The Xeril’s Bane is a relatively obscure ship from the Second Era, often claimed to have arrived upon Tamriel’s shores due to events happening centuries before during the Reman Dynasty. Though many restless sailors have made claims of their ancestors sighting such a ship, there has not been a single shred of evidence of its existence, even less of its home country.

It has been said that its captain, Captain Yori ut-Salumeht, was the fiercest pirate-queen of Lyg, clashing with legendary forces such as the All-Flags Navy and dueling Tiber Septim to a stalemate. The story with the most credence, judging strictly from multiple accounts, is the legend of the Crown Jewels of the Noormoqh Hegemony. The details of that legend are still being uncovered but the legend says that even Tiber Septim, blessed be his names, envied the jewels and coveted them for his own personal collection. An addendum to this addition to the library is forthcoming pending further vivisection of Hiaûŗochian myth-writs.

[Art by @zhirfrox / @mishapabor]

Going Home

This post is going to be a rant about Skyrim so get ready.

I’m not much of a video game player and to be honest I never really was. I was always the type of child to be outside or reading a book. In addition to that, I’ve always been fascinated with the medieval realm and fantasy. When I heard about Skyrim, I was skeptical because it was a video game, and me, not being a gamer, was a little overwhelmed with the thought of buying the system and the game. 

I finally was able to try it out, and that was it. I spent countless hours playing it. I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep. I left my room only to go to the bathroom. It was then that realized that I had found the love of my life in a video game. I had found my home. I have never had a strong sense of the feeling of “home.” Home to me is somewhere that when you see something or hear something, you are reminded of this overwhelming feeling of coziness and that everything is going to be OK. Skyrim did this for me. Skyrim IS home for me. If I could live anywhere in the world (ok anywhere in the FICTIONAL world) it would be Skyrim. I listen to the soundtrack nonstop just because it gives me that sense; that feeling that I am there. 

What I wouldn’t give to just have a tankard of mead in the Bannered Mare, to walk the caverns of Blackreach, to reach the very top of The Throat of the World, or to see the oldest thing in all of Skyrim, the Gildergleam tree. 

What I wouldn’t give to go home.