#talvas

[theoraclehasspoken]

Lads and lasses, I've been wondering Is the Skyrim fandom interested in fanfics? X reader, X original character? I could and would write, but would anyone be interested in reading? Keep up the good work in making the fandom interesting and fun!

Any prompts? What characters?

Xoxo

[heliosynchronisity]

second of my art trades with @silusvesuius, cousin-ified Neloth and Talvas were SO fun to draw. Really activiating my animator deep training lol

[caspiarts]

Talvas the man that you are 🫶🏻

[yorkshirereaper]

Maybe I’ll use these as more than a sketch someday but that day isn’t today. Talvas dozing off on Neloth’s shoulder and Teldryn & Sirene just for practice. I’m Using the light pen for outlines experimentally and I like the results, the only drawback being I can only use black or it will glow like neloths magic blob

[mareenavee]

The Heist

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A birthday gift for @rhiannon1199!! And special thanks to @crimsonsairina for the isekai inspo, of course, and for Konrad. (:

Without further ado:

The Heist

Given exactly two minutes to come up with a decent retort, Teldryn Sero could lie his way into—or out of—just about any situation. That’s what he’d have liked to keep telling himself, anyway. Staring up at an ancient, half-crumbling, barely-living silt strider on the east side of Nowhere, Solstheim, he began to wonder exactly what he had agreed to be part of. Wonder, however, but not question. The pay was good, and it was better to ever so slightly lowball the other offers other mercenaries would have given the wayward Nord so that he could get a slice of the pie instead. It didn’t matter, really, what nonsense was on the horizon. Teldryn had been, up to this point, quite used to unorthodox employment—and just by the look on his employer’s face, this job, too, would be something to remember. Hopefully, barring any further incidents with overconsumption of sujamma.

Teldryn stood on the edge of a cliff that served as a home base of sorts to the creature’s keeper, pondering his life choices for the span of maybe a second or two. There had been no initial misgiving that he was conscious of, but occasionally pausing to adjust one’s moral compass never hurt, especially in this line of business. Upon inspection, his true north was still somewhat metallic—just as it had always been.

As if in direct response to that, a great deal of gold coins clinked merrily in his pockets as he finished tying a rather impressive series of knots. Revus Sarvani—that was the mer’s name—had somehow succumbed to a rather nasty bump on the head while he was going about his otherwise ordinary business. Teldryn had obliged to restrain the poor fellow and stash him away in the piece of fraying canvas that doubled as a sorry excuse of a tent.

The wayward Nord was currently busy stacking an absurd amount of stones of various shapes and sizes inside the unkempt cabin in the silt strider’s back. They weren’t all large, but the tedious work would have worn out the average person by now, or so Teldryn thought.

“And what, may I ask,” he began, wiping the dirt and ash off of his gloved palms onto his pants, “were you planning to do with a half-dead silt strider, sera?” -> Read the rest on AO3!

[weirdisme]

My version of Talvas becomes the Ebony Warrior. Of course making a few changes as he doesn’t care for the Nord afterlife, but holy shit, Neloth dipping out to do the sloppy goppy with Hermaeus Mora really fucked him up so much he ditched his best friend (Teldryn) and became a hero.

Im planning he maybe grows to become an antagonist to No-Name after he sees what a shitty person he is and that “he doesn’t deserve the title of Dragonborn” and then they probably get into a whole monologue on what they believe being Dragonborn means, power for yourself or to protect others.

So yeah, he has a whole arc lol. From a simple Telvanni apprentice, to temporary drug addict, and then a bad ass protecter of man and mer because some chosen one asshole craves power for himself.

[vidvana]

I've made this illustration to give vent to my hype over @greyborn2's fanfic - about the early history of Tel Mithryn and... goblins.

Check this fragment out:

As such places generally were, the slave markets of Dagon Fel were a sad little affair. Only the Dres tried to hide the misery places like that held. With mixed success. Mostly this one wasn’t even run by distinguished traders; it was just unfortunates trying to sell themselves or a family member off for some hope of escaping this ashen rock. Quality was an assurance that could not be relied upon without knowing what to look for. It took Neloth a good hour of questioning, and shooing away hopefuls, before he even started to find some that knew the first thing about brewing tea. Even fewer seemed to have the skill… the basic decencies and decorum… he expected of a potential steward.

Isn't it the Dunmer literature in its purest form? Here's the entire work, have fun reading as I did :D

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[elderscrollsconfessions]

Confession: i used to not be able to stand talvas for the longest time because of how he was a prick to my dragonborn when i first met him. but with time ive grown to love him like a son. i still rat him out every single game, but its only for his own safety.