"High five! Up high! Down low, too slow!" He was right, too slow. He might not have known it then and there, but this room was to become our final resting place. I could hear it approaching from down the hall, skittering like a torrent of spiders, come to melt down our insides and turn us into nature's juice box. If there is a god, they abandoned us the moment that thing stepped its appendages upon the ground.
“Super Mario in real life: spaghetti!” I call out into the ebony abyss, descending into the boiling, bubbling lake of blood that lay before me. The voices of ancient scholars entering my skull like a stake through the heart, but it is not their voices I hear, nay, but their very souls, attuned to this plane of existence we were never meant to witness. I am alone, and I am surrounded by them.
i hope this hasn’t been done before
The Companions:
The dark brotherhood:
The thieves guild:
The College of Winterhold:
The Stormcloaks:
The imperials:
The Dawnguard:
Bard’s college (idk):
The Thalmor:
Bandits:
I beg of someone to draw these,,,