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I've been cluttering the area around Panat, mostly just marshmerrows and rocks.

 http://imgur.com/a/dXbwQ

Thanks for the response, I was a bit unsure about whether it'd be appropriate for me to do any land textures or if someone else would be doing that. I was also unsure of the nature of marshmerrow, I know it grows in damp soil but didn't know how far up in the land was ideal, I'll work on that tomorrow along with adding in more items to the dock. Most likely a row boat. 

Jaybob_the_bobjay wrote:

I've been cluttering the area around Panat, mostly just marshmerrows and rocks.

 http://imgur.com/a/dXbwQ

Just a bit of an unrelated suggestion - not sure if this Enb was just to show off the landscaping, or if you landscaped with it on - thing is that it's very strong and saturated effect. I know everyone has different tastes and this can certainly be appealing, but colour palette is just as important in landscaping as shapes are, so I'd suggest either turning Enb off for landscaping, or the whole team should use an unified, same one (I think Squally and Cresty are using something similar with no colour changes, but simply light shafts and a few other shaders).

Alright, here's part 1 of Before the Night. A story about.. actually, just read it, :-)

Before the Night I

There it stood, putrid and hollow. Droniras raised his shield in anticipation and studied the creature. Corprus stalkers never came so close to the vicinity of the Ghostfence, but this one seemed bent on taking his life, despite the dangerous humming of the spectral wall that surrounded Red Mountain. Suddenly the creature moved again, though sluggish and slow. It raised its left arm and struck Droniras’ shield so hard that he could almost hear his bones crack. Luckily he was holding a Dunmer glass shield, provided by the order of the Buoyant Armigers, which took the brunt of the devastating blow.

He groaned, as the blow knocked the breath out of his weary lungs. He had been out here for the entire day, and his mask was saturated with volcanic ash. It was getting hard to breathe, and this fight was not part of his plans. He longed for the sight of the Ghostgate and the safety within.

‘Not today.’ said Droniras, and he lashed out at the corprus stalker with his steel mace. The creature was surprisingly resilient and withstood the blow with ease. Droniras sighed deeply and struck again. This time he struck its temple and split its skull. The corprus stalker was severely weakened now. Droniras readied himself for another attack and attempted to hit the corprus stalker in the temple again, but the creature fell over unexpectedly. The strength in Droniras’ attack threw him off balance. He leaned backwards to prevent a fall but was caught by the corprus stalker, who grabbed his right foot and made him trip. With a soft thud he hit the volcanic soil. Thankful that there were no rocks where his face landed, he stood up grinning, with his pride severely dented. When he turned around, the corprus stalker was still coming at him. It could barely move. The only thing that still kept it going was its primitive murderous intent.

Droniras pitied the creature for its awful existence. Once upon a time, this dreaded creature was a mer of Vvardenfell. He could clearly see the faded racial features that marked the corprus stalker as once being one of his own people. ‘Forgive me,’ said he as he struck the corprus stalker in the head with all his might. He finally killed it and looked up at the ever blackened sky above Red Mountain. Through the ashes he could barely make out the sun. It was low on the horizon and night would fall soon. He realised he might just as well be blind at night time on Red Mountain. It was high time to leave, right then.

He took off his ash mask and fashioned a new one out of a piece of cloth from his pack. It was easier to breathe now, and, with renewed vigour he traversed the bleak and dreaded ash carpet. He followed the Ghostfence to his left. After an hour  he saw the beloved silhouette of his home. ‘Finally.’ whispered Droniras, relieved, but exhausted. ‘Droniras, is that you!’ shouted a Buoyant Armiger from the distance. Droniras scraped his throat and said with raised voice: ‘It is I!’

He heard the creaking of a metal gate, and two buoyant armigers came rushing forward with their spears pointing towards Red Mountain’s summit. Droniras knew he was safe now and felt the burden on his shoulders being lifted by the graces of his beloved Tribunal. It was then when he felt a small ache on his ankle. He squatted down and briefly touched it.

‘Are you alright, Sera?’ asked a third Buoyant Armiger approaching Droniras. He was clad in glass armour from head to toe. ‘I think so.’ said Droniras, and he stood up. ‘Droniras Arobar, always out there somewhere. What is it that you do?’ asked the Buoyant Armiger. ‘The same I always do, Enar. Upholding our promise to Vivec, for we are his Buoyant Armigers,’ answered Droniras.

‘I know of our vows to Vivec, but everyone has a personal reason for joining an order that has a death sentence written all over it,’ said Enar with a broad grin. ‘Does it matter?’ asked Droniras, slightly annoyed. ‘No, Sera. I am glad you have returned. Let us go inside,’ said Enar. Droniras followed Enar, after which the two spear guards also dispersed. Once they were inside, Droniras took his mask off. He was relieved to be in a safe place and took a deep breath of air, even though it was impregnated with smoke from the many hearth fires. Feeling safe, exhaustion came over him, and without saying a word, he went to the Tower of Dusk and hurried to his bunk.

It was early in the morning when Droniras woke up. At least he thought he was. He was sweating and felt very tense. He sat on a metallic floor and gazed through the industrial halls of a Dwemer facility. Even as he realized this had to be a dream, he also found it to be incredibly vivid. With his hand he touched the dust-crusted floor. It felt warm to the touch. He stood up and reached for his mace, but discovered he wore nothing more than a loincloth, the same as Dagoth Ur’s ash slaves. Immediately he started running towards the nearest door, looking for an exit, but no avail. No matter which door he took or which direction he went, he kept ending up in the same place. When finally he was exhausted, he just sat down and thought it through, becoming calm and calculating. ‘What is going on?’ whispered Droniras.

Suddenly he heard footsteps, slow but steady. They were near and coming towards him. Droniras immediately stood up. He felt his heart racing in his chest and looked for anything he could use as a weapon. The footsteps were getting nearer. He was at the edge of panicking now, as the entire room was empty. Still the footsteps were getting closer. He saw no other choice but to ambush this creature, whatever it could be. He waited for the moment it would come through the door, but then the footsteps instantly halted. Right then, it felt so quiet that the silence almost felt deafening. But Droniras knew that something was there. Through the interstice between the two thick Dwemer doors, he saw a shadow being cast. Droniras waited for something to happen and that very moment seemed to last a lifetime.

At long last, a deep humming voice spoke and said: ‘Droniras, you carry my blessing. Come to me.’ 

‘Where am I? Who are you?’ he yelled, full of dread.

‘One night this door will be open,’ said the terrifying voice.

Suddenly Droniras sat up panting, sweating immensely and found himself back in the Tower of Dusk. With both hands he grabbed his own face and said, ‘It was a dream. It was just a dream.’ He kicked his blanket off and tried to calm down. That’s when he felt the swelling on his foot. When he touched it, it felt warm and painful. ‘That’s strange,’ mumbled Droniras. ‘What is strange?’ asked a voice in the dark. ‘Is that you, Enar?’ asked Droniras, somewhat startled. ‘Yes, Sera. Should I be worried?’ asked Enar. ‘No, it is nothing. Just a bad dream. Sleep well, Sera,’ said Droniras, and he lay down. ‘Sleep well, Sera,’ said Enar, and everything went quiet.

When Droniras woke up, he found that he was alone in the barracks. Everyone else had already left. He sat on the edge of his bed to put on his left boot, but it wouldn’t fit. He felt a sharp pain when he tried to pull the boot over his ankle. He asked himself, ‘How did this happen?’ as he was looking at the swelling on his foot, which had grown significantly since he last felt it. That’s when he realised what exactly happened the day before. ‘The corprus stalker,’ hissed Droniras ‘Curses! This is not happening!’ This was bad. He knew this was how corprus usually started. He quickly got dressed, left the barracks barefoot, and went to the Tower of Dawn, where he had a priest look at the infection. ‘When did this happen?’ asked the priest, carefully inspecting the wound. ‘Less than a day ago,’ answered Droniras.

 

More Rm landscaping. Entrance to the path up to the crater, occupied by 6th House servants.

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Gothic_Freak wrote:

More Rm landscaping. Entrance to the path up to the crater, occupied by 6th House servants.

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This made me think of two things: Mordor and Dark Souls. In both cases great job :D

More progress on cluttering Panat exterior. http://imgur.com/a/8HGeC

Rovan3011 wrote:

Working on Molag Amur in the area around Alas Ancestral Tomb. 

The stark white mushrooms look fantastic here.

This past week was my first week apart of the team, But i think i got a lot done. Here are some screenshots of my Landscaping work in Molag Amur! Check out the Imgur Album!

 http://imgur.com/a/0J4qV

Scrib updated : low poly is fixed, textures baked through xNormal. Working on dead variants.
 

cathay-raht khajiit?

aerisarn wrote:

Trivia: what creature is that?

Is it cheating if I look at the right-hand pane?

Oh, minotaur then obliviously.
But i think this thread must not contain discussions.
It's just show-and-tell.

some random stuff ive worked on this week.

Finished the velothi hill tent, and updated some all shaders, since when I made them over a year ago I knew nothing of texturing/skyrim stuff.

Cave doorways and such.

Damn those are some physically realistic looking sacks Mace! Great to see some more progress updates again, I've been DYING.

Finished a bunch of Dark Elf vocals!

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/16065019/Gaming/Skywind/...

I just got started making the Daedric ruins: