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About this mod
A custom craft RaceMenu preset for Biggie_Boss' LoreRim modlist with a personally crafted backstory and RP build guide.
- Requirements
- Permissions and credits
Fasendil Vengeful Flame
Race:
Altmer
Build Focus:
SpellSword
Backstory:
You were a newly recruited Thalmor agent, leaving behind your wife and child in the Summerset Isles to serve the Aldmeri Dominion. Assigned as a guard for a Justiciar in Skyrim, you quickly distinguished yourself by defending your patrol during a Stormcloak ambush. With skill and precision, you cut down the attackers, sparing only one—a prisoner you delivered to Ondolemar’s interrogators in Markarth.
But victory brought no satisfaction. The interrogation you witnessed turned your stomach. The cruelty inflicted upon the surviving Stormcloak was beyond anything you could have imagined, exposing the darker truth of the Dominion's mission. You had joined to bring order and strength to the world—not to enforce the Dominion’s racial extremism with sadistic zeal. Though you harbored no love for the coarse and stubborn Nords, you found yourself sympathizing with their plight under Thalmor oppression.
When you voiced your disapproval, you became an outcast among your peers. Whispers of disloyalty followed you, forcing you to seek like-minded individuals within the ranks. That was when you heard of Nirenoore, a rumored dissenter plotting rebellion within the Thalmor. Hope flickered briefly, but it was snuffed out when a fellow agent reported your suspected defection. Dragged before your superior, your sympathies were uncovered, and you were branded a traitor. The punishment was death.
You narrowly escaped their execution attempt, bloodied but alive, and fled back to the Summerset Isles, desperate to save your family. Yet your efforts came too late. As you approached your home, you saw it engulfed in flames. Thalmor agents had already set their mark. Ignoring the searing heat, you charged inside to rescue your wife and child—but the smoke and flames consumed you, and you perished alongside them.
Or so you thought.
As darkness claimed you, a vision pierced the void. You saw the world engulfed in fire, devoured by the maw of a great beast. A voice echoed within your mind, both alien and familiar: “You are not meant to die here, child. Your story has yet to begin.”
You awoke in the ashes of your home, the cryptic words burned into your memory. But there was no time to decipher their meaning. Grief and rage coursed through your veins, driving you to one purpose: vengeance. You would find those responsible for destroying your life, and you would make them pay.
With nothing left to lose, you set your sights on Skyrim. The vision lingers in your mind, its meaning eluding you for now. Revenge is your only compass, and the search begins.
Optional Starts in line with the story:
Deity:
(Optional depending on who you believe the message is from)
Medical History:
RP Gameplay Restrictions w/ RP Reasoning
Race:
Altmer
Build Focus:
SpellSword
- Destruction
- One handed
- Evasion
- Wayfarer - Lone Wolf
Backstory:
You were a newly recruited Thalmor agent, leaving behind your wife and child in the Summerset Isles to serve the Aldmeri Dominion. Assigned as a guard for a Justiciar in Skyrim, you quickly distinguished yourself by defending your patrol during a Stormcloak ambush. With skill and precision, you cut down the attackers, sparing only one—a prisoner you delivered to Ondolemar’s interrogators in Markarth.
But victory brought no satisfaction. The interrogation you witnessed turned your stomach. The cruelty inflicted upon the surviving Stormcloak was beyond anything you could have imagined, exposing the darker truth of the Dominion's mission. You had joined to bring order and strength to the world—not to enforce the Dominion’s racial extremism with sadistic zeal. Though you harbored no love for the coarse and stubborn Nords, you found yourself sympathizing with their plight under Thalmor oppression.
When you voiced your disapproval, you became an outcast among your peers. Whispers of disloyalty followed you, forcing you to seek like-minded individuals within the ranks. That was when you heard of Nirenoore, a rumored dissenter plotting rebellion within the Thalmor. Hope flickered briefly, but it was snuffed out when a fellow agent reported your suspected defection. Dragged before your superior, your sympathies were uncovered, and you were branded a traitor. The punishment was death.
You narrowly escaped their execution attempt, bloodied but alive, and fled back to the Summerset Isles, desperate to save your family. Yet your efforts came too late. As you approached your home, you saw it engulfed in flames. Thalmor agents had already set their mark. Ignoring the searing heat, you charged inside to rescue your wife and child—but the smoke and flames consumed you, and you perished alongside them.
Or so you thought.
As darkness claimed you, a vision pierced the void. You saw the world engulfed in fire, devoured by the maw of a great beast. A voice echoed within your mind, both alien and familiar: “You are not meant to die here, child. Your story has yet to begin.”
You awoke in the ashes of your home, the cryptic words burned into your memory. But there was no time to decipher their meaning. Grief and rage coursed through your veins, driving you to one purpose: vengeance. You would find those responsible for destroying your life, and you would make them pay.
With nothing left to lose, you set your sights on Skyrim. The vision lingers in your mind, its meaning eluding you for now. Revenge is your only compass, and the search begins.
Optional Starts in line with the story:
- Vanilla start (caught crossing the border into Skyrim)
- Camping in the woods (just made it into Skyrim)
- Mercenary traveling to Skyrim from
- Cyrodiil
- Hammerfell
- High Rock
Deity:
(Optional depending on who you believe the message is from)
- Auri-El
- Akatosh
Medical History:
- Dealers Choice
RP Gameplay Restrictions w/ RP Reasoning
- No Followers unless forced by quest
- After the betrayal of your comrades to your superiors and witnessing the murder of your family, trust is now a harder feat than facing death. You don’t think you will ever be able to completely trust others again, at least not anytime soon.
- After the betrayal of your comrades to your superiors and witnessing the murder of your family, trust is now a harder feat than facing death. You don’t think you will ever be able to completely trust others again, at least not anytime soon.
- No putting points into Speech
- Anger, depression, and extended solitude on your trek back to Skyrim have left your manners quite poor. Your dour attitude and often unearned hostility makes you a very poor conversationalist and vendors tend to dislike your rudeness.
- Anger, depression, and extended solitude on your trek back to Skyrim have left your manners quite poor. Your dour attitude and often unearned hostility makes you a very poor conversationalist and vendors tend to dislike your rudeness.