The bear's roars and the fleeing men's screams faded into the distance, but the dog remained, carefully considering Monilee and her party. Then he spoke.
The Elder Scrolls V Skyrim Special Edition 2021.04.24 - 20.42.48.02.mp4
Monilee had seen her fair share of strange sights, but a talking dog was a new one. Maybe she was still a little stunned from the ambush, but the best she could manage was an incredulous, "Did you just talk?"
The dog cocked his head
Kalisha The Imperial Wandering Widow
Yes, another Imperial. I love Imperial xD
Finally done pcking her outfit.
Only thing left now is a bit of creationkit magic. I've never deal with HDT/SMP clothes on standalone follower so it might take a while to figure it out.
And probably tweak her face & makeup a bit more
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K Costumes/Outfit Pack + Early Access Version SE by MataB
for Skyrim SE (Not all of the Outfits are working)
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I'm also releasing Ianna's Sword from Blade of Darkness. It c
"My Thane! My Thane!" Lydia shook Monilee and called out to her as the Graybeards looked on silently. Watching. Judging.
Pain brought Monilee back to the present. Pain in the sensitive places now skewered by finely wrought metal. Pain in her wrists, and ankles, and throat where she'd been suspended by spectral bindings. Pain in her chest where a harness now held her tight. Pain in her knees and and elbows hands where the cold floor chilled her to the bone even as she lifted herself
Author's note: this one is lengthier than most of the entries so far, as it was intended to be two sessions (12 and 13) but was compressed because of schedule constraints. Please be aware that the final video is lengthy and large (it depicts the entire opening scene of Shout Like a Virgin's main quest). I recommend downloading it rather than attempting to stream it.
"Can I give you some advice?" Shayna asked as the trio finished breakfast. Monilee nodded assent and the doppelganger
Trendil frowned at the warped wood as she finished the knot. Fortune had favored them – as it had not for some sailors of years past – by providing the remains of a ship run aground. There was enough loose wood to construct a boat of sorts. Something between a raft and a coracle, except without the stability of the first or the utility of the second. If you took the worst aspects of each and combined them, you would get something akin to what they had made.
She heard footsteps approa
Monilee staggered through the destitute throngs camping outside Whiterun's gates. Some just stared, others mouthed questions. The dragon - is it dead? Are we safe? Monilee had no answers for them. Her full focus was on putting on foot in front of the other on the long path to the Jarl's palace. Silently, the guards opened the gates for her, their eyes gleaming silent questions through their close-faced helms. How had the battle gone? Did it end in victory? Were their friends coming close behind,
As soon as Farengar started to describe the stone tablet, Monilee was pretty sure she knew where it was at. In the cavern with the Word Wall, Monilee had seen a sealed sarcophagus next to the large treasure chest she'd looted. Indeed, she'd been sorely tempted to try and pry it open - a move that, in retrospect, would have saved her a lot of time. But after her encounter with the choking collar, she'd been wary of tempting fate too much when it came to sealed containers. The treasure chest had b
Monilee took one last walk through Helgen, looking for any sign of survivors. There were signs of battle, for certain - and signs of the dragon's fiery wrath. Corpses as well, some fresh, some charred to cinders, and judging by the smell more buried in the ruin of Helgen's homes and businesses. But no signs of life. And as the dragonfire-warmed stones began to cool, the chill wind made the gutten city less and less comfortable by the minute.
So returned by the way she came, forging
