#khajiit has wares

[lonewolflupe]

Khajiit Fives has wares if you have coin

Some ramblings below the cut (:

I love how Cody always keeps picking up Obi-Wan's lightsaber and returning it to him, but it made me start thinking, what if Fives/Torrent Company kept collecting the lightsabers? They would totally sell them to get some coin to spend at 79's haha

That's not totally Obi-Wan's Jedi cloak Fives is wearing (finders, keepers; same as with the lightsabers)

Also drawing a cloak is damn hard if you have to imaging there's a pauldron underneath? How does that fit? I can't imagine it does, actually

I was totally inspired to draw this when I found this pose by @mellon-soup (check out her poses, they give me so much inspiration; I've made more sketches than I'm able to finish digitalising by now)

[cat-cosplay]

"Fortune smiles upon this meeting."

[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.

[my-tamriel-now]

Today I got a comment from someone on Khajiit Has Wares saying the jars were too bright and I decided to go ahead with my plan to upgrade them to use TMD's Jars of Skyrim and edited to tone down the shiny.

Available in the Update section on the Nexus

Before on left, after on right:

[bertie987]

"Khajiit has wares if you have coin," from The Elder Scrolls

Available as a sticker, t-shirt, poster, notebook and more!

Shop here!

[nicstylus]

Ik I already posted part of this, but here is the full character sheet all together :]

[shelleybel]

counter service offered

wares for sale, including coveted "chunk of fur"

[thedisc0panda]

Khajiit has wares if you have coin

[foxs0x]

I've been replaying Skyrim (modded to the nines of course) and want to draw my Khajiit mage Bas'tet soon

(named after an Egyptian goddess of course, except my Bas'tet is a male. Khajiit thinks his mother expected a female cub.)

[mysticdreamscreations]

The Final Countdown In Enthoria !!

Art By @artisticwolfprints & @zombiecheshireproductions

It's been 2 and a half years with my creepy Sphynx Cleric, here’s an update on her Fate & the rest of the group  💀

We all survived, barely making it out. We were fighting an old god 'Steve' (real name too much for mortals & I don't want to spell it) There were a lot of close calls, our Kenku was mazed & our Gold Dragon aly arrived late to eat the thing & nearly exploded from a spell! (Thank the Gods for Dragons having Chonky health, I would have been soo upset If we lost him!) 

The bastard shot our pet mimic, but discovered it was actually mazed as well in the end! It fueled the team with soo much rage to destroy this guy.(We all Screamed In sync) 

We almost lost half our team, a couple of them coming out with 1hp & luckily multiple of us had healing. Mimsy (Our Mimic Puppy) Evolution from Coin to Bag. 

The group went off to do their own things after. Some retiring from adventuring. Akash'ra resides at her Manor now called "Akash'ras Home for the Recently Undead" & she has a portal connecting to her temple of Anubis, she can always keep close. (I plan to do some art & of course I'm not done with her story) What Next? She lives on in ElderScrolls & I will continue to play her perhaps in other games/One shots, maybe different timeline versions of her. This will not be the end of Creepy Cat Mom.  (Now I must finished the wholesome group art I’m making of our family) Thanks for reading my DnD Ramble :P 

[nickinellis]

This is Ki'ravvi. She's my Chaotic Good gremlin. She also has been to Bruma, so that's pretty cool I think.

[cat-compiler]

new home for the dice collection

bonus sneaky cat content

[sixthrock]

it would take every ounce of my willpower to not ask the cashier if I can give em a little scritchy scratch on the chin

[imfvckingurdad]

Blorbo fanfiction except the blorbo is my oc Tsaravi so I literally have to make all of the content for it to exist plz end my suffering—

This fic is titled “wdym my blorbo is just the dabloons cat” on ao3 •w•

I should preface this fic by saying that this OC is an npc I made for my friend’s d&d campaign, which is set in the One Piece world. Therefore this is technically a One Piece fanfiction but it’s entirely about this OC and no characters from the show appear or are even mentioned lol but there will be locations from the show?? Or I might just use the one place my friend gave me and then make up the rest bc I know nothing about One Piece and I don’t wanna bother him with a bunch of questions lmao

In case you want to know how Tsaravi’s name is pronounced, instead of just making it up in your head, I pronounce it Sah-Rah-Vee (slight roll to the R) :3

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The scorching sun shone on the oceans waves as they lapped at the edges of the port. The sea breeze was the only relief the people of alabasta got from the summer heat. Not even the colorful tarps and canopies used to shade the lively bazaar helped very much.

The bazaar was filled with merchants and travelers from all around the globe, gathered to trade stories and culture along with material goods. With all the colorful fabrics and sizzling food, it is easy to pass over the small purple tent on the edge of the crowd.

The tent was more of a shoddy canopy made of some fabrics and large wooden poles stuck into the ground than a tent. It only served to provide the owner with some shade while they did their business.

The aforementioned owner was sat against his incredibly large backpack, filled with goods and trinkets he collected in his travels. His tail gently flicked against the dusty old rug he sat on and his ears twitched in the hooded purple cloak he wore. His red eyes scanned through the bazaar as he kept his head low, letting the hood obscure his face. His wares were ordinary, nothing of value was displayed atop the ratty red cloth. Only a small bowl of spices and some random shells. As he eyed the passing crowd, he noticed that not a single person looked at his shop. Or so he thought.

“Oh my, what a nice shell”

He turned towards the voice. It seems a customer appeared while he was distracted.

“I see you have a keen eye! Tsaravi sells the finest shells in all of alabasta!”

Tsaravi found the shell the customer was looking at in a dumpster behind a bar. The finest shells indeed…

“Really? Where did you get it?”

This was too easy. It’s no wonder there are so many scammers out there when people were this gullible.

“Tsaravi may not share his sources. However that shell can be yours for the very low price of 500 berries!”

He used his most charming salesman voice as he pitched the deal. The Khajiit caught the innocent idiot hook line and sinker with his shell scam. He even put it in a fancy glass box to sell the lie of it being special.

Scamming wasn’t his usual business practice, but Tsaravi wasn’t getting any of his usual customers, so it was hard to do any real business.

The real business being his maybe legal trade of probably not legal goods. He sold the last of his normal goods at the last city he visited, so he had to rely on whatever he found on the way here. The biggest disappointment of the week was that no one would get to try his latest batch of Tsaravi’s mystery powder. He spent the voyage to alabasta perfecting his white powder, which resulted in his black fur getting coated in white. It took ages to get it all out, and even now there were still some spots where his fur sparkled unnaturally.

Just as he pocketed the pouch of berry, a burly man with a large scimitar on his hip stomped into Tsaravi’s line of sight.

“I hear you sell cheese”

Tsaravi had never dealt with this man before. Had never even seen him until this point, but this man was here for Tsaravi’s real business. Perhaps one of his regulars has been spreading word of him.

“Tsaravi has wares if you have berry, what type of cheese are you looking for?”

“Stinky cheese. You got anything with a bit of firepower?”

The man kept his voice low, but it wasn’t entirely necessary with all the background noise. His request was not uncommon, but something told Tsaravi that this man was dangerous. Maybe it was the bounty poster with his face on it a couple meters behind him.

“Of course! Tsaravi has plenty of cheese like that! However, this one would not sell such cheese in a crowded bazaar such as this. Let us go somewhere more private!”

His sharp toothed smile never wavered. He wouldn’t have questioned selling the pistol to the burly man. That is, until he kept talking.

“Must be hard, wearing that cloak in this heat. Why don’t you take it off?”

The man chuckled gruffly. Tsaravi stopped preparing to move locations. This man was not here as a customer.

“Ah, this one is quite fine. Tsaravi’s hometown is much hotter than Alabasta.”

He kept the conversation going, but Tsaravi was done playing along with the man. As he started packing up his shop, he remembered the pistol he was going to sell.

“Apologies my friend, but this one forgot he sold the cheese already! Perhaps you should come back next time.”

He spoke with the same salesman voice he used on the gullible customer from earlier. He packed the last of his things into the large backpack and hefted it onto his back. His ears folded back under the cloak, betraying his cheery façade. This reaction went unnoticed by the man as Tsaravi turned to leave. Before the man could do anything else, Tsaravi dropped a small bottle, breaking it and releasing thick smoke into the crowd. He made his escape towards the docks amidst the confusion.

Tsaravi didn’t know if the man was a pirate or an undercover marine. Perhaps he was neither. Either way, he was after Tsaravi’s head. The threat of death doesn’t scare him though. He has a business to run, and money to make. Marines are bad for business. The longer he can keep his face off of a wanted poster, the better. Pirates aren’t much better, but at least they don’t arrest him, they just try to steal his stuff sometimes.

Now, which ship will he sneak onto this time?

[kausijuoppo]

Suvilahti here I come

[the-august-one]

Khajiit has celestial wares if you have coin.

"While I was trying to photograph the Northern Lights in the wee hours of the morning, my cat decided to photobomb the picture. Since I had the camera’s shutter speed maxed out, it ended up leaving a sort of ghostly image of my cat in the photo."

Photographer: Kristie Kohn