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lunarlightforge · 8 months
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Hey everyone!! Here’s a deadric inspired blade from a few different sources! The blade it self is called “scourge” with deadric text. Check out the link here for more info.
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moodcrab · 2 months
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Fixing Skyrim's Daedric Quests
Introduction
Unlike my Oblivion character - a mere mortal who stumbled upon a shrine while lost in the wilderness, becomes somewhat obsessed with gaining the level requirement and collecting an offering, then undertakes the quest feeling like a dark god is testing their worthiness to be their champion - The Last Dragonborn has Daedric Princes falling over themselves to make them their champion straight out the gate. Level one? Who cares! No offering? No problem! Not my Summoning Day? We haven't cared about that since Morrowind! Literally told me to go fuck myself? Take the prize anyway Champ you've earned it!
Basically, much like factions, Skyrim shoves nearly all of the Daedric Quests in the player's face as soon as possible because they're widely considered to be the best and most rewarding by fans of the previous games. But the older games had them, to varying degrees, hidden away or locked behind mechanics, and Bethesda didn't want newer, more casual fans to miss them. In doing so the Princes and their cults lose that air of mystery and danger they once had.
On the other hand, it was nice to be doing something else entirely then have a surprise Daedric Quests blind side me, and it's not like the old Oblivion way was perfect. Find shrine, give offering, get quest for EVERY Prince? And just one quest and I'm the champion, dedicated my soul to your afterlife and all that jazz?
This series is going to try to maximise the good parts of Skyrim Daedric Quests, while bringing back some of the classic elements that it left out, starting with...
Part I - Namria
Quest A) A Taste of Death.
If you visit the Treasury House in Markarth you might overhear an argument between Brother Verulus and Thongvor Silver-Blood. This location change means you are unlikely to just run into this quest immediately as in vanilla, but also gives you a high chance of encountering it during The Forsworn Conspiracy, in which case it has the double benefit of acting as a kind of red herring in that quest and linking this quest with Markarth's corruption and secret society vibes.
Brother Verulus wants the city guard to stop their lockdown of the Halls of the Dead and to actually go in and deal with the draugr head on (in my alternative "Fixed" Skyrim the increased draugr population is connected with Alduin's return, who is raising his Dragon Priests to serve him, even within cities). Why doesn't he go pester the Jarl or the Captain about this, asks Thongvor, dismissively. Oh come on, don't act coy, we all know who really controls the guard in Markarth, why not let them do their job, replies Verulus. Thongvor counters that that would be a desecration of the Nordic dead, that guards putting them down like a pest would be dishonourable. What's more, perhaps if the glorious Nordic dead of the city weren't being tended to by a poncy Imperial Priest of Arkay instead of a proper old fashioned Orkey Shaman, maybe none of this would have happened. Verulus starts to lose his temper at this, and in anger implies that he knows that the draugr problem that plagues the other cities isn't the real issue here, that most of the ancient dead here are Reachfolk not Nord, and begins to demand a true explanation for being locked out but stops himself, he has said too much and leaves.
The quest begins by talking to Verulus who will ask you to investigate what's really going on in The Halls of the Dead. How you get in is up to you. If you're a sneaky type or a smooth talker you'll get in that way. You can also commit a crime to lure the guard away maybe. You could go find Thongvor who can be convinced to give you an alternative - take care of Verulus, but more on that later.
However you get into the Halls, on entering you start finding evidence of cannibalism, butchered bodies, cooking stations and so on. As you delve deeper you hear Eola, a Reachman Namira Devotee, goading and teasing you; "Not many would walk blindly into a crypt, smelling of steel and blood, but not fear... Don't you see what I am about down here in the dark? Is that disgust? Revulsion?... Or curiosity? Why don't you come deeper, and scratch that itch?" You can question her about who she is, what is her purpose here, why is Thongvor protecting her etc. but it will come down to convincing her to leave, killing her, or accepting her invitation to eat human flesh.
Now, IF you sided with Thongvor, the plan is to lie to Verulus to get him to follow you into the Halls of the Dead, this time you'll be confronted directly by Eola and Thongvor together. They intend to kill and eat you both and blame your deaths on Draugr. You can fight your way out and try to save Verulus, or you can prove yourself by killing Verulus yourself and tasting him by way of a test.
If you partake in cannibalism you will get a monologue from Eola about Namira, waxing poetic about the oldest god, The Black Fly, being the Daedric Prince of decay and squalor and all things ugly and repulsive... But also her significance to the Reachmen. To them she is the Spirit Queen who is the true god of death, not Arkay, the primal darkness that gives and takes life. You will gain the power to feast on a corps once a night or when underground, and unlock the second quest.
Quest B - A Guest for Dinner
The second quest will be even less obvious to the player and will hopefully take most people completely by surprise the first time it happens. The quest will only begin after the following criteria are met: You have used the lesser power to consume 10 or more corpses. You own a fully furnished player home. You spend the night there with either your spouse or a follower. When you sleep, a slow, loud, ominous knocking at the door awakens you.
At your door is a stranger in rags and a hideous face asking to come in. You can refuse or invite them to stay. Once inside they will take a seat at your table and ask what is being served for dinner. At this point your follower/spouse will be freaking out a little. You can offer food, like regular food, which will disappoint him and he'll leave. You can offer your spouse or follower as the meal and you'll have to attack them, the screen will darken for an gruesome audible muckbang. Or you can tell the Stranger he is on the menu, which will please him greatly and he will warn you against choking on him, depending on the disposition of your specific follower or spouse they will either join in or abandon you forever.
The Stranger, if he survives the night, will give you the Ring of Namira as thanks. If you ate him Eola, who incidentally will now double as a replacement spouse/follower, will arrive and give you the Ring. The Ring is a powerful reflect damage/magic ring, a unique enchantment in Skyrim.
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kedavravravra · 6 months
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Deadric-inspired photoshoot for MY BOOOY
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camywamycam · 1 year
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Right person not enough time.
☆A/N: this is supper angsty i got this idea last night and i decided if i cant be happy on valentines day nobody can <3 also this is pretty short☆
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its the year after Cedric's passing. y/n is now of age while Cedric stays 16. They read him a letter at his grave saying all the things they didn't have the chance to say.
"I love the way your auburn hair shines in the sun" "I love your warm touch" "I love the jokes you make with me" "I love the way you laugh" "I love the way you are always there for me" "I love the way you smile" "I love the way you always knew exactly what to say" "I love when you flirt with me" "I love when you tell me about your day" "I love your tight bear hugs" "I love gossiping with you" "I love cheering for you at your quidditch games" "I love studying with you" "I love sneaking around the castle with you late at night" "I love our picnic dates in the summer" "I loved how you never judged me" "I loved the way that you never failed to make me blush" "I loved helping you with your work" "I loved hearing your rants about the subjects that intrigued you" "I loved hanging out with you every Hogsmeade trip" "I loved the way you never gave up on me even after I rejected you 1000 times" "I loved all the little trinkets you gave to me randomly" "I miss listening to music with you" "I miss drawing you in class when I couldn't pay attention" "I miss seeing you in the library" "I miss exploring muggle towns with you" "I miss constantly getting in trouble for passing notes with you in class" "I miss planning our life outside of Hogwarts with you" "I miss our late-night talks up in the astronomy tower" "I miss the mischief we got up to" "I miss your smell" "I miss spending all my detentions with you" "I miss waking up next to you" "I miss seeing your familiar face" "I miss your auburn hair I miss your pearly white smile"
“I miss the warm feeling i felt when you were near”
"I miss the soft loving looks you gave me and I miss your gaze" "I miss the way you would pick me up and twirl me around" "I miss the way you used to hold me on stormy days " "I miss the way you protected me." Y/n sat at Cedric's grave, clutching the piece of paper trying their hardest not to cry wrapping themself in Cedric's old jacket "I hate the way I can forget you. and I hate the way you left me alone so soon."
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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years
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“not all men” you’re right. Cedric Diggory would never.
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the-way-astray · 7 months
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so anyway. i just realized that the event that sort of separates sophie regularly going to foxfire from sophie almost never going to foxfire on-page is deadric.
before deadric, we have sophie diligently attending school except for the break during exile. she goes to school. a lot of scenes in keeper, exile and everblaze pre-deadric are foxfire scenes. all is well and good.
after deadric, foxfire is closed until a new councillor is elected, then sophie gets the ability restrictor, so she doesn't go to foxfire for the rest of everblaze. they are banished in neverseen and lodestar starts when midterm break starts, so those two books effectively have no foxfire scenes. in nightfall, they are still in break until sophie's depression era which starts when they start school and ends when the second semester ends (which is honestly so relatable). the rest of nightfall then takes place during the break between years. then they are attacked in flashback, so we basically get no foxfire scenes in flashback. and in legacy foxfire is on hiatus. (i refuse to talk about stellarlune because it feels like shannon just brought foxfire back to create a sense of nostalgia, which didn't hit for me.)
so: the scene that separates the light part of the series from the darker part is the scene when a certain councillor with a really warm personality gets just a little bit warmer. the moment where the books cross the threshold between goofy and serious is the moment when a guy with aggressively fiery hair gets fired from life. the incident that contrasts the two different tones of the story is the incident when a dude with a smile that can light up a room is killed by a lit-up room, so as you can see this means that- *gunshot*
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salad-sauce · 4 months
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The best deadric prince
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imoutofsoupyo · 11 months
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valak4lifeuwu · 11 months
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We just updated our our book Draught of desire! It would be great to have more people to read our fanfiction. Sorry we haven’t posted for a while. Chapter five is also in the making!
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madhatterbri · 7 months
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Together | G.W.
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Summary: Cecilia Diggory mourns her brother and George is there for her.
Hot summer rain tapped against the windows of a two story house. Flashes of lightning lit the inside of the house. Thunder shook the walls as the storm raged on. This has to be a sign of a bad omen, Cecilia Diggory reasoned.
Her parents decided to invite the Minister of Magic to their home for dinner. They had several issues with sending their now only child to Hogwarts. Her brother, Cedric, died during the last few minutes of the Triwizard Tournament. He was murdered under the command of Lord Voldemort. The Ministry was now more focused on blaming Professor Dumbledore and Harry Potter than finding her brother's killer.
Guilt built inside of her during the summer. She wasn't there for him despite all the times he was there for her. The very brother she shared nine months in the womb with. The brother that she shared a house with was now buried in a cemetery not far from the house.
Cecilia looked at the newspaper on her bed and scoffed. There was no solid plan in the papers about protecting the students of Hogwarts now that a crazed lunatic is out there killing students. The only thing taking place was the blame game. How could Dumbledore let this happen on his watch? Did Harry Potter have any involvement? The Wizarding World was in a panic.
"Darling, dinner is ready," her mother called downstairs. Cecilia took one last look in the mirror. Her make up seemed to be fine despite the crying spells. A painfully bright yellow shirt and plaid yellow skirt to shine on some of the darkness that lingered over her house. Cedric would have teased her for wearing this. She snorted and went downstairs.
Cecilia was greeted by the sight of the Minister of Magic himself Cornelius Fudge. Her father was getting his coat to place on the rack. They were talking pleasantries. Her father certainly knew how to put on an act.
Two other people followed behind the Minister of Magic. A woman dressed in all pink. Her father helped her in as well. Cecilia believed her last name was Umbridge. She could recall her father speaking about her. The last person to walk through her door made her stomach curl. Percy Weasley.
The older brother of her boyfriend, George Weasley. He was a prat. A bully on a power trip in Hogwarts, he ended up turning on his family. George was happy to see him gone, but it destroyed his parents. Despite everything he was still their child.
"Cecilia, darling, look how much you have grown," Mr. Fudge smiled with open arms. He walked towards her and gave her a hug. "My goodness, I can't believe you will be starting your last year at Hogwarts. I still remember when Amos was bragging about you getting into Hogwarts,"
"I am looking forward to it, sir. Any plans to ensure that the students of Hogwarts are safe?" She asked once she pulled away from the hug. The Minister was noticeably more uncomfortable. He shifted nervously and looked to her parents for help.
"Cecilia," her mother started yet was cut off by the woman in pink.
"We are working diligently to ensure that Hogwarts is up to par with its teachings as well as its security. I will be working with you and all the other students as the new professor of the Dark Arts," Miss Umbridge smiled. Cecilia looked her up and down. A shame they couldn't bring back Mad Eye Moody. Something told her she wasn't going to learn much in her final year.
"Great, we can talk the plans over dinner. The papers have been dreadful with smearing Professor Dumbledore and Harry Potter," Cecilia spoke. A feeling in her gut told her this was going to be a waste of time.
The dinner was uncomfortable as expected. The witch's father sat to her left at the head of the table. Her mother sat across from her. Percy Weasley sat to her right. Delores Umbridge sat across from Percy and the Minister sat across from her father. Cecilia repeatedly asked them questions much to the dismay of her parents. The Minister and Umbridge answered most of the questions. They still wouldn't answer any questions about the safety of the students or their to catch the men responsible for her brother's death.
"You must forgive my daughter. She is still very distraught over her brother's death," Amos Diggory sighed in annoyance. She took a good look at her father. It seemed he had aged ever since his favorite child passed away. They barely spoke now. He couldn't possibly know what she was feeling.
"It's quite alright. Students are so inquisitive," the Minister laughed.
"Why would they need to forgive me? How would you know how I feel? We have barely communicated after your favorite child died,"
The room was quiet. A tension like no other gripped the room. The father and daughter stared each other down. He wasn't the jolly man he used to be when Cedric was alive. He was a shell that stayed in his study to bask in all his son's accomplishments.
"Cecilia, we will talk about this later," her father spoke with gritted teeth.
"I'm out of here," she announced. The young witch placed the napkin from her lap and on her food. She pushed her chair back and walk to the front door.
"Amos, do something!" Her mother called watching her family break apart further. She couldn't possibly lose both children.
"She isn't going anywhere. She has nowhere to go," her father tried to ease the distraught woman. Cecilia opened the door and walked out.
George Weasley was worried when she couldn't find his girlfriend on the train. He was worried when she wasn't present for dinner. When he asked her best friend, she found out she was at the Astronomy Tower.
The Gryffindor rushed to see his girlfriend sitting while watching the stars. He could hear her crying. He slowly walked next to her and sat down.
"I thought I could do it," she confessed. A fake laugh slipped past her lips. She turned to him. "I wanted to come back for him but everything reminds me of my brother,"
He kissed the top of her head as she laid against him. Her head buried in his chest. Soft sobs ripped from her body. In all their years, he never saw her at her lowest.
"We will get through this year together," he assured her. He rubbed her back slowly while placing soft kisses on top of her head. "I promise,"
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sweetrabbit · 2 years
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i don’t love you, i’m just passing the time
pairings: Fred Weasley x gn!Reader (the smallest amount of Cedric Diggory x gn!Reader)
genre: angst, unrequited
summary: as the boy in red chases after someone he knew, he could never have.
warning/s: character death, maybe a little insults, technically some spoilers, most likely out of character (more of a cedric typa person 🥲)
a/n: i’m done with my projects, i’ll probably get on with the other requests soon! maybe i will open hp req if anyone if interested!
some outsiders, mitski, rengoku and twice inspiration!
a once bright student, a sweet smile and contagious laugh. their arms always wrapped around the hufflepuff boy they loved oh so dearly, and you could never fail to see him always mirroring their expression.
everyone admired the two, they were end-game, a couple to marry and rule the world together.
that is, till year 6, tri wizard tournament.
the events affected everyone, but it never compared to y/n’s sorrow, since that day the moons been so dark and the sun hasn’t shined like it did before.
it’s a pitiful sight to see the weasley twins try to cheer them up.
and it didn’t help that fred weasley fancied them, though he knew there was no way, no chance for the two, and well, he understood that.
“why do you still stay with them? you know they’d never give you a chance… they’re so stuck up and stubborn.” ron utters, the three weasley boys watch the student fred was so infatuated with.
watching as they read the parchment in their graceful hands as they run across the sides, who knew what was written on the thin material, it was simply a mystery what has gotten the attention of y/n l/n.
“y/n’s tougher than i am. why can i take it when y/n can’t? and then i knew, cedric was the only thing y/n loved. now cedric was gone.” freds brown eyes drape down, reminiscing the moments of when he wrapped y/n around his arms allowing them to somber cries.
“well what a way to make the mood gloomy, huh?” george breaks the silence, taking the other boys to go pester someone.
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on a particularly sunny day by the garden, was y/n and fred looking out into the view. “i’m gonna tell you something, but don’t laugh, ok?” to the the red headed boy nodded.
“they always say that wild people don’t get the blues; it’s kind of silly how i’ve been crying like a tall child. the night breeze would always sort of reminded me of cedrics embrace, although it would feel like i wanted more. sometimes it feels like i’m a donut, you know? like theres a shape of cedric in my heart that can’t be filled” and like that, a pang hit freds poor little heart.
“well you just made me crave donuts. why don’t we go get some, yeah?” trying to lighten up the mood, y/n only dodges, it replacing it with another question.
“why do you do this fred? why are you so nice to me, when everyone else sees me as some mess? you really shouldn’t waste your time on someone like me.”
“hey, this isn’t what cedric would’ve wanted, he wouldn’t like hearing his sunshine talk about themself that way. i mean i sure wouldn’t” he whispered the last part “now, what about we get some donuts?” whipping away the tears that managed to slip down their cheek.
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that never stopped him however, he tried to bring y/n to joyful dates, it always ended with his arms hugging them, their tears trickled down their stained cheeks transferred on his soaked shoulder.
a continuous cycle of them using him for comfort, unrequited love, and he tried so hard but they couldn’t do that to him, not poor fred when angelina johnson was always there for him.
so on a certain date, after roaming around hogsmeade, they took a deep breath while looking at the snowy view of the great lake—a place cedric would take them because he knew how they much loved how each animal harmonized with each other in such a perfect manner—fred would accompany them to the lake in memory of the light of their life, sometimes even george would join.
“thank you fred, for being there for me, since the start, i really appreciate it; but i am sorry for treating you like a rag, and i’m sorry i can’t love you the way you deserve to be loved. and even if i did accept your feelings we wouldn’t have worked out anyway, i could never replace my golden boy, it wouldn’t ever feel the same. and i just wish you best of luck in life, the world maybe cruel but you are one of the people that make it better. continue to shine, weasley, continue your silly little pranks, from now on i’ll just be on the side watching you. thank you, again.” they said, fred was stunned by the amount of words they enumerated, normally they’d only murmur at least 5 words at most.
he’d learn to accept that they would and could never reciprocate his feelings in the start of year 5, when they were learning  amortentia, but he still cared for them deeply.
as they placed a soft kiss on his pink cheek, the emotion felt like a see you later than a goodbye.
now under the rubble of hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, last few breathes.
they reach their cold hand and grabs his “thank you freddy, for everything. now we’ll be together again. we’ll be ok, just loathe here with me, okay? it’ll be alright.” they managed to spew out, looking at his eyes, even if his face was covered with dust he still looked handsome as ever.
“thank you, y/n. i love you, and i’m happy you’ll be reunited with prince diggory soon.” he looks at they, a chuckle leaving their lips.
their thumb caresses over his, a soft smile on their lips, accepting fate and waiting to be taken.
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moodcrab · 16 days
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Fixing Skyrim's Daedric Quests
Part II - Clavicus Vile
Honestly this was the most underwhelming Daedric Quest in Skyrim, but Skyrim is by no means unique in this as it's just the most recent in a long line of underwhelming Clavicus Vile quests in the Elder Scrolls franchise. Vile, the god of wishes, deals and dodgy monkey palm style tricks forms a natural counterpart to the Divine Zenithar, god of honest work and trade, but for some reason there isn't a Vile quest that isn't "Go to dungeon and kill X". Skyrim, to its credit, tried to make it interesting with Barbas, but still resorted to "go to this cave and kill this guy."
The whole story of Sebastian, the mage who wished for a lycanthropy cure for his daughter only for Vile to grant him an axe, is a truly boring misunderstanding of what Vile is all about. An axe isn't a cure, not even in an ironic double meaning of the word cure. Any axe, indeed any weapon or spell, can kill a werewolf, but he didn't wish for his daughter to be killed, something he could easily do without making a deal with the devil. There are several ways to cure lycanthropy in Tamriel, death is not one of them. If you have cancer but you die in a car accident you are not cured of cancer, literally the opposite in fact. This isn't a mind bending M Night plot twist, it's bullshit. Not only is a dead werewolf not a cured one, he didn't wish for his daughter to be killed, so there's nothing stopping him from just throwing the axe in the sea and going to find a Glenmoril Witch. Vile gains nothing from this arrangement, and Vile doesn't enter into arrangements that don't benefit him.
A true Vile wish would have cured the lycanthropy in such a way that causes unforeseen consequences that end up killing the daughter, dooming her soul to The Fields of Regret, his realm of Oblivion. The wish would be technically granted, but it backfired horribly. The only thing remotely Clavicus Vile-ish was the big "rug pull" at the end of the quest where he offers you the axe if you kill Barbas, and like, no. No thanks. I have access to better axes, I'm not killing a dog for this *two handed 🤮* one. I never wanted this axe, there is no reason in the quest to even use the axe yourself let alone grow attached to it, unlike Barbas who has now accompanied me all through the quest. This isn't a choice.
Quest: Best Wishes
The quest opener is being moved from Falkreath to Morthal, because vanilla Morthal has no general store. Well, now it does. Compared to all the other stores you visit it will have a unique look, very mysterious and quirky with oddities on the shelves, and the owner will be an eccentric character with a cute dog. For the quest to activate you must have traded at the store a few times and reached a level. On entering, the owner will be distraught and refuse to trade unless you agree to find his dog who has gone missing.
You go on a bit of a dog hunt. Asking around Morthal gets you little useful information. In fact, if you ask certain people, they will say some curious things; like they have no idea who you're talking about, or that there isn't a general store in Morthal at all, "Oh that old place? That closed down when I was a child after old man whatever died"...
You eventually track the dog down outside the city and, surprise, it talks! Barbas explains the situation, that he is the somewhat loyal side kick of Clavicus Vile, who has an offer for you. He also makes it clear, this offer is an invitation only, you would walk away right now if you were wise. Assuming you aren't a pussy, you of course return Barbas to the shop and hear the offer.
The shopkeeper transforms into Vile, in all his jovial Skaafin glory. He tells you about a wish he has recently received, one that he would like your help in granting. There's this would be merchant in the city of Whiterun named Ysolda, who you have likely already met as she is a very popular wifu, she has been a devout Zenithar worshipper for years, but has become impatient with waiting for her hard work to pay off. She really wants to be a trader, and has prayed to Vile to make it so. If you agree to take care of it for him, he will reward you. As Barbas has recommended, you can quit the quest right now. Or...
You head to Whiterun and start investigating Ysolda. It's up to you how the wish gets granted, depending on what you discover about her:
1. She would like to buy the Bannered Mare of her friend Hulda, who isn't ready to sell. So you could ruin the business to make Hulda desperate to sell, but Ysolda would get a ruined inn. Or you could forge Hulda's will and stage an "accident", so Ysolda inherits the inn at the expense of her friend's life.
2. She has done some work with the Khajiit caravans, learning what she can about mercantile skills, but expressing how hard and horrible their lifestyle sounds. Investigating this will lead you to a secret meeting between Ysolda and an Orc. The Orc hands Ysolda a "the goods" but Ysolda complains there isn't enough. The Orc explains how dangerous getting it is. Ysolda doesn't care, she tells him he needs to go get more. If you follow the Orc to Sleeping Tree Camp you'll witness his death at the hands of the giants there. On his body there is an incriminating note, which you could show to the Whiterun guard captain, who will banish her from the city as punishment. Ysolda will spend the rest of her days with the Khajiit caravan, living as a vagrant and exiled from her home, but a trader, just as she wished.
3. As Barbas, who will accompany you, advises, you could warn Ysolda and break your side of the bargain. She believes your story (how else could you have known about the wish?), but depending on your speechcraft and personality attribute - because a fixed Skyrim would obviously have attributes - you either strike the right amount of fear into her that she flees to the temple to seek sanctuary, or you miss your mark and she decides to go check out this shop in Morthal for herself. When she gets there Vile will reluctantly let her take over the store, but if Ysolda repents she will one day become a Priestess of Zenithar, and convert the shop into a fledgling temple.
Just Deserts
When you return to the general store in Morthal it will have transformed into an abandoned ruin.
Any outcome of options one or two will please Vile, he will award you his Masque which will be light or heavy armoured dependant on which skill is higher for you and it will have a powerful speechcraft, personality and price discount enchantment. You also have the opportunity later on to take over and run the shop yourself.
If Ysolda comes to Morthal to take over the store, Vile will be annoyed at you and Barbas for being boring, but will accept that the wish is technically granted and Ysolda, now his devotee, will be spending her afterlife in his realm. You get the Masque but she gets the store ( unless you marry her...)
If you break your deal and save Ysolda, you get a curse; permanent debuffs to speechcraft, personality and prices. The cost of being a hero is high, especially when it comes to the Daedra. (Maybe Ysolda can lift the curse once her temple is up and running, but that will be a while).
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asexual-juliet · 1 year
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kotlc relics we all collectively forgot about
the fork man song
keefe betrayed everyone and we are all dead inside
the deadric meme
the dexvolution
does biana vacker is gay?
that fucking __A___A__ teaser for the flashback title that everyone filled in with shit like “beanfeast” and “meatloafs”
i feel like every single post casey ever made was a fucking relic
someone else PLEASE add on I can’t be the only one haunted by these
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valkyriedraws · 9 months
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New OC meet Draconika, Daedric Prince of Impossibility, Futile Endeavors, Queen of Lost Causes, and Bride of Oblivion.
(She Seduced all 16 Daedric Princes, becoming a Daedra I the process, and now they have a massive Polycule.)
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deadric has been a tag for a long time, it just died when the deadric jokes died out
Absolutely wild how to response was to make jokes about that red overburnt toast. I dig it though.
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