slugpond

just a quiet place where frogs sing and kotu gavas bite

[slugpond]

golden days in elsweyr

[slugpond]

everyone knows that one crazy breton girl

[slugpond]

soon he'll be dancing on your corpse

[slugpond]

what did you say to me, dryskin

[slugpond]

Ookavi is enjoying life

[slugpond]

“Shunatei, shunatei

The belly of regret

These feelings of despair

That I cannot forget

Shunatei, shunatei

Why do you last?

Why do I cling

To my troubled past?

Despair over lost ones

Those I must avenge

Hatred and sadness

A thirst for revenge

They blind me from reaching the path ahead

And so I am lost to my dread

Shunatei, shunatei

The belly of regret

These feelings of despair

That I cannot forget

Shunatei, shunatei

It strikes me blind

If I move aheadI can't look behind

I will become like the river below

I will clear the rubble of my hate and woe

I will release these dark thoughts that cloud my mind

I'll leave what has been behind

Shunatei, shunatei

You haunt me no more

For my heart is the bird

That has learned to soar

Shunatei, shunateiI will ascend

For all that has begun

One day must end” 

[mazurga]

Argonian-style Wayshrine

[fykyda]

a little lost)

[uesp]

Little Thtithil, Little Thtithil

Drink up your sap

Little Thtithil, Little Thtithil

Its time for your nap

Little Thtithil, Little Thtithil

Rest in your shell

Little Thtithil, Little Thtithil

We’ll keep you well

Little Thtithil, Little Thtithil

Gently you turn

Little Thtithil, Little Thtithil

Grow hard and firm

–Excerpt from Rhymes and Chimes, an Egg-Tender’s Lullaby to Argonian young

[slugpond]

“Misunderstanding and oppression have poisoned Black Marsh for centuries. My egg-siblings have endured subjugation by the Empire and slavery at the hands of the Dunmer. Armored boots tread on our traditions and culture. We are fortunate to have the Marsh. Without its perils to deter hapless dryskins, our ways might have already crumbled to dust. Despite our troubles, the Hist guides us still. And for the first time in memory, we have the chance to break the cycle.”

[slugpond]

“[...] This game is called Teeba-Hastei. They only use their tail, hip and elbows, and the ball is really heavy causing a lot of injuries. Some players use guards but they get made fun of. It’s a game of points where hitting the opposing team’s mud wall scores 1 point, and getting it through a reed hoop that is 30 hands high get 3 points, and getting it through a reed hoop 50 hands high wins the game. The rules change from tribe to tribe, but also change in each tribe, aligning with the Sithis/ change style lifestyle of Argonians. There are times when scoring a point on the mud wall is 2 when it is raining, and sometimes not. The rules constantly change which makes it confusing to every non-argonian.”