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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.
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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.”
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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.
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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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TES – Red Riding Hood

Another Book of Daedra
What would be the story of the little red riding hood in The Edler Scrolls? Firt the wolf is not a wolf… I set the story in the Alessian period, a quite harsh time with straight religious minds.

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“What about I bring Granny one of your delicious pies, mother?” Red Riding Hood proposed. “I am done with my work, if I leave in one hour or two I’ll be there before night and back in the morning.”
Her mother smiled. “This is a good idea, dear daughter. But promise me you will not leave the road and will talk to no one on your way, there are dangerous people out there.”
“Yes, mother, I know, all are guilty until they have proven themselves innocent. I will follow my way and won’t talk with anybody,” Red Riding Hood promised.

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And so within one hour the pie was done and the daughter was gone. She went her way through the forest, following the road. As she had been walking for one hour or so without seeing anyone she heard some noise in the bushes. She screamed in terror when a mighty wolf came out.
“Wait, don’t scream,” the wolf said.
Red Riding Hood now screamed in horror as she heard the beast speaking.
“Please, don’t worry, I’m not a werewolf. I am just a poor man and I have been changed into a wolf… The only way for me to become human again is to pay my debt by helping people.”

Wild but not savage elves
[upate: pdf is up, excerpt below!]

Actually I think this book is the first I wrote since I began playing Skyrim… It’s about the Ayleid of course, the wild elves. I wrote this book in a single dash, very quickly but came with the theories inside during a RP session that lasted for a good time. There was lots lots of improvisation during the play but things just fit together on their own I guess. I hope you enjoy, I had a lot of fun writing this, especially since the character of Leon Vilmont isn’t as brave in life than he is with his quill (you know that kind of “shit happens” person?). Leon is part of the +200 characters I had to come up for this few months RP session and I really like him.

The text is a little long, barely formated like this, sorry… I used to make clean pdf. Then I took an arrow in the knee.
Next to come: another anuad and a series about male High Rock witches (vampires included) and another book of Daedra! And more again…

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To begin with I will say simply that most scholars who study the Ayleids are idiots, and the ones who are surprised that so few information can be found about them, are twice this idiot. The only lesson my father actually taught me would resume this simply: History is written by the winners and men were the winners after Alessia led the rebellion that drove out the elves up to the foundation of our great and beloved Empire. Sadly back then humans were as stupid as most still are in some places I won’t name and they merely destroyed about everything that could give us any clue about the Ayleid civilisation they so loathed. They kept only what seemed good to them, they took the White Gold Tower, they settled their quarters in what was now the Imperial City, unaware of the might of the place, never even minding about the purpose of such a construction…
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We figured out that the large stones that would raise to crush anything up the ceiling and the pierced ones that would descend to impale anything on spikes weren’t trigger as much by the pressure of weight but that of magical energy. So to say, anything alive or undead. If such a being ever walked on the trap their own energy would disturb the energy field of the trap and trigger it. You could compare those stones to the arrow hold by the archer as the bow is banded. If you tickle the archer at this precise moment — which I do not recommend just as I do not recommend walking into any trap; then the archer will likely let go the arrow. Note that eventually he’ll also get mad and beat you while the Ayleid trap has no such concerns.
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TES – Children of Shame

Children of Shame

This book was inspired by the different hints about crossbreeding found in Morrowind and Oblivion. I’m really planning to make a book mod when Skyrim is released (I’m saving book textures as you can see XD). I wouldn’t be against making it with other TES fan writers to produce more books at once…=)

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Children of Shame
by Felix Beauciel

[…] But let’s get back to love, for love is not only about making love. I won’t dissert about the matter for it is already splendidly documented in all styles of writing, especially here in Bretonia. In society lovers usually marry and form a family and that is common thing. However that is true thing for people of a same kind. Marrying a member of another specie is just terribly seen and nearly impossible.

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“I am a Breton, I am son of man and mer,”I told Tsahnarra, “there’s a taboo and like other taboos there must exist people who did cross its limits.”
“There shouldn’t be incest according to most but it exists indeed,” Tsahnarra laughed. “Go to Morrowind, it will be hard but you can find the most terrible answers over there, I am sure.”
I looked at her in disbelief, hoping I wasn’t guessing her thoughts. “I will not.”
“Of course you will for you are so curious, Tsahnarra knows,” she ensured. […]

(click the image above to read the story)