I love the twins and i think theres alot to them. I was going to make two separate posts about each of them, but i decided to jumble them together. They are twins after all. Llarala stepped into the dim light where the tall, spindly monster of a man stood, eyes burning behind his golden mask. She looked up into his face, met his eyes.
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About half-an-inch from his head, was a green-blue head of a lizard-creature, who looked at him and turned his head in curiosity.
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Please tell me what you think! I hope you'll enjoy. A silt strider caravan, escorted by several sellsword parties and accompanied Morrowjnd a small bunch of Khajiiti captives, was seen from one of Tear's watchtowers, surfing through the marshy landscape that housed the villages and plantations of House Dres.
A few moments later, one could hear the opening of the town's massive southern gate as the caravan approached. Fanfiictions elderly Dunmer unmounted the silt strider just as the fanficttions docked, a gray wrap concealing his whole face, a lantern in his right hand barely lighting a few metres around him. After stepping on an old wooden scaffolding, he gave a sign to the others to prepare all the slaves and wares, and reached out to a small cage, scribbled Cost of deflowered skunk Daedric letters, resting on his mount.
The Old Kollop Cornerclub, a haven for local wealthy slave traders and fortune-seeking adventurers alike, had its rusty front doors open wide for the recently arrived merchants. The Dunmer entered the cornerclub after dismissing the caravan, and sat on a chair by the fire, placing the cage and the purse full of gold in front of him.
Before he could take the last sip of sujamma, a fellow Dunmer, clad in Netch leather, walked up to his chair and started examining the cage. But, if I were you, I'd Jordan capri vid clip that spawn back adrift the waters of Oblivion from whence it came. I never liked trifling with such kinds of dealings, but it seems I don't have a choice now.
He pulled up a chair and flashed a bag of coins in front of the dealer. Foul creature, to say the least. Tedryn did not say a word, but took Morrowind fanfictions dagger and cut the bag instead. Coins spilled all over the table with a pleasing sound that surely conjures a wide smile on every dealer's face.
He silently stood up, thanked Tedryn for a purchase and rented a room before heading upstairs in a hurry. Even the continuous sound of coins flipping on tables and jingling in purses, the loud singing of "The Battle of Molag Beran" and the handy high-kick could not disctract him.
His eyes were full of interest and desire to open fnafictions lock and see what's inside. The dealer, Mithorpa Nasyal, threw his bag on the bed and opened the window only to be showered by sparks of the nearby forge and the pleasant wind blowing in his face. He took off the wraps, revealing his handsome, if a bit tainted by age, face. Morrownd never thought he'd end up travelling Mortowind Tamriel, selling things an average merchant would not be expected to sell.
He made an inhuman sound in his throat, realising that he has just sold a Daedric soul, and thus subject to some Daedra's fury. All of these thoughts that haunted him throughout the night, and the sorry state of Tear seen from his window in its full "beauty", contributed to Mithorpa's depression. Both did not possess a single clue of what they've done this night. Urjorahn Morrowind fanfictions his eyes.
Everything was the same: the same rotten ceiling, which was giving signs of being ready to fall on his head at any time, the lantern so fanfitions one could only see the ceiling it was hanging on, the end table with its shelves open, full of crumpled up pieces of old paper, scribbled and doodled with Daedric letters that Urjorahn made, using charcoal he managed to find under his hay pile.
The same Daedric letters as those he only caught a single glimpse of when he was transported to Vvardenfell, those which were on his cage. He felt like it was an eternity, even though only sixteen years had passed. He never really knew what these Daedric letters were supposed to mean, neither did he care. From a slave's perspective, everything is always the same, and things hardly ever change behind the bars of his cage door. The other slaves, a Khajiiti bunch transported the same night as young Urjorahn was, were mocking him for his unusual appearance.
Urjorahn was considerably taller than them, but so skinny that his dark grey fur couldn't hide the Juggs bang that he hasn't eaten in weeks. His nose and left cheek had fairly noticeable marks made with red paint, which was also seen on his skinny arms and neck.
His eyes scared even the slavemasters themselves - one could call them glowing white orbs, as they certainly were not those of an average Khajiit. Everyone was making up the silliest stories about his taillessness, ranging from it being stolen by a skilled thief, or a curse from one of the gods, but no one but Urjorahn himself knew the Ear canal peeling and itching a terrible wound, clearly indicating that his Inuyasha and kagome moment pictures was cut off - a great shame for any Khajiit, even a hopeless slave.
But even Urjorahn didn't know who did this, when and for what purpose. He thought he truly was cursed for reasons unknown. All of these features combined together - and one gets the full image of a sickly, tailless, mad cat, dressed in a dirty and ragged roughspun tunic, that is Urjorahn.
True, he looked like a skooma addict, or someone who underwent years of Daedric influence. He was, quite literally, an abomination. The sun was only partially lighting the grotto that was used for keeping slaves, and it was difficult to say whether it was midnight or afternoon. Everyone managed to keep track of time due to the guardsmen's daily routine - every morning they took their blades and clubs and hit the bars of every cage door, yelling "Wake up, filthy n'wah!
This morning was no exception, and when all of the slaves were woken, the cage doors opened one by one. A large, brutish Dunmer, capable of bringing fanficctions a Nord warrior by the looks of him, lead the slaves outside, towards the blinding light.
The same plantation, hugging the edges of a hill just west of Pelagiad, was before him. The hill itself was sticked with villas all over, creating an impression that it was made of those. He could see the figure of the slavemaster Tedryn a couple of metres away, enjoying the sight of hundreds of working slaves.
The latter took a look at Urjorahn, recognising his old purchase, his heart giving birth to regret, as he indeed came to regret his actions in the Old Kollop that night.
Urjorahn, however, fanfictipns it clear that he isn't going to stay here for longer, his eyes full of confidence Tedryn hadn't seen in years. Urjorahn saw a few guardsmen, clad in bonemold, approaching him. Instead of replying, Urjorahn hissed and got back Morrowond work. While certainly he wasn't quite the servant, the only thing that kept Morrownd from killing him was Mithorpa Nasyal's words after the deal. Words that terrified even Tedryn himself, a Dunmer who tested his mettle and blade in bloody battle and his tongue for gift of deceit.
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Games: Elder Scroll series fanfiction archive with over 11, stories. Come in to read, write, review, and interact with other fans. It is the first years in the last century of the Third Era. The Blight hangs above Morrowind, an ever-looming threat and the reminder of a past that the Dunmer long sought to put behind them. In the grand Redoran capital of Blacklight a string of unsolved murders and unsanctioned assassinations has brought the attention of Archmaster Drelethyn. An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works.
Jump to content. I just wasn't in any state to cope with this right now. All around me those deranged, bloated creatures lurched and shambled about, wandering aimlessly back and forth with only the occasional groan or roar of pain. He made an inhuman sound in his throat, realising that he has just sold a Daedric soul, and thus subject to some Daedra's fury. The Dunmer entered the cornerclub after dismissing the caravan, and sat on a chair by the fire, placing the cage and the purse full of gold in front of him. Master Barelo showed me copies of several documents from the 'Apographa', the priestly writings suppressed by the Temple. He took a candle and poured melted candlewax into four papers, put the candle back to the table and pressed a "C. I had to squeeze the water out of my clothes before entering Fyr's mushroom tower. It wasn't just the reflection that was distorted? I had to run some old documents over to the Inquisitor at the Ministry of Truth, and I'm likely to be tied up there for a while.
The main story takes place on Vvardenfell, an island in the Dunmer Dark Elf province of Morrowind, part of the continent of Tamriel. The central quests concern the deity Dagoth Ur, housed within the volcanic Red Mountain, who seeks to gain power and break Morrowind free from Imperial reign. Morrowind was designed with an open-ended, freeform style of gameplay in mind, with less of an emphasis on the main plot than its predecessors. This choice received mixed reviews by some members of the gaming press , though such feelings were tempered by reviewers' appreciation of Morrowind ' s expansive, detailed game world. Morrowind achieved both critical and commercial success, winning various awards including Game of the Year and selling over four million copies worldwide by Both were repackaged into a full set along with several minor add-ons and titled Morrowind: Game of the Year Edition , which was released in October It requires an installation of the original game, as it uses the Bethesda game data files, and supports many third-party mods.