TES IV: Oblivion: Remastered
An unknown person clambers from the sewers and into the light of Cyrrodiil. In time, they will be known as the Hero of Kvatch - but their journey is just beginning.....
Lore:
The lore of the Elder Scrolls universe is deep - deeper than I can ever remember! I want to shout out the Unofficial Elder Scrolls Pages - the gaming wiki before gaming wikis were even a thing! Older than google, this is my go-to for all things Elder Scrolls, providing in-depth reading about every game and every aspect of the lore you see on the way!
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Cheydinhal in the morning sun. One of the prettiest views in Cyrodiil!
The sun sets at the end of another day in Tamriel, its light filtering through the trees, casting rays of lights on the hills.
With the setting sun, the water of a lake turns from a clear and welcoming white, to a deep, dark blue...
At the edges of The Heartlands of Cyrodiil, a waterfall roars - casting meltwater from the Jerall Mountains into the lake.
The path up to Cheydinhal Castle
Cheydinhal's Church of Arkay with the Valus Mountains towering behind.
Cheydinhal's picturesque little bridges.
Cheydinhal's picturesque little bridges.
Cheydinhal might just be my favourite town in Oblivion - and this screenshot is my favourite so far! The funny thing is, I actually don't remember Cheydinhal at all from when I last played the game in 2011 (before the remaster) so this has been like exploring the town new!
The walls of Cheydinhal: built to let the water run in and out of the city, without allowing potential intruders to do the same!
With its unique architectural style, heavily influenced by its close proximity to Morrowind, Cheydinhal is a very unique and aesthetic town.
The main street, looking at Cheydinhal's West Gate.
An ornate bridge across the river in Cheydinhal.
A statue atop an Ayleid ruin, its wings still soaring even millennia after the Ayleid Empire collapsed.
The morning sun peeks between the ridges of Cyrodiil's Valus Mountains.
Cut into the mountains in a far and seldom visited corner of Cyrodiil lies a curious church.
The chapel of the Temple of Ancestor Moths: a cold but peaceful chapel situated well out of the way in the Jerall Mountains.
For those that don't want to be found, some people leave no trace to avoid the attention of passers by.
Others, however, leave a mark to tell what happened to those went looking before.
Others, however, leave a mark to tell what happened to those went looking before.
While exploring the mountains, Alyssa spends a minute with a deer that doesn't seem too bothered by human company.
"You're lucky I'm not hungry", she says to the deer, before continuing along her part Westward.
"You're lucky I'm not hungry", she says to the deer, before continuing along her part Westward.
Kyne's Lights dance in the skies above the Jerall Mountains. Also known as "the aurora", Kyne's Lights can be seen across Skyrim and northern parts of Cyrodiil.
The sun filters between the walls and buildings on a bright morning in the Imperial City's Market District.
The Imperial Arboretum at night.
A bridge in the mountains: even the most unsuspecting trails in Cyrodiil have good infrastructure. After all - if you don't want to get caught by the legion, why would you take the main roads?
In a world where a simple scroll can make a man walk on water or heal wounds, where a tome can teach the most powerful spells, words are treasured!
Books are often bound with intricate adornments, and are displayed in fancy display cases (which are often very much locked)!
Books are often bound with intricate adornments, and are displayed in fancy display cases (which are often very much locked)!
Bruma in the snow!
Looking back towards the Imperial City from the north side of the Red Road.
Narrator: "Sitting in the shadow of the Jerall Mou--"
*tired man trying to enjoy a drink at the bar* "Yeah, yeah, this is Cyrodiil- EVERYTHING sits in the shadow of the Jerall Mountains"
*tired man trying to enjoy a drink at the bar* "Yeah, yeah, this is Cyrodiil- EVERYTHING sits in the shadow of the Jerall Mountains"
"Its a quiet life", the farmer thinks to himself as he tends his fields. Aleswell sits off the main road just far enough that most travellers along the Red Road pass it by. To those that do stop, the Aleswell Inn provides the local amenities.
Deep within a long-abandoned ruin, long after the last lantern burned out, a magical fire gives off the only source of light in a passageway, almost lost to time.
Seeing trouble approaching, Alyssa readies her bow!
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