Dunbeath Iron Age Broch, Caithness, Scotland
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missreve · 29 days
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I dreamt I was a black dragon with wings shrouded in darkness. With a mighty breath I shouted the world to Oblivion.
Who am I?
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Vol’in is a Dunmer refugee from Solstiem. Dragons have yet returned to Skyrim and she is unaware of the Thu’um.
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missreve · 1 month
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Azura, my lady, guide my hand.
Guide me across both the darkness and the light.
Show me the path of twilight and lend me into your embrace.
My Mother and Queen.
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missreve · 3 months
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missreve · 6 months
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Aye yo what’s good
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