Inside Windhelm the first order of business was to console kill Calixto. After that I ran around doing the usual trading and picked up another four or five followers.
Not impressed with the interior of the temple since I removed CleverCharff's textures.
I knocked on the door of Candlehearth Hall and asked "Is Luaffyn?"
I use more than 12 female NPC replacers yet Luaffyn is still somehow vanilla.
Didn't there used to be an admin . . .
Perhaps not everyone knows that you can create your own animations, i.e. combine them with others. What matters is that they are placed in the right place and, of course, that you use FNIS every time. Let's face it, Skyrim's stealth animations are terrible, the initial pose alone is unwatchable.
So, I decided to replace it and match it with a sexy movement for women. In the demo video I used these two mods
UNDERDOG - Animations GSPoses & SLA
Disclaimer: this is that entry I warned you about. I tried to keep it tame.
Hey, it's Destana. I was going to let Runa talk a little bit and catch us up more on her dealings with the Dark Brotherhood, and what she's been doing in Bruma, but... maybe next time. I was finishing my tour of the holds to inform them of Alduin's death, and now to tell them about the barrier falling... and to plan a strategy.
Here is my off the cuff to-do list:
- Finish my tour of the
ORIGIN: (Finally its time for My Main Character - THE LIFE KING: ZASELIM) - Everything about Him is pure FICTION mixed with real elements and doesn't exist in reality.
I pose no disrespect or ill will towards any religion, Myth or Culture and If someone feels that I'm doing it then I apologize in advance as it is not my intent as I mentioned above that its pure fiction mixed with a bit of reality of our world.
Thanks .
When there was nothing but Almighty GOD, no Space, No
The dawn gently coaxed me back to wakefulness. Edippa had risen a time earlier and prepared a light breakfast from our provisions. After enjoying the warmth of the sun for a few moments more, I joined her and slaked my thirst.
"Divines," I complained, "I'm still dead tired. I think we'll need to stop at Whiterun just like you suggested."
Edippa smiled at that, offering me a mug with what turned out to be wine in it.
"I figured you might feel that way. You str
Thank you for following along with this story of mine! Hopefully, you will stick around for my future plans regarding The Simsfather and my sim creations.
This is the working document containing the characters of my story, "The Simsfather". The purpose of this document is to give you context surrounding each character's background, traits and desires.
If you intend to read the entire story, I highly recommend that you do not read any further and start with the first blo
Officially, there will be four parts to this story. I should be updating with the final one shortly after this one. I had originally planned for this to only be three, but this part is long enough and ends in a natural break.
Enjoy and be on the lookout for the conclusion, hopefully some time this week.
The Paradise Predator (Graphic Novel)
Part Eight
The submission of
Layla the protected
Succubus
Abalam the Demon of Lust was in is throne , and looked to Room entrance to see is Favorite Succubus graciously
Walk with her provocative sensual walk in his direction, her tail swinging right and left in slow soft motion in compass with her sexy hips,
The Demon felt his lust on his huge cock that started rising slowly to erect state.
It's Destana again. Since that day, I read a few books on Dragon Breaks. Many times, it is caused by things related to Lorkhan, like the Numidium. That might've been it. But, I believe me killing Alduin was what really caused time to go all wibbly-wobbly. I was in Sovngarde for about five days. Five months passed in Skyrim.
"What?? Five months? How is that possible?" I asked Serana, in shock.
"Well," Serana started, still clearly emotional, "Alduin was Akatosh's child.
I woke up back in the elf's hiding spot. Edippa was sorting through a pile of odds and ends laid out on the table, and paused in her work when I sat up.
"Daughter, I see you're awake," she said.
I shook my head a few times to try and clear the fog from my mind before answering, weakly, "more or less."
Edippa smiled indulgently. "Considering yesterday's ordeal, I'm not surprised. But we did it. You did it, considering I couldn't help you during the final battl
The plan is to go round the circle, praising and punishing until everyone seems stable, and then to pick one slave out for some special attention.
So this is the first of my Special Attention girls.
She had some fancy elf name like Lilandria or Leylandi or somesuch thing, but that's a bit fancy for a slavegirl, so I'm calling her Lilly. Also having taken a picture for the record, the hood is going back on. I'm hoping it will help discourage ru
It's like this: I set out from Falkreath to kill the leader of Knifepoint Ridge for Siddgeir. When I set out I had one slave. She still wasn't fully resigned to her fate. so I brought her along so I could train her on the way. Then I picked up the necromancer adept on top of Falkreath Watch Tower, a couple of sleeping hunters at Hunters' Rest who just too tempting for words, and finally ran into a couple more bandits just before Knifepoint, so I had six in two when I got there.
Then
"Daughter, wake up."
I roused reluctantly. You wouldn't think it, but the ill-fated Bosmer's hidey-hole was actually a rather comfortable place to rest. The large hearth kept the entire chamber well-warmed, even the stone floor, and a spacious chimney prevented smoke from building up even after many hours. Still, I pulled myself back to the present and found Edippa looking down at me.
Unbidden, a thought passed into my mind, and then from my lips.
Another excerpt from "The Simsfather". This time from Chapter 15, An Ultimatum.
Vito teaches Rosa how to drive. An old friend pays Vito a visit.
"It's safer to teach you English!"
"(waves hand) I know English - Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday, Saturday. Andiamo, andiamo. Ancora una volta, Vito.
