#ashlander tribes

[ashyam-xivilai]

Scene from one of my stories in which:

Seba (on the left) is very gay for Eleni (in the middle) while Shalk (on the right) absolutely despises Seba's behaviour (he thinks Seba should know better than to chase after a Tribunal-loving House dunmer girl)

[omiramotakiart]

I just think he's neat. Once again thinking about a random npc that nobody talks about, Han-Ammu is a mood and I want to give him a hug, (taking a lot of inspirations from the better heads mod but keeping some features from the og model)

[skyrim-crossing]

Genuinely obsessed with the idea of traditional Dunmeri tattoos. Like each style being distinctly tied to a Great House/Ashlander tribe? Tattoos being used in certain cultural aspects, like marriage, passing of a loved one, career paths etc? Especially the importance of passing on these traditions to the children of refugees?

Delicious. I'd love to see if anyone has any similar ideas/designs/headcanons for them <3

[cryptfly]

All I ever want to do is play dress up with my dollies. Here’s Rinsea, my ESO main, in some various ceremonial garbs she’s picked up during her adventures. More info under the cut.

Champion of Vivec

She would rather you think of her being the City’s champion than the God-King’s, but here we are. I obviously based it on the Buoyant Armiger’s glass armor. She’s not officially a Buoyant Armiger or anything, but she does get some fancy glass armor pieces for official occasions which she does not attend. This is also partially based on Bajoran liturgical wear because I like it very much.

Champion of Sotha Sil

Technically she’s the champion of the Clockwork City but that was very long to put on her picture lmao. I don’t think Seht would have gotten her any ceremonial wear honestly, but since it’s basically a standard Clockwork Apostle outfit, I like to think that one of that order got her this, something fine and suited to the environment as a thanks for saving their sadboi God. Drawing the armor pieces was really fun and satisfying and they turned out way better than I was expecting.

Champion of Almalexia

Once again I changed the actual title given to fit the picture. Almalexia actually named her a Hand! However as we all know, a Hand of Almalexia is a specific kind of Ordinator and Rin is not actually inducted into that order. She’s a Hand because Ayem says so but that doesn’t actually give her any rank or anything. Instead of giving her Ordinator armor, I gave her a fancy gown. I think Ayem did this with a touch of vanity-isn’t my Hero so beautiful, a true Daughter of Morrowind I am such a proud Mother. Also, I really wanted to draw a pretty dress and no one can stop me. I based some of the details off Kirkbride drawings of Almalexia herself.

Urshilaku Clanfriend

In my personal canon of the story, the Vvardenfell quest happened first for Rin and took around little over a year and in that time she became a Clanfriend among Ashlanders. Her father, Gares, had been an Ashlander until he was forced to flee with his infant daughter and when she returned on what seemed to be Temple business, they were wary of her. But she made herself useful and was unfailingly polite and she was folded into much of their life. I like that while the other outfits look designed and tailored to suit her, her Ashlander gear almost looks like hand me downs and mended pieces. She wasn’t given new and special clothes, she was trusted with clothes worn by the tribe, inviting her into the family itself. These clothes look nice but also like something she work in side by side with the Ashlanders.

[katastronoot]

For art requests something with a Dunmer wedding? I’d love to see if you have any hcs for them

so I started like three different sketches for this request and finally settled on this one. I feel like in the ashlands they would do like a variation of handfasting with prayer beads. Maybe the wise woman has a set that is passed down from the tribe and each couple adds two beads at the end.

Also colorful patterned robes and gowns

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Joshi's Top Ten Best and Worst places to jork it in Vvardenfell District

Part One here

Building on the initial post and an idea floated by @skyrim-forever (Check out theirs) and my own personal craziness. Here I introduce Joshi's Best and Worst Jorking location on Vvardenfell that he's sampled or wants to sample/ him on his soap box/ his hit list. Under a cut again for the whole NSFT thing. Remember this is all a joke.

The Best of the Worst! Vvardenfell Edition!

10. Best Suran

Oh...you're back aye? Right so why Suran? Simple, I spent most of my adolescence here. I got the fuck around since I wasn't really welcome back at the Estate unless Ilaro's out of town an let me tell you, he was rarely out of town. I used to hang out in one of the warehouses on the docks that was basically a poorly hidden hidey hole for Tong smuggling. Had to watch that warehouse a lot. I was a bored kid so yeah, I'm gonna fucking figure out that jacking off was a fun use of 5 minutes.

It just barely sneaks in because it's familiar an I don't know some fucked sense of sentimentality. Jerk it on the docks if you're feeling mildly adventurous...I think they rebuilt them...I don't think I burnt down more than the main pier?

Ah fuck me... 10. Worst That fucking boat!

It's dark, it's moist an it's covered in rats and their shit! The stench alone is a turn off. Then you got the fact that the whole thing moves, you are tied to the floor an you have zero privacy. Look if you are jerking it in the hull it's because you're desperate for a wank. It's a pitiful wank. It's an unsatisfying wank. It's something to do, sure, an we all fucking do it but like...I'd rather be doing it somewhere where I wasn't filthy and wasn't being looked at by some dumb fuck who's also over being locked up in a place where you can't stand up straight!

Like if you have to have a wank do it because eight weeks is way too long not to but it's certainly on my shit list.

9. Best Seyda Neen's Census and Excise Office

Now this one is more a fantasy of mine then anything I've actually done in the flesh (I got a husband with a brain who stops me from fucking up like that) but could you fucking imagine? I hate the Empire, I hate their taxmen and I fucking hate that old fuck who grilled me with inane questions for well over an hour when I needed a fucking piss! Every one of those fucks that work there deserve it an I don't give a fuck if that's crass! I guess this could go for Cosades' hovel in Balmora too, but that would require me actually going near any of his filthy fucking furniture! See this is why I need someone to think for me. 9. Worst Anywhere at the Erabenimsun camp.

Firstly, there is no circumstance where I'm remotely welcome here. My gahata had a bit of a power boner (fuck where do I get that from) an decided "Yeah I should just poison the Ashkhan because I think I can do a better job." An you wanna know how that turned out? The fuck split the tribe in half an got most of his clan killed. You know, I can't even set foot on the main tribe's border without getting an arrow to the face. Let alone find a spot to get my rocks off. Too busy running from the old blood price on my head to worry about blowing my load in Ulath-Pal's yurt- which I would have done if I had the chance let me tell you.

Give this place a skip if you value breathing.

8. Best The Urshilaku Camp

Specifically the yurt I'm staying in. Look, I do actually respect some things an this is one of them. Though, considering how long and how often I stay there, I'm gonna need some time to myself. I don't often have to take care of myself (what with me staying with Erra an all but keep that quiet aye?) but if I have to... It's up there with a locked suite at a corner club or like...a house? It's good coz I'm not being bothered too much. Just don't get upset about a little bit of ash getting thrown into the mix. It's a hazard of the Ashlands. 8. Worst Any an all Velothi Towers

I get it, you've been trudging through the wilderness all fucking day an you're tired. You see the ruins of some weird fucking structure in the distance. It's pretty solid looking an maybe you can set up camp in or near it. You do that, enter the ruin an after you've set up all your junk you decide to relax a bit. Think again fucker! Relace your pants an get the fuck out of there! If you're lucky, you'll escape an extremely offended Telvanni who doesn't appreciate you ruining his experiments after he's copped an eyeful. If you're unlucky, you'll find that you've offended a vampire coven an you gotta race out of there with your trousers around your ankles and a desperate need for a cure disease potion. Find literally anywhere else! 7. Best Erra's House

Erra bought a small house in Maar Gan not long after we met. We stay there whenever I need a rest an Erra wants to make a few drakes off the Redoran. It's that same "home" principle but I don't have to worry about locked doors on nothing coz the only person who's gonna catch me is just as likely to help me finish. I highly recommend...

Ah... nothing special it's just a nice, normal place to jack off if I'm bored an Erra's busy.

7. Worst Any Daedric Shine Ever

Just like the Velothi Towers. Easy trap when you're travelling and bone tired. You see these twisted towers in the distance an you're thinking "Fuck yes! A place to camp!" Maybe you've had the fortune of locating one of the ones that's by a pretty lagoon. It's so unbelievably tempting to just rub one out then take a nap. WRONG YOU DUMB FUCK! You ever been so close to cuming and then get attacked by a scamp who's angry you've intruded on it's house? No? Well don't make the same dumb mistakes I have then. 6. Best Balmora's Fighters Guild

Seemingly inconspicuous, yeah? Most members have a dormitory they share so not a lot of opportunity for privacy. This wouldn't even be on the list if I didn't have a giant bone to pick with their Master-at-Arms and her choice to basically use that whole outfit to do heavy work for Orvas Dren an the Camonna Tong. No, the reason this is so high is because I fucking relished in leaving a surprise in her desk draw. What can I say, I'm very, very petty an she's pissed me the fuck off enough times for me to get my rocks off at the thought of her angrily screaming at the mess.

6. Worst Ancestral Tombs

Firstly, I wanna know who'd go into one of these by choice? Then I'm gonna ask why the fuck they think whipping their dick out whilst in there is a good fucking idea? Like yeah I've wanked in some weird fucking places but I got standards! I do, I swear! Why you need to skip any and all ancestral tombs? Simple, try being sprung by this big fucking bastard.

You know, I was nursing a broken wrist and cracked ribs for weeks after facing one of these meat mangled monsters an I wasn't even doing anything particularly crass. Certainly wasn't jerking off or anything like that. Just had to pick up a skull...which is probably what summoned it. There is no scenario where it's safe to enter one of these places let alone whip your fucking cock out an rub one out on a whim. YOU ARE CRAZY! 5. Best Lake Amaya

I made it pretty clear that I like pretty things an fuck me is this lake pretty. If you go to the side with the wildflowers, you'll have one of the nicest places on Vvardenfell to let loose. I used to camp here a lot when I was travelling the Ascadian Isles an Erra's pretty partial to it too. Kinda honeymooned here. Anyway it's just a nice, normal place to blow off some steam. Something that can't be said for the rest of my pics so um...get used to it?

5. Worst Every Dunmeri Stronghold

I think you've probably figured out by now that no place on this Blighted fucking island is safe at this point an that goes for these ziggurats from my people's golden age.

You know these things date back to before we all turned into grey skinned nutjobs? The power trip I could get from jizzing off the side of one ordinarily would be palatable. Of course this is Morrowind an no ruin is left unoccupied. If you're not getting attacked by a stronghold full of fucking Orcs then its something much, much worse. What you ask? I'll get to it in some of the additions that are higher on the list. Just...I don't fucking know, wait until you've cleared the place before you whip your dick out, yeah?

4. Best Dwemer Ruins

Look these can go one of two ways but for me a Dwemer ruin is like my favourite thing so I'm just beside myself excited when I'm trudging through them. It can take a while to clear these places out an I'm camping out as a result. You bet I'm rubbing one out an fucking enjoying it when I'm on my downtime. Just make sure you've cleared the chamber you're in of constructs before you get started. Nothing worse than just reaching the edge only to be assaulted by a centurion spider before I can climax... Look this might just be a me thing...um...

4. Worst Ghostgate

Yes, there's a small Temple based settlement here where you can stay at an inn or whatever but like why would you want to? I'm gonna be blunt, I can't get within a hundred metres of the place without having a fucking fit an that's mortifying enough to deal with in the middle of the Ashlands. I'm not even gonna have the opportunity to jerk off here because I can't enter the fucking building. So I asked my husband his opinion an he just looked at me like I was a fucking idiot for even considering but he got to choose entry five so it's not like he's completely against this list. Anyway I don't think this is a great place to crank it. Nope, you got Temple stink for one and that's wrapped in a thick blanket of Blight an ghost wailing if Erra's description's correct. I'm guessing it is. Look if you want to jerk off near some Tribunal Temple complex then maybe look at my next entry. Oh, Erra has a few thoughts on special mentions. Do set up camp on the coast of the Grazelands and watch the - Erra that's not what the list is about! I suppose you could find a bit of solitude out there but then you're dealing with Telvanni an you don't wanna jerk of near any of their towers. Mushroom stink is not something that turns me on okay. Oh an avoid the Corpruserium if you know whats good for you. I spent a good month down there an I can assure you, there is no good nut in there. Right number three, number three... 3. Best Maar Gan Temple

Like I said, if you want to stick it to the Tribunal by jerking off in their holy places then you may as well do it at the tourist attraction of all time. See there's a rock you can sit on an a bound Daedra you can tease if you're feeling a bit ah... antagonistic. Something that always gets me hornier than a kagouti in late autumn. I broke into the temple one night after it closed an just went to town. The burn on my ass from that Daedra's retaliation was so worth it! Highly recomend if you're into that kinda thing, yeah? 3. Worst Any and all Sixth House Bases

Just...why? Like what would possess you to jerk off in any of these places? I mean I can't keep myself present when I'm here, like I'm gonna jerk off whilst I'm at it. To start you have Blight an that should be more than enough to make your dick retreat all the way back. You gotta deal with Corprus Monsters an the Ascended too. It smells of death and if you aren't consumed into the hive then you're most likely dead anyway. I don't think you're gonna have long enough to get into the mood let alone finish. I do wonder though...do the higher Ascended have working plumbing? I um... It took me a while to get back to normal an sometimes it still doesn't ah...Don't need to know about that ah... 2. Best The Ministry of Truth and the Temple Canton

Lord Nerevar's home Vehk an there's nothing you can do to stop me! Look I'm not actually Nerevar or nothing... we share a brain an stuff an he's not... Look I can feel Nerevar has a hate boner going on for all this an that kinda affects me too. So anyway I'm justifying it by the fact that I get off on defiling places of power an this place is top of my shit list. Yes, I have cum in that Library as a fuck you to all this shit an I'll fucking do it again!

Maybe all over the Patriarch's desk? I think the bastard deserves it. Fucking cunt! 2. Worst Kogoruhn

Yes. I already put strongholds on the list but this one takes every shitty thing about Sixth House bases an Strongholds an wraps it all into one fucking package of fucked! Not only is it fucking crawling with Blight creatures but the thing is a giant fucking hive of Voryn's most loyal bitches. Those fucks are motivated, let me tell you! You want to know how I got through the Ghostfence without seizing? Here it is. The place is the only other opening to Red Mountain that exists an it's deep under the earth. You are not going to have the time to jerk off here! You are getting in an getting out as quickly as your skinny legs can carry you! Jerk off all you want later you don't want to be here! No one should be here! 1. Best The Cavern of the Incarnate

This is more a fuck you to the Deadric Prince an the artifact that ruined my whole life! I employ all of you to descend on this place in one big group and crank one out for me! It's what would truely make me happy...that an having my husband not be a damn ancestral ghost trying to remove the stylus from my hand as I write this but I can't have everything I want apparently. Why this is a prime jerk off spot? Well aside from my hate boner over Azura an Nerevar fucking with me, its actually kinda pretty for a shrine to a Daedra. Just um... find a place that isn't lined with the mummified remains of my predecessors, yeah? 1. Worst Akulakhan's Chamber

An on the flip side, where the end beguins an everything ends. I'm sure I don't really need to clarify why you simply shouldn't be whipping your dick out here but incase any of you need a reminder.

Not only did I spend the whole fight down here in the rescesses of my mind but when I did finally regain control of my body from Nerevar I was definetly not feeling primed for a good wank. You shouldn't either. You are dealing with cunt number one in a long line of cunts that seek to turn you into one of them an I'm not really interested in completing the transformation, yeah? Besides, I wasn't really given a chance to savour the ah...ambience of the bowels of a fucking volcano! Have you been in a magma chamber? I've been in more than my fair share an I can assure you it is unpleasent. Like a part of me wonders if it would just evaporate as it was coming out but i'm also not interested in getting my cock within five hundred meters of a magma pit but if you want to push your luck an trial that age ol "Dunmer are heat resistant" thing then you go ahead an go for it. I'll be over there, above ground, not doing that.

Anyway I think that's it. I gotta go like purify my husband's ghost with a conduit flame. He's fucking mad at me now over my top best pick.

[falmerbrook]

Do you have any headcanons about Dunmeri hair customs? Like, how the different Great Houses + Ashlander Tribes distinguish themselves?

Up to getting this ask, I only had a vague headcanon about Chimer vs Dunmer hairstyles, but this one got my thoughts chugging during work today!

My general thoughts on the Chimer vs Dunmer is that Chimer hair styles were typically looser, messier looking, and "wild" than modern Dunmer, who typically keep their hair more controlled and away from their face. With Ashlanders being more traditionalists and assumedly having had less change in their culture over time, they probably have styles more similar to the Chimer than the Houses in the modern day.

Now some ideas for the Houses:

Indoril - Their general piety means that style trends almost always originate in the Temple in one way or another, and other styles are seen as tacky. Almalexia and her court are common sources for trends and styles. If she does something new with her hair, the style is quick to spread throughout Indoril cities. Since her hair is typically shown in a kind of dramatic up-do, I can see this being a popular kind of look among Indoril women in general. Accessories are common, even in common day-to-day styling.

Redoran - Their strong connection to the military and warrior-hood means that practical and simple styles that keep hair short or otherwise out of the way (tied up, braided, etc.) are more common. Fancy or hard to maintain styles and accessories are seen as gaudy and trashy. While Almalexia has a lot of influence of Indoril styles, Vivec has more so with Redoran.

Hlaalu - trends and customs change fast and are highly influenced by foreign trends compared to the other houses since there is more cultural exchange going on. What other cultures have more influence depends on the era, with Imperial trends obviously having more effect under Imperial occupation and Nordic trends having more effect during the Ebonheart pact for example.

Telvanni - In general I picture their whole aesthetic and clothing styles as (from an outside perspective) psychedelic and tacky and bizarre looking, so I imagine their hair is the same. Tall, complex styles, sometimes even requiring magic/enchantments to stay in place, eccentric tastes, unnatural dyed colors, etc. Telvanni clothing and hair aesthetics appear very gaudy, impractical, and opulent to outsiders, but are often a status symbol among their own.

I don't have any strong ideas for Dres, Sadras, or Dagoth unfortunately.

One last thought I have is about mohawks, because Nerevar and the Ordinators are depicted with one. At first I thought that the connection to Nerevar would make them a popular style among Indoril, but I also wonder if their connections to Ordinators would instead make them associated with the military or police (in the way a buzzcut can irl in certain contexts) and would therefore be avoided or used as a hair style based on someone's association with that aesthetic. Maybe that would make them more common among Redoran (although a shorter version so they wouldn't get in the way)? Perhaps while they might have a militaristic connotation among the houses, they are actually genuinely popular among Ashlanders, who maintain the same style influences that Nerevar himself might've back in the day.

I'm not great with hair designing/styling in general (example: I keep my hair super short because I don't want to deal with it lol) but I tired with some general ideas. Maybe I'll come back this weekend and doodle some examples when I get the chance! Thanks for the interesting idea to ponder!

[scales-like-ash]

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.

[tastesoftamriel]

Hey! Piggybacking off the previous ask: I would be desperately curious to hear some of your thoughts on Ash’abah cuisine! I also seem to recall you posting once about how the foods of Craglorn and interior Hammerfell might differentiate from foods along the coast, but I can’t seem to find it. Could potentially be related topics? Most bustling cities in Hammerfell seem to be along the coast, and I don’t imagine they’d want Ash’abah pariah tribes just hanging around, so idk. It’s a thought!

You are correct that the nomadic Ash’abah are primarily at home deeper in the northern Hammerfell deserts. This is partially because of the posher coastal folk making their disdain known to the group, and partially because, in the words of a member of an Ash'abah group I stayed with for a few weeks, they are at home in the desert.

In a similar vein to Ashlanders in Morrowind, Ash'abah cuisine is shaped by the hostile environments they inhabit, and are therefore unique from urban Redguard fare. While trade with wandering merchants is certainly arranged in order to obtain essential ingredients like spices, grains, and oils, it isn't relied on as the backbone of Ash'abah food.

The traditional Ash'abah diet is somewhat restricted due to the scarcity of the Alik'r, yet through generations of shared knowledge, they have learned to harvest the bounty of the sands. Dunerippers; lizards; giant scorpions, snakes, and spiders; wild goats and camels; rodents, and birds like fellrunners all have edible components, if you know how to cook them! Aloe and cactus are also popular, refreshing inclusions in food to make up for the lack of vegetation.

At the end of my time with the Ash'abah, we sought and gained shelter at a johad and shared a feast the night before my departure. Every other person in the group contributed a dish, meaning we had quite a spread! Jerboa grilled in giant wasp honey; cous cous salad with cactus chunks; sand-baked duneripper shank; barbecued lizard skewers; giant snake steaks cooked in black garlic and camel fat; whole fellrunner roasted on a spit with chili goat's butter, and a rich and spicy scorpion tail soup with wheat flatbread were the main dishes on offer. To end the meal, we had a chilled aloe pudding, made with goat's cream, cardamom, giant snake egg, and a good heap of sweetened aloe pulp. ~Talviel

[obsidian-dovahkiin]

Hearthside Heroes (Closed TES RP)

It was a frigid and lonely night. The icy winds blew harshly, leaving the cobbled streets empty. It was the kind of cold that would reach into people's bones, where each step becomes a prayer for a torchlit doorway. They almost feel the warmth of the fire inside in their daydreams. Letting that feeling become legitimate in their mind, rather than the freezing reality as they dismally trudge forward. Not even the animals seemed to stir from their homes, equally aware of the unappealing winds outside. A cold night usually gives people a reason to draw closer to one another, to feel the natural warmth mortals are born to give. Sitting comfortably, cosy in front of a fire. Perhaps with a warm drink, to warm them from the inside. Obsidian was not amongst them.

Though she hailed from the sun-scorched Ashlands of Vvardenfell, the biting chill of Skyrim no longer fazed her. The first years spent in this frigid land had been a daunting test, with ice-laden winds gnawing at her skin like a persistent, unwanted companion. Her responsibilities as the Dragonborn left little room for respite, but necessity forged resilience. In her quest to adapt, she learned to endure the numbing embrace of the cold by plunging herself into the invigorating waters of Lake Illinalta. Each frigid dip hardened her spirit and fortified her body against the relentless winter.

This resilience played a pivotal role in her ultimate decision to claim this rugged land as her forever home. Lakeview Manor, nestled conveniently close to the lake, stood in quiet harmony with its surroundings, a refuge against the elements. As she turned her gaze towards the estate, the flickering glow of candlelight leaked from the windows, casting warm, golden hues that danced across the encroaching darkness. Beyond, her garden swayed gently, a colorful tapestry woven from vibrant leaves and delicate petals, rustling softly in the crisp breeze as if whispering secrets to the night.

On the grassy embankment, her leather-bound journal rested open, its pages fluttering gently in the breeze. Beside it sat a bottle of Sparkling Honeydew wine, a thoughtful gift from her adoptive father Vorcano, its shimmering label catching the moonlight. Neatly folded next to the journal and wine were her clothes, each piece carefully arranged as if awaiting her return. The scene was a quiet reflection of her life, a blend of cherished memories and the simplicity of a moment spent in solitude. These moments were becoming increasingly more common. It had been four years since Obsidian had battled with Alduin, putting the World Eater to rest. So many memories, warm and full played through her mind. She would never forget the feeling of arriving in Whiterun for the first time. Never forget the first time she met her future companion Serana. Never forget her celebrated return home after defeating Alduin. Never forget meeting the Unbound Dremora who would go on to be her partner. Never forget when she and Lydia woke up in a haybale after a long night at the Bannered Mare. Never forget how proud she felt to hear Hermaeus Mora name her as his champion. So many memories.

The one on her mind presently was that of her husband Alessandre. The half-giant spectacle that he was. She remembered a time she had business to attend to in Whiterun. While dashing around the city, she noticed Alessandre was surrounded by a group of children sitting at his feet. They were fascinated with the stories he was proclaiming, each bombarding him with questions. Obsidian was uncertain if her husband had even noticed her presence. Though the sight of him in that moment burned into her memory. The thought of children was something that used to annoy Obsidian. She was far too busy to start a family, and there was no way she would raise a child in the war-torn lands of Skyrim. However, she didn't dare to leave her life behind and return to her tribe to have a child. Even if she chose this, what use would it be? Her duty as Dragonborn and Daedrologist would continuously get in her way. Although that memory…. it repeated in her head over and over to the point of near insanity. The way he smiled at them, the way they looked at him. How safe they all felt around a man who should theoretically send them scarpering.

Obsidian sighed, leaning her head back against the grassy bank as she opened her eyes to the stars and the moons, Masser and Secunda. From a young age, she had desired more than the mundane life of an Ashlander. She had accomplished numerous great feats and achieved everything her heart desired. She was a sung hero, an asset to the study of Daedrology and a local hero of the province. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was still more waiting for her out there.

But what?

[thebestbobaflavour]

My first instinct when starting to play ESO was to try and recreate my sona bc there was a druid-ish class in the game and so here is Taro the Fawn, they were the inspiration for dnd-taro's antlers bc I fell in love! ((It's not exactly a self insert but I didn't know what to name it so I went with Taro and the deer druid theme.))

They are a Bosmer Warden, and use they/them and occasionally it/its (agender)

Their home is Valenwood but during the travels Taro fell in love with Vvardenfell and especially the Ashlands, where they are good friends with many of the local tribes. It travels with a lynx whom they named Raz (bc its hilarious and pisses off Razum-dar) and a mighty sabertooth mount whose name is Fangs (creative!)

[nerevar-near-and-far]

Nerevar, Moon-and-star,

across the Ashlands came.

Upon his hand, at Her command,

a ring by Dwemer craft engraved.

All the Tribes, and Houses Great,

our peoples near and far,

when his words heard, planned march forward,

under Indoril banner raised.

[skyrim-crossing]

I was tagged by the lovely @prettytamagnii to describe my characters!

(Technically doing this a day early, ignore that lmao)

I'm going to tag: @sulphuricgrin @pocket-vvardvark @hadvarandralof. Apologies if you have already participated!

OC's: Obsidian Dovahkiin, Hefdet and Vorcano Adorin

Obsidian Dovahkiin

Obsidian Dovahkiin is a 150 year old Dunmer, from the Ashlander Tribe of Erabenimsun,. She stands at roughly 7'2 ft, her height accredited to her status as Dragonborn. She has dark grey skin, and dark purple eyes. Her natural hair colour is a salt and pepper grey, however she prefers to use alteration magic to make it match her eye colour. It was something she practised while she was younger, and even though she finds it the slightest bit embarrassing now, she continues to do so as it is one of her most identifiable features.

Obsidian has a light scar over her left eye that she actually gave herself. When first in Skyrim, a guard made fun of her for being Dragonborn but not having any battle scars. She did it with a dagger in the bathroom of the Bannered Mare while drunk. She thought it'd make her look cool, but she could never come up with a story to explain it without laughing. Since actually adventuring, she had obtained many genuine scars. They are dotted across her legs and torso, mostly because most enemies can't reach any higher.

She is very tall and muscular, though still has the outline of a more feminine body type with larger hips and chest. As her tertiary profession (first being Dragonborn/Adventurer, second being Daedrologist) Obsidian is a tattoo artist. As such, Obsidian has many tattoos across her body. Her most notable are the dark green tentacles she had tattooed as proof of her devotion to Hermaeus Mora. She also has many Ashlandic tattoos across her body.

Obsidian also has several piercings, including several ear and nose piercings. She prefers to wear long robes whenever she has the chance, as most of the time, she is found sporting custom Daedric Armour (the red is purple). She hates helmets, so would have to cut her hair relatively short and tie it up while adventuring. As she matured, she just let it grow out and only put it up if she is anticipating a fight.

Obsidian loves jewellery. Her favourite piece is an amulet gifted to her by her adoptive father, Vorcano. She never takes this off. Aside from her wedding rings, she has a plethora of different rings from all across Tamriel. Even through she is mostly adventuring, Obsidian always smells good. She has a range of expensive perfumes (mostly a gift from Vorcano). Her favourite scents are patchouli, vanilla and black pepper.

Obsidian's weapon of choice is an ebony sword, and a mix of destruction/conjuration magic, which she will alternate depending on the situation. She uses her shouts regularly, however it is more of an intimidation tactic rather than their actual properties. Later in life, she uses a range of spells she learned and created from her devotion to Hermaeus Mora.

Hefdet

Hefdet is an Unbound Dremora, standing at 7ft. He served Mehrunes Dagon for many years of his life. After Dagon was sent back to Oblivion during the 3rd Era, he had enough and abandoned his post. He spent many years wandering the charted and uncharted realms. Until he was rudely dragged out of Oblivion to be faced with a tall Dunmer lady, commanding him to fetch a sigil stone. That lady would later be as wife, as he decided she was worthy enough of his presence and was bored of exploring Oblivion (this man is a wet cat, I love him <3)

Like most Dremora, he has dark grey skin, and glowing red eyes. He is covered head to toe in scars, and remembers the story behind every single one. He is also covered in tattoos. Like most Dremora, he has his face markings, however Obsidian imitated the style across his whole body in the same colour. He also allowed her to tattoo a bundle of lavender on his arm as that is Obsidian's nickname. Although he would never admit to it, it is actually his favourite tattoo.

Hefdet also wears Daedric armour, and would probably live in it if Serana and Obsidian wouldn't practically be dragging him into the bath. He hates the feeling of clothes, and will complain the entire time he has to wear them. Although he has found enjoyment in wearing armoured robes. He will usually only wear these while he is resting at home, or else you will find him clad head to toe in his armour. He thinks that wearing perfume is strange, but he naturally smells pleasant most of the time. He smells like a smoky, burned wood, with the metallic hint of blood.

Thanks to Obsidian, he now also sports a few piercings: two on each ear, and one on his tongue. Aside from these, he loves decorating his horns with jewels and gold. He himself has forged many custom pieces with the jewels Obsidian comes across on her travels. Hefdet has created many intricate pieces for Obsidian in her favourite colour and style, including her wedding ring. It is a band made from ebony and encrusted with amethysts. Obsidian encouraged him to sell them due to how detailed and high quality they are. He refused at first, but now runs a successful jewellery business.

His main weapon is a Daedric claymore that he has had for as long as he has existed. It is incredibly heavy, though he passes it around with ease. He will often use Daedric intimidation tricks with it to show off his strength before a fight. He rarely uses magic, only using it as a last resort. His fighting style is rather slow, but calculated. Unless someone puts his loves into harms way, and his blows become more ferocious and sporadic.

Vorcano Adorin

Vorcano is an Altmer vampire born in the 2nd Era, standing at 6'3. He has very light blonde hair, with white highlights, white skin and dark red eyes. He doesn't remember what he looked like in life, and seems to be indifferent in finding out. As he turned into a vampire at the age of 180, his complexion looks incredibly young. He has a romantic look about him, and he uses this to his advantage, styling his appearance around that.

The only scar he has on his body are the two small bite marks on his neck. Vorcano hates people seeing them, so as such will style a scarf or cravat with all of his outfits. He takes good care of his skin, using all types of moisturises and tinctures to ensure his skin never dries. It also helps him blend in more with society if he keeps his youthful glow. In terms of clothes, Vorcano is a snob. Coming from a family of high society, he knows how to dress well. His go to outfits are tailored black and red suits, with a tailcoat that falls to his shins. He wears white gloves, even when he is alone. It is very rare to see him with these gloves off. The truth is, the ends of his fingertips began to rot sometime in the 3rd Era, so the ends of his fingertips are slowly becoming black. This has bought him great shame, and frightens him for how his body might change in the future. Though he wishes to remain a vampire for as long as he possibly can. Despite him being turned by choice, he saw it as a gift.

Vorcano cannot have tattoos due to his skin's condition, however whenever his daughter Obsidian comes over to visit him, she will carefully draw him whatever he wishes with a temporary ink he can wash away. He also does not have piercings, and actually has a dislike of them, although he will never vocalise those thoughts. He loves jewellery, more than anyone else in the world. He has lived for so long, and as such has one of the most envious collections across the Isles, and Tamriel proper. Rings, necklaces, circlets, from all across the cultures of Tamriel, you name it, he has it. He also collects a lot of religious jewellery, although he doesn't wear it as he feels like the gods have forsaken him so it wouldn't be fitting.

Just as you'd expect from a gentleman like him, he smells exquisite. His signature scent is a blend of bergamont, black pepper and lavender. He carries pouches of herbs and flowers, which add to his general scent. It also helps mask any scent of rot and decay that might give off from his body.

His main weapon is a staff gifted to him by Hermaeus Mora for sheltering and nurturing Obsidian. It is crafted from Dwemer metal, that he keeps well polished. He rarely engages in any type of combat anymore, but he is sufficiently trained in different styles. He has other people harvest the blood that he feeds on, so he doesn't have to worry about that anymore either. But when he does, he is calm and calculated, preferring to play the long game to capture his prey.

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Saint Jiub is free!!!

Oblivion knows what sort of indescribable bargain or battle he must have had with the Ideal Masters to return both his soul and physical form, but he's finally free!!

He appeared, if only for an instant, in front of a crowd of worshippers at one of his shrines near Mournhold. Then almost immediately after he was gone, he appeared in front of a crowd of devotees at a temple in the Imperial city.

Word has spread from a tribe of ashlanders that he materialized once more on a cliff near the summit of the ever smoldering Red Mountain, surveying all the destruction that had been wrought to his homeland.

He remained there for days, unmoving as the awed Ashlanders kept vigil below, waiting for a word or a sign.

Finally, before dawn of the 3rd day he gestured towards the brilliant moon, appearing as if he were holding it in hand. With the other arm he placed his hands amongst the dimming stars cradling them with equal care.

With this, the ashlanders fell to the ground in both awe and terror. Was he possessed by Azura herself? Was he signifying the return of her beloved champion, the Nerevarine? Or something else entirely?

None approach him or asked. When the bravest of them dared look up once more, St. Jiub was gone.

But praises to the Reclamations for St Jiub had not abandoned Morrowind or her people!

The blessed Saint continues to materialize at shrines, temples, and sacred sites throughout Morrowind.

A raiding party from Blackmarsh was turned to ash the second they crossed the border. A haughty band of Corsairs were found utterly eviscerated and adrift along the coast between Skyrim and Blacklight. Thousands of cliff racers are found across Morrowind, pierced by chitin arrows shot from an unseen marksman.

The Dunmer people are gripped in religious ferver and the foes of Morrowind quiver in fear of her returned protector.

The gongs and chimes of the Temples resound all across Morrowind. Prayers, cheers, and chants echo across the ashlands in a cacophony of deafening adulation.

Innumerable throngs of Dunmer from all corners of Tamriel are in pilgrimage back to Morrowind in hopes of catching a glimpse of the Saint Himself.

Not since the eruption of Red Mountain has such a number of Dunmer returned to their ancestral homeland. The unity of the Dunmer people is now nearly unprecedented as the entire race is uniting in worship, joy, and awe.

Two centuries of war, disaster, and suffering have given a heavy heart to the Dunmer people, but no more! The dire suffering and misfortunes of centuries past are coming to an end, St. Jiub has returned!

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could i request an erabenimsun preparing for a raid? like applying warpaint or equipping armor? (asking again because i mixed up the tribe names in my previous ask lol)

I tried my best to include Molag Amur type decor in this it’s so different from my usual colorful grassland Ashland pieces :)