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Ramblings, screenshots, gifs, stories or rants.

Probably updated sporadically if at all depending on how lazy or drunk I am at the time.

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Wolfscar

I thought her crazy when she suggested it, never thought I would be back here. The Olde Kingdom. Where Shor breathed unto the ancient mountains and formed the first men in the frosts. Birthplace of Tamriel's greatest warriors and seat of their earliest Empires. Ysmir the Stormcrowned, Ysgramor, Olaf One-eye, Talos, all began here. Wolfmen and Hag-wytches, draugr and dragons. A land of mead and monsters, gods and legends. Land of my ancestors. I haven't set foot here since I was a mere child, cov
The First Lady of Hats

The First Lady of Hats

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Predicaments...

"He who sups with the Devil should have a long spoon..." ¬14th Century Proverb.       The Pale. One of the oldest Holds of skyrim, settled by the sons of Ysgramor after the mythical five hundred landed their ships on the shores of the Sea of Ghosts and cleaved the elven natives from the land. Where the Reach is unwelcoming for it's crags and the savages that dwell within them, the Pale is inhospitable for it's climate. A barren realm where the weather itself is perhaps more c
The First Lady of Hats

The First Lady of Hats

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Lost in Translation. II

---------------------------------------------------------------- With thanks to Resdayn for special guest appearances, and Vampire lady Alter Native, since browsing her blogs I came across a guide thingy she wrote that shaved vast amounts of time from my shooting process. (Would probably shave off even more if'n Skyrim was not so adverse to alt-tabs) We return to our regular scheduled programming soon-ish™. Putting a load order and new ENB in order to actually play rather tha

Lost in Translation. I

Not my usual style, Consider it an experimental Format for one-shot side stories. Like the previous entry, this one was supposed to be a much much shorter tale for comical relief, But a certain person prodded me about doing a thingy with them and convinced me to extend it to accomodate. Thus it's been sliced in half, part two will follow Soon™   -----------------------------------------------------------------          

Wildlings Wolves and Wraiths.

"We recognized the features of Lucy Westrna, but yet how changed. The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness." ¬Jack Steward, Bramstoker's Dracula     We Failed..."I" Failed.     I arrived too late, all that remained were ashes and embers, empty hallways littered with broken urns, their treasures looted. The ancient dead, their usefullness as servitors for the vile cult spent they were simply cast aside, e

The Pale Academy

"They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise." ¬Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge.           A quiet moment, they seem few and far between now. With a new Sybil enthroned in the sanctum the temple has become bustling once more. Pilgrims flock from distant cities to see the holy seer, The Markarth city watch come to recieve bless

Sybils and Sirens

"A wondrous portal opened wide, As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed; And the Piper advanced and the children followed, And when all were in to the very last, The door in the mountain-side shut fast ," ¬The Pied Piper of Hamelin.       The Reach. Much of Skyrim's geography is harsh, merciless, when not battling the creatures that lair in the North, citizens are wrestling with the very land itself and loosing that battle can prove deadly. But no hold is as forboding as

Ending the Line

"I saw pale kings and princes too,        Pale knights, death-pale were they all; They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci        Thee hath in thrall!" ¬Keats       Skyrim, The Old Kingdom, The Fatherland. It began here, not the family, they are of Olde High Rock and always have been. There have been Montalions at the Bjoulsae River since before the first foundation stone of Wayrest was laid and there will likely be long after it has crumbled to dust. And in that great bastion o

Random character creation foolishness, ( wi' bouncy lewd bits cos this is loverslab)

I was browsin' erry body else's screenshots and blogs an' whatnot, and it struck me. I've never actually played a "good" character, in all the time I've played skyrim, since launch, they've always been Morally grey-ish. So a new profile on Mod Organizer and fiddle wi' a new character. I figured a Breton Knight, a paladin mebbe, a cleric o' Dibella.   So Isabella Montalion, who is totes not French honest.     and since I was lookin' at new mods and checkin' load orde

Hounds and Whores

From the Diaries and Travel Logs of Siriel Glaivesong, Siren of Silvenar. Bard, Rogue, Thief.     I still remember my first lute. It was a rare prize, not that the bosmer don't have music, song and dance, every village has it's musicians and every household knows the old songs, but the greenpact forbids the cutting of trees, and thus instruments were an uncommon sight. This one made it's way into my hands from distant Daggerfall. an ensemble of jugglers, acrobats and troubadors, hadd

Alchemical wonders, Better Living Through Chemistry!

From the Diaries and Travel Logs of Siriel Glaivesong, Siren of Silvenar. Bard, Rogue, Thief.       My mother used to tell me that all men think with their dicks, that might actually be relevant later, but for now I think it affects women too. Because as I stalked through the streets of Bruma I found my brain deep in argument with my cunt. "You have more important things to be doing." My Head would try and explain. It was correct of course, I had a heist to plan, Count Carvai
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