Murderer #4
If things went wrong, she might be able to hop a ship out of cyrodiil completely. she thought of elsweyr briefly. but no, that was not her home. she had to make her own home. somewhere.
You Only Live 18 Times #7 (Spyjirra)
They suggested that rather than returning to cyrodiil, perhaps she would consider working for a group of mer that had been hiring argonians to work for them on an island off the coast, a few miles north of the village.
The Great Summerset Heist
Its architecture reminded khiraji much of the ancient ruins that dotted much of tamriel, and some of the temples to the divines in cyrodiil.
Never Steal From This Argonian
J'raksha had a fair few golds stashed away under the drawbridge out of the town, but he needed about a hundred more to get the ticket down to falkreath and from there to cyrodiil. if he was lucky, he would get that today.
Love in the Time of Chorrol 6 - Judgement
The next time he opened them, he found himself back in cyrodiil itself, the very same place he had entered oblivion. the sky returned to an overcast night time. the gate had disappeared.
Balanced on the Knife Edge Ch. 13
But when the cursed amulet sends hordes of undead soldiers after them, the two will have to put their differences aside in order to save each other and all of cyrodiil.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #1
You continuously have striven to cause division between hammerfell and cyrodiil. what i have done, as i see it, is to prevent war between the humans on a massive scale, saving untold thousands of lives."
You Only Live 18 Times #8 (Spyjirra)
I think they are trying to start a war between cyrodiil and hammerfell. and this isn't the first time either.." "you'll stand out like a sore thumb at that camp, ra'jirra. you know that, right?" she nodded. "yeah, i know.
Authors - Ch 5 The Tiber Septim Hotel
I've been living in cyrodiil a long, long time. it's part of my profession. i've been told i speak like a native." "you do!" said carl, returning with a chair and sitting beside her..
Authors - Ch 3 Legionnaire
Readers are a rare commodity in cyrodiil. "what do you read?" "oh, you wouldn't want to know," she protested a little too forcefully. "what?!" quill demanded. "it's... kind of embarrassing." quill cocked her head to one side. "what? erotica?
Overcasting Shorts 3 - Calm Surface, Rapid Undercurrent
Thousands of feet of argonian dominated the landscape of cyrodiil and millions of tons of weight made every errant movement a noticable sensation for miles around her. in a sense, quill-weave was thankful.
How I Found it All: Part IV
I had seen clocks around cyrodiil. each of them was a unique work of art, having their own exquisite carving created by the artisan who's hands had spent countless hours to bring the world the seconds of the day. that clock was different, though.