Khajiit’s Fur Brained Plots, Ideas Options

[TheCheshireKhajiit]

Ok so at any given time Khajiit has ideas for settings and stories whirling around in his mind, and sometimes he must write these ideas down to stop the whirling and collect his thoughts. Usually this one writes these ideas down in a notebook, but since some of them are fan fiction for TES and Fallout, Khajiit thought maybe some of you would like a few of his ideas and that a thread devoted to them here might be a good idea. This thread is mainly for Khajiit’s personal use but feel free to post comments if you so desire.

[TheCheshireKhajiit]

Khajiit wrote this waaaay back in 2016 on the old Bethesda forum when discussing daydreams for what BGS’s new projects would be (gee, look how that turned out, hunh?), and it’s been on his mind a lot lately. It was meant to be a very brief introduction to the world this one was envisioning. Please forgive the switching of tenses in places, it was written rather hastily and “on the fly”.

An airship drifts across the sunset sky, it's long journey nearly at an end. Through a porthole in his luxurious cabin, the Ambassador spies The Tower and lets out a relieved sigh. His diplomatic mission drew on way to long, to his mind; the ignorant Provencials being incapable of running their own province. The airship lands at the special dock just out side the city walls and the Ambassador disembarks. As he walks down the gang plank, he glances around the water front and his eyes fall on the spot where once, a long time ago, a sailing ship was moored and its pirate captain was murdered while still docked. Some said his own crew mutineed when they learned he was taking more than his share of their ill-begotten spoils. Others said it was, them. The Ambassador shook his head as if clearing a vision from his mind and continued on his way, flanked on each side by the Honorguard, clockwork muskets on their shoulders. A glint of light coming from one of the lesser towers on the city walls caught the corner of the Ambassador's eye and he turned his head to squint in the direction it came from. Suddenly, the Honorguards closest to the Ambassador were showered with red gore and brains as the Ambassador's head snapped back and he fell to the flagstones of the water front, dead.

On top of the tower, a lone figure dressed in a black long coat and a black wide brimmed hat watches the Honorguard drag the body of the Ambassador while retreating into cover through the lens of the scope on his rifle. Red eyes glint behind the goggles he wears to shield his eyes from the setting sun. He looks at the clock on his ash colored wrist and decides to head to the inn for a drink before reporting the missions success to his superiors. He glances one last time in the direction of the chaos he just created and uttered two words: "Hail Sithis".

It is, essentially, The Elderscrolls set in a steampunk Tamriel, a few eras beyond what we are dealing with in Skyrim. In this future, scholars were finally able to crack the secrets of Dwemer technology and usher in a technological revolution. Magicka is still a thing, and though firearms have been invented, melee and archery are still important in combat. Steam machines are common and vehicles carry travelers from place to place. Khajiit thinks it would be interesting having familiar TES material (Daedra, monsters/mythical creatures, the various races and lore) brought into a little more technologically advanced world.