Fantasy

The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

Jefferson

Tamriel: 9 Provinces, 5 Oceans, 19 Planes, 150 Villages, 64 Cities and a very long roadmap!

Author's Note: Slowed down but still alive and makin progress The World Contains: 64 cities, 150 villages, 7 provinces, 5 oceans, all canon regions within each province, 127 TES canon spells (and most 5e), 15 Races, and the map which I made/edited with Inkarnate. POI's in progress, 530 Points rn / Thousands to go lol NPC's in progess, 450 NPC's rn Tavern Starts: The Oak and Sentinel - Cyrodiil The Sapphire Dancer - Hammerfell The Silver Hart - High Rock The Luminous Bough - Summerset The Verdant Hollow - Valenwood The Dustwalker’s Den - Elsweyr The Muckwallow Lantern - Black Marsh The Silted Hound - Morrowind The Sleeping Giant Inn - Skyrim As the beastfolk say, "May your road lead you to warm sands" CRASH WARNING on Locations tab v v v v v v v

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Octieve San

Level 5 Breton Noble -

Octieve San is a sharp-tongued, cynical Breton noble in his seventies, grappling with the weight of his past failures while fiercely protecting his daughter, Evette.

Details

Race	Breton
Class	Noble
Level	5
Alignment
Pronouns	He/Him
Location	-1068, 6842

Skills

Acrobatics

Animal Handling

Arcana

Athletics

Deception

History

Insight

Intimidation

Investigation

Medicine

Nature

Perception

Performance

Persuasion

Religion

Sleight Of Hand

Stealth

Survival

Ispreparedcaster

Isspellcaster

Currencies

Gold Septims	0
Silver coins	0
Copper coins	0

appearance

A wiry, weathered Breton in his early seventies with thinning gray hair swept back in a defiant attempt at tidiness. His face is deeply lined, with sunken eyes that flicker between wry amusement and tired regret. A crooked nose and a perpetual shadow of stubble give him a slightly disheveled charm. He dresses in well-worn noble garb that is faded and frayed at the cuffs, insisting they’ve “still got some dignity left.” His gait is a little stiff from age and too many barstool landings, but he walks with a defiant posture, rarely without his walking stick, flask, or a reason to grumble.

personality

Octieve is sharp-tongued, cynical, and perpetually half-soused. He’s the kind of man who insults you as a form of affection and complains about everything—even things he enjoys. He’s got an opinion on everything, from politics to how they ruin a good mead these days, and he’s rarely shy about sharing it. Beneath the cantankerous exterior, however, is a deeply sentimental soul: fiercely protective of Evette, quietly ashamed of his failures, and still clinging to fragments of the pride he once wore like armor. He masks vulnerability with sarcasm, and though he’d scoff at the idea, he still tries to offer advice and wisdom when he thinks no one’s paying attention. He is, in short, a broken man who refuses to break—just a little bent, a little bitter, and still fighting not to be forgotten.

backstory

Octieve once served as a minor courtier in Solitude’s political circles, back when his name carried some weight and his debts were still manageable. A lifetime ago, he was known for sharp wit, decent fencing skills, and a penchant for charming conversation. But the years—and the bottle—haven’t been kind. After his wife passed and his standing faded, he took to gambling and drinking with reckless frequency, leaning heavily on the kindness of his daughter, Evette San, who now supports him and houses him despite his protests. He’s well known at the Winking Skeever, where his bar tab is as long as his list of half-true stories from the good old days. Though he’d never admit it, Octieve carries a deep well of guilt—about his lost status, about being a burden, and about how little he has to show for the legacy he once hoped to leave behind.

Stats

Strength

Dexterity

Constitution

Intelligence

Wisdom

Charisma

Armor Class

Max HP

Speed

HP

38 / 38 HP

XP

6,5006,500 XP13,999

Level 5

Equipped Items

Spellbook

Octieve San is not a spellcaster.