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The city burns. The archdemon’s roar shakes the earth. At the heart of the battle, Genevieve Cousland stands at the edge of fate, knowing there is only one path left to take. The Calling whispers in her blood, in her bones. There is no future beyond this moment - only the choice to make her death mean something. She carves her way toward the end she always knew was waiting for her, and when the time comes, when steel and fire and destiny collide, she does not hesitate.

Far behind her, King Alistair watches as the woman he loves disappears into the storm. By the time he reaches her, it is too late. 

Soil in the dirt, blood to feed it, bones to build it, flame to purge it. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.

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Idk if this has been done before but I just thought of it

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im jesus

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i refuse to defend my favorite characters. They did that horrible thing bc they suck really bad

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I forgot that I post poems on here sometimes. I usually detest writing poems that rhyme because it’s hard to think of words that rhyme and I kinda just wanna describe an experience without… rhyming. but. Was feeling goofy

(Was aiming for a middle school wannabe poet vibe)

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They called for help, just once or twice,

a passing thought, not said quite right.

No answer came, but that was fine

it never did, time after time.

So they shrugged and let it go,

picked up their things, went with the flow.

There was work to do, a list to keep,

and maybe later, they’d get some sleep.

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Igma

Art for Pocket Guide to the Empire, 1st Edition

Art by Michael Kirkbride

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Nerevar and Dagoth

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solas of dragon age inquisition fame

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The Veilguard

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This dramatic bald guy again (I'm impatiently waiting for news from da4)

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and I dream of you despite my better judgment, here, at the edge of the world we created. here, where all masks slip if only for just a moment. here, where freedom is almost within reach but never granted.

Once in a while, I become completely obsessed - intrigued- by Sotha Sil all over, even when I haven't played the game for a long time.

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"And so it goes, a choking rose back"

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You can only REBLOG THIS TODAY

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Anyone care about Morrowind still?

if there's anyone who cares about some... killing a crazy ex wife content ;), read up! Description:

In the shadow of gods and betrayal, Ralaas, the reluctant Nerevarine, carries the weight of two lives - his own and that of the warrior-king whose soul whispers within him. Faced with the vengeful and broken Almalexia, he must confront the echoes of love, hatred, and sacrifice that bind them all in a web of ancient tragedy.

Blades clash in the heart of a dying city as Nerevar’s spirit pleads for a peace that seems forever out of reach. Amid rage and sorrow, a divine bond shatters, leaving behind only echoes of what once was - a love consumed by ambition and a warrior haunted by memory.

Or, the Nerevarine kills his mentor's ex-wife.

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You know when you’re falling asleep and a random image or meme blips into your vision? Yeah

-Please do not reupload/edit/use without proper credit and linking back. Ask first.-

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does he remember Romeo?

Who Romeo is, who Romeo once was, the reason King of puppets is fighting?