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    Morrowind Necrom, the City of the Dead

    Necrom, the City of the Dead

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 12:12 PM PDT

    House Redoran Warrior Fanart. - Link to more Images in Comments

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 06:16 AM PDT

    Lord Vivec

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 06:37 PM PDT

    This time I came prepared for the boss fight.

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 08:27 AM PDT

    My phone has a feature where it automatically tags pictures I have

    Posted: 21 Oct 2019 05:16 PM PDT

    Skullman of Morrowind II

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 08:34 PM PDT

    [TR] The Road to Almas Thirr

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 02:45 AM PDT

    Act I, Part VII: Betrayal (The Sharmat's Incarnate) (Morrowind Fan-Fic)

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 04:43 PM PDT

    Act I, Part VII: Betrayal

    By Antuul Dralosi, Scavenger

    ​

    I'm writing this as I'm once again beneath a bed and I can hear the chaotic thuds of a thousand boots hitting the ground out of sync. They're looking for me and rightfully so—I killed him. I've never killed anyone before, but I killed him. I don't know why; I didn't have to, I could've snuck past him, but I did it. It wasn't some act of bravado or courage. He was a wretched little thing and snapping his neck was like snapping a twig and I wish I felt guilty, but I don't. The way he looked at them, the way he called them unworthy—the way he seemed to enjoy pushing his way around them as they dragged themselves looking for anyway out of the bleak hell that had become their existence. Gabrin needed to die and I'd kill him again if I had the chance, but who knows, maybe killing him is why I'll die here tonight—it doesn't matter though—if nothing else, I finally did something with my life that's worth being proud of. I killed a monster.

    ​

    It's funny. For the first time in my life, I'm not afraid—I'm not afraid of these goblins getting me, I'm not afraid of Sero, I'm not afraid of anything really—I just am. Maybe it's the fact that I've been so scared of dying for so long that it's just numb now or maybe it's the fact that I killed him—I don't know. I don't think it matters, but if I get out of here, I've got proof of what's down here. I've got the idol that little gremlin always had dangling off his belt and it's so interesting to touch—it's hard, but it has a slippery surface about it like ash and though the exterior is cold, you can feel a warmth emanating from inside of it. It's faint, but it's there, just like that soft melody coming from it. They both feel so far away but I can feel them all the same—whatever this thing is—I don't trust it. I don't like it. But I can't deny that there's something about it take piques my curiosity more than it should. I've spent the last few hours just brushing my fingers over it, every curve and indent and familiarizing myself with its pristine sculpting. Not a single nick, a single scratch, it's just—interesting how fine this thing has been preserved and the craftsmanship behind it. Just interesting.

    ​

    Even though I find myself compulsively touching the idol and playing with it in some form or another, I can't deny there's something wrong with it. Something very wrong. But this is just what I need to show to them what's down here, but I'd be lying to myself if I didn't think I don't have a chance of getting to New Balmora without getting jumped by Sero's men. I'll have to figure out something with Skriiva even though I don't have that damned book. I feel bad—I know she wanted it—but damn—things have gone straight to hell down here. I never imagined things would be this bad, but they really are. It's funny though—this all started because of some damn book on growing mushrooms so Skriiva could get better shrooms to make better Quab. Ha. Funny how things change so quick. I knew this was a suicide mission from the get go, but I didn't imagine it'd run like this. Oh well, I don't hear footsteps so I better start moving.

    ​

    * * *

    ​

    My head hurts and I can barely see, but I'm doing my best to write this in the dark. I can smell dried blood and I can feel it on my face—something got me. Something got me good and I don't know if I made it out or what, the last thing I remember was coming out a door and then just everything going black. It's like somebody blew out all the candles at once, because one second I was there and then—I wasn't—and now I'm here—wherever here is. I don't hear the patrols though so maybe it wasn't them, but I've still got a collar around my neck and a thick chain attached to the ground. At least I can write while I wait for whoever—or whatever—got me to come check up on me.

    ​

    It's cold here though, not like New Vivec. New Vivec was warm and humid—this place—it's got a certain chill to it that penetrates to the bones and I don't like it. I don't lik—the idol's missing. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit! Did they take it from my bag? Did it get dropped? Damnit, where the hell is that idol? I need it. I have to get it to New Balmora or else the Council will never believe me about what's going on down here, but it's gone. Damnit!

    ​

    Someone's coming. I better put this down and be ready to defend myself, as best I can with this big steel collar around my neck.

    ​

    * * *

    ​

    I can't believe she did me like this, but she did. She set me up and played me better than I've ever played on any damn table in my life and now I'm right here in Sero's hands. I hope it was worth it, Skriiva. I hope that damned book was worth it—you sold me out after all the damn money I've brought your way? I could've gone anywhere, but I always came to you because I thought somewhere under there you saw me as more than another Ruins Rat, but no—you set me up. You set me up so that Sero'd give you that damn book that you knew wasn't even here; you just wanted to make it easy for his goons to pick me up and you did, you definitely did, you definitely did, and if I get the chance, I'll make a cloak out of you. I promise you. If I get out of here, I will find you, and I'll wear your hide like a damned trophy for the rest of my days! I mean it, Skriiva! I'm coming for you!

    ​

    As for Sero, this was never supposed to go like this. This has ruined everything; I was supposed to be on my way to New Balmora, but now I'm stuck here like a rat in a cage while that bastard decides what to do with me. He's debating whether he's going to kill me or sell me off to the Salt Mines. Damnit! I don't know what I'm going to do—I need a plan, think Antuul, think. How are you going to get out of this? What are you going to do? What's the plan, damnit, think!

    ​

    I don't know.

    ​

    I can't think straight.

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    My mind's all wrapped up in those things below the Temple in New Vivec and the goblins and just—all of it. I can't think straight. I need to sleep, maybe that'll help me clear my head. I hope so anyways. I really hope so. I just hope he doesn't end me in my sleep, but knowing Sero, he's not going to make it so easy for me. No. He'll want me to be awake. He'll want to hear my screams as he takes his pound of flesh and many more to follow it. I hope I think of something tomorrow—I really do.

    ​

    -Antuul Dralosi, Scavenger

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    Morrowind on Android, for the ones who didn't see it by now. I just messed around a bit.

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 06:50 AM PDT

    Sent shivers down my spine.

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 07:06 AM PDT

    PSA: OpenMW Android has a new and improved UI! Give it a try today.

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 12:31 PM PDT

    That's Hasphat Antabolis for you

    Posted: 21 Oct 2019 02:50 PM PDT

    You can climb it... Or simply levitate over it.

    Posted: 21 Oct 2019 04:17 PM PDT

    Can anyone help? I can't get Morrowind Enhanced Overhaul working.

    Posted: 22 Oct 2019 08:11 AM PDT

    I decided to come back to the game, and followed the Morrowind Graphics Guide in the sidebar. I'm really struggling to get the game running with the Enhanced Overall - I now have a fresh install of the game with just Enhanced Overhaul and the stuff it lists as required mods (MGE XE, Morrowind Code Patch, Patch for Purists). In the Enhanced Overhaul I have all options checked except the one for grass and I have the shaders module installed. Everything loads fine until Morrowind Enhanced Overhaul is enabled.

    When I click new game then it plays the intro cinematic, and then a box pops up with:

    fl_ig_global

    Trying to RunFunction index greater than function count

    The script will not run anymore.

    Continue running executable?

    If I click "no" then the game closes. If I click "yes" then the game loads completely frozen, although I can still open the esc menu and exit the game.

    Thank you in advance for any help.

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    Any good resources for aspiring modders?

    Posted: 21 Oct 2019 07:52 PM PDT

    I've recently gotten back in to Morrowind. I'd like to try my hand at modding, maybe adding some small compatibility patches for mods I enjoy and the sort. I started watching Darkelfguy's tutorials. Are there any other good resources or communities I could get plugged in to that would help bring me up to speed?

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    Sorry to bother you all again with modding questions

    Posted: 21 Oct 2019 09:23 PM PDT

    Act I, Part VI: The Desecrated Temple (The Sharmat's Incarnate) (Morrowind Fan-Fic)

    Posted: 21 Oct 2019 06:26 PM PDT

    Act I, Part VI: The Desecrated Temple

    By Antuul Dralosi, Scavenger

    ​

    Gabrin has started to trust over me over the past few weeks, but he thinks I am blind to the political stirrings in his tribe. Some call me a false incarnate, while others believe I am the chosen one who is somehow supposed to bring them into an era of prosperity unlike any other and as the days go on, the discussions more heated. More virulent. I can already see the tribe is beginning to fall apart because I came here and maybe that's my key to getting out of here, but I don't know yet. There's still too many moving parts for me to plan my escape just yet, but Gabrin has moved me from my cell and into the Temple. I wish he hadn't. I really wish he had moved me anywhere else.

    ​

    This temple—it is sick. It is profane. It is—evil. This place was once a place of worship and of love for the Ancestor Daedra and now what is it? It is monolithic shrine to some dead god? To some failed being? To me? It can't be. Whatever it is these monsters worship, it's not me—it can't be. I refuse to accept it. There's no way I can be an incarnation of something that would allow—this—to exist.

    ​

    The stench of rot emanates from this place, but it is not the stench of any rot—no—it's not that simple. It's more complex than just simple rotting meat. It's so much more. It's like a bouquet of flesh rotting in a tropical jungle mixed with the stench of a wound that refuses to heal as it festers with pus and illness. And more than the stench is the pained moans that echo up from below. So deep and guttural, so miserable. There is no pause to them, no stop, only an endless sea of crying out from the dark below and I wish I could put a stop to it—to their pain, but I can't. I can't stop anything here. I wish I could though. I wish I could stop their pain for even just a moment, but I can't. I can't save them—I don't even know if I can save myself, but maybe—just maybe—I'll be able to get help for them if I can get out of here. It's a long shot, but if I get out of here—I'll make sure to get help for them. I'll make no sure nobody else ever suffers under these abominations again. I can only imagine what these monsters are doing to those poor people on the levels below, but I'll get them help. I promise.

    ​

    Damn. I hear Gabrin's breathing and the thud of his walking stick—I better hide my journal until he's gone.

    ​

    * * *

    ​

    I'm finally back and I just want to close my eyes, but every time I do, I see them. I see their twisted bodies, their deformed faces, the mounds of tumorous flesh growing all over them. He said they're the unworthy. They are the ones who rejected me and that's why they're down there shambling about with bones that broke under the weight of all those tumor—and he says it's because I found them unworthy? I wouldn't unleash this upon anyone. I can't even imagine what kind of monster would do this, but Gabrin just smiled as he looked over them all—a sadistic smile—the rotten little bastard he is. He loved looking at them, like this was all just some kind of joke to him. It was almost funny to him. But it wasn't funny to me. Those people—their lives are a living hell, I could see it as they crawled about weeping tears of thick mucus as they trailed the floors of the lower levels. I can only ask myself what kind of hell is this place? What kind of sick, twisted monster is that little runt? I don't know, but I have to get out of here—that much—that much I know for sure. I know that more than I know anything else right now. I have to escape. I can't let Gabrin turn me into one of those things and I'd almost rather take my chances making a run for it than stay here for another minute longer, but I've gotta think this through. Now more than ever, I need to think clearly.

    ​

    Or you know, maybe now more than ever, I need to just go for it. I've always just done my best with what I had and it got me this far—maybe I just need to trust myself and just go. If I get caught, they won't kill me—they won't kill their god. Maybe the ones who don't believe I'm their god will, but dying can't be worse than what happened to those people down there. It can't be. Nothing can be worse than that.

    ​

    I've got one lockpick and I better make it count, but before I make my run for it, there's something I need to write in here in case I don't make it.

    ​

    If you're reading this, I didn't make it. That's okay. It doesn't matter if I did or not because you found this and that's the most important thing of all, so do a dead man one last favor—it's all I ask. Get help. Don't just shrug off this journal and think it's nothing but a story, this is important—this might be the most important thing anyone ever asks of you—get help. If these things—these goblins—ever get out of here and start moving east, I don't know how many will get ripped apart in the streets, but it will be far too many and those will be the lucky ones. The ones who aren't? They'll end up like the things Gabrin showed me, so get help. Please. Just get help if you find this journal. I beg of you. Please. Get help.

    ​

    -Antuul Dralosi, Scavenger

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    White lines on textures, any fix? (No mods used)

    Posted: 21 Oct 2019 06:05 PM PDT

    Exploration music wont stop?

    Posted: 21 Oct 2019 07:58 AM PDT

    I love this game. And recently installed it and OpenMW on my Samsung galaxy A30. The, exploration music has been playing non-stop for maybe an hour? It goes between the tracks like it should. Combat music never plays. I am using a handful of mods, but none of them should be causing issues, I think. Mods being used are

    - Better Dialogue font
    - Julan The Ashlander
    - Illuminated Order

    -More accurate combat (Making a hit 100% chance)

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    Anythign I need to change to stop this? Or is this, pretty normal?

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