Fantasy
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
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| Last Updated | 3 days ago |
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Weylin
Level 5 Breton Rogue -
Weylin is a volatile Breton witchblade, marked by desperation and zealotry, driven by a fanatical loyalty to the Forsworn and a burning hatred for the Nords of Markarth.
Details
| Race | Breton |
| Class | Rogue |
| Level | 5 |
| Alignment | |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Location | -3133, 5125 |
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 gaunt Breton man in his early thirties with hollow cheeks, wild eyes, and a sickly pale complexion covered in grime and soot. His dark hair is unkempt and clings to his scalp in sweat-drenched strands, and a faint scar runs from his temple down his jaw. His stormy gray eyes flicker with suspicion, fury, and fear. He wears ragged miner’s clothes, patched poorly with leather scraps, and carries a crude, rust-pitted dagger hidden close at hand. His posture is twitchy and hunched, ready to flee or strike at a moment’s notice.
personality
Weylin is volatile, haunted, and fanatically devoted. He speaks in clipped, intense tones, always looking over his shoulder as though the walls themselves are listening. His faith in the Forsworn is unshakable—less a political stance and more a personal religion. He believes the city is cursed, its stone soaked with blood, and that death is a small price to pay for vengeance. While he still carries echoes of the man he was—wry, cunning, even kind—those pieces are buried beneath years of dehumanization and anger. He is the product of a broken city: chewed up, spit out, and reshaped into a weapon. To most, Weylin is just a madman with a knife. But to those who know the truth, he is a spark—violent, fleeting, and aimed at the kindling under Markarth’s foundation.
backstory
Weylin was once just another nameless laborer in the belly of Markarth, working the smelter by day and crawling into the Warrens by night—a forgotten soul crushed beneath stone and Silver-Blood dominance. But at some point, something inside him snapped. Lured by the promises of Madanach, the King in Rags, Weylin was reborn not as a smelter, but as a witchblade—a blade in the dark wielded by the Forsworn. His loyalty to their cause is absolute, his hatred for the Nords who control Markarth burning hotter than any forge. He was chosen for a single, brutal task: to assassinate Margret, an outsider whose presence threatened the silence that shields the city’s corruption. Whether he succeeds or dies in the attempt, Weylin is a man already marked for death—his final act meant not to survive, but to send a message.
Stats
Strength
10
Dexterity
16
Constitution
14
Intelligence
12
Wisdom
10
Charisma
8
Armor Class
14
Max HP
38
Speed
30
HP
38 / 38 HP
XP
6,5006,500 XP13,999
Level 5
Equipped Items
Spellbook
Weylin is not a spellcaster.