Shenanigans in TAMRIEL

“Cyrodiil is the cradle of Human Imperial high culture on Tamriel. It is the largest region of the continent, and most is endless jungle. The Imperial City is in the heartland, the fertile Nibenay Valley. The densely populated central valley is surrounded by wild rain forests drained by great rivers into the swamps of Argonia and Topal Bay. The land rises gradually to the west and sharply to the north. Between its western coast and its central valley are deciduous forests and mangrove swamps.”

One of the more heartwarming moments from the series: Trying to donate a mixing bowl to the Museum of Oddities in the Shivering Isles:

“You want to talk to a Dwemer mystic? Ha! Look, I’m no mystic. Wasn’t when I was alive, either. I’m a soldier, kid, plain and simple. Sure, I made weapons for my troops. No secret there. I’m no mystic, though. But you say you want to add fire to that blade?”

[Poem begin]

Your merits defy calculation,

My heart (metaphorical) pumps like a piston,

And my pelvic and/or knee brackets oscillate,

Whenever we make physical contact,

Also, your face symmetry pleases me.

[End composition]

Did You Know: The book “Shalidor’s Insights” can be partially translated? The “magic alphabet” on the page functions as a transliteration of our own alphabet, and from there is just Portuguese missing any letter with accent mark (re-included here for easier understanding): “Alduin é a variação Nórdica de Akatosh e só superficialmente parece-se com o seu colega nos”