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Sakin the Dwemer Smith
This book is the sequel of Sakin the Dwemer Smith, the first book is Sakin the Ash Smith.

Several drawings in this one and you can see Sakin has improved over the years =D The vision from his dream is more naive but at the same time I think it fits. I’ve always tried to picture what those dreams we had in Morrowind could be like, I regreted that it was only a text sum up and not some ingame vision…

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3E214 Second Seed
“How do we get out of here?”
“Why get out? Don’t you feel the breathe of Charma? The intensity of past mingling into a new brew of worlding?”
“Do you realize your words make less and less sense?”
“That is for you have to dive in them with your hearth. Follow the pace and breathe the words.”
“You look strange… What’s happening to you, Ralas? What’s going on here?”
“I’m about to awake, my friend, I feel the embrace of my lord in my dreams, I’m dancing with him… The blessing is coming. The true blessing. Not the curse like them.”
He looked at some Corprus stalkers further away. For some reason they weren’t attacking us but I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not.
“You mean Corprus? That’s the …blessing?” I freaked out.
“Yes, friend. But fear not. It might scare you but I will not harm you. You have mercy beyond the hatred you bear for those poor souls that were unable to appreciate the knowledge of the lord bloating their bodies. Their flesh suffers from what the mind cannot accept and they will be swallowed as long as they can’t find the way, the true path, the right pace. The peace.”
I felt dull, still exhausted.
“I like you, Ralas… I don’t want to loose you like this…”
“As Dagoth Reler told me, there is no loss in salvation, Sakin. I am peaceful, dreaming softly. I am ready to awake but I swear I will not forget about you. You’ll join us when the time comes for you to do so. I will lead you to Charma’s Breathe and maybe you’ll wish to breathe the real air outside but I know you’ll come back. When time comes.”
“Did you talk about getting outside?”
“I will show you the way. But in time. Sleep now, child, sleep.”

Sakin the Dwemer Smith
This book is the sequel of Sakin the Dwemer Smith, the first book is Sakin the Ash Smith.

There’s a little drawing at the end of the book and more to come in the next one :) I really like the lines of Ralas, it was great to write and I hope you enjoy.

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3E214 First Seed
I’ve found a rather safe spot. I’m still shocked. Very much so. I was in the stronghold, searching. A true labyrinth! I got completely lost, everything looked the same and I felt like running in circles again and again so I tried to get down some stairs for I thought maybe I climbed some stairs and didn’t remember it. I thought I remembered there were stairs involved at some point. Down there it was even more or a labyrinth and I couldn’t find where I came from. I’m so stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid Sakin!

[…]

“Only our lord, Dagoth Ur is true as he always was, loyal Dagoth Ur.”
“It’s the one that lives in the volcano, somewhere atop the Red Mountain. It’s your lord now?”
“I heard his voice, Sakin. He spoke to me, he gave me comfort and opened my eyes to the reality of this world. All is inversed. The chairs are on the tables. The Tribunal is evil and the dream is real. The false gods will fall while he rises.

TES – Another Book of Daedra

Another Book of Daedra
You can read below what’s the aim of this book, in short it’s with not surprise a book about the 16 Daedra princes. This is again a production from that RP session, I’m not telling it’s entirely canon but I think it’s still a vision matching the lore.

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You probably already know the wondrous Book of Daedra describing the spheres of the Daedra princes and maybe you think this present book is a rip off. Not exactly I would say. This book is also about the Daedra princes and their spheres but the focus is more on the “why” than on the “who and what”.
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To begin I will remind you first what Daedric planes are: Daedra princes themselves. There is no real difference between the prince and the realm, neither between the prince and any lesser Daedra. They are all a same energetic entity divided in different aspects, what we call the prince is the concept governing this energy. So when you conjure a Daedroth you’re actually inviting a little piece of Molag Bal on Tamriel.
[…]

The Book of Q'amsha
Ooookay, so this is not a book for everybody I assume. It’s the anuad I told about time ago, the text was done but I needed to find time to make the illustrations. Those who’ve read many TES books may think I’ve smoked the Mysterium Xarxes stuffed with the Lessons of Vivec I guess
Actually the Q’amsha is some sort of weird little tribe composed of characters “who have changed” along an irl RP session of several months, few months ago. Raton was a rat that was changed into a young Dunmer after eating bits of the “Great Mushroom of the Dremora-mer” (you can lol).
I played his role and at some point had to tell his vision of the anuad and this book is almost exactly what I improvised, I just detailed a little more the part about Mythic Dawn and made the part about Alduin more clear after playing Skyrim few hours.
For total improvisation I think it’s not bad XD

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[…]
Light Brother looks and stops Dark Brother as he’s about to kill Creation again.
“This is Nirh and I give her my perfecting love for love is the miss.”
“You do not understand, Creation is my love for Creation is me. That is why I will destroy it again and give it birth again for that is how I love.”
[…]
The truth was so strong though that even rightly born the Dragon of Time is wounded and from this wound his love is spilled as his first son is born, the Devouring Time bearing the original will of Dark Brother, the Dark Hour that revolves itself endlessly like the spinning serpent.
[…] (yes, these are Akatosh and Alduin)
But the Khajiit did not fit perfectly in the Earth Bones and their shape was unstable.
“Not this mistake again,” Lorkhan said. “Change is a good thing. The Earth Bones are too tight for the cat people so I will give them my bones. Look how I walk and follow me, on the tip of your toes or on flat foot as I do, with all your mass weighting strong on the ground or swift dexterity to stand up with a perfect balance.” And so the Khajiit would look like Lorkhan walked.
[…]
Lorkhan was then mortal and his body was torn and crumpled into balls of flesh that became the moons. But one of the Aedra had come to love Lorkhan with whom she had many children that were the men of the North. It was Kyne that became the sky where she could lull the moons at night.
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Sakin the Dwemer Smith
This book is the sequel of Sakin the Dwemer Smith, the first book is Sakin the Ash Smith.

I must warn you, there are few illustrations in this book and one is supposedly explicit and mature content.

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3E208 Frostfall
Something very strange happened with the radio-wave detector. It was buzzing again and I tweaked a little the buttons to put make it do the right sound again but in spite of the drunk Silt Rider sound I started to hear scratchy noises. And something sounding like voices. I freaked out a little and dared ask a question to the device. It was something like this:
“Are you the voice I hear speaking in that wicked language?”
It answered after a little time. “In which realm are you?” it said.
“Morrowind, I guess. The land of my Dunmer ancestors I’d say. Who are you for the sake of Azura? Will you damn leave me alone at night?”
It took a little time again. “Who are you?” I wondered if it was some sort of echo.
“I’m Sakin Odinsar-Tibashipal. Does it matter? Will you stop your freaky talking?”
“Is that you who’s messing the communications?” It asked. It then said lots of stuff I didn’t understand apart “radio-waves”.

Sakin the Dwemer Smith
This book is the sequel of Sakin the Ash Smith

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3E204 Sun’s Height
I don’t understand! It’s frustrating! I’ve found a similar piece in all those machines including that detector device but I don’t get what it does. It seems to have no effect, removing it doesn’t change anything… But there must be a purpose… I shall find out.

I hope there’s a forge in the next room. All that Dwemer stuff is frustrating me, I feel like my rats in their cage except that they have company of their kind and seem to enjoy life as they fuck each other all day long. I’m so alone… I’m upset, I can’t bear their sight today. I miss Eli, I miss my father, I miss the tribe… I want to go home and I hate those horrible creatures outside!

Azura, please, hear my prayers! I can’t spend all my life here! Please, please… Make those monsters go away so I can get out…

Another Book of Daedra
This is the first book of the story of Sakin Odinsar-Tibashipal, the Dunmer Ashlander blacksmith. It’s beginning prior to the events of Morrowind (and all other previous TES games actually), it’s a quite fun adventure written int he form of diaries.

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3E203 Frostfall
The wise woman told me I should care about what I write in this diary in case it’s found by an outsider. So I won’t talk about the tribe.
The other day I went to Ashurnabitashpi with Elirabael, my best friend. We found a clanfear and killed it then took its claws. I’ll make pretty pendants with them. I like making jewelry time to time. In the ruin I tried to mine the walls a bit. Elirabael says it’s useless because even if I can cut a piece of Daedric stone off the wall I can’t melt it. I say it must be possible with a fire hot enough. I’ve heard there’s hot fire in Dwemer ruins so one day I’ll take a piece of Daedric stone to a Dwemer ruin and I’ll show them it’s possible.

3E203 Evening Star
It took time but I finally got that piece of Daedric stone! It’s not huge but I’m sure there’s enough to make a blade. Elirabael says I’m crazy but he still came with me everyday. He says it was just because he likes sneaking and backstabing the Daedra but I know he believes in me. That’s how we are. Manly friends.

Dunmer tactics of guerilla
[upate: pdf is up, excerpt below!]

I’m really thrilled by Skyrim though I haven’t played for over a week… I am so thrilled that I need to write and I want to take the time to enjoy the game slowly and fully. Also I’m on my internship and so I’m quite tired when I get back home at night. But I’m working on video games so I can’t complain!
I have several TES books in waiting to be proofread one last time before submission. For this first one I owe a lot to my girlfriend for the RP session we had setting in the middle of the war between Morrowind and Black Marsh after the Oblivion Crisis, it was a lot of fun and it inspired me a lot. I quickly came with this story, characters and it was done. I hope you enjoy as much as I had fun writing this.

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“We should fight,” I said after drinking maybe a bit too much Sujamma that night.
“You are c-crazy, Sethyn, let’s leave the fight to Houses Indoril and Redoran…”
“You are the crazy one, Nerril, if you think they can defend us.There was already hardly a handful left of them since the civil war, the Oblivion crisis about wiped the Redoran and I won’t talk about the Argonians. The armed arm of Morrowind is no more.”
“Damn those lizards! When you think we fought that civil war because of them already! Damn Helseth and his trade ban to Oblivion! If Khajiits ever join in they’d better bring some moon sugar along!” Roran spat.
Maybe it was that drop of Skooma we droped in the bottle but I suddenly had an idea.
“Say, Roran, you’re good at conjuration, right?”
“Quite so, yes… Azura…”
“Yes, taught you the way in dream, spare us your story again. So you can conjure some Daedra, right? The ones that fly.”
He nodded. “Winged Twilights.”
“I’ve heard about the weird trees of the Argonians, trees that can move, I’ve heard they gathered along the border again. They say they’re leading the Argonians or stuff like that. Maybe that’s some invention of Sheogorath to trick us but what about we try to bypass those stupid lizards and attack directly the trees? You know what they say, it’s better to cut the evil at root…”
We all laughed until they realized I was serious despite the joke.

TES 3 – Var Var Var II

Sequel to Var Var Var – Book I. After the Khajiits got freed the life goes on in Ebonheart.
Regarding the illustrations the style evolves to reflect the new quality of life.

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Var Var Var – Book II
by S’ahara

[…]M’ahara took the name of S’ahara for now she was a mother, and after all she had been into she was not a young Khajiit anymore but a mature adult. To this son she loved with all her heart she gave the name J’aiq. The mere fact of seeing him filled her with the greatest bliss for he was her son and Kumara’s son.[…]

(click the image above to read the story)

TES 3 – Var Var Var I

I wrote this TES fanfiction in French first, something like one year ago and decided to translate it. Formated as an Elder Scrolls book it looks quite long but actually it’s only 5 pages long plus the illustrations! =D
The story sets in Morrowind and is written from a Khajiit female’s point of view. The first book is mostly about slavery in the mines of Caldera, the 3 other books of the series will come as I translate them.
Regarding the illustrations I kept the style quite naive and primitive and tried to make the drawings look a bit like they were carved in wood with feline claws. …Do you remember a note from the foremen threatening the Khajiit slaves who would scratch the furniture?

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Var Var Var – Book I
by M’ahara

[…] M’ahara didn’t like this. She yet started to miss her home of Elsweyr. Now there was no more sand under her feet, only black earth, hard and dirty, melting into mud as the sky cries, staining her fur and sticking under her claws.
“Don’t be this sad…” one of the dark elves told M’ahara. “If it can make you feel better I’m offering you this bracelet of mine.” – As he said this the other elves laughed and the Khajiit thought maybe Dunmer had some sort of humor in the end.
“And don’t worry, everybody will get one…” The Dunmer added as he took some bracelets out of a bag. The jewels shone like nacre under the sun and M’ahara couldn’t help but shiver with envy. Of course no Khajiit was to refuse these gifts and all laid one of those marvels on the silky fur of their wrists. […]

(click the image above to read the story)