#dune dragonborn

[coffestamps]

#skyrim #the elder scrolls #digital art #yaksha skyrim #yaksha mod #tesblr #elder scrolls #Dune Dragonborn #Kaie Dragonborn

[wellthebardsdead]

So y’all know my big orc Dune right? Well he’s best friends with a dunmer who was raised in an orc stronghold named simply, Bel, named after the bell charm his mother had given him when he was a toddler. Well he’s got a big prophecy to him that isn’t the dragonborn.

Nope, his mother was one of the last living members of house dagoth, who married into the great house dres. House Dres of course having a long standing hatred towards house indoril. You see where this is going?

Well Bel’s mother and father catch wind of a ‘prophecy’ the elders are believing, in that Bel is the reincarnation of Dagoth Ur, destined to kill the Nerevarine. The prophecy however is completely fake. But still his parents flee morrowind and get as far away as they can going all the way to the empire where they’re ambushed by assassins of the morag tong. Bels parents are killed but before the assassins can escape with the terrified toddler, they’re all wiped out by a group of orc hunters from the nearby stronghold.

Bel gets taken in and raised by the orcs, and Dune is his best friend/cousin as he’s raised along side him. He grows up believing he’s no different then the orcs around him despite his appearance, but the chieftain definitely coddles him a bit too much, not letting him engage in blood sports or sparring because well- the orcs would crush the squishy elf easily.

Everything’s fine until one day when bel goes out searching for wherever dune ran away to and he’s spotted by some dunmer nobles of house dres.

Long story short he gets taken back to morrowind and they attempt to get him to enact the prophecy. The real kicker though? His mother was pregnant before she got married. His birth father wasn’t a member of House Dres…

It was the nerevarine.

It was Nerevar.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUN-

#bel dres #Dunmer oc #Skyrim #dune dragonborn

[kasiawo]

dragonborn heads are a struggle, but i think i made him look cool ID: Illustration of Dune and Lae'zel, text says: "Dune" "Oath of Vengeance Paladin", "struggles at anything to do with intelligence checks." "Requires his thinkin' tiara (Warped Headband of Intellect)" "Romanced Lae'zel"

#art #digitalart #procreate #clipstudiopaint #dragonborn #baldursgate3 #bg3 #laezel #laezelbg3 #timelapseart #speedpaint #dune

[ametat-arts]

Desert serenade, a commish for brazuldul!

#desert #oasis #sand dunes #picnic #dusk #dragonborn #dnd #lute #serenade #anthro #scalie

[dawns-beauty]

Okay, it’s dumb but I have got to talk about my favorite goofy detail I put into the Khajiit Has Wares mod!

I gave each of the caravan leaders a book to read in their downtime (well, Ri’saad got two books.) I figure it’s gotta be boring waiting for the Dragonborn to stop by and offload all their junk treasures, yes?

Anyways, I designed each book cover, with titles in Ta’agra (big thanks to the Ta’agra Project for their translator and fonts!)

Ri’saad got two history books:

Song of Khunzar-ri, a reference to the bard song of the same name in ESO. I edited a screenshot of Khunzar-ri’s ESO model to look more like an illustration.

Two Lights Over Vvardenfell by Jobasha, a reference to the Twin Lamps abolitionists from Morrowind (as well as the Khajiiti bookseller in Vivec)

Ahkari got a mystery novel:

Dark Moon[s] Over Dune by Blue-Fur.

and Ma’dran got this:

[The] Eagle Queen and Her Eye: Forbidden Lovers by Mistress Beautiful. It’s a historical bodice-ripper about the illustrious Altmer Queen Aryenn and her spymaster, the cunning Razum-dar. It is extremely outlawed in the Aldmeri Dominion, of course, but Ma’dran is a curious cat.

#skyrim #my tamriel now #khajiit has wares

[quenthel]

yk how in those oc questions things there is usually one that is like "omg tell us abt your naming process" meanwhile all my ocs have the stupidest names possible...

Paprika after the hungarian word for pepper (not the spice paprika!! bet you didnt know this) then i have a buncha randomizer guys... Duncan bc i was reading the Dune book...Cass is named after a heroes of the storm character...

then my bg ocs are... August bc it was the month i made him in... Wranlen and Oxoth are off a generator (kinda... for Wranlen i knew i want a name w a W.. for Oxoth i wanted to name her Oxo after an old friend of mine i played league with lmao but made it sound more dragonborn-like) and now i have Dutiful... the saucy pink bitch tiefling might just become Breakfast... or perhaps Mx. Candy...

#quenthel special #love giving my ocs stupid names or naming them after things...

[mishikaiya]

Nine People You'd Like to Know Better

Tagged by @thetinyshiloh; thanks, love!

3 Ships Shepard X Garrus Vakarian - Friends to lovers babeyyyy. When I first entered the Inuyasha fandom I was an Inuyasha X Kagome person but fell down the Seshoumaru X Kagome ship hole when the fanfics I were finding interested me more. And let's go with Rogue X Gambit because I still get feral over that from when my uncle would recount their relationship to me growing up.

First Ship The first one I remember is Cloud X Tifa from Final Fantasy VII. And I'm in this one for life. Have I said I am such a friends to lovers sucker? It's a recurring theme.

Last Song Different Sun by BUZZ is in my headphones right now as I go through my Discover Weekly playlist by Spotify. So first time hearing it but thoroughly enjoying it.

Currently Reading Hoo boy. I am reading so many at a time lately. Where the Dark Stands Still by A.B. Poranek, Dragonfall by L.R. Lam, Fumiko and the Finicky Nestmate by Forthright, Bonesmith by Nicki Pau Preto, Crown of Feathers by Nicki Pau Preto, Dune by Frank Herbert, Daughter of the Moon by Sue Lynn Tan, So Let Them Burn by Kamilah Cole, and Drag Me Up by R.M. Virtues.

Last Film My friend and I re-watched Godzilla (2014) the other night. I really love that one.

Currently Craving Some sort of ice cream with candy in it.

I tag (but only if you want to of course): @soothinghymn @licoricefern @jauffre @astrangedoor @shadowofveils @jaxi-the-dragonborn @margomadisons @unviincible @zenjestrr

#tag game #literal about me

[ladytanithia]

9 people you'd like to know better

I don't know 9 more people on Tumblr!

Thank you for the tag @skyrim-forever

◇3 ships

My OC Dragonborn Miranja and Talvas Fathryon

Zelink

Sherlock and Watson (Ben C and Martin F)

◇first ship

If we're talking fan fiction, I guess it would have to be Zelink. The memories/flashbacks in Breath of the Wild really brought the characters to life for me, and inspired me to write again after a very long dry period.

◇last song

Around the Fire - Jeremy Soule (no surprise there)

◇currently reading

To Sleep in a Sea of Stars - Christopher Paolini

◇last film

... ... ... after much thought, since I rarely watch movies, I believe it was the new Dune movie

◇currently craving

Believe it or not, nothing!

I'm tagging @dirty-bosmer @gwilin-stay-winnin @mareenavee @sunny-d-anomaly @thana-topsy @thechaosdragoness @thequeenofthewinter If you've already done this, you don't have to do it again, just tag me on it. 😊

#friendship #tag game #getting to know you #sharing

[the-technicolor-whiscash]

I’m so bad at naming characters like you wanna know how I named my Dragonborn. I started with the first syllable and then Duned that shit. It’s 100% based off whatever guttural sound felt right and sounded like it could feasibly be a name.

#the whiscash administration

[leadflowers]

5 Favourite Fics

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

I was tagged by @sad-mage-central​, thank you!

Let’s see what I can dig up!

1. If RP threads count, then I obviously must nominate our very own Alexius/Kate RP, which I very much enjoyed! The studious young Inquisitor and the sad old Vint join forces during an expedition to hunt down Venatori and grow close. 

2. Song of Oblivion, My (unfinished) attempt at a Dragonborn longfic but going about it in a different way, featuring Skyrim!Kate who starts out as a student at the College of Winterhold and gets her first clue as to her true destiny after she absorbs a Word of Power during the Saarthal expedition. 

3. New Vegas by Night, an experimental piece where I attempted to cross over two of my favourite fandoms: Fallout and Vampire the Masquerade by imagining how the Kindred have fared after the apocalypse. Written from the POV of two very different vampires, with very different experiences.

4. The Diary of Emily Belmont, the first (and only) part of an epistolary fic exploring the struggles of a young Toreador Neonate. Heavily based on Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines, although I was planning to flesh out the story a bit more. Like most things I write, I never finished it.

5. And now for something completely different! Witch-Hunt, A Dune RP I wrote together with my (now) partner, a long, long time ago. So old, in fact, that it resides on a Proboards forum, although originally it was written on an even older, now defunct board, and we copied it over to preserve it. This one is actually finished! 

#fanfiction #my fanfiction #tagged for me

[deepspyshoefish]

Origin:

Before we begin this tumultuous journey which falls upon us. We must begin before the chaos and lost souls; before the need to feel whole wasn’t just a constant chase. Grigorian Mer was born into the world far from _________. He drew his first innocent breaths in the continent known as Infernet and its secret Mountain Ossenfelt. Many whispers grew around these distant plains, for far little was known. The lost Celtic Clans and Draconians soaked the roots, but only scars remained on the aged landscape.

Grigiorian Mer or Mer as he was once known was a strange one from birth; there was no way around it. Sandpapered midnight scales wrapped his whole body, whilst still appearing soft in the darkest cave. Patchwork skin skittered itself in between an array of those darkened iron tips. Some would’ve said they worked in unison as he took his first steps, it was such incorrect beauty from the start and a tale to go with it. His mother Iodine belonged to the ancient Coven of Ciaran. Strange but powerful rumors spread about these avarice folk. Neighboring villages warned their young of those dark caves and welcoming truths. And to never believe the roses….regardless of how they cry. His mother Iodine was a layered and troubled woman. Her presence colored the walls sour when she appeared. It was this ostracisation that caused this tragic occupancy. The summoning of the Dragonic spirit and the loss of her sight were all in part for her sacrifice for sensual need. This forbidden fornication doomed her from the start, but as the darkness wrapped her womb, she felt the touch of his furnace. Albeit, her acts warranted and achieved her desire, those who watched the sky that night grew their own needs.

A child who bears both Warlock and DragonBorn genes was unheard of in these parts and the coven did the only moral thing they could. They nurtured and cared for the soulless mother. Bathed and cared for her during those screaming nights. By 4 months, the mother’s child was ripped from her stomach and her body was left to the whispers. Although the Half Warlock and Half Dragon-born race were unheard of, there were rumored to be small pockets all over the distant continents.

He grew his young scales in Ossenfelt, but you’d be surprised to find anyone who’s heard of it in a long time. Beautifully carved walls hid these intricate caves where fallen temples stretched across miles of underground chambers, only to be quilted by the mountains. Turquoise Stalagmites enchanted those hollows and protected them from the curses of the Whispering Woods. The walls had stood partnered with the mountains for years and yet the rose petals etched into the marble looked as if they stood strong and still. You’d swear you’d hear them cry as they glistened in front of your eyes. Weathered rocks cradled by vines hugged the nooks and crooks of these towering obstacles. Hidden from the shadows of the Fallen Kingdoms lurking over from the North the Coven knew truths and dark secrets which kept them alive throughout blistering winters. When the trees fell into their bones and left the warlocks scarce of enchantments; whilst the animals cheated their trust and fled for warmth. It was these secrets that gave Mer life and power, they showed him memories of things yet to come, visions of chaos and drowning, memories of aether coursing through every atom of his being. Devouring warmth of untempering power ran through those memories. A constant and infinite light. It was all for the taking and Grigorian Mer had seen enough It was time to create it.

Grigorian Mer was a stubborn being. The searching of this aether brought him to the outreaches of the Devouring Dunes. On the edge of nothing, this crystallized sand cut across the frozen ocean like daggers. This apartheid in the environment had been caused by his zealous need for truth and habitual appetite to consume. But his destination didn’t end at the edge of life and the beginning of frostbite, countless trades and sacrifices couldn’t be lost to fear. The frozen seas of Idris had been warned by previous Dream Walkers, so Mer struck a deal with his unknown master. Yielding the sand around his robes, and the molten power within his fingertips he sculpted an infinitely beautiful vessel to carry him across this foreign ocean. His journey across the Idris doesn’t matter, it's the journey down which caused all this…

His burnt lungs drew cold from the piercing water as the weight of his ship sank him down. His trapped torso couldn’t breathe and his powers grew weaker in the darkness of oxygen as any chance of escape froze above him as he was anchored to his tomb. But the darkness grows friendly to those in need and Mer is no innocent. Spoiled blood runs through his veins and an opportunity won't be missed. Screaming prayers circulated in his mind during those last seconds; as the last breath carried his final word he reached them and The Unknown Gods heard his Spirit as if it poured like a raging river. The sound echoed across their ethereal plane like music at a banquet. The mere reverberations of his soul called to the Old and as his eyes drew dark, he left his blood-soaked lungs. Through the starting cracks of death and the parting of life, she extends her corpse-like fingers and consumes what you need the most. The essence of self and transcendence are all being consumed like a devious fiend.

‘Your soul has been taken and your life will be reborn.’

#dnd character #dungeons and dragons

[wellthebardsdead]

Taliesin: orc facts, if you pick up an orc and hold them to your ear, you will hear them.

Yaksha: *is held* Said orc is impressed by your strength.

Dune: They shall have a spring wedding~

#dune dragonborn #orc dragonborn #yaksha skyrim #skyrim taliesin

[coconutcanary]

Remember Yonder? Probably not. But I redesigned and revamped him to fit the campaign he’s in. Unlike before, Yonder is a cartoon copper dragonborn in a tv show called “Dune, and the Cowboys of Power”. He’s a toon that coexists with humans (like who framed Roger rabbit). He’s a side protagonist and represents the cowboy of song. He does a magical girl esc transformation into a cowboy and sings songs to cast magic. His signature move is telling a story and making it come to life. In his free time, he enjoys being a fortune teller and befriending animals.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #ocs #dnd dragonborn #dragonborn #Yonder #digital art #digital illustration #cartoon character #toon #concept art #fantasy #cowboys #cowboy art #dragons #anthro

[ruidusborne]

starter for @blindeyebounty

It’s nice to be out of the jungle for a while, irrespective of the fact that they’ve traded sand dunes for even more sand.  Perhaps the only saving grace of this place is that she can travel by horse as opposed to camel, the latter of which Imogen will be quite content to never have to interact with again.  She’s certain that some of them are capable of being perfectly fine animals, but after having one of them nearly bite her fingers off, Imogen intends to stick to horses, thanks.  

The horse she currently rides is a palomino mustang.  He is one of the most gorgeous horses she has ever seen, and though he is only hers for the short time she is renting him, Imogen has grown rather attached to him. She has named him Applejack (‘AJ’ for short) and has spent the better part of her journey through the Wagyl desert talking to him like he’s an old friend. By the time they finally arrive at the city, her legs are aching.  She deftly dismounts her horse and pats him firmly on the shoulder.

“Good boy,” she says to him softly, smiling as she reaches into her satchel for the last carrot she has. AJ takes it from her quickly, causing her to laugh, before she takes his lead and begins to walk toward the person nearest to her. “’Scuse me, sir,” Imogen’s expression is friendly as she approaches the dragonborn man. “Do you happen to know a good place to settle in town for a few days?  Preferably somewhere I can get some lodgin’ for my horse, too, if possible.”

#blindeyebounty

[lowrollshighhopes]

Sunland Episode 72: Druvok’s Rings

The party then decided to celebrate Harmony's birthday with some lunch, staying in the Swoop and eating there after Cam first dragged them to a bar full of dragonborn guards. Afterwards they went to select their lizards and prepare to leave the following morning.

They would be leaving Telula in Zabamaier with Mirabella, and the princess talked with Harmony a while about her. She was eager to learn new skills from the spy.

They spent one more night in the cellar, and over breakfast Cam tried to pass on to Telula some advice about coming to terms with family, especially of mixed folk, and to tell her that she didn't trust Mirabella, even though many of her actions now made more sense in hindsight.

The party collected their lizards, handed in their visitor's tokens, and left the city via the southern gate, heading west. The lizards were far more at home on the sands than the horses, and with Harmony's map they made good time across the dunes.

Unable to find a decent campsite one evening, they were obliged to camp out in the open. During the night a large lizard creature approached and attempted to eat Harmony, who was on watch. The party saw it off in short order, although George later heard it roaring and a strange whistling laugh.

The next day they found its half-eaten corpse being picked over by buzzards. That night Harmony heard something sneaking around the camp, although it backed off when he looked around. Hope also heard it during her watch, and pretended to be oblivious, luring it into attacking her.

It seized her and attempted to drag her off as she raised the alarm, and cast darkness on her shield. George waded in to the dark and the creature eventually grew tired of the pummeling, dropped Hope and ran out again. Already wounded, it failed to make a dent in Harmony and he sent it whining off into the dark with some cutting words and a slap on the tail with his staff. It did not return.

The next day saw the party approaching their destination, a rocky outcropping riven with deep gorges, and before it some stone archways, however, instead of the five described, their were only two left intact, and some broken stone pillars.

Harmony found a good place to camp and they spent a peaceful night a safe distance from Druvok's Rings. Cam used the golden bowl to produce a delightful feast that fortified them all, including the pack lizards.

The next morning the approached stealthily and Cam communed with the land learning that yes there was a dragon nearby, and a small settlement of yuan-ti, and a deep, poisonous spring within the geological formation ahead.

George scouted, and discovered what appeared to be a tent surrounded by rubbish and a few lizards. Sneaking closer he realised the 'tent' was in fact the dried remains of a huge leathery wing, and the lizards had moved in to the dried corpse of a huge winged beast, its crushed skull resting next to the broken pillar. A dragon.

George reported back and the party avoided the corpse. As they approached the nearest intact archway George spotted some movement; a pair of horns, one broken, a large reptilian eye. He alerted the party as the dragon raised its head. It was scarred and battered and missing an eye, but its scales were a deep red. It looked down at Hope and opened its jaws, and a blast of flame gushed down.

The party engaged the creature, which was clearly slightly hampered by its missing eye, but no less dangerous when it connected. Cam blighted it and it took to the air, and George called Seirvana's name, yelling that the hag was dead and her daughter alive.

The dragon reacted, and Harmony thought it seemed angry and vengeful but also desperate, despairing. It also seemed incapable of answering back, even if it could understand. Harmony cast a dispelling spell, but it took great effort to prise away whatever hold was on the beast. Hope approached peacefully, hands out, and offered  to help. This time the dragon responded, saying their was no time, that she doubted Hope's power would be enough, and that they must find the orb and give it to the Emperor.

And then she flew, hard and head first into one of the pillars, bringing down the whole archway on herself, burying her body under tones of rock.

Hope touched the tail, and concluded she wasn't quite dead, and Harmony spoke a healing word, trying to lift off the rocks until George suggested she'd trapped herself for good reason, and perhaps they should secure the orb first.

The yuan-ti had clearly seen what had happened and had stationed guards and archers at the two gorges that provided entrance to their temple, so the party decided to climb up the side. At the top of the hill they commanded a view of the hollow interior, the rocky walls lined with stairs and balconies, the large poisonous spring surrounded by crystalline growths and spanned by two bridges, and directly opposite the flight of stairs leading to a temple. As Fernisardax had suggested, they knew it when they saw it.

#lrhh #lrhh: sunland

[1000fiction]

Teldryn Sero for #5 please!! I love your writing!!! 😊

Im so glad! ❤

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The terrain on Solstheim was significantly more difficult to traverse than that of Skyrim. Where snow would crunch and melt underfoot, the ash caved and collapsed, often taking the dragonborns foot with it. It felt strangely similar to walking on ice. Another great difference was the wildlife, whilst still large, the ash hoppers that inhabited the dunes were considerably more... jumpy.

The dragonborn discovered this through a series of considerably humorous events, first their foot had caught in an ash slide, sending them sprawling down the dune, only to have a hopper leaping towards their face.

Rather than having their face bitten off, it was instead splashed with hopper blood guts, and jelly.

The newly hired swordsman stood over them, and despite his face being hidden, the dragonborn knew he was smug.

“You’re safe now. Shall we carry on?”

#Skyrim #Skyrim x Reader #100 Word Drabble Challenge #Teldryn Sero