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.
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
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Oblivion Gates
Other
Runes and drawings
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Humour
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Mature Content
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
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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 breath were futile. Black spots appeared before his eyes.
This is it. This is the end. His mind was becoming incoherent, but before him flashed half-formed thoughts. The contract would go unfinished, or only his cohort Eloroth would return alive. He would join the Divines in Aetherius. Tristan did not want to die this w
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- Prelude -
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 doesn't get worse...ugh, the predictability of idiots.
While they all seemed to be hoarding as much food and supplies as humanly possible, I was here on business, preparing for an unfortunate eventuality.
First things first, my name is Leila Noori. As you can probably surmise I am in fact a Breton, by blood, not by nature. I am told I was abandoned as a b
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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 in between Anvil and Kvatch, which was completely isolated from either city, though both boasted a Mages Guild hall.
Marie scoffed at her younger sister’s dreams. Louis wanted desperately to support her, but they hadn’t the money to send her to Anvil or Kvatch, or even Skingrad further to the east. Their little farm brought in enough mone
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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 seen other Ayleid ruins one may be surprised by the Tower because it's not translucent but dark, only here and there dotted with small windows to allow air circulation and a meagre amount of light. He stands now in one of the small pinpoint pools and feels his lungs ache and his knees burn. He is old.
Maybe, he thinks as he moves on, his frailty is
Cyrodiil Can Wait a Little LongerIt 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.:thumb175926097: :thumb116457230: The List, 1 - 100 by SidheJester
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 his knowledge was. Something that worried him was the fate of the one who had brought him this malevolent book. Although reassured that she had merely transported it from the Mythic Dawn shrine to his own hands, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. It wasn't a matter of trusting her -- far from it, he had put his life in her hands many times -- but more of
Stamps
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Artisan Crafts
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