Why don't the lesser races just let the Thalmor return everyone to godhood?
Why don't the lesser races just let the Thalmor return everyone to godhood?
Cuck: the post
Sadly the lesser races and even some of the lower Mer are ignorant to the events of the dawn era
manlet cope
whats a good list of mods to play skyrim with
Just go to Loverslab and download absolutely everything
Degeneracy
It's in our nature as shor's faithful to ruin the ambitions of the disciples of auri-el
I see you don't understand the metaphysics. If the Thalmor succeed, everything would return to the state prior to Lorkhan. That means that such a thing as "identity" would also cease, meaning that there wouldn't be "anybody" to "experience" anything.
because the good elf is the alive but slowly dying elf
Fuck the Thalmor
Fuck Auri-El
Fuck the Altmer
Holy Tribunal is where it's at. Renounce the false gods. Cultivate the threefold virtues of mercy, mystery, and mastery!
Breton Master Race
>And the awful fighting ended again.
>Kyne's shout brought our tribe back to the mountaintop of Hrothgar, and even our recent dead rode in on the wind of her breathing, for there had been no time to fashion a proper retreat. Their corpses fell among us as we landed and we looked on them in confusion, shaken as we were by this latest battle in the war of twilight. The chieftains of the other tribes still held their grudge against our own, Shor son of Shor; more, they had united finally to destroy us and used skin-magic to trick us into disarray.
>Shor was disgusted with the defeat, and disgusted more when reminded by Jhunal that our withdrawal had been wise, for we were outnumbered eight to one. Shor took on the form of his Totem then, which he used to better shape his displeasure, rather than to shout it aloud and risk more storm-death. His shield thanes, the brothers Stuhn and Tsun, bowed their heads, collecting the spears and swords and wine-knives Shor threw about the broken pillars of the easternmost sky-temple. The rest of us looked away and to our own, not even to acknowledge the thunderclap that signaled our Queen's arrival, who stepped in from the tunnel of her own breath last.
>Kyne had taken the head of Magnar, the jarl that betrayed the weakness of our spear-lines and fled the field. Shor shook his scaled mane. "That isn't Magnar," he said, "Magnar, I fear, fell at sunrise and became replaced by mirrors. The other chieftains are using our forms to lead us astray."
>And then Shor walked away from his War-Wife to enter the cave that led to the Underworld. He needed to take counsel with his father yet again. "Our chieftain loses heart," Dibella said, Bed-Wife of Shor, hefting another body onto the corpse pile some of us were making, "And so goes to the speak to one that has none anymore. Mirrors, indeed, and in that I see no logic."
>Tsun took her by the hair, for he was angered by her words and heavy with lust. He was a berserker despite his high station, and love followed battle to his kind. "You weren't made for that kind of thinking," Stuhn said, dragging Dibella towards a whaleskin tent, "Jhunal was. And no one should be speaking to him now." Tsun eyed the Clever Man who had heard him. "Logic is dangerous in these days, in this place. To live in Skyrim is to change your mind ten times a day lest it freeze to death. And we can have none of that now."
>Kyne could have stopped all of this but did nothing but stare at the crowd of Nords around her. Stuhn and Tsun were shifting and it was still uncouth to prevent this kind of neighboring. She looked on Jhunal and did not know if he should be spoken to or not. Rules were changing. Even her handmaiden was gone, and that lack of attendance was a transgression, but Kyne knew Mara was no doubt making treaties with one of the other chieftains, and the Pact still allowed for Tear-Wives to do that. After her husband Shor had forgotten to kiss her, a tradition among the War-Married when they returned from the field together, Kyne kept her storms to herself and knew there would be no true understanding until the twilight was lifted.
Go home, elf boy.
>Thalmer
>Shor breathed the lamplights of the Underworld to life with small whispers of fire. The dark did not frighten him-- he had been born in a cave much like this-- but nevertheless it added to the mounting disgust in his spirit. Ever since the Moot at the House of We, where the chieftains of the other tribes had accused him of trespass and cattle-theft and foul-mouthery, he knew it would come to a war we could not win. Any of those words were enough for the treason-mark, and traitors were only met with banishment, disfigurement, or half-death. He had taken the first with pride, roaring a chieftain's gobletman into dust to underscore his willingness to leave, knowing we would follow. He had taken the second by drawing a circle on the House's adamantine floor with his tailmouth-tusk which broke with a keening sound, showing the other chieftains that it would all come around again. And he took the third by vomiting his own heart into the circle like a hammerclap, guarding his wraith in the manner of his father and roaring at the other tribes, "Again we fight for our petty placements in this House, in the Around Us, and all it will amount to is a helix of ghosts like mine now spit into the world below where we fight again! I can already feel the war below us starting, and yet you have not yet thrown your first spears even here!" We took our leave of the House and would never reconvene again in this age.
Lol nice fanfic
>The Moot looked to the tribe of Ald son of Ald but he would break no oath of the Pact, saying "Shor has paid ransom now three times for the the sins we accused him of, and by that we will hold him as dead and shake not our spears against him or his kin. Of the below he speaks, he is confused by it, for under us is only a prologue, and under that still is only a scribe that hasn't written anything yet. Shor as always forgets the above, and condemns himself and any other who would believe him into this cycle." Ald's shield thane Trinimac shook his head at this, for he was akin to Tsun and did not care much for logic-talk as much as he did only for his own standing. He told his chieftain that these words had been said before and Ald only sighed and said, "Yes, and always they will be ignored. As for the war you crave, bold Trinimac, and all of you assembled, do not worry. A spear will be thrown into this soon, from Shor's own tribe, and the House of We will be allowed our vengeance."
>Shor found the alcove at the core of the world and spoke to his dead father. He said a prayer to remove any trickery of mirrors and the ghost of Shor father of Shor appeared, saying "Ald and the others have paid time and again for the the sins we accused them of, and by that you should hold them as dead and shake not the spears of your tribe against any of their kind again. Of the above he speaks, Ald is confused by it, for above us is only an ending, and above that still is only a scribe that hasn't written anything yet. Ald as always forgets the ground below him, and condemns himself and any other who would believe him into this cycle." But Shor shook his head at this, for he was akin to Ald and did not care much for logic-talk as much as he did only for his own standing. He told his father that these words had been said before and Shor only sighed and said, "Yes, and always they will be ignored. As for the counsel you crave, bold son, and in spite of all your other fathers here with me, that you create every time you spit out your doom, do not worry. You have again beat the drum of war, and perhaps this time you will win." Shor son of Shor returned then to us on the mountaintop.
>He didn't need to explain what he had learned, for we had been there with him. Trinimac left Dibella in his tent as we assembled, and he had not touched her, frozen in the manner of the Nords when we are unsure of our true place, and asked his brother to rearm him. Stuhn was confused for a moment, thinking this an odd shift, but Mara was returned and had made great headway into treaty with the other tribes, telling him that such Totems here in the twilight could now be trusted. Our Queen merely nodded to her War-Husband and shouted us back to the fields of our enemies, towards a weakened spot among their spear-lines that Magnar our scout would light for us.
>And the awful fighting began again.
Based
elder scrols is like gay and shit
Orc > shit > other races
>can't join the thalmor in skyrim 5
it's a shit game
>can't join dagoth ur
Why do people praise the third skyrim game again?
Zoinks
dont you retards get tired of posting literally the same exact pictures as yesterday? even this shor nigger posted his paragraphs again. what the fuck is wrong with you people
What's wrong with posting stories from the dawn era?
Thread was rigged from the start
Can you actually lay down your weapons and receive his mercy?
>Dwemer Achieved godhood
>Dunmer Achieved godhood
>A fucking NORD achieved godhood
>Not a single Thalmor has achieved godhood
so much for a greater race
>>Dwemer Achieved godhood
user...
Welcome, Moon-and-star
Come to me through fire and war
Ooh-Ooh
Come, Nerevar
Come and look upon the Heart
Upon the Heart
Ooh
What were the Ayleids like?
thalmor/altmer on cocaine and demon worship
Death is a mercy.
I can't tell if this is a chick or not
One gets revived in ESO
He walks into the fighter's guild and starts telling them what to do. One guy (a breton iirc) asks him who put him in charge, and the ayleid asks if he wants to duel over it if he doubts the ayleid's superiority as a warrior, and the pathetic little human shuts his mouth and does as he's told.
fucking loved murdering humans and it was an actual pastime coming up with creative ways to do it. they're the chad elves the thalmor wish they could be.
Fantasy Race I always come to hate
>Forrest Elves
>High Elves
>Halflings
>Kender
>Half-anything races (elf,orc,dwarf etc)
>Chakats and similar furry shit
Fanatasy Races I never have a strong opinion of
>Orcs (Orkz are god tier though)
>Dark elves
>Dwarves
>Gnomes
>Lizard dudes
>Insect dudes
>Beastmen with distinct culture and as untainted by furry shit as possible
Races I will always choose to play given the option
>Robots
>Undead
>Humans
>ESO
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coping """""man""""""cuck
BY AZURA BY AZURA BY AZURA
>Japanese and Korean elfs, are forgettable waifubait
>Western elf is memorable, with a distinct personality
Really activates the almonds
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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LORE ASPECT FROM THE ENTIRETY OF THE ELDER SCROLLS
The clusterfuck surrounding the battle of red mountain and the stories surrounding it, the nord perspectives (traditional and allegedly apocryphal) being one of the more interesting ones to me at least
Kirkbrides drug trips
korea's ears + japan's face + usa's personality = top tier waifu