TES Summer Fest 2024
TES Summer Fest 2024 is a celebration week held between 12th August - 19th August 2024, dedicated to encouraging the creation and appreciation of fanworks of all kinds in the Elder Scrolls fandom. You can find more info at our blog, tes-summer-fest.tumblr.com, and can browse previous years' submitted works in our past collections.
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An negative experience of followers early in her career makes Kellandra Rhiannon Lorinda "the Black Arrow" Rue react poorly when it's suggested again.
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Money in the Rift changed hands as often as the leaves were gold, which was to say, a perpetual flow of currency ran like rivers through the hold. Riften was the cornerstone, the foundation of trade in the autumnal region, caravans and merchants from all across Skyrim - and some, brave or foolish, from beyond - traveling the floors of the long-armed realm, stretching over mountains and valleys and lakes. Of course, the Black-Briar family played more than a small role in the shifting tides of commerce, but who was Brynjolf to object when so much of this coin fell into his pockets?
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Can hearts steal emotions?
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The door creaked open, budged against by a figure. Alarm ran through the air, the holes in the wood like many eyes which faced the blonde woman, whose armor burned against the pale of Morthal with black and red hues. She pushed and grunted until the door flung open like a mouth, and made a slow walk into the home. The woman spoke to herself, and adjusted her cowl as she gathered tinder and gave the hearth a fire. The first one in many years, though the shack knew not how long. The flames lit, crackling as dust burnt away, and the room gathered warmth in bundles. She stood a while, stretching, seating herself near the fire, and breathing in the cold air.
She would leave shortly after this moment. A few hours later, she would return with another person, with their head covered by a sack.
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Maybe Athenath preferred to work alone. Guidance was an unnecessary burden on their shoulders, and when they thought about the hassle of having to sit by and listen to someone drone on and on about the importance of certain objects and not getting caught and all the shit they'd learned on their own ages ago, they wanted to gag. Plus, it didn't exactly pay him well. Something about the old ways of their guild must have been long, long forgotten. Fair share was a laughable suggestion. And teamwork was debatable, or downright nonexistent, depending on the person.
Or, how a future Last Dragonborn acquired their prized instrument.