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  1. ...and consume what comes from it. Here, you shall witness those who have taken to the darker sides of life, or perhaps, have been molded and shaped by these dark forces. They embrace the life or death they have been given, and overall, choose to enjoy themselves. These perhaps poor souls are not cursed, as some may believe, no. As they understand it, their choices may have lead to them to a second chance, a renewal or rebirth that may be within the pale visage of undeath, the seemingly heartless and corruptible practice of Necromancy, or perhaps have taken the form of a being that feeds upon the life essences found within Man, Mer, and Beast, they have not found sorrow - they have found pleasure. Lucia - Imperial(Vampire), TSF, Spellsword It all begins with betrayal... Viro - Argonian, M, Necromancer He has everything, and suddenly...nothing, but then comes her embrace... Aurelia - Imperial, TSF, Battlemage She said so much, she gave so much...power...[Soon] Ruby - Altmer, TSF, Mage [Coming Soon]
  2. Kuroyami

    Antagonist Guide

    It isn't fully thought out yet, but one of the characters for the Shark Race mod, is Soran - an Imperial Necromancer who had a past experience with another character, Fume, a Selachii Mercenary who is one of the followers added by the mod. However, in spite of being a Necromancer, his motivations are not meant to exactly change the world, as he has seen countless other Necromancers fail at such endeavors, even the few who do succeed, end up failing just the same. In truth, his motivations are to increase his power, his knowledge, and in the process hopefully find a goal to accomplish, that does not have the same pitfalls as others have faced. As this is likely to be story important within the mod... His role in the mod will be as an antagonist for Fume's quest, but I don't intend it to be a "Go here and kill this" quest.
  3. What bug or bugs do you mean? While I can't say I'm one to entirely think USLEEP does everything right(I find it ridiculous the patch did not fix the factions or NPCs of things like chickens and foxes, which in the vanilla game allows them to report crimes and uphold bounties), I don't think it would cause any egregious issues.
  4. Kuroyami

    More Nasty Critters: SLAL Edition

    Well, it wasn't Mihail who did the addon, rather it's a mod here on LL - Undead Werewolves for Creature Framework. As for the Zombies mod...no idea.
  5. Kuroyami

    More Nasty Critters: SLAL Edition

    Save for his Undead Werewolves mod(which requires a addon to that mod, along with Creature Framework - though due to their size, most Werewolf animations won't line up), Mihail's creature mods haven't been given the schlong treatment yet - unless I have missed any others. MNC mentioning it in updates is, as mentioned above, only done to register what skeleton they use, and thus what animations they will be able to use.
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    Yiffy Age of Skyrim

    I actually have a patch for CCF and Kryptopr's other mods(CCOR and WAF), which I'm going to check over a bit more and likely add to this thread at some point.
  7. The revealing armor mod edits the in-game item to have a "Revealing" keyword, which then lets SOS know to display the schlong mesh, even when you have armor or clothing equipped. If you have any other mods which also edits armors/clothing in this same way, then there will be a conflict there too. However, I'm not exactly sure if the Revealing Armors mod will play well with SOS Light, as I think that version of the mod uses a schlong mesh which is attached to the base male body? Also, you might want to move USLEEP to the top of your mod list(left pane), just under the DLC - this is to keep consistent with your plugin list.
  8. Story I remember the voice in the sap. It is something I have chosen to never forget. The thought that perhaps my life has been, decided, preordained like a written story someone obsessed over. Perhaps. But I would like to think there were, surprises. That perhaps it may only have been a basis, something to start off with, and what comes after is going to be unexpected. But what the voice echoed was at first, something I could barely understand. Words suggesting that my calling in life would be something with the power over both, but then I did not understand. Yet, I eventually took to the magical arts, and soon enough, came the knowledge of Necromancy. But my concern was not just with the dead, no it was with the living, as well. Most barely understand the practice of Necromancy, believing it to be this or that, and never wanting, or seemingly needing to understand. Just branding those practicing it as immoral, or simply just criminals. But is that really it? Is that all there is? Surely I never took someone innocent and began using their body, live or dead, for experiments. But to dissect the dead, to understand what lies beneath this pile of viscera we walk around in, perhaps that, I did. But those were never innocent souls - far from it, in fact. Though they could barely understand this. What they saw, was what they wanted. Black, bloody scales, a pair of blue eyes with only hints of curiosity, yet they saw anger and hatred. Though they were not strong enough, the will not being there. Just the words, for them, were enough. When I moved on, as I eventually would, I am sure they breathed as sigh of relief. I am not sure why, though there are those who can find issue with things they do not understand, as I said. But what I found of interest, was what I heard among peers. Others who practiced Necromancy. They all sought something, some power which I wondered, why? What was it for? Power for it's own sake? To be strong? To be respected? For what? This did lead to questioning myself. Why did I want power? Why did I seek this same power, even if I had no wish to perhaps, leave this mortal form, that they saw as limiting? The answer I found, was simple. The voice. The knowledge conferred by the sap. What perhaps gave me these vibrant eyes and dark scales. Life and death would be my concerns. That I would gain power over the dead, and I would admire and enjoy life. What I have to imagine though, is that these words are, not specific. They are a basis, and what I do with that, is my own. So I have chosen to embrace the practice of Necromancy, and I chosen to keep the touch of mortality, so as to enjoy it's pleasures. Yet, there was more. another phrase which it echoed, that I have yet to figure out. 'Black scales and Blue fur, both shall face the maze in the dark, and they shall find glory in the cold'. Perhaps thinking I knew what this meant, I traveled to Skyrim, the home of the Nords. A land which, though having regions which were more than just snow covered wastelands, was known for snow, and of course, the cold. Then, I could not know how much of a mistake this would be, even if perhaps it would not mean my end. Instead, it could be considered a new beginning, as perhaps my work, and my life, had become very stale. Studies on magic, bedding women of various races, and even some men that took my fancy, and honestly, such encounters were rarely sullied with the offerings of coin. Along with the various traveling, and other things that had become quite tiring, although certainly that would not be something that suddenly stops. But one of those clothing bared exploits introduced me to the sister of a man, her brother, who had a job in mind. Which I had no idea if I was suited for, but upon telling him I was a mage, he made no changes to his offer, or retractions. He believed such skills could be useful. Though I neglected to mention my skill with Necromancy, as I did not think it would be that important. It was not too much time later where I was told I would have help, which I had no way of knowing if this was a sign that this man seriously wanted this job done, if he was willing to pay a generous amount for it's completion, and apparently, willing to pay in full, or rather, double, if only one of us survived. Granted, this did not fill me with fear. Why? I have long understood the concept of loyalty, and no matter if I am forced to work with someone, or choose to, I would not willingly betray them, or do so with intent or purpose. All the groups I have been with, all the people I have met with the the same interests as myself, I have never harmed any of them. So I was thinking that, in spite of the possibility that this partner of mine would not think the same way, I tried to think that I would not have to worry about it. But I was to be proved, wrong. No matter how it would turn out in the end. When I met this, partner, for the first time. It surprised me. A Khajiit with blue fur, a pair of orange eyes, and a prominent scar on his face. This sight would stick on my mind, for two reasons. The first being is that I found myself, interested. But not just in the material - I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything I could, which seemed to be an almost inescapable feeling. I kept thinking that this may be no more than a few days with this Khajiit, and then after our pay was collected, we might never see each other again. I was half distraught at this thought, yet tried to think more in a fashion which I knew as unbecoming of me. Just think about the money. Even with doing that, my thoughts never turned to greed. I was going to do the job, and collect the share I was offered. Nothing more. This Khajiit, Inigo, had other ideas. I noticed perhaps, what he believed that I did not. He was deep into a skooma addiction. I heard him mumbling to himself in the small hours of the morning, mentioning a, Felix, or something like that. A name? A person? Someone he knew? I had no idea. Yet I somehow kept forgetting to offer him help, mostly due to completing the first part of the job. Which, was to kill two men - both brothers of our employer, who believed that due to his brothers being drunken louts, they had less of a claim on their father's, or families' fortune. So he wanted them dead, and we were to kill them. Admittedly, the first one was easy. Inigo covering me with a bow, and I was in the thick of it with blade and spell in hand, and while it was Inigo who made the crucial kill, I still left him to it, mopping up the rest of the damned lout's guards. Or letting one or two of his own guards, risen with my magic, to do the sweeping. The second was less eventful, but similar. The only notable thing from that, was that like the first, we set the servants free, and after the target was ready for a coffin, one of the girls, at her insistence, was curious. She had lived a sheltered life in this keep, and had barely seen or heard of other races. But she was not interested in traveling with me, no. She wanted, me, for the night. I took her to the battlements, and gave her a cold, yet hot and sweaty night, wrapped in the embrace of black scales. Nothing entirely new for me, but something still rare even so. But I was not to focus on that part of what happened, for very long. For there is the second reason the sight of this Khajiit would stick in my mind, which cannot forget, though for a time, I did lack this knowledge. It could be said that I should have acted. Should have done something about the problem that was, in a sense, akin to a knife to my back. But I did not. It is difficult to consider who is more at fault for what happened - myself, or Inigo. If I had done what was possible to assist with his addiction, perhaps it would not have happened. But I failed to do so, and thus, he acted in his, perhaps greed. If he had come to me with the problem, he knew I was a mage, and perhaps knew I could possibly do something to help him. Though I can understand - in his eyes, the coin was far more important. I had seen others with similar problems, and the reason is not obvious - their head is not clear, not making the connections to improve their situation. Instead, the connections they make are to get the next bottle, the next few, and to stifle their nagging need for their chosen vice. So when he acted, I should have seen it coming. But he did not act for help, no. He acted to help himself, with the tip of his arrows. Not that one actually hit me, but from his perspective, it certainly did. The actual truth was that I fell. Perhaps further than a mortal should, though more a physical fall than any others I had taken. Some would call a choice to dabble in Necromancy a fall for any mage, but I disagreed. But this kind of fall, to me, seemed far more damaging. To what, exactly, took time to understand, but the answer eventually seemed obvious - to the mind. I had heard of a rarity in magic - that those skilled with it could, under certain circumstances, cause random things to occur, even things they consciously would not be able to do. Perhaps, I had done something to slow the fall, enough to survive it, but a side effect was a temporary loss of memory. One that persisted for at least three months, but that would be after I found some place safe to stay, hours later. In that time, I had found a small group of mages, who I understood to be more on the nefarious side of things, even in my condition. Perhaps any other would not be able to have joined, but perhaps it was to my luck that the mage outside this place, was female, and when I stumbled towards the cave, leaning on a rock in sight of the passage inside, I witnessed her laying on the floor of a ruined house, her robes open, and heard stifled moans of pleasure. Her hands worked over the fleshy slit between her legs, and I felt my body betray my weakened state, by forcing a tightness in my cock, and my mind drifted from the want for rest, to something else. It as bold to stumble in her direction, and I believe her surprise was less than mine, when her reaction to me, was simply to stare. I waved, and then moved my clawed hands down to remove the rope holding my robes closed. When they fell from my shoulders, our eyes met for a moment, then I lost hers as they drifted down to my scaly cock. She sat up, and made it arguably worse for me, by first biting her lip, and then moving to her knees. Inching forward, she first placed a hand on my thigh, looking up at me with an expression that was a silent question, though neither of us needed it to be answered. Moving her hand from my thigh, she cupped my balls, rubbing her fingers over the back, rolling them in her palm. Her other hand grasped my cock, and she seemed to take some delight in briefly pulling the skin back, and exposing the head, and moving the flesh back to hide it. Then, she put her lips to the still covered head, kissing it, and letting her tongue find the opening to slip inside. She did not linger on this very long, opting soon to move her hand back to the base of my cock, and her lips to engulf my scaly cock as far as she could take it. Which was far enough to surprise me, but she was not going to end things off this quickly. Taking her hand off my balls, and my cock from her mouth, she looked up and me and smiled. "That is not the mouth I want to swallow you with." So she sat back on the ground, her robes splayed open on the wooden floor, and opened her legs to me . "Come on. I don't care if I have no idea who you are...but this will be a start." I knelt, crawling over to her, and found she was only slightly shorter than me, which meant that she was just about staring at my neck or chest, once I was over her. I was going to take the time to ask if she was sure about this, when I felt her hands grabbing my cock. When I looked at her, she laughed."Most of the idiots inside, are only focused on studying magic, and I have not had a good fuck in months - and I've never felt one if you Argonians inside me." She did not wait for me to say anything, she put the head of my cock to her wet slit, and slid the head inside. I felt my mouth want to pull back over my teeth, and she placed her arms and legs around my back. "I want all of you..." She about whispered in my ear, so I obliged. Keeping one hand on the floor, I placed the other on her breasts, and she pulled my head to her face in at least an attempt at a kiss. She found particular interest in sucking on my tongue, once it found it's way into her mouth. "Oh by the gods, the scales...the smooth bumps..." She gripped tightly on my back, and used her legs to keep my balls against her behind. The pressure was building, and I saw no reason to stop. I did become curious when she had seemingly removed one of her hands from my back, and I had no idea what she intended to do, at least not until I felt her tickling my balls. Though that was not entirely her intention, as when I looked at her, she smiled, though she did not say anything. I had the thought that she must have stuck a finger in her behind, but that seemed less important when another touch to my balls sent me over the edge. This caused a few things - my load releasing inside of her, her legs pinning me against her body, and soon enough, it felt as far wetter around my crotch than it perhaps should have been. "Oh....yes. I want to...keep...you around...for a while." She let me off her, and when I slid my cock out of her, I got a look at the results. I was smirking as I saw that she had seemingly pissed herself, apparently with how good she found it, and then gobs of white dripping out of her slit. She looked at me, laughing herself. "Trust me, I've had friends do worse than that. I'll have to see if they have another pair of robes inside, and perhaps burn these. Anyway...Oh, what is wrong?" Perhaps the encounter was only a temporary reprieve from the pain, but with it over, it was back in force. It was all I could do to not fall on her, and in my attempt, I simply laid my head to her stomach, and passed out. I was just conscious enough to hear her say one last thing, until at least a few hours later. "Oh, you must have went through something horrible. I'll fetch the others and get you inside, where you can stay with us until you heal, or for as long as you want." It seemed like I was in a haze for at least two weeks after that. Either asleep, or close to it, focusing on memories. Thinking of what I wanted to do once I was better, thinking of where I would go. Perhaps I should have focused on what happened, but that seemed to be too much of a blur. Like a memory you forget, but when you consider just the right detail, it seems you never really forgot. If that would happen, I did not know. But soon enough, it seemed far more important to focus on the present, and not the past. This is where she comes in. That intimate relationship would not be the last, as it seems she was right. Out of most there, the focus was on magical study, and little time was spent on other things. I did eventually question at least one of the other mages there on why a place like the College of Winterhold would not be more suited to their aims, and I was brushed off, with a comment about them being too strict on certain matters. I kept it in my head though, as some place I may go, should I decide to leave. Otherwise, I found out later that, Jona, the mage I had encountered outside, was into a few, interesting things, though she kept mentioning having known people with far more, perhaps deviant interests, which made her own, tame by comparison. She had also mentioned that, she certainly was not looking to be a mother, and knew of a plant that was able to prevent such a thing, when prepared properly. To be honest, I did not have much of an interest in alchemy before, but she inspired me. It seemed useful, and the knowledge was perhaps invaluable, just as much as any other kind of magic. It was some time later, over three months, when I finally decided to leave. I had finally grasped the idea of using magic again, to the point where I managed the summoning of a Flame Atronach, though this was from a scroll. It was not immediate, and I did not leave with her not knowing. When I told her, she made the suggestion that I expected. It was of little concern that I woke her from a sound sleep, no. It was her reaction to pull me into the bed, and let me embrace her once more. If I would ever return, or would ever see her again, I do not know. Honestly, I had little idea at that point exactly where I was going to go. Perhaps the College eventually, but for the moment, when I stepped out of that cave for the first time in a while, I felt, free. Modlist Screenshots
  9. Kuroyami

    Content Consumer's Alternate Starts

    Well, I have tried out those starts within this mod, including Stories, for just such a character(for the Falmer idea at least), and that would be the reason for the suggestion. While I can't exactly say I have a problem with them, they do have the issue of just what was mentioned - the entire idea of both options is, well, to leave, even if the Falmer are not going to be a direct threat(i.e being hostile and trying to kill you), where the one suggested would have leaving as an option, albeit one that the quest might not distinctly mention as a required objective, especially if your intent might be using something like Untamed or similar mods to have your character interact with the Falmer or Chaurus - which admittedly can be done with the two existing starts, but the pretense would seem off - as in that case, they should be wanting it from you, not you choosing to get it from them(at least if using mods where such encounters are more choice based, and not forced).
  10. Kuroyami

    Content Consumer's Alternate Starts

    That should be the mod that does it, though other mods might add similar interactions too. On that note though, some suggestions... Orc Chattel Master(Orc Race Only) - Starting at either a specific stronghold or a chosen one, you begin in the basement of the stronghold, and you have two randomized prisoners(one male and one female) there, most likely of the human or elven races. You would have options to use these two prisoners as you see fit, and perhaps even being able to release them if you wish, or kill them when done with them(doing so not giving you a bounty with the strongholds) - and maybe more would eventually spawn there, likely of different races and genders. You would be a member of that stronghold, and being an Orc, could also travel to others with welcome reception. Otherwise, mods like Zaz or other similar ones could enhance this start, though by default, only would have the requirement of this mod. Arguably this is similar to the existing Orc start, but the intent with it is quite different, such as perhaps the Orcish armor might be available to the player, but not something they directly load in already wearing - which might be either nothing, or something fairly common for other Orcs in the strongholds, perhaps including modded armor if they edit certain vanilla leveled lists. Falmer King/Queen or Falmer Kin - The intent here being that, perhaps you either play with one of the Falmer race mods(though not suggesting one should be required), and are at a point where you either were never effected by the toxin or you were born not being effected by it, or you were perhaps once a slave of the Falmer, but have survived long enough that you have gained a certain kinship with them, where they and their chaurus pets won't outright attack you, or become defensive when you get close(mostly meaning across the entire game and DLC). Otherwise, as said, you could play any race, and it would be a player's role play choice if they want to play with a Snow Elf race mod, and consider this start with the "Queen" or "King" aspect in mind - so perhaps the "Kin" title would work best, as it would still be true either way. As for attire, to suggest more of a kinship, you would be wearing the Falmer armor, instead of any of the "prisoner" clothes. You would perhaps start in a random Dwemer ruin inhabited by Falmer(perhaps either places like Mzinchaleft[the large underground area] or Blackreach), or caves such as Gloomreach or Chillwind Depths.
  11. Kuroyami

    Yiffy Age of Skyrim

    If you have the Imperious Patch for Yiffy Age, then you'll need to make the same change in that plugin as well - as it also edits the race records. Otherwise, I'm not sure why that change would not be applied right away - it is not change that requires a new game, or for your game to have not loaded any Orc NPCs for it to work.
  12. Kuroyami

    SexLab Defeat

    Not exactly sure what the problem is, but it is likely that Defeat's Feed option doesn't add 1 to the "Necks Bitten" value(listed in the General tab when a Vampire), which means that BV doesn't consider you to have just fed.
  13. Kuroyami

    Yiffy Age of Skyrim

    It's actually a simple change in TESVEdit. With the usual mods that make the change, they will restore the vanilla OrcRace(and OrcRaceVampire, though that would only effect a single NPC in Dawnguard, unless you also use Diverse Skyrim) data, and thus cause issues with Yiffy Age. The change being, to look for Female Behavior Graph under the OrcRace(and OrcRaceVampire, just in case), and change it from DefaultMale to DefaultFemale. Additionally, you could load up such a mod in the Edit program, along with Yiffy Age, and compare the entries, just dragging into YA the needed change - and then simply remove the other mod before running your game.
  14. It can depend on the context of a mod selecting an animation. SLEN(SexLab Eager NPCs), offers options in dialog for the player to say receive or give oral(along with other options) with an NPC or follower. In addition to that same mod being able to set SL's race setting based on what SOS addon you are using - you can set the SOS UNP addon to Male in SLEN's MCM menu, and it would consider the player or any NPCs with it, to be Male, as far as SexLab is concerned.
  15. -Some of my characters have gotten the "unusual" inheritance letters, though mostly not too often. Probably the most funny one, would be getting one from...well the Priest you deliver to the Namira cult for her quest. I don't think telling him about the Hall of the Dead being safe again is required, but I usually do so...once getting back to Markarth to collect him for the next part of the quest. Which means he waltzes off with a increased relationship with my character and...well...gets eaten in a bad way. -The character I'm focusing on at the moment would be an Argonian Necromancer, whose mostly focusing on the College questline, and some of the sidequests related to it. I do Brelyna's quest(which had me and the character literally sitting around for the first part), and once finished, due to using the Solutions mod, I had another idea in mind for recompense. Yeah, I know. No real problems here? Wrong. You see, I also have Interesting NPCs installed here, and it adds a female Orc who wanders around the Hall of Attainment. Wanders around. Like right into Brelyna's room, while this is going on. Though I obviously did not include the Orc in the shot, she mostly favored that chair on the other side of the bed. Cannot wait to see if anything similar is going to happen for J'zargo and Onmund's(not sure if I'll do his scene though) quests.