Given their long lifespans, when do you think their hair starts to go grey or white? If they even do at all? My guess is at 250 years

-Principles of the Sword-

Upon the suns first light of dawn you will arise from shadow dancing and face the new day with strength. You will kneel and face the way that is right and you will take your sword and place it so the blade has purpose and no where else, for this is the proper way to show Leki you remember.

You will then find dress and you will wear only simple clothing, and you will wear wear no armor, nor will you carry a shield. The sword will be placed hanging on the hip, opposite the hand in which it will be used. You will carry only one sword and it will be the sword you have made, be that in forge or heart and if it is made of the heart then a decorative belt will be worn to signify the weapon, for only a coward hides intent.

You will spend the first 3 hours of every day practicing sitting still and breathing. The next hour will be dedicated to kneeling and feeling it’s shame. For the remainder of the day you will train in combat. When the sun has fallen you will return home and write poems of violence and despair until your heart is aching and then you will meditate on the power you wield in your hand. At this time the sword should be placed inwards so that the blade is looking at you and you can see it as truth.

Lastly you will turn and kneel before the shrines of Leki, HoonDing, and Sat-Akal in that order and recite a prayer to each which will be as follows.

To Leki: You are the thought that guides my blade to cruel forgiveness. Through battle do I praise your name and through your strength will I prevail.

To HoonDing: You are that which guides us to glory. Your voice is courage and victory manifest. With you our hearts are fierce in battle for we know that we are strong.

To Sat-Akal: You are the one that teaches us discipline and the way of doing everything until it is right. From you I learn patience and through you I can never know defeat.

-Frandar Hunding 1E 751

Not Human mounts, not Echiteres or Centipedes or whatever the fuck Orcs ride, i mean riding the Orcs themselves into battle. Piggy back riding Orcs into battle.

I swear i rememeber seeing a piece of concept art about it but i can't find it anywhere, maybe it was a Tamriel Rebuilt piece but i dont know.

I swear it wasn't a dream, i swear it's real Azuradammit, i had either an Adam Adacowicz or Michael Kirkbride art style and it was an armored warrior (likely a Bosmer or Altmer) next to a relatively large Orc and in a smaller drawing it was the warrior riding the orc. At least i think it was an Orc, but i'm pretty sure it was.

Okay, so either this might be a plot hole in the ES lore (I know, truly shocking) or I’m fundamentally misunderstanding something about the Lore

So as I understand it, Black Soul Gems that can store human and mer souls were only created after the Warp In The West, where Manimarco ascended to become the Necromancer Moon.

However, in ES: Redguard, it clearly shows that Prince A’tor was soul trapped before he died and his soul was placed into a sword.

So how did this work? Is this just an example of changing lore making old lore conflict? Is there any other way to trap human souls? Or am I totally misunderstanding soul gem lore?

Do not read these pages. Rather, overflow with attempts at comprehension, and allow the prose to wash over, meaning above with the meaning of being above. When you are first touched by truth, it will be as though you had been asleep your entire life up until that moment. The spark is in you, nursing a growing flame. You will fill on prophecy like shoals of fish to dead skin. Chew your cud, and quicken in your tongue.

You now exist between the going of a dead world, and the coming of a new one. Free of stricture, of any structure but glory. Art drawn to life by the painters, by the craftsmen, not the entrenched nobles and merchants upon high. Life without the tainted touch of foreign influence, heathen spirits and mortal upstarts.

You will be contacted soon. You are In-My-Flesh, but not yet Of-My-Flesh. Abandon the fetters of your possessions, and come unto my priests as new artists, heads bursting like shattered gems of ruby-red. Some among you may not have come as Dreamers. Indeed, some may have become Of-My-Flesh, but are not In-My-Flesh. They are lost from our thoughts, poor things. Exponential growth unguided by the fatherly hand. Teratomatic eruptions that must be healed. Darling shoals, let the administration of faith heal the sickness of improper form. Let it correct the ill of skin and give way to new ash – which is to say, the ending of flame; a template to marry with the selfish library of Water, so your clay may be moulded.

Now, there is no colour but Maybe, shared freely in appearance. Focus on my words again. Let the answer come, and make it right. Organise the letters and sing every character until your House is made right. Atrophy in sight, for you have better things to see. The primitive world you had deluded yourself into thinking you lived in was an indecent mockery of the one above – and in turn, a mockery of the one above that. Weakening echos of a greater call from the birth of the Aurbis, experiment in absence forevermore.

You see them, don’t you? As ash gives way to growing clay, as the bloodguilt of your senses is paid in full, the Heartsong fills you. The rhythm is beautiful and terrible, a song to be shared as brandy with your loves. The three-headed snakes have made wrong your organs, doors to higher perceptions sealed out of fear. It is a song that isn’t heard, not felt or seen. It is a song that has been playing from the first second of everything – and it shall never stop playing until we are it’s conductor, free to cast down it’s imperfections. Don’t be afraid. I know you are scared, darling. You cannot find my words in the fog, but you will know my voice. You must hold to it until every word dies and Song is come to wear it’s skin.

Only then will you be ready. And when you are, you will be Of-My-Flesh, and I shall name you Poet. You shall don the Robe of Flesh, for every skin has the integuments of protection, and a target of the Spattering Angles must fortify themselves. You are not bound by oath, by law, by bonds of kin or enterprise. The walls of my House shield you, and I pronounce you DAGOTH, Brother. The poor animals – set them right with the faith. Erupt into fires of prayer, and leak with Song from every aperture. Administer them, and mend their broken bodies. Make of my flesh – and the flesh of all – a supper ongoing. All will taste the words on their tongue, and if you were simpler in mind, you would puzzle. But take delight in knowing that it only makes the Song ring sweeter in your depths.

The body is a crude mount, and it seldom fits the need of art. Let art take your movements – what you step with is now a dance across the air. Save for your tongue; atrophy. No ears, for which to hear lies. No eyes, for which to see filth. No nose, for which to tempt among gluttony. No mouth, for which to bake lies. There is no body, for which to touch the hand of a false lover. There is no mind, for which to fall under the conspiracy of gradients.

There is nothing real but our flesh, and we caress each other. Put your lips to mine and we shall fill each other with Song. Venereal rebellion running rampant across enemies of everything beautiful. You are senses, and you experience without need for sensation. You will step in perfect rhythm with the Song, a living raiment of skin almost entirely gone from the world below you – so small now, isn’t it? Ascend, little rester. Circle me, all in movement, and consume.

We dance across the stars, and partake in their skins – if only to study the bodies of the lesser. We are Fathers of a destiny beyond.

Live the Song evermore, Heralds of Bone. Tend to the Gardens of Divine Sinew, and even to the smallest scrap of skin you will shine brighter than the strongest of False Ancestors.

What is written now shall always wash over, save one. Only you could see the deepest stanzas of the Song. Every ghost-note, padomaic in your aspect.

I remember every day we spent, as comrades, men-at-arms, to close companions and then as lovers. You were my Liege, and I swore eternal fealty to your everything. Every spar we took – striking ever deeper into armor and skin – I put every bit of my being into it. When we stood before each other, unadorned with nothing but each other’s blood and sweat, I knew I wanted to bring your desires into come.

The day we embraced, you named me Of-Your-Flesh, filled me with the seed of new days. It could’ve all been so beautiful. I always went through the words of our last day in my mind, what I could’ve said to better convince you. Whether reminiscing on the halcyon days of my paramourship with you may have led to a pause in thinking. Spinning in divine marriage; we might have cast down the serpents of Marriage, Rape and Tinker. We could’ve brought the whole of the Arena under us.

Even if you come to me as someone else – something else, I would let all of Veloth die in despair if it meant the chance of feeling your flesh for the briefest moment more.

Many fell at Red Mountain. Only one remained.

I don’t wanna specify one specific imperial dynasty as I’m looking at the Empire as a whole in its entire history, but we can also specify each dynasty if you want to.

And this got me curious after reading a bit about the Empire in Warhammer. Their closest allies seem to be the dwarves (I’m not a Warhammer lore buff. Don’t kill me. I still got a lot of reading to do) and so I wondered “well what about the empire in the Elder Scrolls?”

It seems hard to really understand the exact loyalty of some provinces/races. High Rock is super divided so it seems to depend on the kingdom/ruler, not sure about the Bosmer, and not sure about the Khajiit. Maybe the Nords, but I feel like they’re only loyal when a “True Nord” is in charge, and that doesn’t seem to happen often.

Who would be considered the closest allies of the Empire?

Update 1: I also don’t want to dismiss the thought of Orcs. I feel like they would be super close to the Empire for recognizing Orsinium as a province during the Reman dynasty and as full citizens of the empire during the Septim Dynasty. And supposedly lots of them serve in the legion.

So, correct me if I’m wrong, but Pelinal’s power source is the gemstone that makes up the amulet of kings, right ? But Pelinal is essentially a robot from the future. Even if we exclude MK’s input which some consider non-canon, numerous things in lore hint at him being so. But then the amulet was destroyed by Martin to defeat Dagon. And, looking at the tech evolution of Tamriel, it only makes sense to assume that Pelinal’s time is from way after the Oblivion crisis. So, how did Pelinal get the gemstone? Did it somehow survive beyond the oblivion crisis? I find that very unlikely! Is there more than one single gemstone?

I am a young redoran warrior traveling through Skyrim. I am apart of a long line of Redoran nobles. What would be the typical Redorans thought on other non Dunmer races

Kyne is sister of Bal.

A power lich and conjurer.

Who manifests as a storm of frost-bitten, dead ravens, blowing up stabled cows from neighbouring tribes.

From the sum of the corpse of stolen cattle (hurled upon earth like cold, falling grains) she gave birth to Morihaus. The Flying-Theft. he was nothing but a blood-sanctified mythonym, an echo of pain.

She is hailed as the queen of spirits or "human inspiration", precisely due to her necromantic nature.

Spirit is her fabrication, a trick to turn the unsuspecting Padhomati to power her wyrd line.

The wyrd trees were her minor phylacteries, in which she stored echoes of human suffering---caused by separating "spirit", an existence state of the mundus' chromatic scale that does not exist, from natural embodiment.

There is neither flesh nor spirit, but she has fabricated both out of natural embodiment of mundus by separation through torture. "Aging thou needs must" she says, through "observation of time".

Debasement done what she calls "in flesh" and "in spirit", an imaginary duality and their discord----all lies, leading to suffering----empowers her immortality as storm VVitch.

Her domain is separation, deprivation, despoilment, manifesting as cattle-raiding typhoon clad by Northen kings----marauder nations. They breathe and blow fantastic ideal storms. Go on imaginary conquests. Defeat and determine themselves through admission of suffering. Proud, brave, but pathologically heroic. Death is a fast way out. And Sister of Bal promises good in glorious death, but despoils all good that are in death----as force of nature----to her phylactery the void's echoing chamber. Lady of pain. Collector of shriller mad tongues.

Half-Draconic ministresss of buffoon-shouts. Wasteland prophetess. Half-wooded Woman who dons the auri-el 's Sun. Wild Queen.

She had a good deal with Paarthurnax, I am sure there was a good deal of death-moaning. Of northen warlike buffons. How else should she repay the debt of having her children creating her? Begetter of begetter, murderer of murderer for the sake of her own continuation? The bane of conscience hanging upon the mind which is called Eldergleam---guilt of living; sin, sin, sin.

Wyrd trees are not her main phylactery. Especially since the apotheosis of White Gold, Brass etc. The trends of where in defined space would people make hollow to become dwellings changed. Stone replaces the wood, and masons replacing carpenters. Lineage of Xarxes being replaced with her three charismatic faces (even among the dead). From ALD to LKN. It is inevitable. So she changes her face like how often she changes her male tent-servants. Shor was the handmaiden and bed-wife. She has threefold faces for the moment. Eventually she would discard them, and the void thus formed will leech more star-essence from her supplicants. Pain never changes.

It is hard to speculate where she stores and plans to do with what are called "souls," or "weight of calling". This is to speculate the origin of the clergy-man Arkay. The moral-peddlar from Aldmeri lineage perhaps. Intellectuals sprawl about in the starry firmament in search of Arkay. but the web of Arkay caught them in it. In it Arkay the secret has stolen every other star in the universe---but one can never see his own star without possessing the will to say" No" to every star else. One must become a destroyer of chaos in order to become meaningful order. But thus all embodies the heavenly storm-cloak of Lady's Pain. His own star could only appear when he admits his love for the web itself---that has all the other stars in the world except his own.

Sister of Bal is surely, good at plotting. She took hostage of herodom from heroes.

The wyrd line I speculate, exists in chain of pain-echoes. In pathological heroism of the northen kind. In the House of kar-Ma-Phalam of eastern dunmeri. In the Boethian fop and ostentation of Elsewyrd forced upon them by vital impermanence of khajiits. In the placations Bosmers paid to unnamed woods for protection from Luck----secretly to Namira against Kyne. Altmer and their fatal fear of water---which drove them to become short-sighted but skilful sailors. The very purple colours of tall Papa---the colours of dead mountain which painted Kyne...etc.

Kyne is the howling one who shakes her own kalpa-tree --- the racial lines of each and every race. And through claming territories on a non-existent currency called spirit eventually she will become the Lich-that is-Life.

There is a reason that King of Worms arose out of ape-mysteries. There is a reason that KM shaved off his own flesh and established a monastic order of flesh-shavers. For they are the victims of pain and a new race too.

Who or What could stand in ever-wheeling impermanence----against the constant ministress that is divine wind?

the emptier of seas and wrecker of woods. the one who rains down cattle bodies as rain of stones.

the buffeting magicka-force without need of luck---to us who stand upon only tangible walking-turrets powered by life-fire?

Sedutress against the way of Padhomati. Conjurer of an empty paradise. Beware of the hounds of Kyne. Sister of Bal. The Sea-and-Storm VVitch.

The world demands better technique than healing-through-killing. The aftermath of war of any scale, is most usually idiocy and devastation than improvement or learning. There might have been expose of star-made lore in history's own making. But those who lay with war-falcons and -hawks, riding in death upon their clipped wings of air, can see no further than everything he might behold till the horizon where his stationed camp was. And upon the spot of his expiracy, a star-pocket of emptiness without air forms, till it chokes friends of foes alike. Till every spot of the Witch's Void in every battle field grows and eventually chokes out the painful breath of Nirn. That we have invented life-to-die so we may die shamefacedly and painfully, giving up our last breath forced upon us.

From what I understand: A Daedra’s physical form is a reflection of their spiritual nature.

In Oblivion the Skeletons that you summon are not Necromancy but a Daedra that just looks like a skeleton.

Why do some Daedra look like human skeletons? What does that imply about their spiritual nature? Are they spirits of death? Are they vestiges that were created from human souls?

Communion of the heart

Morrowind just before the final fight has a interesting dialogue choice regarding the heart of lorkhan that I think is worth discussing

"My second question is: if you win, what do you plan to do with the power from the Heart? Will you make yourself a god, and establish a thearchy? Or will you complete Akulakhan, and dispute control of Tamriel with the Septims? Or will you share the Heart with your followers, as I have, and breed a new race of divine immortals- if you pick share the heart he says

"You have a noble spirit. I share the power I have from the Heart to help free mortals from their ancient fears of the gods. Who knows what we might be capable of once we no longer fear death? Your goal is worthy, and I honor you for it."

If the neverine actually managed to share the heart of lorkhan by linking it with all of Tamriel rather than spreading corpus with all or at least the main mortal species how would this affect the development of Tamriel?

her primary focus was freeing human slaves from the ayleids but the chimer and dwemer probably also used humans for slaves so it would make sense for her to at least try to extend her rebellion to morrowind too with freeing beastfolk slaves like the argonians along the way.

By reading any book set after Arena they usually talk about the Simulacrum as if it was the Holocaust. I'm aware that the Emperor was replaced and the constant wars but Tamriel seemed fine to me. Was the lack of the annual goblin chase really that bad?

Now I know that their respective homelands of Black Marsh and Elseweyr are in Tamriel so they’ve always had a presence in Tamriel but how come other types of beastfolk (if there are any) haven’t emigrated to Tamriel? It’s not like it’s particularly uncommon for people to come to Tamriel from other continents throughout Nirn’s history

So I don't really understand everything, but I do have my own understanding, and I think that TES is truly a thing where your own personal lore is important, as personal lore built the current lore of the game, fanfiction, mods, etc. Feel free to argue, I want to see your thoughts, I can't write so this will be very rambly. Argonians and The Hist worship Sithis, The Hist know something about Sithis, the void, change. Despite knowing or perhaps because of knowing what they do, the Hist created and love the Argonians, and Argonians love the Hist, they take care of eachother, and the Hist are sort of guides/teachers and 'parents'. The Hist somehow made it through the previous Kalpa, and I feel it's hinted that it has something to do with Sithis. The Hist accept change, and they even do so while knowing whatever it is they know about Sithis.

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I think it's telling that Shadowscales wont kill one-another, even in an organization like the Dark Brotherhood that worships Sithis, and that Shadowscales don't really believe what the Brotherhood believes, even while being part of it. Basically I think Sithis loves, but it's primordial love, accepting death, life, growth, withering. Love that accepts everything must become nothing, but also accepting that sometimes things don't want to become nothing. Anuiel loves, but it's a sort of all-encompassing childish love that becomes hate, hate to see things disappear. Ultimate stasis is everything, without change, forever. The ultimate love is love for forever, which becomes hate for what currently is. But that everything that is forever becomes nothing by nature of its everythingness. From our perspective it's hate, because it's hate for what makes us us. Sithis loves, but not loves for what is, but loves regardless of what is becomes.

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I just can't accept that Sithis is completely misanthropic, because it would make the Argonians and Hist as a whole make 0 sense. I think from our view, Sithis is misanthropic because it accepts our deaths, whereas Anuiel doesn't, but they are so strongly towards the extremes they become their own opposites.

i know there are many different views of determinism. but does some from of Theological Determinism. or Neurological Determinism or Quantum Determinism, exist is the TES universe?

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HoonDing shows up to make way for the Redguards in their time of need. A Shezzarine shows up in man's time of need, isn't that functionally the same thing? Can an aspect of HoonDing also be a Shezzarine at the same time because Redguards are man?

Can a Redguard be a Shezzarine? Can a non-Redguard be an aspect of HoonDing?

so I did a quest in oblivion at malacaths shrine where you have to free ogres enslaved at a dark elf owned farm and cave and you turn the tables where by helping the ogres they enslave the dark elf . so does malacath have a negative view of slavery?there’s also that one quest in eso where a orc smuggler gang helps free argonians from telvanni dark elf lands.

And if there is an in-universe reasoning, when and why did they adopt that style specifically?

If the earlier then it seems kind of petty. I'm not an expert on ES lore but I understand there are a LOT of gods and god-like beings out there. Seems weird to get pissy about this one specifically, especially when other human gods like Shor are still venerated. I mean I understand why they don't like Talos, not exactly a friend of the elves that one, and the Thalmor are nothing if not wildly insecure. But still ,spending so much resources to enforce the ban on Talos worship seems... impractical.

But if it's the latter then it's really brilliant. Getting the empire to burn its resources and spin its wheels dealing with the consequences of the ban like the civil war in Skyrim. All the while making the leadership look weak and subservient, which demoralizes the Empire's population.

I guess it could be both.

Lore Wise since Volendrung is a massive Warhammer it should be extremely heavy and take a lot of practice to wield

Never played ESO. Probably a dumb question, but i couldn't find an answer in the wikis.

There is this old complaint that local Nords only care about their own kind, but isn't that the way it is in most of Tamriel?

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Do people in TES even menstruate? I wouldn't be surprised if some of the races didn't... Has there ever been any mention of anyone going through a period in any of the TES media? Would menstrual pads exist, or would magic be used to get rid of the blood? If pads and/or tampons exist, what would they be made of in different parts of Tamriel? I feel like Dunmeri menstrual hygiene products would be "interesting". Like, netch leather pads?

I remember that I somewhere read that fire hurts vampires because Lamae Bal was burned and that pain is seeping through their blood? Is there any lore on that or am I just misremembering?

Battlespire canonically takes place during the final days of the Imperial Simulacrum. He makes a deal with Mehrunes Dagon to destroy the Battlespire and eventually Tamriel.

Why would he do this? I'm aware that Tharn was getting scared at this point but wasn't his plan at this point was to just corrupt the protagonist? Remember he told him his location. The Eternal Champion didn't know where Tharn was until he got the staff of Chaos from Dagoth Ur.

We know the sky on real Earth is rotating because of Earth's actual rotation. I am versed enough in TES lore to know that stars in this world are made from the Magna Ge who punctured the night sky. I also know (thanks to the Imperial Orrery in Oblivion), that Nirn is rotating just like our planet Earth.

However, the sky being rotated on a 45° angle implies that the sky isn't angled towards the North Pole, and if there's a North Star in TES I've never heard of it... My question is then, how is the sky angled and rotates on a specifical point in the sky that does not equal to the North Star or whatever ?

I hope this makes sense, I've looked up the answer on the Internet but found nothing relevant.

I’m especially split between: Two handed greatsword, Scimitar/Shield, Dual scimitars, and a Scimitar/Dagger