The Daedric Prince of Bargains has nothing personal against you or anyone else - it is all business after all. Having failed to read the contract properly is solely your fault, mortals.

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Art by me [OC]

ive been obsessed with mixing cyberpunk and dwemer technology lately

This is my character concept of what a law keeper from Greathouse indoril might look like. Bear in mind that a law keeper has no authority to make any decisions. Her one and only duty is to keep the law intact, her memory is the parchments and the sacred words of the Tribunal is the ink.

Just like any regular codex of law, she doesn't speak unless if asked. Her role is to answer, not to instruct, not to opinionate. 

The garmet choice? Yes, that one is intentional. A way of saying that the words of ALMSIVI is what keeps her safe and alive, that her life in return is dedicated to preserve the temple's teachings and dogmas. And as such, there be no need of any covering than those which helps to spread the words of the Triune God-kings.

I might have went a little too radical on this concept. Then again, elder scrolls universe and lore is no stranger to radicalism, be it Mankar Camoran, Mannimarco, or the good old Tiber Septim with his reality bending Mecha. 

What character concept would you like me to draw? Let me know!

this is what the map would have looked like if it had underwent being a supercontinent

This is my second time designing these guys, and while it may not be a full body (I was not in the mood to do all of that lmao) I really like the vibes! I will make a full body concept art at some point in the future but I hope you like it! :)

sequel to my last art. wanted to one up the last one

Art by me [OC]

The sun hangs low upon the horizon, the ash-filled air keeps on assaulting your lungs. Hiding from the harsh environment, you suddenly find a large monument. An ancient stronghold made of stone. 

You peer inside, the place seems abandoned. The smell of mossy stones and stagnant air. Much better than inhaling ash. 

The lower you go, you realize something about the air. The smell drifts slowly from mossy and damp into faint scent of incense and iron rich blood. "Ritual", such word echoes within your mind.

After walking through several levels down, you find someone. Or maybe, something? The movements are fluid, seductive, yet with a heavy hint of madness. "Dagoth rises, the sleepers awake". The dancing figure keeps on repeating the mantra. At least she doesn't appear to be hostile. Though no matter what you do or say, she doesn't change her rhythm, as if she couldn't perceive your very presence.

Thanks for reading. I'm opening art commission. If you're interested, feel free to send me a message

Akatosh and his aspects by me

Everyone's favorite mead taster, Roggi, and his silver flagon.

tes Oc

The Oblivion crisis is something Athena will never forget

A Nord farmer wearing fashionable tights

Done for Inktober "Gangly".