Hiya!
I hope everyone is enjoying the holidays. I thought I'd quickly nip in and add some more of my old stories to this blog. Sometimes I find myself playing Skyrim and really enjoying the world, the characters, and just the overall feel of everything...
...and suddenly I really want to make up a silly Mai story. But not one of those multi-episode, 50+ screenshot tales that take 3 weeks to create! Nope, sometimes I just wanna throw something together quickly. Something like these:
CHAPTER 24: THE CASE OF THE EMPTY VAULT In which our hero takes the short end of the stick. Previous: Chapter 23, No Shit!
Twenty five years after Mercer killed Gallus and framed Karliah, she's back on her home turf. Brynjolf, the idiot that he is, seems inclined to trust me and Karliah enough to let us talk without going for our throats. The other members of the guild are, contradictory to my original estimation, even dumber than he, because they let him. So Brynjolf takes Karliah's word th
I absolutely adore decorating, creating something from essentially a blank space, making it look absolutely pretty. (With the talented help of oh so many wonderful creators)
Today... (Oh and merry christmas everyone! Happy holidays and all that festive horseshit )
Today I'm bringing you screenshots of the garden home I'm working on. I can do this crap for hours and hours and hours. Just placing the little stuff that matters. Things here and there and the ambiance.
You know what was
Hello all,
This is my first attempt at a video. I'll publish them to NaughtyMachinima. This one is a little special time my Dovahkin earned at Ivy Cottage. Special thanks to Weebsz for permission to use a follower of mine (Jaina) based off his Korbin (she's quite the inspiration ). I'll list the mods used below. I'm not 100% sold on vanilla voices mod, it's going to take some finaggling. If it makes your ears bleed mute it my dovah can't help himself; she's very good at what she does...
CHAPTER 23: NO SHIT! In which our hero spends a lot of time thinking about excrement. Previous: Chapter 22, The Non-Thieves Guild
Back in Riften (home of the Thieves Guild, as a guard helpfully reminds me, in case I've forgotten), Mercer admires the work of the mysterious person who has been working against the guild. Apparently selling mead halfway across the country is somehow a brilliant move in an intricate chess game or something.
Mercer says that the unknown person is trying to get
