"Shoborz!" Mokudul shouted. "Shoborz! Open up this sorry excuse for a gate, you old slob!"
There seemed to be no answer for a while until half of the gate swung open another big Orc... Well, big compared to Finte...
"By Malacath's horns, Mokudul the Wanderer... I thought you were long dead."
"You are not Shoborz. Are you that runt of a son he had around last time I was here? Did ya finally kill the old man? Ha, such is the way it should be." Mokudul laughed and grabbed a flask from his belt.
WARNING
I do NOT support, nor endorse sticking swords in people. Not only that, but I *ALSO* do not support cutting off their heads with axes.
The separation between fantasy and reality is a required one, and those unable to make that distinction belong locked up from the world where they can do no harm to themselves or others.
Seriously.
It had to be said.
Dear Diary,
I can't see what Hadmir likes about being a guard. The hours are hopeless, the days are long, the pay is alright, but the daily drag just seems horrid to me.
The moral seems to be, don't take an arrow to the knee, but all the guards I've met thus far haven't had a real arrow through the knee... Not like uncle Throm anyway... They'd be walking much, much less well and slightly funny...
Whiterun was a sight for sore eyes, I'll admit. People I had met in the past were sti
The Book of Darkness
Chapter One: Neither Man, Nor Mer
After far too long, it's finally done. c: Sure, Chapter 1 ends with a bit of a cliffhanger, but its the first chapter, it's supposed to. It's a little story about the half-Nord half-Bosmer woman Sevara as she has a rather disorganized life after escaping from a decade in sex slavery, becoming a Vampire in the first part - and not doing that much with it.
After confronting the nightmares of her past, she meets a strang
BLOG DESCRIPTION : Short
A Q&A resource for MOD creators who wish to research real-world BDSM considerations when developing their properties.
A resource for the curious, and portal for the adventurous into the real world of fetishism.
CREDENTIALS :
I go by the name of DomDate. I have been an active fetishist since 1994. I became fully involved with the BDSM community in 2002. I am a Dominant, or "DOM". I have retained one regular girl throughout, and have been part o
So I've been having trouble with CtD and serious lag (which most recently has led to CtD), and now I'm convinced that I need a desktop gaming rig.
Two topics interest me:
1. What are the must have items, in terms of hardware, to pull off strong ENB, mods that add many NPCs and creatures, and high resolution textures, all while keeping a descent to high framerate.
2. How much trouble should I have, with no experience, with building my own PC?
I look forward to this conversation, a
I am a noob in modding.So please ignore any technical term faults.
I have installed everything which is written in Sexlab framework requirements(SkyUI,SKSE,Sexlab Framework,FNIS etc.)
I have installled the mods 'Sexlab Romance','JUGS','Sexlab Working Girl'.I am receiving the dialogues while chatting with the NPCs.
But the animations dont start.The NPCs simply stand there doing nothing;But they follow me if I ask them out to 'some place quiet' and after reaching,they stand still without doing
Starting tomorrow I'm going to have to take a break from writing for a bit, RL has run off with the keys to my time...
That was the downside. On the other hand; I found these: Linky Linky
I'm getting a pair for a date with my first Domme I would have loved to call Master.
On the other, other hand... I could use a new hat: Hats hats hats... I have a Cold War Soldier's Ushanka...
I'll be back to writing, maybe Thursday...
I spent some time yesterday creating another Snow Elf character. You wouldn't expect this but it's not easy to find a good hairstyle that doesn't clip through the Ancient Falmer Crown...
This is Jorunn. Left for dead in an ice cave near Saarthal by Atmoran warriors, she fell off a ledge and into icy waters. She was preserved for hundreds of years, until a campfire in the ice cave slowly melted the ice around her and she awoke to a much different world.
This is an update on a similar post from last year to answer questions I get from time to time about how I customized Skyrim for my screenshots.
Some changes this year:
- I dropped Climate of Tamriel and a few other mods to trim down my list of mods
- I dropped Requiem (I really didn't like the number of compatibility patches it requires and I couldn't stand the changes to visuals of some effects like Spriggan attacks)
- I merged a few mods into patches (JK's aw
Just a simple little story I made during the Tenpenny Tower quest in Fallout 3 with my character Isabella.
This is the first time I've tried my hand at storytelling, I'm still pretty new to all this stuff. Sorry for the quality, I'm using a performance ENB. I tried out some high quality ones but my ancient hardware couldn't take it.
Anyway here it is, enjoy.
NSFW
Dear Diary,
I think I'll be better off not telling people I am Dragonborn... Even though they are my kinsmen, all of the inhabitants of Ivarstead suddenly address as if I am some kind of deity... It honestly makes me feel like a sham...
The morning was eventful. Work had started on rebuilding the roof on the inn before I had awoken. A bit of breakfast and something awful they called brandy set the tone for the day. It all left a bitter taste in my mouth.
The dead guard's had be
Her name was Finte, though these days nobody knew or cared. You see, Finte was taken from her home one night. Slaves were a profitable business and Civil War made for some excellent 'opportunities'. Finte was one of the many victims of this senseless war. Out in the wilds, where few travelers dared to tread, she toiled for her captor.
Finte had nothing left. To even survive she was completely dependent on her master. Scraps, left-overs, ale and semen had been the only things for a long time
So this morning after firing up the computer and freezing while trying to open a compressed file with Winrar. Like total hard lock freezing.
I rebooted and could not get past the Windows loading screen...
So I broke out a spare SSD drive that I ment to upgrade my OS drive to a couple of months ago...
And I'm doing a fresh install of the OS.
Windows 7 64bit Home Premium - Nothing fancy.
Old Drive was a Crucial M400 64GB, replacement is a PNY XLR8 128GB (about the same speed on read
The man, inside
Finally the day had come. The man of her dreams had come and swept her of her feet. Fastred held on to him tight as he carried her back to Ivarstead. Her heart was still going like mad. She had always been interested in Klimmek, but he had seemed so distant. When he wasn't up the mountain, delivering food to the Greybeards, he spent most of his time fishing. It felt to her like he was avoiding her of late, but that feeling had completely gone.
There was a sickening
Dear Diary,
Do the patterns in the stars tell us who we are and do we really want to know?
The Greybeards gave me a book written by Jurgen Windcaller, their founder. It was a dictionary of sorts. Each page told a story three times. One in Deykel, written symbols, one in Pelnix, transcribed words, and one in Rotun, common translation. Reading the first story aloud caused a smile on Arngeir's, otherwise solemn, face. It turned out to be the story from the waystones.
With every st
Dear diary,
Life continues. One thing that life on the road revolves around is gold and I have nearly none left. Thankfully people always have favors that need doing. Thus my morning was spent chopping wood for the locals. Boti, the woman that I had seen arguing with a man, her husband Jofthor, told me about how Ivarstead was becoming a bit of a backwater. She also told me of her daughter, Fastred. By Ysmir, what is it with all these damsels? Where are the men? Apparently there were men..
"Call me if you need anything, but try not to wake me unnecessarily. Good night, my sweet..."
I could feel her struggle against her bindings. I could feel the moment she reached orgasm. I felt her tire and fall asleep...
When she nodded off I quickly and quietly undid her bindings. The gag had fallen from her mouth already, but she hadn't made a sound afterwards. I left the plug neatly between her legs. She had been able to fall asleep with it... Tomorrow we'd go and have a little play with
