#leyawiin

[that-thieving-fox]

(OOC Post)

Still reeling from the fact that they botched Leyawiin in the remaster so hard. Because what do you mean the colorful houses and buildings are gone?

Those shits were red and yellow in the original and now they’re sepia-ish. Ohhhh if I knew how to mod an Unreal-wrapped game it would be so over- those buildings would look colorful again if I were good with textures.

Virtuos you did an amazing job sweetie but why would you Do That to my second favorite town :^(

[rubyandice]

The Lore Accurate size of Leyawiin (pt. II)

Oblivion in Unreal Engine 5 series by L. Torres (Lion_Towers3d).

[rubyandice]

The Lore Accurate size of Leyawiin (pt. I)

Oblivion in Unreal Engine 5 series by L. Torres (Lion_Towers3d).

[felmiraquasimara]

📜 43. “Azani Blackheart”

🌄 Fredas, 5th of Frostfall, 3E 433

(Chorrol → Leyawiin → Arpenia → Atatar)

After dusk had settled over Chorrol, Modryn Oreyn summoned me to his house, his manner tense and uncharacteristically secretive. He spoke in low tones of the Blackwood Company—how they had claimed credit for killing the notorious bandit Azani Blackheart near Leyawiin, yet none of it rang true. “Too neat,” he said. “Too convenient. I need someone I can trust to see this through.”

We left for Leyawiin the next morning, the journey southerly and swift. The Fighters Guild hall there was heavy with disappointment; the local guild members had failed to complete the contract, and the Blackwood Company’s triumph had left them demoralized and suspicious. The story was full of holes. Modryn insisted we see the proof ourselves.

Our search led us to the Ayleid ruin of Arpenia, where the supposed battle took place. But the halls were silent—no bodies, no signs of conflict, just dust and ancient stones. It was clear the Blackwood Company had lied.

Modryn, scowling, guessed where Azani Blackheart might really be hiding: Atatar, another ruin deeper in the forest. We pressed on, and within Atatar’s shadowed corridors, the air grew thick with tension. We fought through Azani’s followers and finally found the bandit lord himself, waiting in the heart of the ruin. The battle was fierce, but Dawnsunder found its mark, and justice was done.

We took Azani’s ring as proof and returned to Leyawiin. Modryn wasted no time in exposing the Blackwood Company’s deceit. With the contract truly fulfilled, he promoted me to the rank of Warder—a mark not just of my blade, but of vigilance against falsehood.

Corruption often hides behind the mask of victory; truth must be carried with courage to every darkened hall. In restoring honor, we defend more than a guild—we defend the heart of what we serve.

[felmiraquasimara]

📜 32. “Drunk and Disorderly”

🌄 Tirdas, 25th of Hearthfire, 3E 433

(Leyawiin – Five Claws Lodge & Chapel Undercroft)

The road to Leyawiin was long and winding, the dense marshlands and towering cypress trees casting elongated shadows under the midday sun. As I approached the city gates, the air grew thick with humidity and the scent of wet earth—a stark contrast to the crisp mountain air of Chorrol.

Upon entering the city, I made my way to the Five Claws Lodge, where Modryn had directed me to find three guild members: Vantus Prelius, Rellian, and Dubok gro-Shagk. Inside, the scene was disheartening. The trio was deep in their cups, their laughter loud and slurred, drawing disapproving glances from other patrons.

Vantus, upon recognizing me, gestured me over. "Felmira, isn't it? Come to join us in our... festivities?" he chuckled bitterly. He explained their predicament: the Blackwood Company had been undercutting the Fighters Guild, taking all the local contracts and leaving them idle and despondent.

Determined to restore their purpose, I inquired about potential work. The barkeep, Witseidutsei, mentioned a local alchemist, Margarte, who might have need of assistance. I found Margarte tending to her garden, her hands stained with herbal dyes.

"Work for the Fighters Guild?" she mused. "Perhaps. But trust must be earned. Bring me five portions of ectoplasm, and we'll talk."

Ectoplasm—a substance harvested from the remains of spirits. I recalled the Chapel of Zenithar nearby, its undercroft rumored to be haunted. That evening, I descended into the crypt, the air cold and heavy with the weight of the departed. Spectral figures emerged from the darkness, their wails echoing off the stone walls. With Dawnsunder and Sunglade in hand, I dispatched the restless spirits, collecting the required ectoplasm.

Returning to Margarte, I presented the ectoplasm. She nodded appreciatively. "You've proven the guild's reliability. I'll entrust them with my needs."

Back at the lodge, I relayed the news to the trio. Their eyes lit up with renewed purpose, the haze of alcohol replaced with determination.

Upon reporting to Modryn in Chorrol, he offered a rare smile. "Well done, Felmira. You've not only completed the task but restored dignity to our guild." He then promoted me to the rank of Swordsman, a testament to my growing responsibilities.

Even in the face of adversity, duty and honor must guide our actions. Restoring faith begins with a single act of integrity.

[giantstoe]

A gate to Oblivion outside of Leyawiin

[cyrodiilcommuter]

Welcome to Leyawiin!

Today we are starting in the south of Cyrodiil with Leyawiin. Now I'm not from here, and I haven't spent much time this far south. I also realize that it would probably be smarter to start in one of the northern cities like Cheydinhal, but if I were smarter, I wouldn't have dropped out of the Arcane University. 

(The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.)

Starting off with the chapel, It's fairly standard (though I'm pretty sure that all chapels in Cyrodiil have to be the same building structure, so that isn't really a surprise). There isn't really much to say about it. 

(The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.)

One thing I have noticed about Leyawiin is that the homes here are very colorful. I've seen colors spanning from green to yellow and even some red homes. Most buildings here are made of wood, which is not strange to me, as I was born and raised in Bruma, though it is far more swampy and humid compared to my beloved Jerall Mountains. I liked the side pathing that they built in the city, but the main footpaths leave a lot to be desired. I also think that some maintenance around the ponds in the city would do the town a whole lot of good.

(The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.)

I wasn't allowed to take any pictures inside of castle Leyawiin, and I suspect that it will be the same for the rest of the cities in Cyrodiil. I didn't spend much time at the castle, but from what I saw before I was thrown out, it is fairly basic. The courtyard was fairly large though it was practically empty.

Though I got tossed out of the castle grounds I did have a lot of fun exploring Leyawiin. I like the greenery and scenery, I also love that the buildings are so colorful. Other than the roads and the rude castle staff I would definitely recommend a visit

[kumasan-tes]

Leyawiin (Blackwood)