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Hey, it's me.  Destana.  Before I talk about going and seeing Ulfric, I decided I would clear up some logistical data.

- If I am still traveling, how does the baby get fed?  

Well, I learned a very useful spell named Sophomoric Teleportation.  Meant to be a way to transport goods in containers (chests, etc) to the user's home, I just squeeze my boob into a bottle and transport it back to Honeyside in Riften.  Damien is old enough to drink from a small bottle with a fake nipple; a couple months.  I have been spending most of my time within reach to Riften except for the Battle of Solitude and now my trip to Windhelm.  But, of course, how it always goes with me is I go to a place with certain intentions and I get embroiled in something much bigger.

- Tattoos are rare, but they're certainly do-able.  They take a long time, a lot of artistry.  And many Nords have lots of them.  They're done by slowly poking (dot by dot) a needle into the outer layer of your skin with ash or similar material.  I think the next one I get is the full back.  Because I have a lot of time to waste... again.

 

So I was in the palace, looking at him from across his hall.  He looked up as I approached.

"Stormblade!  I hope this day finds you well!" Ulfric shouted to me.

"Hey Ulfric," I said meekly, not bothering to refer to him as 'Jarl' or 'Future High King,' 'the One and Future King,' or whatever.  We were good friends.  

"What brings you to Windhelm?" He asked, "Sampling the mead and the culture?"

"Well, I was asked to solve a murder on my way in.  But I'm no copper," I smiled, "But no, I have ... news for you."

He raised an eyebrow, "What sort of news?"

"I'm pregnant," I replied, unabashedly.

"Congratu ~"

"Yeah, you guessed it," I said.

"So what does this mean for us?  You're married, are you not?" He replied calmly, in even tones, as he always did, "I knew I probably shouldn't've fucked with another man's wife.  Foolish, like a young man."

In truth, Ulfric had met Sanguine a few times on the battlefield and knew he was an excellent warrior, but like anyone else, he had no idea of his true nature.

"Sam is alright.  He's a different beast," I replied, then said, "I am going to keep it."

"So do you want support?  I know you're fairly wealthy, but not Jarl or future High King wealthy," he said.

"I don't need anything.  I don't want to force you to marry me.  In fact, I don't want to marry you at all (no offense)."

"None taken."

"I just wanted to let you know.  If you want to have any involvement, tell me and I'll make it happen.  But if not," I shrugged, "That's fine too.  I would like us to remain friends, though."

"Alright, friend.  I'm bored.  The moot still has not met.  What are you up to these days?"

I shrugged again, "Well, I'm about to go perform some public service for Solitude so I can buy land.  I friggin hate Solitude.  When I got to Skyrim I went to prison there for a little bit for killing Thalmor and freeing a Stormcloak captive."

"That... makes a lot of sense how your tale got here," Ulfric raised an eyebrow, "Now I see why you wanted to take back Solitude for Skyrim so bad.  And why you hate the Thalmor."

"Among other reasons," I said, "I am a Redguard.  We kept fighting them for five more years after the Empire gave up."

"Hmm... What kind of public service?" He asked.

"Well I know for a fact they need the Wolf Skull Cave cleared out because some guy was asking for it from Dragon Bridge," 

"You do this kind of stuff all the time, don't you?" He asked.

"Pretty much.  This is pretty light work compared to my normal killing dragons and fighting wars."

He chuckled, "Are you not concerned with the health of... the child?"

"It's pretty early," I replied, "I was just going to use summons and rage spells.  I learned quite a lot from the college mages that I haven't had a chance to test yet."

"Alright," he nodded.  Then he stood to his feet, "Let me help you out."

"Help how?"

"I'm going to come with you," he grabbed his axe and put it on his belt, "Don't tell Galmar."

I smiled, dumbfounded, "Are you sure this is okay?  You're kind of important."

"You might say I'm essential," Ulfric winked, "But am I Jarl or not?  Besides, you should see examples of shouts from a real pro who actually uses them for combat, unlike the Greybeards.  Think of it as Dragonborn training."

"Don't you start," I shook my head.

So yeah, the most important man in Skyrim came with me to do a random dungeon quest.  We took what we had on hand and walked out the front door.

"Where are you going, my Jarl?  And without guards," Galmar was standing near the brazier out in front.

"Old bear, I'm merely going out to stretch my legs," Ulfric responded.

"We should probably bring him along," I whispered to Ulfric.

"Out of the question, my Jarl," Galmar folded his arms.

"Not to worry, Galmar.  I have the legendary hero right here to protect me.  I'm no slouch with an axe myself."

"Perhaps you should come along to keep him safe," I suggested.

Galmar finally growled at us, "All right.  I'll come with you.  But I'll have you know you endanger all of Skyrim with your antics!"

"Yeah, well.  Not the first time," I smirked. 

 

We traveled through the night and half the next day (to the mountains above Solitude) then we rested until nightfall.

"Stormblade, do you always approach at night when you're alone?  Not very honorable," Galmar asked.

"Galmar, do you know what I do while I'm not working with the Stormcloaks?" I asked.

"I don't know, shout at dragons or something?" Galmar asked.

Ulfric laughed.  I think he had an idea, though the full depth of my depravity probably escaped him.

"I'm the guild master of the Thieves Guild of Riften," I smirked, "A mage.  And in some cases, I work with the Dark Brotherhood.  I'm not exactly the honorable type."

I readied a spell, then I cast 'Summon Inigo' which the cat had gifted me during our travels together.

"What?  Where?" He asked, "Hello friend.  I'm glad you chose to summon me after I finished peeing."

"Sorry, Inigo.  Could I use your help today?" I asked.

"Of course.  I did say you could call upon me anytime," he slipped on the elven armor I'd found for him, "What's the job?"

"Simple dungeon clear," I replied, loading a bolt in my crossbow.

We swept through the first part of the dungeon.  Strangely, found a draugr about to sexually assault a necromancer (I wonder if he summoned more than he could handle).  We reached a deeper part, filled with collapsed towers and walls, which allowed our enemies plenty of vantage points to shoot at us.  I headed up the rear, shooting bolts while the boys rushed in.

At one point the boys were fighting a couple draugr and I stepped past to peer over an overlook.  A draugr was there, waiting for me and he staggered me with a shout. 

"You call that a shout?" I furrowed my brow at him, took a deep breath and shouted back, "FUS - RO!" And it blew him off the overlook.

Ulfric chuckled as he rushed ahead.  

We had some fun wrecking those guys, including a group of summoners at the end, trying to summon Potema.  From what Ulfric said she was an ancient queen of Skyrim, master of necromancy.

We said our goodbyes and I made my way back to Solitude.  I saw Falk Firebeard in the courtyard, walking home - as it was late at night now, and he gladly accepted my tribute and thanked me.  

"Dang, should've asked those guys to join me for dinner... early breakfast," I sighed, going to the Bards' college to snag a free bed there.  

"Oh wow," I said to the cook as I walked into the basement, "You guys remodeled.  These used to be a bunch of beds in a hallway.  Now we get rooms??  With a desk!  This is as good as the college of Winterhold.  Not as roomy, but the accommodations are definitely better."

"Who are you again?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah, I joined a while back," I replied, "Looks like you guys designated me a room."

He blinked, "I have literally never seen you.  It's been a year since you stepped foot in this building."

"I needed to go out and get practical experience," I said, "I needed some stories to tell."

He pursed his lips, "Fair.  I think Viarmo will probably want to see you."

I sighed, "Maybe in a couple days.  I need to talk to the Jarl first."

I took a few hour nap and woke up late morning - enough time for courtly affairs to die down a bit.  I went to the Blue Palace and approached Fair Elisif.  

"Thank you for your help.  Are you seeking Thanehood?  I know you've been named Thane in Riften and Whiterun.  I wonder - would you do one more thing for me?"

"Sure, my Jarl.  What do you need?" I asked. 

She leaned in and whispered to me, "Meet me tonight in my bedchambers."

I smiled.  I took the time to sleep some more, eat and drink, pump and transport and take the first two assessments to be considered a master Bard of the college.  Then I showed up to the Blue Palace after hours.

"You are... expected," Falk said as I approached the Jarl's room.  He opened the door for me, "Mind your manners.  We all know you're strong, but don't think I won't come after you if you make one false move."

Falk walked in after me and stood in the corner, arms folded.  Jarl Elisif was sitting at her table and bid me sit across from her.  

"Good evening, Stormblade," she said.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

"Well, I actually have two requests," she replied.

"People tend to pile quests on me.  I can take it," I stared into her eyes.  She was, definitely fair.

"I'll name you Thane if you show me pleasure.  It's been so long since Torygg died," she said, "You're renowned for your 'skills."

"I'll do it.  Gladly," I smiled, "What's your second request?"

"You can do this after you do whatever you need to do - I assume you want to buy the plot of land?"

"Yes."

"I request you deliver Torygg's warhorn to the Shrine of Talos, northeast of Whiterun.  It would honor me greatly," she replied.

"I'll do it.  But I have a counter request," I said.

"What do you wish of the Jarl of Solitude?" She asked.

"You may know me as a stormcloak officer, but do you remember where else you might've seen me?" I asked.

She shook her head, puzzled.

I pulled the Crusader's Cuirass down, revealing the roadmap of scars marking my body.  

"I... I don't understand," she said.

"I was Solitude's prisoner.  A little over a year ago.  I was a lot weaker and possibly more headstrong then," I could feel emotions welling up inside me, like rage, "That jailer you employed back then - where is he?"

"I have to be honest, Stormblade.  He was sadistic and cruel.  We've sworn off his service in Solitude.  But I hear he sells his services to some of the other holds.  Namely..."

I prayed none of the holds I actually liked.

"...Riften..."

Damn.

"... Falkreath, Morthal and Whiterun.  The other holds are too small or too principled.  And not Markarth.  They have Cidhna Mine, which is way worse."

I sighed, "Well I'm glad you swore it off.  You seem like an honorable lady."

No more words were said.  I pulled up my armor and she pulled off her dress.  I gave her pleasure, sure.  I'd always been good at that.  And I asked for no reciprocation.  When we were done, I got the Horn from her.  I slept at the Bard's college again and set out to the Shrine of Talos.  It was good to know we reestablished his worship here, even if it did lead to a lot of conflict and death.  Even our former enemies were Talos worshippers at heart.  

I approached to find a man.  

"Who are you?" I said, drawing my blade at him.

"You'll regret being here!" Another voice stabbed at us.

The figure picked up a sword from the monument in front of him and we rushed into battle.  It was four Thalmor!  One wizard, whom I dispatched handily, while the man dealt with the three others.  

He turned, and I recognized the regalia of a Jarl, but not his face.  He returned the sword to the grave. Then he turned to me, "I am called Torygg."
"I've seen stranger things," I said, sheathing my sword, "Well, you do know you're dead, right?"

"Yeah.  Ulfric shouted at me and killed me with his sword," he said, "I've been waiting at this grave for someone... perhaps you.  I worry for my wife."

"Why?  She seems to have it under control."

"I'm watching her for a while before I pass on.  Now I don't have to," Torygg said.

"Why do you say that?"

"I need to make a request," he said, "It was you who helped Ulfric to his goal.  Now I request you look after her."

I folded my arms.  Maybe this man thought since I'd pleasured her I had some designs on forming a relationship with her.  Really, though, it was a simple ask.

"Sure.  I can do my best," I said.  I was pretty sure she had dozens of guards and hundreds of armed men to do that for her.  But I would lend a hand if I could.  

"You love her still, even in death?"

"We mortals are only flesh and blood.  Our hearts beat.  You understand.  Take care of her."

I smiled and nodded.  I returned to Solitude.

When I walked up the stairs to the Jarl's court area, Erikur pointed his finger at me, "So I see you've decided to take up necromancy."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I have eyes everywhere.  I had a man follow you," he replied.

"What's the matter, Erikur?  Get too close to your crush?" I chided, "I don't really care, to be honest, but I do want to speak the truth."

"Hold your tongue, necromancer!" Jarl Elisif shouted, "Erikur told me you've been speaking to my husband.  Did it involve sacrifices?  Depraved rituals?"

"Elisif..." I started.

"No more words, charlatan!" Elisif shouted at me.

Sybille Stentor, the court wizard, spoke from under her hood, "Surely you're not that naive, my lady.  There is no necromancy at work here."

"There is necromancy, and the Jarl knows it!" Erikur shouted back.

"Silence, you ignorant cur!  The real question is why you're even here!" Sybil yelled, "It is possible for spirits to contact their loved ones."

"Do you really believe that?" Erikur asked, "The law cannot be bent for personal relationships."

"What law?" I asked, "Necromancy is legal.  But that's one type of magic I've never practiced.  I'm all about consent and it stinks of the body having control taken away.  Raped.  You know, Erikur, like you did to me when I was in prison here?!"  

I could feel by voice booming, whether I intended to or not.  Not a shout, per se.  But I was getting pissed at this fool and his petty lust for Elisif.  Maybe this is who Torygg wanted me to protect her from.  

"Calm.  This is just a misunderstanding," Jarl Elisif said, evenly.  She peered over to the corner, like she was signaling me to follow her.  

After a long moment of consideration, Elisif joined me.  She whispered into my ear, "What did Torygg say?"

"He asked me to help look after you."

"You can have your title, by the way.  Visit me after hours, if you like," Elisif sighed, "Don't get any ideas though.  I'm still Jarl, and I'll remain alone."

"I'm married.  And pregnant," I replied.

Elisif smiled weakly, "Congratulations."  

A little sad, maybe.  This lady was complex.  I think she did have some kind of interest in me.  I turned to Falk Firebeard, "How much for the land?"

"The Windstad plot?  5000 gold.  If you want a property in the city, that'll be 25000 gold."

I mentally counted out my coins, "Gods, that's expensive.  I don't think I have enough for that.  I'll take Windstad.  I can cut down trees and find ore myself.  Guess I'll need to learn how to make nails and struts and things."

He handed me a deed.  On my way out I turned and said, "Besides, I wouldn't be caught dead in Solitude if I could help it."

I turned the corner, following Sybil.  She was laying in bed... in the late morning.

"Thanks for helping me back there," I said, "Why'd you do that?"

"Curiosity.  I know what you are," he replied.

"What's that?" Mage?  Dragonborn? Assassin?  Freak beast?  Demon-kisser?

"A free spirit.  Want to buy a woman a drink sometime?" She asked.

"Do you take your blood on the rocks or straight-up?" I said back.

"So you figured it out?"

"Yeah, you're a vampire.  Your eyes are glowing gold.  I can see them even with your hood on.  Or is everybody here that oblivious?" I smirked.

Anyway, I decided to go to the Winking Skeever to relax for a while, play lute (which I had never actually done in this town) and mingle.  Lisette was there.  From our one or two interactions around town, I knew she was a bard.  The other bards usually have a lot of information.  

"Care for a drink?" I asked, offering her ale.

"Always good to see a fellow bard," she replied, taking the mug.

"You know, the people in court are acting awfully weird.  Do you know anything about that?  Ever played for the Jarl here?"

She looked me dead in the eye and said, "Not here," and led me upstairs.

"So how about that Erikur?" I asked, folding my arms.

"He said he'd conquer me as a 'true nord," she said.

"Give me a break," I sneered, "I had him whimpering on the ground when I got on him.  Of course, does that make me no better than him?  I dunno."

I decided I would take a nap at the Bard College.  As I turned to leave, I noted Corpulus Vinius walking into the room Lisette had just been hanging out by with me.  Huh.  It's weird to think this, but it's kinda neat that other people besides me have sex lives.  I donated a coin to a beggar, and talked to a few passersby about recent events.  Before I could get to the college, though, Erikur walked up behind me on the street.

"It's you, the rabblerouser.  It's smells out here."

"What brings you out of the palace to mingle with the common filth?" I asked.

"We all have our flaws.  Mine is that women can't get enough of me."

About that time, Lisette came out the front door of the Skeever, "Greetings, thane.  What do you need?"

I raised an eyebrow, thinking she just saw me, then realizing she was talking to Erikur.

"Just wanted to get a good look at you.  And I like what I see."

"I'm sorry?" Lisette asked.

"It's okay.  Where can we go for a little privacy?" Erikur said back.

"I'm... not about to do that with you," Lisette folded her arms.

"Don't toy with me!  I may just have to seize my opportunity with both hands!"

"You're a pig," Lisette said flatly, "It was an honor to have you as a patron, but I will not sleep with you.  I'm not a common prostitute!"

"Don't you dare walk away from me you slut!" Erikur shouted.

I could see where the poison in the court was.  I could feel my face beginning to twitch.  I didn't particularly want to get another bounty today.  As a shrill reminder, a guard walked right past us as I was figuring out just how to disembowel Erikur without anybody seeing.  I calmed down as Erikur started to walk away.  Lisette went to stand by ____, who I'd been talking to earlier as she stood against a post.

As I approached, I said, "It seems we both have a problem with that blowhard.  Got any dirt on him?"

"No, I couldn't.  Even if he is horrible."

"C'mon, even for a fellow bard?" I winked.

She smiled, "That's right!  You are a bard.  And a hero!  He should be more respectful to me, but also to you!"

"I'm not so great.  Just good with the stabby thing," I smiled, "You're pretty cool yourself, Liz."

"Oh stop it."

"No really.  And a good singing voice.  I mostly play.  I hate singing," I said, pulling out my Lute and starting to play.  I continued to speak in a sing-song voice, "Seems like Erikur and you used to have an amicable relationship.  But not... a-ny-more."

"Yeah, well.  Wealthy people support the Bard College.  Some wealthy people ask the lady bards for 'favors."

"So it's prostit-ution then?"

"Puts it in perspective when you say it like that," she sighed, looking down.

"Let me see if I can be a little," I strummed, "...persuasive."

I jogged down the street and caught up with him.  Instead of breaking his face, I decided I'd do something more clever.

"What do you want?" He asked grumpily, still walking.

"So about Lisette..." 

"That little tease!  She get what's coming to her!"

"You know she's a graduate, right?  Free to roam?  Not beholden to the bard college?"

"What do you mean?" Erikur asked, "By the eight, where did you hear that?"

"Nine," I corrected, "That's how this works.  She's a journeyman.  The deal is for one of our bards.  She's not one of our bards."

"No, I guess not," he sulked.

"Maybe how you treat them is a reason to rethink this arrangement," I said.

"That won't be necessary.  I'll treat them with respect," he replied, "Though, it is time to find a replacement.  For... performance purposes, I mean."

"How about Illida?" I asked.

"Too young and inexperienced."

"Pantea?  Though she's an instructor," I said.  I can't believe I was being this man's pimp.  

"She has a beautiful singing voice.  Please, see what you can do," he smirked.  I blinked, turned, and walked away.  Did this man actually think I was going to do shit for him?  People born with money are crazy.  One day they're stepping on your neck and the next they're asking you to do a favor like they deserve it.  Gotta be crazy.  I was half considering murdering him in his home later tonight.  I decided I was through with Solitude for now.  It was time to build my house!  At this point, later afternoon, I traveled to Winterhold in about a day and a half (living off the land) and bought an improved Telekinesis spell tome.  I ventured south to Riften, which took another day, slept, nursed the baby, said hi to my people and told them where the new plot of land would be.

"Meet me there in a few days once things are in order here," I said, "Oh yeah!"

I walked over to the orphanage, approaching Constance, "I'll take your finest orphan, please."

She screwed up her face, then laughed at me, "Who would you like to adopt?"

"My husband has his eye on Luna," I replied.  I looked over to her, sitting on her bed.  Then I walked over.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi!  I know you!" She said.

"You're making a mistake..."

"What?" Runa said, puzzled.

"Sorry, joke.  Anyway, tell me about yourself."

"Well, I've been here as long as I can remember," she started to whisper, "Aventus told me you were the one who... you know..."

I raised both eyebrows, saying nothing.

"Thank you.  Grelod was so cruel," Runa said, "Not that the boys here are much better.  They all pick on me.  Make me do all the chores.  Call me names."

"You're the only girl, huh?"  I sat down next to her.

"Yeah," she replied.

"I know what it's like being the only girl in a man's game sometimes," I said back, "How'd you like to be adopted?"

Her face lit up with glee, "Really?  You'd adopt me?"

"Yeah.  You're going to have to put up with my husband and housecarl for a few days without me, though," I stood, and took her hand.  I nodded to Constance, who handed me the meager papers which I signed with her pen.

"You're an adventurer, right?" She asked as we crossed the bridge in Riften town.

"Yeah.  I go out on my own a lot," I said, "Sometimes with friends.  You'll probably meet the crew sooner or later."

"Where you going this time?" She asked.

"I just bought land in the northwest.  Over by Solitude.  I'm going to build a house out there," I replied, "That's going to be our new home."

"Wow, all by yourself?"

"I'll lay the foundation.  When San... Sam and my new housecarl get there, they're going to do some of the work," I scratched my chin.  I'd never built a house.  But I had an armful of books on the subject.  I figured if I got enough help, it wouldn't be too bad.

"And..." I said, opening the door to Honeyside, "Hey, Inigo."

"My friend, how have you been?  Is it time for another adventure?" He asked, sitting at the table across from Sanguine.

Runa blinked, "Is... is that man a daedra?"

I stared at her, then at Sanguine for a few seconds.  Finally I said, "He's the good kind."

"What gives?" I whispered angrily, "No disguise?"

He shrugged, "I have it on."

"If it helps you," Inigo said, "I see a Breton."

I shrugged it off, "To answer your question, Inigo, I need your help.  Do you think you can round up the old crew?  I need to build a house.  I'm paying, of course.  You know where the Windstad property is?"

He nodded.

"Iona?"

"I am your sword AND your shield."

"Right," I replied, "Could you look after Damien and Runa for a few days?  I'll be back once the foundation is laid.  Here's the plan:  I'm going to learn how to make all the things I need to from Balimund.  Inigo will go gather the crew.  Sanguine will bring the kids to Windstad in about four days.  Then we'll get started with the real build.  Now, this is going to probably take a few months.  And if anybody sees my Windstad housecarl, put him to work if I'm not around."

"What am I gonna do?" Runa asked.

"You get to watch us work, I guess.  Do whatever kids do," I shrugged.  Then I was off to talk to Balimund, talked to a lumber mill, some suppliers, and was off to the site.  I showed up and there was already a stack of wood, a chest of ore, piles of hewn stone and a drafting table waiting for me.  Perfect.  I set up a large tent that would be my home for a little while.  Then I heard the roar of a dragon.

"Godsdammit," I sighed, taking out my crossbow, "I should probably do something about this dragon business."

 

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Little long today. 

 

God bless Multiple Follower Framework.  You can turn anybody into a follower, including the Future High King going for a nice little jaunt into the wilderness and his own best boy.  Now that I think about it, it is exactly how I got Sanguine to come to Skyrim and then another mod that allows me to marry anyone was used on him.  BAM!  Mods interacting with each other.  Love it.  Some lifting might have also been done with SL Eager NPCs.

 

Sexlab Solutions lets you become a thane by offering your body without doing the prereqs, except for Riften.  I was lucky enough to pick Riften first >.<

 

I believe I tapped into Amorous Adventures for the King Torygg and Erikur stuff.  It was pretty well written.  The only bad thing I can see is it assumes the player wants to have a relationship with everyone, and I edited the dialogue a little.  And it just kept going.  In and out of character I don't actually care about these people's lives.  If I could've had more choices, like the choice to become Erikur's bard, or the choice to beat him up for being an ass.  The choice to either court Elisif or just help her and be a friend would've been good too.

 

Lisette and Corpulus just randomly started having sex when I was done talking to her.  Friggin crazy.

 

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A question, how okay are people with delving into the more NSFL territory?  I am a fan of Delzaron and have only delved into one of his mods so far, A Forsworn Story.  Not quite yet, but it's coming up.  But it includes some... let's call it 'ultra-porn.'  You need a senior citizen's card to see some of it.  Sensitive subject matters.  His other mods are pretty risque as well (some Cthulhu-type stuff, though I haven't really checked them out yet).  At the very least, I'll also say - werewolves are also involved in the Companions questline (vanilla + confabulations + solutions).  You can see some of the stuff that's on my load order.

 

 

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I do not consider Destana's story wholesome family entertainment, not even by LL standards. That's been pretty clear from the beginning. If you wish to go deeper down the rabbithole, it's up to you. Also, since Delzaron's work can be found on LL, it doesn't seem to be too extreme for this site in and of itself.

With that being said, if you decide to include such content, just put a suitable content warning where it's needed. And let your audience decide, wether or not they want to continue reading.

Aside from that perhaps split the story into entries with/without NSFL material. So that those who do not like too extreme stuff can still follow Destana's story, at least to some extend.

As usual, just my two cents.

 

p.s. Just had a quick look at the mod page of "A forsworn story", just to refresh my memory. It's certainly not the type of mod I tend to go for. But I also would not be so offended/upset/disturbed/put off by it, that I could not/would not read a story containing content added by it.

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Yeah, I was curious.  Also Ive always wanted to go deeper into the Forsworn. There was a more mainstream Forsworn mods but I remember there was a reason I decided not to use it. Possibly that an entire hold gets destroyed and all of its people killed in the process. 

 

Side note when I tried koading Devious Cidnha mine it just doesn't work. I even already have Devious stuff loaded. I was planning on mixing Blood and Silver with it. 

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I've already played with the "a forsworn story" mod and I like it a lot. So I'm not the one who will be bothered by it.
Keep in mind, this mod is quite violent, involving a lot of sex, with creatures too. If you're into it, do it.

 

My English is not very good, sorry.

 

P.S. A few more screens would be appreciated. (if possible of course)

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What?
Too extreme for the LL side?
Sorry - the story is completely "tame" - it's not even a bit "porno" in paragraphs
and she has a very interesting "red thread"

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