Stripped of Self
The dunmer. she grabbed a colored stone off of her table, if which was the only thing she had in the form if a weapon. the four men laughed at this, letting her see their own armaments (swords, axes and bows).
Secrets of Tel Bryn 5
The dunmer smiled, leading the nude femboy to a separate room. not a punishment room, but rather just a spare room, for occasions like this.
Part 2: His Bloody Face
When he brought him back, the dunmer fastened the hatchling back to the chain. the dunmer then knelt down so his red eyes were level and he glared gloweringly. he was scarier when he wasn't the dunmer-who-smiled.
A proposal, a Dovah and a Daedra
'sort of, we khajiit have a different view of her to the dunmer- rather like the difference between kyne and kynareth.' 'you do know that there will probably be a dunmer tending to the shrine, right?' 'don't worry, i'll keep my cool.
Skyrim, Arga's Story Chapter 9: Experiments and Side Effects
Weaving her hands together and forming intricate magical symbols, the dunmer started chanting away. arga closed his eyes, trying to pay attention to the sound of the spell.
Part 3: The Arena Blademaster
He had heard the other dunmer call the dunmer-who-smiled by a name, but he was unsure of what it was. they talked about 'getting rid' of the 'stock'.
Reunion Among Ashes
The bartender was yet another dunmer with his hair tied high behind him and a thin beard around his face. he was clad in traditional dunmer garb of reds that must have been imported from morrowind.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #12
Number one entered with two others: a female altmer behind him and a tall male dunmer behind her. they took their places at their side of the table as expected, with the female to number one's right and the dunmer to his left.
Queen Muz-Ra #3
"even a housecarl needs to get away occasionally," the dusky dunmer responded, though ubergard noted that she hadn't truly answered the question. | [!
10000 Septims
Before either could speak, a familiar dunmer stepped into the room. "eitvaul?" the dark elf said, an eyebrow raised. "what are you doing?"
The Slave and the Mage: Bought, Chapter 1
The orcish mage in her gray and green robes stood out among a group of mostly dunmer and the odd breton or imperial.
Chimerical 112
“a recruit of the golden hands…” the dunmer weakly answers. “what was your plan?” the khajiit demands. the dunmer hesitates to speak, and jo’dehki grows impatient.