AnimObjects are great. You set an idle on an actor, and the furniture and/or armor auto-equips and if the actor isn't exactly where they should be, the AnimObjects are still right. Plus you can target the actor with something like Jaxonz Positioner and move them around.
The disadvantage however is that, if you're shrinking the actor like I am, the actor's collision remains full size, so you can't put them on shelves or too close to one another, or anywhere the actor couldn't normally
In which our plucky heroine gets in way over her head when she uncovers a vast conspiracy in Markarth and is tossed into Cidhna Mine to rot.
Uraccen claims his toll. This slut reminds him of his daughter, somehow. He doesn't know how quite to feel about that.
Duach plows the new whore in exchange for some skooma, or so he tells her. The only thing she gets out of this is a sore cunt and a bitter lesson about leverage.
Grisvar the
Hi again. For this who might be interested to know, I am aiming for a once a week schedule for my blog stories going forward. Somewhere around 5 AM GMT every Wednesday.
Thank you for taking an interest in my stories. I'll try not to take breaks that last for years this time.
Whew! We made it to the end of the first DCI adventure! Sorry this one took a few days longer than usual, there were a loooot of goblins to make .
Thanks so much for the great response to his series, it's very near and dear to my heart both as a tribute to my own nerdily misspent youth and for the amount of time and effort I spemt on it- more than I have ever put into any of my stories to date!
Let me know if you'd like to see more from the gals (and Azrael and Bjorngar)
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So the reason this entry was so heavily delayed is because I wanted to release all 3 parts of Act Seven at once. In the past, I haven't done this. But I felt it was the right decision in this case. Act Seven is pretty long. It just had to be split up. But in how it is structured, I don't think having two weeks gaps fits the pacing. Of course, feel free to read at your own pace. It really doesn't matter to me; and as a whole, it doesn't really affect the story. I just feel l
Emma is the newest member of The Companions. She wants to pursue her destiny. When the Dragonborn first meets her, she seems a bit shy. Her teenage years were difficult and she had a hard time getting to where she is today.
But before understanding Emma's story, one must understand her parents' story...
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They set out the next morning, before dawn. They're hunting outlaws again.
Maer is still sore from the previous night, and the day too. But more than the aches of her body - she's mostly gotten used to them - something gnaws at the back of her mind. Finally, as her Master stops for a moment to scan the landscape, she can't hold it back. She gets on her knees, wordlessly begging her Master to let her speak.
"Yes Princess? You may speak."
"Master... I..." she he
I want to set down some thoughts on the Girl In A Jar project. Where I am, where I want to go, what needs doing and what might be nice to have. There's a very high ramble-to-boob ratio in this one, so consider yourself warned
The The spell to put the girls in a jar is working, more or less. The "in a jar" part works flawlessly, it's just that a minute or two later, something pops them out of their idle and they revert to the ZAZ cuffs kneeling idle. This started happening after I r
It couldn’t last, of course. Sound returned first. It began as a distant whistle and grew over time, as the cart jostled along narrow, rocky mountain roads. A faint breeze, a rushing wind, then a slight pop and she could hear once again.
From this crack, her shell quickly shattered and her other senses returned in full brutal force. She couldn’t hold back an audible cry as the pain from her half-healed wounds seemed to lance through every nerve her body contained all at once.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to fuck her face."
They're spending the night at her former Master's house. Her new Master - the Orc named Dub - has some business to discuss. Maer is being passed around as a fuck-toy to whoever wants her. It's a courtesy. Her Master is a good guest.
Her old friend and former lover Onmund is a guest as well. He has been trying to earn a place at the Jarl's court and has been ingratiating himself with the Thane. Right now, he wants to shove hi
"Did the dogs fuck you?"
Maer shakes her head.
"You may speak."
What a disgusting thought. She hesitates for a moment, finding her voice. "No Master."
"Any horses? Did you get horse cock?"
Her eyes widen at the image. "No Master."
"Would you like to?"
"No Master! Please, no!"
He laughs. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Dragon!" The shout goes up as wings beat overhead.
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