[YOU HAVE BEEN GRACED WITH POWER OF CREATION IN THIS WORLD OF FANTASY AND MAGIC, BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS. WHAT WILL YOUR CHARACTER BE?]
Human Male, Warrior
[ARE YOU SERIOUS?]
[YOU BORING PIECE OF SHIT]
Does anyone want this little sweetiegirl? Make me an offer, or else she’s going to the Exalt factory. Username’s jaguar if you’d like to go through the site itself.
Reblog this if it’s OK if I do drawings of your Character and send them to you.
Sometimes I feel like drawing, but I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable if it’s not your cup of tea.
ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS
Fox in the Henhouse, a collaborative piece between Weird City Taxidermy and Larry Neal of Sendero Taxidermy
i screebled a v i v e c
i literally was not even bothered fixing up the sketch im l a ughin g
but i gave them a flower crown to make up for i t
A Dremora making some breakfast. Sure would be a shame if anyone summoned him right now…
Oblivion has toasters, shush.
For Manticorefruit <3
Moraelyn, pt 2
Having no gold to his name but five septims, he broke into a nearby stable for some food and gold to help his escape. He’d watched the windows until he felt sure no one was home, and picked the lock with a piece of wire he’d found on the lakeshore. He had meant to leave a note and what jewels he had managed to find in an old chest in the sewers, explaining his need and promising to return to repay the remainder of his debt.
Unfortunately, the stablemaster happened to discover him, and Moraelyn killed him, purely by accident, in an attempt to knock him out. Guards were alerted, and Moraelyn ran, fleeing the Imperial City and taking refuge in a cave along the Gold Road. It was only when he had reached safety that he realised he still held the note and the jewels.
Moraelyn, part 1
Moraelyn was named after an early Dunmer king, King Moraelyn of the Ra’athim clan and “witch-king” of Old Ebonheart in the First Era. Moraelyn’s two brothers and little sister were all named after saints, rulers and great warriors, Moraelyn being the youngest of the brothers.
He was born in Balmora, in a moderately sized house by the canal, not in poverty but nowhere near wealthy. Their family held a lower position within House Indoril, and were deeply pious followers of the Tribunal, Moraelyn especially. He looked up to his father and brothers who had made Ordinator, and from childhood had wanted nothing as much as he wanted to be one too. He prayed daily, and learned all the prayers and chants by the time he was seven. His youth was spent between studying in the Temple and helping his mother care for his little sister, spending his evenings reciting bedtime stories of the lives of the Living Gods, the stories he loved best and learned by heart.
He was devoted, entirely, and made his Pilgrimage for the Temple at only 20, gaining a scar across his stomach in the process during a fight with a dreugh that left him clutching his intestines in his hands all the way to Gnisis.
He was only a few ranks away from being a full Ordinator, serving as a Temple guard and assistant at the time, when the Tribunal fell. Almalexia and Sotha Sil lay dead, Vivec may or may not have lived but either way had vanished. Moraelyn’s whole life had led up to serving the Tribunal, like his father, like his brothers, and now…
reblog if u would go to TEScon
its probs nvr gonna happen but this is just for the lolz