- Spent ALL my money enchanting a ring of constant effect invisibility (not as cool as 100% chameleon, but still awesome) after gameplay got boring, I did the unthinkable... hiked up to red mountain aaaaaand -->
- Y'all remember?
- W-why is he looking at me like that
- Daddy Caius 2020
- TIL that when you talk to Azura from her shrine, your own character's mouth moves. Strange.
- Homie out here looking like an enchanted imperial
- tfw you are level 12 and realize money means nothing in this game
- attempting to make balmora in minecraft. here is a silt strider.
- Which house did you join? Why?
- Navy seal copypasta morrowind edition
- I’m only LEVEL 1, and I found this incredible ring in some random urn. Falas Ancestral tomb close to Gnisis, if you’re curious.
- Found that quite amusing.
- Fargoth looking for trouble
- The Wayward Realms | Factions & Reputation, With Julian LeFay
- The Telvanni Girl (Morrowind Fan-Fic)
- My TES Journey starts here - suggestions? [no spoilers]
- Anyone else feel one ought to play as a Dunmer?
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| The Telvanni Girl (Morrowind Fan-Fic) Posted: 02 Mar 2020 08:37 PM PST The Telvanni Girl By Sevisa Seloth (neé Nilas Arobar) A Redoran's life is devoted to three tenets: Duty, Piety, and Gravity. I had devoted my life to these tenets within the House and I did everything that was asked of me without question, because as my father always said, "A Redoran's life is sacrifice." It wasn't some great sacrifice on my part, but rather the fulfillment of my natural purpose in the world—at least—the fulfillment of my natural purpose as I had been taught my whole life. I didn't question it much—if at all—until the day I met a woman whose name escapes me. We didn't meet on good terms, but rather because I had been charged with uprooting a Sheogorathan cult in its infancy in the sewers of Vivec and I had set out to do just that. She was one of them and I had come down to put her to the blade as Temple Code demands of all who serve the Four Corners, but she was a beguiler of a different nature and a seer of souls and she stilled my blade long enough or us to partake in conversation. Even now, years later, I find myself asking if I should've just killed her when I had the chance and where my life would be—perhaps I would still be in the good graces of my father and of my house, but indulging in hypotheticals is purely an exercise in mental masturbation and I have no need to do such. We talked for a time, how long I don't know, but long enough that she was able to punch a crack in the carefully constructed foundation upon which I had built my life. Though I held the blade, it was she who did the interrogation; she inquired into my life, my family, my service to the House, and she asked me one simple question: "Is this you?" I had never been asked such a question and perhaps that's why it hit me as hard as it did. At first I said yes, but she asked again and again, and each time, my affirmations grew weaker and weaker as she stuck her fingers deeper into my psyche and ripped it apart. Her echoes only stopped when I finally confessed a truth to her that I had never confessed to anyone before, not even myself: "I don't know." It was honest. Scary too. Scarier than the time I had crossed blades with a Dremora and scarier than the time I had dishonored my father with my failure to make preparation for All Saints' Day, but something about saying it felt freeing in an odd sort of way. In the kind of way you don't really realize until it happens. We kept talking for some time after that and at the end, she knelt her head and asked me to do what I had set off too, but to "discover myself" as well. Perhaps I should have killed her as an affirmation of the self I had been when I walked into that fetid little hole in the wall, but I didn't. I simply turned and left and she smiled a smile of victory. Not because I let her go though. She smiled because her words had sunk in and the foundation of my being had been damaged irreparably—the fact that I did not put her to the blade as Temple Code demanded was simply a bonus as far as she saw it. The return home was long and tiring as I reflected on what she had said. For the first time in my life, I found myself questioning everything I had devoted my life to and even everything that I was and it was when I finally made it home that I reclused into a state of meditation and prayer that lasted weeks, but even that felt empty as I was forced to leave no turn unturned in regards to who I was. That woman killed the Nilas Arobar I had always been. Sure, I still wore his face and carried his body, but the man I was—he was dead the moment I left her alive in that rancid room instead of just killing her. Things changed in the months following as I came to really get to know myself. I began to explore my relationships with people and think critically about my place in the world which became quite an annoyance to my father who told me at length that I was "becoming too wrapped up in philosophical nonsense instead of what really matters: the House." And as his voiced grievances with my troubled soul grew in number, so too did the number of hours spent in silent darkness thinking about it all and I eventually came to realize that I had been living a lie my whole life. A sweet, beautiful lie, but a lie nonetheless and a lie that I desperately needed to discard if ever I wanted to be true to the world and to myself. I was scared to tell the truth, because it was a truth that I knew had a raw destructive power greater than any sword, greater than any spell, and I knew that the moment I spoke it into the world, it would be something I could never take back and that's why I was so scared to speak to anyone about it, but, carrying it alone became a burden too great for me to bear and that is why I made a decision that set about a series of events that ultimately led to my banishment from both the House and my family. The decision? I spoke to my beloved sister, Gandosa, and confessed to her the doubts I was having and worst of all, the fact that I felt—trapped—living my life as a man. She was shocked, and understandably so, but she consoled me as I broke down in her bedroom and sobbed into her arms at the shame I felt. Gandosa spoke to me for a long while and ultimately she became my confidant and my closest friend as I started to explore just who I really was, because I knew that no matter how much I wanted to just shove myself back into the box of being Nilas Arobar, it couldn't happen. Mora only knows how much I wanted it to be, but there was no going back to that—not anymore—and that's why Gandosa helped me explore and really discover who I was. It started with long talks over lunch and gradually grew into more such as her teaching me how to walk like a proper Dunmeri noblewoman and to talk like one as well, such as enunciating my vowels more fully and speaking with a more refined vocabulary. It wasn't long before I found myself no longer quite trying so hard to put into practice her lessons on how to be a woman as they simply started to be—natural—after a while anyways, but they had become too natural and my father and my brothers in the House to recognize a shift in my behavior. Initially I was able to dispel their inquisition into the changes I was going through, but as the changes grew more pronounced, they found themselves growing more and more concerned for what I was going through. It got to such a point that one of my closest friends, Balur, pulled me aside and asked me what had happened in that Cultist Nest. I reassured him I was fine, but somehow he seemed to see through the lie and recognize that the man he had grown up with and fought beside in countless skirmishes with both Ashlander and Cultist was dead and gone and all that was left of him was—this new me I was becoming. Eventually, I became more open to experimenting with who I was and that led to me going out with Gandosa on a trip to Balmora as "Sevisa" for the first time. I was scared. Terrified even, but it felt right to introduce myself to the world as Sevisa. It felt honest and it was the first thing that felt honest since that conversation with the Cultist, however, it was not something that I can say went well. I ran across Councilor Ramoran in Balmora and he immediately saw through my guise and recognized me as Nilas which prompted him to write to my father about his "discovery" despite my pleading not to, which led to me dreading the return home after Gandosa and I's business was finished. I had no idea what awaited me when I returned home, but I did know that I was terrified of whatever it would be and I was right to be so. I returned home as Nilas, but my father had already received word of Councilor Ramoran's discovery of "Sevisa" and he dismissed all of the guards, the servants, the retainers—all of them—so that could speak privately and there is nothing in this world or any other I wouldn't choose to experience over having to go through that again. He was infuriated. I had not only shamed him, but I had shamed him in front of another Councilor and damaged his standing within the House. I recall what followed was perhaps the worst beating of my life and perhaps would've been my final moments if Gandosa had not barged in at the sound of my pained moaning echoing through the corridors as he continued his abuse as I tried in vain to crawl away. She saved my life when she barged in, but it didn't stop my father from getting one last kick to my face in which took from me my last bits of consciousness. I don't know what happened after, but I woke up in the sprawling streets of Ald'ruhn in one of the poorer parts of town with a note. "Sevisa, It's not safe here for you anymore. You need to go far away or else Father will come for you for the dishonor he feels you've brought on him. I was able to sneak you out of Under-Skar and even got you enough money to get you as far as Balmora, but you'll have to figure it out from there. I love you and I hope you'll write, but you have to go—it doesn't matter where, but it can't be here. Please, Big Sister. Go. Go anywhere but here. -Gandosa" So I did what she said and left Ald'ruhn for the last time and got lost over the next few years. Balmora. Hla Oad. Pelagiad. It didn't matter where I went, I just never seemed to stick anywhere for too long due to the poor reception I always got from people. Nobody seemed to understand even if they would feign kindness and acceptance towards me in the name of civility, and that's why I eventually made my way north to the council seat of the Telvanni: Sadrith Mora. There were no honeyed words or mendacious welcomings to be found in Sadrith Mora—only a coldness to me that had nothing to do with my life as Sevisa, but everything to do with that I hadn't earned my place within their city. I was nothing more than some washed out transplant in their home, but that's all they saw me as. They didn't care that I used to be a man; they cared that I hadn't proven to be worth their time yet and that realization—that—that's what made me realize I had found my home. Over the years since arriving in Sadrith Mora, I have found my way into the fold and earned my place. It will not be long before I take my place within the House as Master Aryon's newest Mouth and I can say that I finally did discover who I am, even if it took me years after meeting that cultist to do it. My name is Sevisa Seloth and I am Telvanni and nothing, nothing will take that from me. -Sevisa Seloth, Telvanni Lawman [link] [comments] | ||
| My TES Journey starts here - suggestions? [no spoilers] Posted: 02 Mar 2020 12:31 PM PST I apologize for the length, I will try to make up for it with formatting. I am using section headings because it helps to organize me. Background I am going to be playing Morrowind for the first time, with my only prior Elder Scrolls experience being a thorough playing of Skyrim. I really enjoyed Skyrim (about 450 hours) in 2013-2015. I particularly involved the lore in the game. It was the first new game I had bought in about a decade, since I work a lot and at that time I would replay Baldur's Gate over and over for my RPG fix. I subsequently got into the Witcher series, reading all the books before playing the games. I don't know if I would have enjoyed the games without having read the books, or even the third game without playing the earlier ones. It struck me that there must be a ton of lore / references in Skyrim to the earlier games that I am missing because I didn't play them. Why not start the franchise over and re-live Skyrim to finish what I hope will be a great play through? I am starting with Morrowind because it is the earliest game available on Steam, and because I looked at some Daggerfall gameplay on youtube and I'm not sure I am up for it. I have read the guide and installed the suggested mods. About Me I am not very good at combat in games but if I only want to fight I play Mount & Blade or Kingdom Come: Deliverance. I am here for the story to enjoy exploring. I hope to enjoy combat, but I don't want to make it more difficult for myself. I play most games on "normal" difficulty. The problem I've heard about Morrowind is that the game is hard, and poor choices at the start for character development can screw you over. If this was 15 years ago, I would be fine with that - I'd die a bunch, learn from the mistakes, and dive back into it. I can't do that now, because I'm a parent who has to keep my offspring alive, my employer happy to keep paying me, and marriage intact. When I played through the Witcher games I read a lot of material ahead of time to make "right" choices for equipment and to avoid missing content. However, it took a lot of the mystery out of the game; I became so focused on the destination that it took away from the journey. The story, and role-play, are the most important parts to me. Because I do not want to spoil them I have not read much about the mechanics of the game play. Also, what I did read was confusing. Questions 1 - Race. I intend to keep the same race through Oblivion and Skyrim. I plan to play a redguard, because Elves suck, Orcs are ugly, Argonians are lame, and I have played Nord, Imperial, Breton, and Cat in Skyrim already. Will this hamper me in any way a total newcomer would not expect? 2 - Play style. I intend to focus on melee fighting for combat, without much effort put into utility skills (traps, bombs, potions, whatever is available) or magic other than as a supplement. This is partly a matter of taste, and partly because fighter classes are almost always easier than wizard classes for casual gaming. Does this sound like a viable strategy for Morrowind (and Oblivion)? 3 - Skills and attributes. Anything a new player should know in building a fighter other than the obvious (strength and endurance good, magicka bad)? Is there a recommended Redguard fighter start? What attributes matter, what attributes suck? Ditto skills. 4 - Classes. Pick a class or pick skills? The warrior classes seems to largely match what I would like, but (for example) if I'm going to wear heavy armor should I pick my own skills and use the medium armor "major skill" on speech or something? 5 - Weapons. Are some classes better represented in the game? For example, if I want to use 2-handed axes, will I find that there are no strong or magical variants so too bad for my character for picking the wrong weapon type? Should I focus on more than one specialization (sword + shield, plus axes)? Any suggestions here are welcome. 6 - Armor. Heavy armor to tank my way through the game is the plan - is this viable? Can I ignore light and medium armors? 7 - Equipment generally. Are the "best" items easily missed? Easily obtained? Are there a bunch of "best" weapons and armour so as long as I blunder into one I am fine? Will crafting make the best items so prepare to do that? 8 - Money. Am I going to be drowning in wealth so I should spend on whatever, or am I penny-pinching right to the end? 9 - Magic. Is enchantment worthwhile? Can I get away with doing no magic other than enchanting items I craft? 10 - Content. Are there any "must-see" quests or things that I can miss? If so, can you give any guidance without spoilers? 11 - Planning. I will be playing casually (short periods of time now and then), and it will probably take me 6-12 months to play the whole game. Should I take notes to help with quests and to remember the story? 12 - Anything a new player should know. NB: When I say "viable", I mean "can someone of below-average skill but who knows what they are doing make this work easily", not "if I cheese things can I make it work through brilliance". Thank you very much for reading this and for any wisdom you can offer! [link] [comments] | ||
| Anyone else feel one ought to play as a Dunmer? Posted: 02 Mar 2020 03:36 AM PST I mean specifically if you want to loreplay Morrowind the Nerevarine ought to be a Dunmer. I first played Morrowind 15+ years ago and I recall I played as a Breton. Being Celtic myself I was attracted to the aesthetic of the Bretons; and of course their Fortify Maximum Magicka and Resist Magicika. Morrowind was my first Elder Scrolls game. I found it weird and bewildering and it took me a while to get into it. At that time I had no idea about the lore or how deep it went. I only began to gradually discover that as I played Morrowind and the subsequent games. Since then Elder Scrolls lore has become my favorite in-game lore. Now that I want to replay Morrowind, specifically for the story & lore, I made my customary Breton and started out only to find myself feeling uneasy about it. Feeling I ought to be playing a Dunmer! [link] [comments] |
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