ESO-The Tamriel Chronicle, Issue #16
The Tamriel Chronicle, Issue #16
The latest creations from fans of The Elder Scrolls Online, all in one place.
We’re back with our weekly look at tons of great ESO fan art, podcasts, stories, and more. We hope you’ll enjoy this collection of links, and that they’ll inspire you to come up with your own ESO creations. If you have a link you’d like to share with us, send it in to firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll take a look.
Fan Art & Crafts
We’re always inspired by the talent of ESO fan artists. Take a look at some recent works, and don’t forget to visit our official ESO Tumblr page for more!
Skyrim Nordic War Axe – By Nappin’ Kraken Crafts
Bosmer Male & Female – By Shanku on Tamriel Foundry
Kematu Akenzua – Art by Evanyell, character by Centarius on TESO-RP
A Game of Chance: Chapter 4 – By Iogairn on TESOF
Vultus opened the door and sighed.
“You again?” he asked despairingly.
“Lovely to see you too.” Iogairn smiled and proceeded before Vultus could object “Listen, do you have the …something.?” he asked. Vultus looked puzzled. “What something?”
Iogairn just waved his hands around in front of him, as if trying to mould the potion out of the air.
“You know. The …something. The thing. The whatitsname.” After seeing none of these words brought comprehension he said. “The thing I… Iusepus broke.”
Seventy-three – By Triskele on TESOF
My dear mother,
Another day, another sandstorm. I’m currently waiting for the gates to open, for the guards to tell travellers it is safe. I have half a mind to climb the wall and look upon nature’s wrath myself – there is no sight like the sand dancing with the winds of Tava – but I wanted to write you first.
Rumors and Whispers – Collective Stories of Korva Indoril – By Korva on TESO-RP
It was a beautiful night for a social gathering at Lord Milryn’s Manor, and Korva was always on the guest list. Korva made her way through the sea of overdressed guests that were all standing near the open veranda. She stepped out into the open air and a soft breeze played with the braziers’ light, sending incense smoke billowing into a starry sky.
High Rock – By Matthew Shine
Imperial City – By Armin Gutjahr
Question of the Week Answers
We’ve gathered up some of your answers to last week’s Developer Question of the Week. Watch the video to see the full question, and look for a new Developer Question of the Week this Thursday.
The Dwemers’ Secret. I was thinking it would have a lot of Dwarven aesthetics, and a mead brewed from an “ancient dwarven spice.” Maybe have a small quest of a rival tavern to find the secret ingredient. Or if you really want to go all out you could have the tavern run by a mage who found out how to control the Dwarven robots and use them as servants in the bar. Could also be the place where you could buy a dwarven robot companion. Or maybe a combo of the two. – By Hayden H.
The Inn of the Hoary Fleece is a legendary house of ill-repute. Named for the beautiful white mane of its proprietress Sakiel–a Dunmer exile from Morrowind–who runs the establishment with her devoted twin brother Sillek, The Hoary Fleece is known far and wide for its ability to cater to a wide range of tastes and clientele, with something of a flair for the exotic. On any particular night a visitor might witness on its stage the feats of Khajiit acrobats, Argonian jugglers, or the famed merrian Dancers of the Dark Veil: a troupe of Dunmer, Altmer, and Bosmer performers. On special nights Sillek and Sakiel themselves might be performing as they are well known for their skills at knife throwing (and catching). What is not as well known, is that the twin exiles actually supervise one of the most successful spy rings in all of Tamriel. Generals and nobles, powerful merchant lords and occasionally the captain of the guard, have all been known to frequent The Hoary Fleece, and through it all, Sillek and Sakiel have gathered a wealth of information which they have secured for the highest bidder. Loyal only to each other, and to their highest paying customer, the twins have escaped their life from the Morag Tong and now concentrate on using their skills to amass a great personal fortune–because there is always opportunity for fortune in times of chaos. But what might happen if the forces of the Ebonheart Alliance should ever reach their corner of Tamriel, and their pasts finally catch up with them? – By Christopher B.
I would name a tavern “The Gutted Frog”. Set on the outskirts of a swamp its specialty is swamp frog soup. Tastes better than it sounds! Main ingredient is frog. (Let it be known, I love frogs. I just think it would work for a tavern.) – By Dylan H.
If I could name a tavern, it would be something ludicrous like “The Skipping Giant” or “The Frolicking Ogrim.” Such fun places have no need for a conventional name. Imagine the look on people’s faces when you tell them where you do your merry making. – By James H.
Shivering Saloon: A Shivering Isles/Sheogorath Themed tavern.
Vials of Vvardenfell (Alchemist): A Morrowind themed alchemy shop – perhaps in a forign land like the Black Marsh or Skyrim.
The Iron Knee (Blacksmith): Preventing arrow related knee injury since the First Age! – By Zen
If I owned a tavern in Tamriel it would definitely be called “The Drunken Draugr”, with a cool backstory, of course. “Back in my adventurous youth, I delved into an old burial cellar with a graverobbing party in search of easy fortune. Room by room we crept until we happened upon a long abandoned wine storage chamber. Suddenly, one companion grabbed my arm and we all froze at the sight of at least a dozen undead shuffling around in the dim torchlight. Only moments had passed before we noticed the freshly opened crate of wine and the bottles rolling around at their feet. These draugr were blind stinking drunk! And thank the nine for that. As they stumbled around aimlessly, we grabbed up anything we could and returned topside to celebrate our spoils. As I raised a glass, I toasted our long dead bretheren saying, ‘Here’s to the drunken draugr. If they can’t rest in peace, then may they drink in peace!’ With the gold I made that night I bought a tavern, and ‘The Drunken Draugr’ was born.” – By Rob B.
I would name my inn ‘The Leaking Barrel’, with a back story: ‘When I was young, I used to work as a bar-hand in an inn not far from here (Someplace in Skyrim). One day, as I was transporting some mead from the brewery the wheel on my cart hit a massive hole and collapsed. One of the mead barrels rolled out of a cart and started leaking. I had no tools with me to fix the leek so I started shouting: ‘Get your mead here! Fresh from a broken barrel!’ Luckily, the village nearby was full of loggers which were thirsty for a good drink after a hard day’s work. The mead from the broken barrel was gone in just an hour and I had to open another one…and another one… By the time they felt satisfied a week’s worth of mead was sold! When I returned to the owner and said I sold all the mead he was confused, but when I showed him all the money I made, he was really happy and gave me a loan to start my own inn…. – By Rokas J.