The Elder Scrolls:The Tamriel Chronicle, Issue #17

Tour the latest creative works, articles, podcasts, and more from ESO fans around the web.

We’re back with a fresh collection of links to all kinds of ESO fan creations. We hope you’ll enjoy them as much as we did! As always, we’re looking for links to add to upcoming issues, so if you have a favorite ESO fansite or ESO-inspired creation, make sure to share it with us at    community@elderscrollsonline.com.

Fan Art

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!

Orc Male & Female – By Shanku on Tamriel Foundry

Aloucia the Wood Elf – Art and character by Aloucia on TESO-RP

Knilfel the Wood Elf – Art by Seithe, character by Hexzerro on TESO-RP

Fan Fiction

Journey to Tamriel through the eyes of other ESO fans.

A Game of Chance: Chapter 5 – By Iogairn on TESOF

The cooking by the fire in the old mining village. Old Nana telling stories to the other young children. Papa soothing mother, in her late stages of pregnancy, with his calm Reachman accent. A blackbird circles overhead. Iogairn was stroking the cat. It didn’t have a name. It was just ‘the cat’. Suddenly the cooking fire envelops the village. The cat leaps out of his arms and flees. Iogairn realised then that the bird was not a blackbird. It was a crow. It went straight for his mother.

The Brawler – By Do’Rakk on TESOF

“You’re so slow Ja’Rakh! Ha ha ha! OOF!”

“Behave yourself young cubs, we are expecting guests.” Dro’Brahi was the steward of the house. He was a kind old Khajiit, though tended to be stern with Ja’Rakhar and his brother J’urabi. The cubs took to calling the old cat “Whiskers.” His many years showed through his silver fur, and under certain light, his whiskers seemed to shimmer as if made of crystals. “Now come along you troublemakers,” he said, “we must get you ready for your father’s company.”

[Daniyah] The Temerity of Youth – By Dyna on TESO-RP

Daniyah gripped her spear with pale knuckles, her heart somewhere in her throat as she stared straight ahead, motionless – outwardly, she was calm as a still lake on a cloudless day. But beneath the surface of her apparent indifference, she was roiling and frustrated.

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