The Elder Scrolls III Morrowind
is my favourite game of all time, and it will always hold a special place in my heart. I've been planning for awhile to put together a game-inspired feature; unfortunately, it is very hard to find genuine fan art since most Morrowind-related deviations on dA are game screenshots (or manipulations thereof), and I found only a limited number of devs I could use.
For those unfamiliar with the game, Morrowind is an open-ended first-person RPG with an expansive and detailed world, released in 2002. The central plot concerns the deity Dagoth Ur, housed within the volcanic Red Mountain, who seeks to gain power and break Morrowind free from Imperial reign. In addition to the extensive main quest, there are detailed discursive quests for a variety of factions, including various guilds, religious organizations, and aristocratic houses.
Lord Voryn Dagoth had been a good friend of Lord Indoril Nerevar, but they turned against each other in the Battle of the Red Mountain, and House Dagoth was crushed and scattered. However, Dagoth re-awakened later and set up base in the crater citadels of Red Mountain, spreading his influence and seeking to cast down the current deities and eventually conquer all Tamriel. The central storyline of Morrowind revolves around the reincarnation of Indoril Nerevar, referred to as "The Nerevarine", who has been prophesied to oppose and defeat the malevolent Dagoth Ur and his followers, encompassed in a faction named "The Sixth House".
Nerevar and Nerevarine
Nerevar x Dagoth
Tribunal Gods and Daedra
Fan art of different characters and OCs, scenes, battles, side quests.
The events take place on Vvardenfell, an island in the Dunmer province of Morrowind. The game environment is large and richly detailed, with real-time weather effects, day and night cycle, and a great variety of plant and animal life.
West Gash, Bitter Coast, Ascadian Isles
Grazelands, Azura's Coast, Sheogorad
Ashlands, Molag Amur, Red Mountain
Towns, villages, cities of Vvardenfell. The developers, rather than choosing the common Medieval European setting of fantasy games, took elements from Egyptian, early Japanese, and Middle Eastern cultures.
Flora and Fauna
Animals, plants, monsters of Vvardenfell
Other Fan Art
Stories, stamps, artisan crafts. For chaptered fan fiction, I included only the first chapter (or prologue), but I suggest to check out the rest of the story too.
Morrowind:You have no idea what I am going through"Do you remember being mortal? Do you even have emotions?"
I stood facing him, looking defiantly up into his eyes where he levitated a good few feet up in the air. He didn't change his calm expression as he answered, and I felt how I became even more annoyed than I had been when I came here. The sleepless nights were getting to me even more than I wanted to admit. I was in an uncharacteristically foul mood constantly.
"Of course. But not like I used to. I feel. I feel much more than a mortal could. When the people suffer, I suffer. When there's peace and prosperity in Morrowind, I am content. I have not felt the small joys of mortal life in
Ri'Zama's Story The hole in the roof had been there for several weeks. Ri'Zama had first noticed it some days ago as he lay on his thin, worn bedroll and the sun had pierced through the thatching and forced him from sleep. He had meant to climb up and fix it, but he never had. Now he lay in the same bedroll, not having moved for those several weeks in which the hole had become larger and more obvious. The sun had passed over and woken him numerous times, and when he woke he would stare into the hole until tears welled in his eyes and eventually slid down his cheeks to make damp spots behind his ears. When the sun had passed and the room fallen dark, he woul
All Over AgainThe moons of of Nirn shone brightly over the streets of Balmora. The taverns had closed for the night, and the Hlaalu guards on the night watch lazily patrolled the streets.
A lone Dunmer sprinted down the main street, then abruptly dashed down an alley that led between rows of stone buildings. Stopping at one of the doors, he hammered loudly on it.
"Irna! Open up!"
He hurriedly looked over his shoulder as if to check for pursuers, and banged on the door again.
The door opened a crack, and a red eye appeared at the opening. The eye widened as it saw who was knocking, and its owner, Irna Marys, opened the door properly.
TES - Giant MudcrabGiant Mudcrab
In time, ages ago from now, all that lived would bow in awe,
To a giant mudcrab horror, Tamriel's greatest terror.
With a shell hosting dreugh dwellers and legs as tall as towers,
This was Skar, the living island, a true city some pretend.
The cunning dreughs at some point came to find a war stratagem.
Using a foul technology they control Skar easily.
So they did enslave the beast and rule the seas west to east!
But water's not enough alone so they aim at the first stone.
Not all merfolk wish for this might and so they come to fight.
Cities clashing with each other, against madness forever.
Great havoc s
The Gospel of Saint NerevarThe Gospel of Saint Nerevar
The fields were ravaged. The fires of Red Mountain had swallowed the once simple and pristine lands of Veloth. Those saints of ancient days mourned Velothi in the darkness of the mountains. Felms mourned the death of his brothers as he assaulted Windhelm. Olms mourned his kinsmen and the lawmen of Redoran that had fallen. Priests and prophets beheld the Miracle of Necrom, for Veloth rose from his tomb and, falling upon his knees, wept so bitterly that even the wild beasts of the countryside came forth to mourn the death of his beloved Velothi.
The armies of Indoril and Redoran marched from La'atha Urlai in the so
Moon and StarBlood that is unknown and fate marked certain,
a life led forward by the night and the day.
A passion just like clay in life shaped anew,
an oath for revenge by this made true.
The heart bleeding strong against steel and stone,
the Three Holy Letters written in blood.
His fate brought from heaven, end the pain of heart,
finish the old age and drink deep of divine.
By the crescent moon and evening star,
by the realms of the dusk and the dawn.
Marked by the dragon on distant lands,
from beyond the horizon came to the gods.
Born an outcast to become a saint,
locked in darkness to bring them light.
Outlander and stranger came
Twin Lamps"Ihsarra! Stop hitting on the slaves, we're here for a reason remember?"
Ihsarra made a dismissive gesture, "Lighten up 'Ski. Just because you haven't killed anything in an hour."
"Shut up or that'll change..."
"Children, children..." A tall Dunmer stepped out from the shadows, "Are we bickering, or are we doing business...?"
Ihsarra approached with a smile on his face, his scarlet eyes were aglow in the flickering torch light.
"Well, I guess that depends, doesn't it? How much?"
"One thousand each."
"So in other words we're only looking at five hundred street value."
They both laughed at his joke, but the man still reassured him, "The
The Chandler - Chapter I "Yours is the Enigma, oh Warrior-Wife."
"The tine of Truth," rumbled the congregation in response. The grating voices of Dunmeri males vibrated through the bones of the chapel, both living and dead. It was the center of the town, that ancient, domed stonemold building with its greyish green carpets and tapestries. Though it was a house of death in that it held the cremated remains of Vos' ancestry in the open pits set in the stone floor, it was in a more truthful sense the center of the community. Here the people were born and named, married and healed; here they came to commune with the ancestors and make proper reverence to the Living Go
Witch and Ashlander Chapter 1Words she knew not the meanings of streamed through her head as she stood in a strange, sand-blasted landscape under a red sky. Shielding her eyes from the stinging sand in the wind, she trudged forward, naked, trying to find shelter, as a familiar voice she could not place spoke in her head.
You have been taken from the Imperial City's prison, first by carriage, and now by boat - to the east, to Morrowind. Fear not, for I am watchful. You have been chosen.
"Many fall, but one remains," she murmured for a reason she didn't know. The winds ceased and rain poured from a cloudless night sky. "Wake up," someone said. "We're here. Why are you sh
Dannas Hlaalu :: OneMemoirs of a Dunmer
An Elder Scrolls Fanfiction
My name is Dannas Hlaalu. Now that I look back on it, I suppose I missed out on my childhood. I never played with anyone in the town, my life based on working to help my single mother support the both of us with manual labor. Growing up, the only other kid in Hla Oad--possibly one of the worst places in Tamriel to raise a child in my opinion--was Asha Yissabi and I idolized her. She was a perfect girl, completely contrasting the Dunmer's sense of cockiness and superiority, who was loving to everyone she met. Her mother was a nameless Dunmer from a nameless village
Day 001, Last Seed 16Last Seed 16, 3E 427
My name is Camilla Quintilius. I had lived the life of a typical Imperial woman from the Imperial City until very recently, when a bizarre series of events began. I am writing this diary simply because I dont think that anyone would believe what has happened otherwise.
It all started a few weeks ago. I had been tending to my houseplants when all of a sudden several Imperial guards broke down my door and arrested me. They refused to tell me what my crimes were, instead choosing to throw me into a cell and leave me there. My cell was filthy and disgusting. There was even a skull in the corner of the cell. I didn
Fan Fiction - Mature Content
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