Adventures in Tamriel


Long days, pleasant nights!

Hello!┬áThis is Beautiful Tamriel, a collection of screenshots from the Elder Scrolls games. It’s a lovely game. You should wander over.


ESO – Near Nimalten, the Rift

ESO – Blackwood

Blackwood’s atmosphere feels as cloying as that of Murkmire. There are much fewer bugs but way more frogs.

ESO – Craglorn, revisited

It’s been some time since I’ve gone to Craglorn. Groups gather there in the weekends for pick-up games and I often feel squishy as a dps wanting to join in. I don’t play meta, and many want a fast clear, so that means many want meta builds. Events are a great time to catch up on clearing group bosses for the zones the events are in, and that’s what I do here. Oh, and the quests of course! Craglorn’s quests are interesting. I just wish the sand wouldn’t get in my boots as much.

ESO – a dolmen in Reaper’s March

Dolmens make the sky look pregnant with possibilities.

ESO – Misty morning in Greenshade

A misty morning in Greenshade means chill wind as I rush through my errands. A Wood-Orc chieftain needs to be slain. I’ll have to find him first.

ESO – Somewhere in Blackwood

Blackwood’s quite fun. I wonder how long they took to make this and whether Mehrunes Dagon stayed still for this pose.

ESO – Jode’s Core

This journey I took some time ago yet it still haunts me. I can smell the burnt summers of Elsweyr baked into the earth. The air tingles with electricity, an anticipation of a future loss.

ESO – Humblemud Home

I really should do more pictures of my abodes. Everyone knows housing is the real end game.

ESO – Elsweyr’s Sun

Sunlight in Elsweyr is a wonderful thing. Westworld vibes.

ESO – In Western Skyrim, a serial killer lives

Near where the Chilbain harrowstorm floods the sky with crimson, west of Dragonbridge, there lies a non-descript hut warmed by a fireplace. If you wander there, you will see that the man lying beside the fireplace isn’t sleeping.
In fact, he is very much dead. Beside him, heated by the warmth of the fireplace are two pots of stew and a skewer of unrecognisable meat. It smells faintly aromatic, and Anja’s stomach hungers from her long adventure. Was he the owner of this hut?
Thinking the owner wouldn’t mind – why would someone dead mind? – she wanders around the hut, thinking that she might glean something else. She was greeted by another corpse, this time, a woman with a pickaxe. Was she a miner from nearby Kathwasten? How did she meet her end?
Behind the hut was a basket of clothes of varying textures.
Lykos decided to rummage through the articles, no doubt drawn by the smell of blood on some of them.
In front of the house, a meat cleaver and rope decorated the front door. Anja is not amused. Something afoul is afoot.
Lo and behold, Lykos found the murderer’s trove. Anja supposes she can go on another hunt.