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Praise be The Golden Eye! For he blesses us with forbidden knowledge and power!

Thanks to @demgozellegs for this truly stunning and amazing artwork!

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Just a lil test post

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Control the hate within you, let it be your weapon. But don't let it consume you, only this way you can decimate Bal's undead horde.

Art by BrightPhoenix, OC Dasha by me

Alt. Version here

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Started a new Baldurs Gate 3 Game and...

I accidentally created the singer of a 2000s emo punk band

When I was a young durge, my father took me into the city, to slay a marching band...

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OC: Dasha, undead Vampire hunter

Content Warning: Mild Blood and Nudity

Solitude, capital of Western Skyrim and home to nobility, busy merchants on the streets, hard working men and women at the docks and unfortunate souls trying to earn enough coin to escape the life on the streets. And birthplace of a woman whose thirst for revenge can almost rival that of the legendary Ysgramor.

Born during the first Era, on a cold evening when the sunset coloured the sky red, in a shack down at the Solitude docks, Dasha-Zal was the only hatchling of two simple Argonian dockworkers. The first moment she broke from her egg, her parents knew she was special. The Hist blessed her with Fins and Whiskers like a fish and her eyes glowed blue with magika.

But sadly her childhood wasn't a happy one. Due to the harsh weather and the even harsher treatment of the Nords she learned quickly that this life won't be an easy one. During the day she worked at the docks with her parents and honed her inate magical abilities at night.

At the age of eighteen she left the docks in search of adventure. There was nothing holding her in Solitude anyway, her parents died a few years before due to sickness, some might say it was a special poison administered by racist nords but sadly nothing could be proven in that regard.

So she went east, making a living as a sellsword in the swamps of Hjaalmarsh and the tundra of Whiterun. She had no problem taking morally questionable jobs, be it relieving merchants of wares, collecting debts or putting unruly individuals back in their place.

During the Grey Host's threat in the First Era she took up the blade in the service of the High King to fight, hoping to earn enough money to maybe buy a simple house far away from this terrible province. Unfortunately during a battle in the depths of Blackmarsh, Dasha-Zal was fataly injured and left to die.

Lying in the blood of fallen soldiers as well as vampiric blood she contacted Noxiphilic Sanguivoria. The Grey Host created one of the biggest threats to their kind that ever walked the face of Nirn.

Awakening in this dark cave deep underground, cold and with an unbearable thirst, she somehow found her way outside. Sadly Dasha was quickly overtaken by the rage and hunger of her new affliction. Becoming almost feral she bumped into a camp of merchants who saw the bloody young woman, thinking she was in need of help, but only found their death at the end of her fangs and claws. One managed to land a crossbow shot but it wasn't enough to save his life or end her's.

After she stumbled through the woods, confused, afraid and with an crossbow bolt stuck in her shoulder, she was found by Count Verandis Ravenwatch, who shortly before left the Grey Host and took her in at his castle. Making her the first of his apprentices to House Ravenwatch.

The first years were exhausting, trying to resist the call of blood, almost starving herself and only feeding when needed. Verandis knew that her bloodlust is much higher than his and it would kill her if she went the same way as he did. So they made a pact, Verandis would allow her to feed but only if it was consensual or the victim was a threat like bandits and other miscreants. This helped Dasha to create a form of destruction magic, Hemomancy or Blood magic. She also learnt to feed on other Vampires, something that was unheard of, even thought impossible but she loved to engore herself in the blood of Vampires. It was pure Ecstasy for her.

With the help of Verandis and her Hemomancy she transformed into an immortal killing machine, changing her name to simply Dasha and swore to eradicate every threat to Tamriel by Vampires and Undead until the end of days.

She learned to utilise necromancy and restoration magic in combination with destruction and blood magic to reduce her vampiric needs to a minimum and becoming one of the best battlemages Tamriels. Her charme also made it easy for her to find new allies in her crusade, such as Lyris Titanborn, Scales-Like-Ash, Zerith-var (who became more than just a friend) and of course her trusted Wolf Companion, Wurf.

After a thousand years of hunting and killing the undead, she learned of a new vampiric threat in her homeland of Skyrim... a prophecy to extinguish the sun itself.

Knowing this battle won't be an easy one, she travelled to the ancient Fort Dawnguard, a long disbanded guild of vampire hunters, nested in the beautiful woods of the Rift. Expecting only cobwebs, dust and maybe some gear to help her in the upcoming fights she made an unexpected acquaintance. Isran, a disgraced Vigilant of Stendarr who's hate of vampires rivals her own, they formed an unusual alliance with the goal of rebuilding the Dawnguard and stop the ancient Vampire Lord Harkon and the Volkihar Clan!

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2024 Gaming Review!

One might think I like Bethesda Games, who would've thought :3c

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Blessed with knowledge or simple madness? Or can madness be knowledge? Only time will tell...

Art by: BrightPhoenix

Alt. Version here

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Sometimes cold-blooded Argonians must share bodyheat. Especially if one of them is a Vampire~

Dasha is created by me

Art by Spottymichi, Full picture here

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Commission for PimblePigeon

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Morrowind Fishing

Hey Beeko, you're back. While you were out looking for firewood I've been catching our Supper. Who would've thought that the Inner-Sea would have that giant Slaughterfish. Anyway you prepare the food while I dry up.

Art by the magnificent Anita_Mystic_Cat

NSFW version here

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What in Oblivion was that?!

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A new hand touches the Beacon!

Made by BlossomBytesDesigns on Etsy (it even comes with a little LED candle to make it glow)

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Did he write slay or lay...? Dammit Avenicci, get a better handwriting...

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As a saxhleel tribe that lived in the ash wastes of Stonefalls we mostly dealt with the Ashlander tribes that inhabit these areas. Simple folk that keep mostly to themselves.

But once in a while you see Dunmer from cities, like Davon' Watch or Ebonheart. Even as far as Necrom or Mournhold. We used to avoid these Mer, out of fear of imprisonment and slavery. But the scouts that kept an eye on them listened in on their conversations. Conversations about War and Great Houses but most importantly,

They talked about non-stop about the Tribunal... The Living Gods of Morrowind.

When I first had the "pleasure" of meeting the tribunal I noticed something...

Almalexia and Vivec, Mother Morrowind and The Warrior Poet... They couldn't care less about the people, all they care about is themselves and their power. Almalexia would raze Mournhold in an instant and Vivec keeps a giant meteorite as weapon.

The only one of the three that seems different is Sotha Sil, the Clockwork God. There is something... Somber about him. Sadness in his eyes and a regret about the past. And I think, unlike his compatriots he cares about those who worship him...

But in the end, when you listen to the Ashlander about their beliefs and opinions, there is one phrase that always repeats when talking about the Tribunal. From the Kagesh and Ulath of Stonefalls, to the Verenasu of Deshaan, the Urshilaku, Erabenimsun, Ahemmusa and Zainab of Vvardenfell, the phrase of...

Foul Murderer.

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Happy Witches Festival, beekos!

May you scare your Neighbours so good that you'll get the biggest sweet roll but be aware of the things that go bump in the dark...

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Oh boy my first playthrough was a doozy :D

I watched a few videos of the game on YouTube before owning it for myself so I kinda knew what was happening in it (not completely tho)

Most importantly I knew how awesome Power Armor is

So I looked up a guide on how to get the Training early by glitching through the rubble on the side of the Citadel and then walking through the void underneath to a door that lead to the Courtyard.

So I skidaddle my ass through the void straight to Elder Lyons who goes "I'm sorry for your loss, James was a great man."

I didn't know he died and I still had the quest to find him so I was like "oookay?". Now here begins the Sequence Break I accidentally started :D

Getting myself Power Armor Training, play a bit of the BoS Quest until I escape from Raven Rock and then I decided to finally find Dad.

Found Dad, Rescued Dad and wanted to meet at Jefferson Memorial but you probably know... That shit is occupied by the Enclave now, due to the Sequence Break :D

So I march with Liberty Prime and stand side by side with my Dad while we shot the Enclave to kingdom come!

As long as I live, I will never forget the Picture of my Dad amongst the bodies of fallen Enclave and Dr. Li's Science Team Members in the shadow of Liberty Prime, while I rushed in with Sarah to Kill Colonel Autumn. I wish I knew what would've happened if I had Broken Steel but that save game was long gone when I got the DLC.

So yeah that's my best memory of Fallout 3 and I would never trade it for anything in the world!

Happy 16 years to Fallout 3! What're some of your favorite Capital Wasteland memories?

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Did You Know: Hermaeus Mora uses the steady supply of literature produced on mortal couplings for the structural support of his library?