The Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion is one of my favourite games of all time, surpassed only by Morrowind, and I've been planning for a long time to put together a feature with original artwork. Unfortunately, it is very hard to find genuine fan art since almost all Oblivion-related deviations on dA are game screenshots (or manipulations thereof), and I found only a limited number of devs I could use.

Oblivion is an open-ended first-person RPG with an expansive and detailed world, released in 2006. The central plot revolves around the efforts to thwart the fanatical cult Mythic Dawn that plans to open the gates to the demonic realm of Oblivion. In addition to the extensive main quest, there are quest lines for several guilds, and many side missions. Despite being less diversified and immersive than Morrowind, the incredible amount of quality third-party add-ons add a lot of scope and replay value to the game.

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Story and Characters

The lack of an heir for the deceased emperor Uriel Septim has broken an old covenant, and the barrier to the realm of Oblivion is about to shatter. The only way to close the Oblivion gates is to find someone of the royal bloodline to retake the throne, reclaim the Amulet of Kings, and relight the Dragonfires. The player must find key artifacts necessary to create a portal to Mythic Dawn's realm and end the menace.

Storyline

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Guilds

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Characters and Events

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Mythic Dawn

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Cyrodiil

Cyrodiil, the Imperial Province, is situated in the south-central region of Tamriel. The center of their Empire and seat of governance, Cyrodiil is also known as "the Heartland". The capital of Cyrodiil, and of the whole empire, is located on an island in the center of the province, which bears the location of White Gold Tower, possibly the most renowned monument of Tamriel.

Landscape

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Cities

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Oblivion

The Daedric realm of Oblivion is ruled over by the Daedric Prince of Destruction, Mehrunes Dagon. The realm is covered by an ocean of lava, scattered with scorched volcanic islands and ruined structures. During the events in the game, gates open between the world and Oblivion.

Oblivion Plane

Oblivion Gates

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Other

Runes and drawings

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Humour

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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.

Fiction

On the Road"I'm a priest.  Do you need a priest? I don't think I'll be much help to you."
Martin Septim, Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion

How do you tell a man who's just lost his hometown that it was destroyed to get to him?

Rhetorical question as I didn't know either.  I'd been racking my brains since entering Kvatch about how to tell this man, this Martin, that the Oblivion Gate had opened because he was there.  Of course, since actually going into the Oblivion Gate, I'd been doubting I had any brains at all.  Anyone with half an ounce of sense would've left dealing with that thing to the guard.  But oh no, not me.  I ran in there, didn't I? No armour on Flesh and Blood"In this I am blessed to see the hour of my death...
...To face my apportioned fate, then fall."
Emperor Uriel Septim, Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion

It was strange to see a man die before me and for me to have no part in his death.  Even stranger still that it should be the Emperor after I escaped prison.  I suppose what struck me most was how resigned he was to his fate, that he would die and he had accepted it.  I didn’t know how he could.

“Men are but flesh and blood,” He said, “They know their doom, but not the hour.  In this, I am blessed.”

I’d thought him mad.  Why would one want to know the hour they woul Retrieving the Xarxes“You risked your life to save me, a stranger.  You are truly blessed among Arkay’s children.”
Jeelius, Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion

I had thought the hard part was over in tracking down the Mythic Dawn, that it would merely be a case of finding the bastards, sneak into their base and back out again with the Amulet of Kings.  How easy or hard that would be, I had yet to find out, but it surely couldn’t be that bad.  It didn’t include chasing down books looking for secret messages hidden in them, or shaking down Wood Elves for said books.  Nor did it include bringing Baurus with me and having him insist on meeting the &# For Morrowind“Were you acting for the gods? I don’t know.  But now it’s my turn to act.”
Martin Septim, Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion

Bruma was cold.  If ever there was a time that I missed my homeland, it had to be now.  I was freezing, convinced my grey skin would turn blue and body parts would start dropping off if it became any colder.  I was already sure my fingers had dropped off somewhere in the city, I’d lost the feeling to them and had begun checking they were still there.  All this because I still hadn't invested in a warm cloak or remembered to bring some fur armour instead of my usual, favoured leather cuirass and greave Paradise Awaits“Paradise awaits me.”
Mythic Dawn Agent, TESIV Oblivion

I didn’t want to get up.  I didn’t want to move.  My limbs ached, I had a headache from lack of sleep after tossing and turning all night, and I just knew that this day, would be a very bad day indeed.

It was the day after the opening of the Great Gate at Bruma.  The soldiers of Cyrodiil had banded together, managing to stave off the daedric attack while the so-called Hero of Kvatch went into the Great Gate to shut it down.  That was another title to add to the growing list, the Hero of Bruma.  I hated it already.

I lay on the bedroll in the living quarters of Clo Bruma's StandWill we let them burn our homes? Will we let them kill our families? No! We make our stand here, today, for the whole of Cyrodiil.
Martin Septim, Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion

When Martin had told me of his plan, I’d thought it mad, ludicrous even and kicked up quite a fuss over it, calling Martin himself a fool.  I hadn’t however, outright refused to do so.  Whatever I thought of Martin’s plan, I would’ve rather it were me heading into this Great Gate than someone else with no experience of doing so.  The plan, risky though it was, it threatened the destruction of Bruma should I have failed, had worked.  I stood now with th The Devil's Instruments - 1The Devil's Instruments - an Oblivion fanfiction

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Tristan Augustus

Tristan was about to die. He was sure of it.

Inches away from his face dripped the menacing jowls of an ogre. He was pinned to the cave's rough wall by a single hand, wide enough to crush his entire chest cavity, with his weapon – a silver claymore – helplessly cast aside. The ogre's hot breath made him wince in agony and disgust. Its eyes were beady and black, staring at him unintelligently. He could feel the slow draining of oxygen in his body – first, a tingling in his legs and arms, and then a pressure building up in his head. His attempts to draw breat The Maid at Rosethorn Hall - Chapter 1Warning! Please read the Artist's Comments before reading this story!

Also, for those of you unfamiliar with my work, I use an asterisk* to mark jargon, words, and sentences that I felt needed more explanation. Simply put your cursor over the words to see the notes I've written there.

The Maid at Rosethorn Hall

Chapter 1 - Elegy of the 'Not-So-Lucky' Ones...*

"B-but why?!" the young blond whined, tears welling up as he stood out on the dusty lane in front of the inn that his aunt and uncle lived above.

"Ungrateful wretch." a mousy-haired lady harrumphed, looking sideways at the sniffling blond, more than a little cross. "We let you stay The Wayward Knight Part 1“Huzzah!”
Farwil Indarys, Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion

With the Oblivion Crisis becoming worse by the day, the threat it posed increased that much more.  Fearing for the safety of Bruma, I had been sent to round up as much support as I could gather from the various cities of Cyrodiil.  It was thought that if they could provide soldiers, Bruma would stand a better chance of defending itself.  I agreed to the plan almost immediately, I had developed a fondness of a sort, for the freezing cold city and I would not see it destroyed.

I was on my way to Cheydinhal from Leyawiin, intending on dealing with the Oblivion Gate the next day.

Xivilai's Revolution Chapter 1Chapter 1 : Two clans

Slave. That's what he became it, because he had left the territory of his kind. He was introduced himself in these desolate plains belonging to the other clan, because by his simple distraction and boredom. This Xivilai was now caught and subjected to dremoras, their rivals. Locked in an isolated room in the tower, he was standing, disarmed and chained to his wrists.
All Xivilai were recognizable by their black hair and blue/grey skin. They had horns curved in back from their head. Their white eyes without feelings have neither iris nor pupil, and their ears were long and pointed. Their naked bodies had tribal red sig Silver Light Chapter 1Chapter 1
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I hummed softly to myself as I walked down the unusually busy streets of Chorrol, my skirt billowed softly around my legs as people rushed to and fro with their things, their children being tugged along behind their harassed mothers.

A recent hiccup in the economy had people panicking, the roads were filled with bandits trying to make a septim or two, the vittles had been a little scarce the past month but honestly it was nothing horrific, and things along that line. The real problem was the amount of hysteria and panic this predicament caused. If the population would relax and simply ration things so the economy does :thumb267182978: candles burn without a flameEver since she was a little girl, Lily wanted to become a mage. It wasn’t just that it was nearly obligation—after all, she was a Breton, and her people were incredibly skilled with Magicka of all varieties. It truly fascinated her, the realm of mages and wizards. And it had to be respectable; after all, there was an entire guild dedicated to it.

Had she been born in High Rock, she would have received the proper training to become a mage, and at an early age. Even having been born in Cyrodiil, she could have entered a life of magic when she became old enough. Unfortunately, she lived alone with her father and sister on a small farm The Empty SkiesThe Empty Skies

The last floors of the Imperial Palace are only accessible via a winding staircase. Two hundred steps in wide circles, once in a while adorned with small platforms which allow some rest. He remembers when he had climbed to the pinnacle of his home almost every day, enjoying the unique view White Gold Tower provided not only over his city but over a good part of the Imperial province as well. Nowadays he is often too tired after Council and court-sessions to burden his old body with the exercise, today, however, he has the overwhelming urge to once again climb the stair.

An alcove draws nearer and he pauses for breath. Having Cyrodiil Can Wait a Little Longer It wasn't unusual for Martin Septim to awaken earlier than the Blades that resided at Cloud Ruler Temple. Quite the contrary, it would be worrying if he were to sleep even a minute longer. As it were, he frequently found himself walking around hours before they awoke, alone within the protective sanctuary he had come to call home in the time he had spent there.
One such early morning found him sitting in the main section of the Temple, a thick book laying upon a desk on which his elbows rested, hands on his chin as he stared intently down at the pages. He knew full well what dangers resided within such scriptures; he hated just how vast hi A Chance for a New LifeWith the rise of the Nerevarine, Dagoth Ur had met his demise, and the false gods of the Tribunal had all been cast down. Although Lord Nerevar had slain his greatest enemy, he had made many new ones along the way. The Great Houses wished to relieve him of his authority, the temple wanted him dead, and the dark brotherhood was to be paid an enormous sum, by an unknown sponsor, if an assassin among them could kill the reborn saint of old. It would be a young dunmer woman from the imperial province who would be given the challenge. Her superiors, having great trust in her abilities, came to her in the sanctuary beneath the streets of Kvatch, an :thumb116457230: :thumb97619027:

Stamps

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Artisan Crafts

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