The first thing you must see, is that there are no Good Daedra or Bad Daedra. That is a House Dunmer folly. The Daedra only ARE, and only your wisdom draws such lines.
There once was a nix-hound. There once was a patch of ash yams. The ash yams were succulent, but they were also atop a high hill, where none of the animals of the Ashlands could get to them easily.
Meant to be spoken aloud instead of read, this folktale probably grew out of the oral traditions of the Ashlanders. Continue reading “The Hungry Nix-Hound”
First comes the mastery of the breath.
I’ve always seen Khajiit as an under-developed race with a lot of potential. One of the areas that I felt needed more love is the connection between Magicka, soul, and the Khajiiti martial arts. This post seeks to unite all these things with themes taken from real life kung fu. Continue reading “The Magicka of a Moons-Dancer”
General, I write to you now of the peculiar case of the murder of Sedura Yakum-fel of the Bashipal plantation. Most of our inquiries have been into the possibility of whether a slave uprising was the cause of the Dunmer’s death, which is an understandably unpopular notion among the locals.
This story came out of a discussion on how to handle the lore of the Argonians, the Hist, and House Dres in Tamriel Rebuilt. Tamriel Rebuilt has since moved away from this interpretation, but I am still rather fond of this piece. Continue reading “The Peculiar Case of the Murder of Yakum-Fel”
“If I did not have toes, I would not have toes to stub.” He looked down at the offending toes. “I am sorry, but you are causing me pain, and therefore you must go, so I will no longer be troubled by you.”
Dorvon was born with a harelip, a wandering eye, and a curious disregard for the rules. As time went on and the boy aged, it became clear that his flaws were not from a lack of discipline or disregard for his fellow mer. Dorvon’s defects ran deeper.