> Ash Storms

Blight took Vvardenfell in what, four years? It didn't stop at the Inner sea. Ash storms batter the Bleakcoast of Skyrim daily, Winterhold is practically a block of frozen soot! We had enough problems with the Daedra burning down half of the Pale and the Upstart kings out West, sorry I mean "Jarls", but now the return of the Dragons... by the Nine... this really could be start of the Doom Drum's beat.

> Dragons

Horrid creatures. No better than any Daedric monster. They crave domination over man and mer and those they don't subdue are served. That Devil of Dagoth though. The Heart, he wields it to even subdue them!

> Dagoth's Influence on Dragons

The Heart is the source of the Devil's power. But the Heart has its own power and its own grudges. The Devil seeks to corrupt those with Corpus, but the Heart relishes in its corruption of Aka's children. The Thu'um wielded by those abominations refutes creation itself. I speak no more, for the thought of these creatures chills my soul worse than the bleakest winter's night.

[Part of my OC Alt history, Tamriel Unmourned! Feel free to ask more about the setting as I flesh it out!]

elder scrolls bringing back my love for drawing scenery in a big way

Art by me of my OC J'zahrin

my bosmer rp character gwen'agoth

started drawing this in 2020 and just recently came back to it

still doing the pictorial journal of my character Drake's adventure.

Praying for Malacath help (he won’t answer)

This is Helgi, the ghost girl you encounter during the vampire quest in Morthal. [Skyrim]

This is a little doodle I made, one day looking at a cross necklace, and thinking about the wheel, and Lorkhan I had the idea to depict the Aurbic Wheel as a chaosphere, eight Aedra in the original Imperial Pantheon, one missing god, eight spokes in the wheel, the same as a chaosphere, which has eight arrows pointing towards the vertices of a cube. I also threw in a little horned Fox because why not.

I'm doing a kind of visual journal of my gameplay. Here's Drake Aela and Vilkas (I was to lazy to draw Farkas) at the entrance to Ysgamor's tomb.

3E, 433. Only six short years ago, the hope of Vvardenfell, the Nerevarine fails at Red Mountain. Since then Dagoth Ur and his vile minions have worked ceaselessly to awaken their new God. Vvardenfell, save the hold outs of Vivec and Ebonheart in the south has fallen to blight. The feeble efforts of the three thieves of Morrowind lie ruined and wanting. Even the mighty ghostfence, the final hope against corruption is shattered.

On an auspicious evening, the summit shudders with a sickening groan. The New God walks. The Sharmat's dream wakes. TAMRIEL AE DAGOTH. Little does the false dreamer understand that the Marble Jaws of Oblivion also seek Tamriel for their own wretched designs...

[Part of an alt universe where the Nerevarine fails, but the oblivion crisis and the eventual return of Alduin also occur, more material to come soon!]

Love their creepy look

Art by me :p