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-------------------------------------- After countless battles with the Stormcloaks, Maximus is waiting for the time to crush skulls again. "Never retreat, never surrender", the words of his father, a pure blod Nord warrior, are carved in his soul and push him forward to make his ancesters proud of him. His linage is evident, taller than most men, strong like a bull, his blue eyes show no mercy or regreat as his hammer falls over the poor bastards that come to a certain death as they cross him in the battle field. --------------------------------------- Maximus The Nord Follower: Location: Windhelm - Candlehearth Hall. Maximus is a berseker, he will go forward on every batlle and hit until there is no one left to attack. He has few dual hand weapons perks, levels with the player and even as he can use bows or single hand weapons he is meant for dual hand combat. Marriable, essential. Requieres ApachiiSkyHair ( http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/10168/ ). This is my first mod so be gentle, after much struggling with CK I managed to turn my character into a follower, once I figure how to work with spells and custom AI I may add some more features. Standalone followers tutorial by zzjay is a must if you want to make your own followers: http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/33106/? Maximus Nord Rampage: -
Prelude to Chastity IV: The Parchment and the real name
femalebosmeralways posted a blog entry in femalebosmeralways' Blog
Langwen took Darena by the hand and then they walked naked together from the baths and steam room to the Archmage's quarters. At this hour and with the information Darena had given her, Langwen interest was piqued. Nothing else matters, besides as worshipers of Dibella, being seen naked was absolutely not something to be ashamed of. Once inside the quarters, Langwen had made a beeline straight for the Archmage's work area with its various desks, scriptoriums, arcane enchanter and Alchemy laboratory. Darena too was pleased, she knew enough of her new bride to know when Langwen gets an idea into her head it doesn't get out. Seating herself in a comfortable, deep, leather throne-like armchair that an Archmage sat in, Langwen searched the drawers until she came by a perfectly preserved parchment; white as fresh milk; rolled up and thick, tied with a crimson silk ribbon. She began reading it, her arousal growing more and more as her heart rate accelerated. The scroll was very long and detailed, Langwen immediately thinking than entire cow...or more was killed and skinned to make it, the quality of craftsmanship exquisite even by Imperial standards. Written in black ink on white parchment, Langwen was astounded as she realized the truth about the late Arch-Mage Traven...using his considerable influence; first as head of the Anvil branch of the Mages Guild, and from 3E431 as Archmage; Traven had been watching Langwen and Darena since they were children, convinced by divine revelations that they were destined to become something great and influential. Anvil was a port city and was close enough to the border of Valenwood, that agents of the Mages Guild could be sent back and forth, Skingrad was even closer, but Darena lived in Dragon Bridge, in the north of Skyrim...yet somehow surveillance had been possible...then it hit Langwen that Dragon Bridge settlement was close to the Skyrim capital of Solitude and a bastion of Imperial wealth and influence. The Nords might not have liked it but they were in no positon to do anything about it if a mage of a Knight of the Lamp showed up on their doorstep and requested custody of a magically-talented and inclined son or daughter. The writing was very tiny but still flowing, cursive and calligraphic, but as she held the scroll out into the candlelight, Langwen saw the writing clearly without needing a reading lens/magnifying glass or squinting her eyes. They knew everything about her life including how in 3E427, the then 12 year old Langwen lied to her mother, Esgaldis, and went into the massive Ayleid ruin of Senalana, located a short walk west of her home town of Arenthia and entered the ruin, despite the well-known fact the local citizens avoided it like the Blight. It was rumored to be haunted by the spirits either or both the original Ayleid inhabitants and Imperial soldiers who died there 750 years ago or thereabouts looking for a powerful artifact. And cursed as well on top of that. Langwen didn't seem to care as she went in and took jewelry, necklaces and everything else she could find and get her hands on there. She made numerous trips and took a knapsack as she couldn't fit everything in one go but on her third trip there, she activated a needle-sharp, multiple spike trap which tore through her left hand, going through muscles, ligaments, blood vessels. The sharp copper-iron smell of blood triggered the magical Welkynd stone light of Senalana and awoke a powerful undead sorcerer called a Lich, which Langwen struggled to kill as she was bleeding all over. She succeeded just barely as a massive Nord man in heavy steel plate armour came in and made sure the horrid abomination was dead before grabbing the bleeding little Elfin girl and brining her to her mother, Esgaldis. She really was furious with rage and took it out on her daughter's ass with a flexible but painful wooden rod. Langwen's butt was crimson for months and later she learned the Nord's name: Snaddi Strom-Fist, a knight of the Order of the Lamp. Darena herself paced nude around the desk before finally making her way to beautifully ornate rolling desk and scriptorium to look for more evidence. There were faint whispers of the Order of Immaculate Chastity but nothing solid, as the order kept to themselves, was extremely secretive and not a lot of writing survived previous turbulent eras. "-Your nipples are already fully aroused and hard, beloved Langwen. I take it you are as surprised as I was...feeling both scared and turned on knowing that your entire life you have been watched over." Darena said as she found all the diaries Archmage Traven kept. "Darena, my love, you are no doubt smart enough to realize Nomen Nescio means "Name Unknown" in the Imperial tongue. Clearly, the author's failure to provide his...or her true name means that either he made all of this up or that he does not believe there is enough evidence to support his claims. We are talking millennia of wars, destruction, men and mer fighting for political influence...rather like vulture over what was then a carcass unworthy of the name Empire. Not a lot has survived from this period, you know. So the author might simply want to avoid embarrassment if this turns out to be a fruitless, no doubt dangerous chase." Langwen said as she continued reading the scroll, her mind working like perfectly smooth set of Dwemer interlocking gears, trying to discern the truth. Meanwhile, Darena seemed focused on a set of scrolls in the rolling desk, carefully unwrapping and reading them. "-Dibella brought us together, she watches over us as she did since we were born. I doubt this man, Nomen Nescio, would write a book full of lies...presuming of course it is man. Could a mer, woman or womer, even Orsimer for all we know. Besides, no one spends decades of research across all of Tamriel unless they believe they are on to something." Darena said as she gasped in awe, finally fining a shred of information she needed. Her hand immediately went to her heart as she felt her arousal grow, letting a loud moan of satisfaction. "-I believe...MOANS...I have found something. This mentions...AHHH...that Relyssa and Rhienne live in an isolated cabin, located in a clearing northwest of Bruma and that the diary of Nomen Nescio is available in the private collection of Countess Narina Carvain of Bruma and her steward, a Breton woman named Yvarra Channite. Still it doesn't provide a true location of the cabin, but it give us a place to start." Darena said as Langwen put down her scrolls and went over to her beloved. "-Well, then, let us get dressed and make our way to Bruma...or rather teleport to the Bruma Mages Guild and take up the quest from there." Langwen said as she Darena shared a passionate kiss. Once they have safely teleported to the Bruma chapter of the local Mages Guild, much to the surprise of the new mages there, the couple exchanged pleasantries and then made their way straight to Castle Bruma to see Countess Carvain, who seemed so genuinely pleased and surprised as she greeted Langwen and Darena warmly. In the castle dining room, Langwen explained to Her grace, the Countess, the reason for their visits and how Dibella Herself had brought them together as they feasted on succulent pork roasts. "-My dear Archmage and General, as much as I would love to help you in your always noble and honorable endeavours, there isn't much to go on about this Order of Immaculate Chastity. I can however get you started by giving you one of the journal that Nomen Nescio kept along with a copy of the book about. These devices...presuming they ever existed, seem impossible to build. My city has the best Nord and Imperial smiths, and they have assured me it cannot be done. Alas, this might be one secret lost to time. I can also tell you if you require, that Nomen Nescio's real name is Lagasha Gra Lagul, and she is an Orsimer." the Countess said matter-offactly as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Langwen tried to hide her astonishment but failed and Darena failed even more spectacularly, her food and wine spilling out of her mouth as she coughed and choked, thankfully the thick napkin keeping her robes from being stained. "-An Orsimer writing so beautifully and entailed, Your Grace? I find it rather unlikely, given the war-like nature of the Orcs." Darena said after she finally stopped coughing and sputtering as the Countess returned her prejudice right to her face. "-Some would say it is true of the Nords...Commander Darena, yet here you stand...a mage-knight sworn to protect the Mages Guild...and married to a female Wood Elf, no less. My congratulations to you both. the uneducated and ignorant would depict Nords and Orcs alike as mead swilling savages, but those who are educated and enlightened know better." she raised her goblet of wine and all the guests followed, Darena included, although she was blushing red with shame from the sting of the Countess's reply. "-Your wife Langwen has commenced full repairs and restorations at the local Ayleid ruin Rielle nearby. I for once cannot wait to see it restored to her true beauty...did you know that Rielle means "Beauty" in the Ayleid tongue, Darena? It is surprising to see how well the ancients knew how to build. the interior is already done and all that remains is the exterior. But please stay in my castle tonight. The roads are not safe." the Countess said, her brown eyes gleaming and letting the two lovers know it was an order not a suggestion.-
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Prelude to Chastity III: Wedding Feast
femalebosmeralways posted a blog entry in femalebosmeralways' Blog
Langwen the Wood Elf couldn't even believe that it was less than a day after she had accepted her Nord lover Darena's marriage proposal. But it was and the two of them had been married. Anyone with eyes to see, a nd a heart and soul to feel could tell how happy they ere and how much they actually loved and adored one another. Now that they were married it was time for the wedding feast, and what a wedding feast it was. It began with seemingly endless cauldrons of fresh steaming soups: potato soups, tomato soups, vegetable soups and for the main course it was just meat, meat and more meat. A massive roast boar stuffed with venison, plums, apples and snowberries and then followed by rabbit, pheasant, chicken, roast pork and sucking piglets. For drinks to wash down all that rich food there was Colovian Brandy, Surilie Brothers wines, Tamika wine, ales, beers and the finest meads and strongest spirits that the Nords could produce. With their stomachs full and the guests singing happily in song...if slurring a little bit, Darena's father Herleif decided now was the perfect time to unveil the gifts that he had made for his daughter and new daughter-in-law. First off there were the weapons themselves: a massive steel battle-axe for Langwen and steel claymore or greatsword for his daughter Darena. Not just any weapons gentle readers...but weapons made from Skyforge steel at the Skyforge in Whiterun...and of course massively enchanted by the mages here at the Arcane University. Like all things made by the Nords, no detail was left out. The battle-axe had Langwen's name carved with Nordic runes into the haft and the blades themselves had the finely-detailed carving of a wolf, a symbol of power and unity to the Nord people. Darena's greatsword had her name engraved on it and also had the faces of wolves in the handle guards and the intricate symbol of a roaring bear's head where the pommel should be. Say what you will about the Nords, their weapons leave nothing to the imagination...and they leave no surface bland or uncarved. The weapons were heavily enchanted the battle-axe with the power to cause horrible lightning burns, electrocuting and Magicka damage and the greatsword could burn with divine fire anything it sliced. And Skyforge steel, as the Nords knew could slice open anything they hit, even severely damage Daedric armor. Langwen's father Archanar gave his daughter and new daughter in-law a set of matching novice robes and hood and a set of blue mage robes, the kind worn by mages at the court of the local city nobility and when they needed to travel without attracting attention to their high rank. The newlyweds also got steel plated and Nordic steel cuffed boots and gauntlets, which were enchanted to enhance their combat and magical prowess, making Langwen and Darena a lethal couple indeed, a perfect combination of arcane scholar and warriors. The rich food and strong drink really did take a toll and so Langwen and Darena excused themselves from the table and decided to retire early, before too much food...and too much drink made them incapable of consummating their wedding. Once back in the Archmage's chamber, Langwen was pleased to see the beautiful High Elf/Altmer Carahil, her golden skin and fierce reddish hair glowing. "-Arch-mage Langwen, my Lady Darena, congratulations to the both of you. you told me to come by as soon as I have prepared the Edict against Necromancy for your signature and it is ready now." Carahil said as she handed Langwen the scroll to read. Langwen sat down at the table as Darena went to the armoire and started taking off her wedding dress before heading down to the baths and steam rooms to sober up. Her Elven eyes scanned the document carefully making sure that all the punishments were laid out clearly, simply, precisely and concisely so that everyone would understand necromancy would not be tolerated any longer. The Knights of the Lamp, the Fighters Guild and the Battle-Mages of the Imperial Legion were already hard at work, placing the severed heads of necromancers on spikes as a warning to all others. Taking a quill and dipping it in crimson ink, Langwen signed the decree with a righteous satisfaction. "-Carahil, make sure the decree is distributed to all guild halls and that all executions of necromancers are public events. EVERYONE must attend, from the Counts, Jarls on down. Make sure the wedding guests have accommodations at the Tiber Septim and other suitable inns and hotels...and Darena and myself are not bothered further. I'm glad to have someone on my side who is a sworn enemy of necromancy like I am. Thank you for everything." Langwen said as Carahil bowed her head and rushed off to comply with her Arch-mage's orders. She had recently been promoted as one of Langwen's most trusted advisors on the Council of Mages, the ruling body of the Mages Guild and since that time, the heads of necromancers...who were now desperately trying to leave Cyrodiil were being seen placed on spikes atop city gates and at the sides of the roads outside the cities and every village and settlement. Langwen made it clear no mercy would be shown and this increased the people love and respect of the new Arch-Mage. With that, Langwen herself started to undress and went to follow Darena to the baths and steams rooms...which were located below the Arch-Mage's tower and used Ayleid magic and Dwemer/Dwarven technology to soak herself inn before going to make love for the first time to her new bride. Darena was waiting for her and they embraced, kissing passionately as their hands ran all over their bodies, but preferring most of all to settle on their perfectly rounded breasts and their full, curvaceous and voluptuous butt-cheeks. Yet despite all of this, the obvious happiness, Langwen could still see a glimpse in Darena's beautiful brown eyes. A glimpse of curiosity and desire for knowledge which she knew well, since she herself had it. As they settled into the waters neck deep and inhaled the scented steam, they felt the powers of Restoration magic...cleansing and healing them. Langwen reached closer and then gave her wife a kiss on the neck and two more behind the ear lobes, playfully nibbling on the earlobes before making her way down to kiss and play with her aroused nipples and full breasts, causing Darena to moan and throw her head back. "-Darena, my love, will you tell me what is bothering you? I can see that glimmer in your eyes. You read and found out something...and now it's constantly on your mind." Langwen asked as Darena looked ready to orgasm just from that. Langwen was experienced in pleasing a woman and her right hand reached down between Darena's legs...sure enough she was white-hot and wet...and not just from the steam and water. The expert touch had the desired effect as Darena retuned her wife's...loving touch and each of them admired the other's thick bushy mound of golden-honey blond hair. Darena finally managed to speak as her moaning and panting subsided, clearly thinking that if this is what her wife's idea of foreplay is, then her wedding night will make her the happiest woman in all of Tamriel. "-Langwen, immortal beloved, I was looking through the possessions of our late Arch-Mage Hannibal Traven, of beloved memory, and I noticed a letter which mentioned an obscure cult of Dibella called the Order of Immaculate Chastity and a series of books written by an Imperial man named Numen or Nomen Nescio. He also mentions the name of two fellow Bretons, Rhienne and Relyssa, who are living somewhere near Bruma. The scroll also make a vague reference to something called a chastity belt or chastity device. If I'm reading this right, Langwen, it could be the greatest thing to women. A world without rape and sexual violence." Darena said as she jumped up and down her discipline no longer being able to control her giddiness and excitement at this thought. Langwen thought about it as well and she promised her wife Darena that they would look at the scroll together. -
Prelude to Chastity: Langwen and Darena
femalebosmeralways posted a blog entry in femalebosmeralways' Blog
It only took a little over two months...65 days to be precise. That is how long it took Langwen, the beautiful, immortal and eternally young Wood Elf to go from an 18 year old in a cold cell in the Imperial Prison to being famous all across Tamriel as the Heroine of Kvatch and Bruma, Champion of Cyrodiil and Savior of Tamriel. All of which were impressive titles to be sure but like all those of the Elven bloods and races, Langwen cherished above all the title of Arch-Mage of the Mages Guild at the Arcane University. This title had been won the hard way with tears, sweat and blood and Langwen still could not forgive herself for not arriving in time to save her colleagues at the Bruma hall of the Mages Guild who were slaughtered by Mannimarco, the evil and repulsive chief necromancer and leader of the Order of the Black Worm, a most horrible necromantic cult. Langwen had gone into Mannimarco's lair at a cave high in the Jerall Mountains...may its name be accursed and forgotten forever. She killed all of Mannimarco's followers and final the foul King of Worms himself fell by Langwen's keen magic. She returned victorious to the Arcane University wearing the embellished hooded Robes of the King of Worms himself whereas she left to battle him completely naked. This was a contest of magic skills not one of blades. All this is known to the people of Tamriel, however what is less known is the story of Langwen's Nord lover, a beautiful blonde-haired and brown eyed beauty named Darena, which means gift and present in the Old Nord Tongue and is most likely a derivative of Darina, which means to give a gift or to bestow a present. It is unknown to this writer how this Nordling girl managed to be inducted into the military arm of the Mages Guild called the Knights of the Order of the Lamp, but she rose swiftly through the ranks and like Langwen came to attention of the...LATE, and much LAMENTED...Archmage Hannibal Traven, of beloved memory, who ordered an in-depth investigation into the girl's background...perhaps wondering if her skills with magic...which came as easy as breathing...were due to some Breton, Imperial or Elven blood in her veins...Nords not being known for their tolerance towards those magically inclined. The investigation showed that when Darena was 12-13 years old, she was sent by her parents to gather firewood and was ambushed by a necromancer whom she swiftly killed with both fire magic and repeated blows with a firewood axe. Darena didn't even noticed what had happened it was all a blur and she acted on instinct. Only when she saw the blood and hacked body parts did she finally start crying and shaking uncontrollably, rubbing her hands frantically as she panted and gasped to try and get the blood off. All it did was smear the blood all over and make it worse. The horrid stench associated with necromantic practice didn't help either, but Darena tapped into the depths of her being as a Nord woman and manage to calm herself down. She waited for the tears to dry off and then returned to her village, Dragonbridge, carrying both the thick stack of wood and the corpse of the necromancer as proof. Nords always require proof, especially of valorous deeds. His death was seen as a welcome by the local Nords, however the young girl was mistrusted by her neighbours for her magical abilities and as she grew into a young woman, her attraction towards the other maidens of her...and surrounding...villages and settlements. Her parents managed to get Darena sent way to live with her aunts in Bruma...in reality the two aunts and their female lovers...and from there she was recruited into the local branch of the Order of the Knights of the Lamp...as a bodyguard to the court wizard of the Countess of Bruma. Cynical Nords of Bruma saw this as a simple sop to their pride however Darena proved herself with both magic and the traditional Nord way of the warrior and won grudging respect. She was just barely entering into womanhood. Darena and Langwen first met in the Council Chambers of the Archmage's Tower of the Arcane University and from what this author was told, they had become instantly smitten with one another in an instant, even holding hands together openly while Archmage Traven instructed them on their mission: To obtain a powerful book, books or set of books from the Count of Skingrad...books powerful enough which MUST NOT be allowed to fall into the hands of Mannimarco or any other hidden necromancers in the West Weald area of Cyrodiil. As they gazed upon each other, it was as if two blooming orchids had opened at the same time, flooding the senses with their scent. Both their nipples hardened, their pussies grew moist and their lips and mouths started drying, causing them to lick their lips on instinct. Their hearts also started racing although Langwen, being imbued with the iron discipline of the Blades, immediately got her body under control. Darena took just a little longer before she stood at attention as the Arch-Mage spoke. Hannibal Traven was an elderly Breton and soft spoken, but both Langwen and Darena could feel and hear the steel behind his soft-spoken charismatic persona. You did what you were told, when you were told, how you were told...or else...you were out of the Mages Guild. You toed the line...or else...you were out. It is well known that Arch-Mage Traven's hatred for necromancy earned him powerful enemies, some of whom posed as respectable wizards, which is why Langwen and Darena were sent to Skingrad in absolute secrecy...dressed as a simple Wood Elf/Bosmer court wizard and her Nord bodyguard. The successful mission to get the books and other secret information from Count Janus Hassildor and the rooting out and killing of all necromancers within the city, earned both Langwen and Darena promotions and well deserved praises and brought the two lovers closer together. Nothing like shared danger and abstinence to make two hearts grow fonder. After defeating Mannimarco, Langwen returned in the early hours of the 30th of Frost Fall (October) to the Arcane University wearing the Robes of the King of Worms and carrying in a sack his severed head as evidence that he was killed. Her first act as Archmage was to promote to the Council of the Mages Guild...which had been decimated by Mannimarco himself and by defections to the necromancer's cult...men and elves who hared and/or exceed her own hatred for the foul and vile art of necromancy and secondly to order all chapters of the Knights of the Lamp to intensify their hunts to eradicate necromancers, their severed heads placed upon spikes along the rods and atop the gates of all major cities and all villages and settlements as a warning. Their corpses were to be burned and all ashes thrown into the rivers. Langwen then went to bed and after a quick nap decided to bathe and cleanse herself...after her Goddess Dibella had come to her in a dream. She heard the sound of leather/hide boots on the stone floor as she lay in the octagonal stone bathtub, the steam and scents of perfume permeating the Archmage's Quarters. She knew who it was without having to turn her head, it was her Nord lover Darena. Darena stopped and stuttered, her beautiful voice filled with uncertainty: "-Good morning, Arch-Mage Langwen...my love." Darena said before some confidence was regained "It is is almost sunrise." she said as Langwen simply nodded her head and then motioned her lover into the bathtub with her: "-Darena are you all right, you seem a little scared. Tell me what is troubling your heart and mind." Langwen said as Darena entered carefully into the hot steaming water and she and Langwen kissed passionately, their amulets of Dibella intertwining. "-I had a dream about the two us...seemingly from the Divine of Lover herself, Dibella. And then I woke up with this around my neck..." Darena said before Langwen cut her off. "-You mean this Amulet of Dibella that I also have around my neck, Darena...and let me guess, the dream was about a wedding...OURS...to be precise? Am I getting close?" Langwen asked smiling mischievously as Darens's brown eyes grew big and mouth fell open, Langwen closing it with a kiss. Darena simply nodded her head which told Langwen everything she needed to know. Langwen smiled outwardly and inwardly as she realized how spot-on she was. Darena gasped and her heart raced before regaining her momentum, using this small time interval to quickly search for the proper words. Words meant to convey both love and chastisement, since Darena was upset Langwen didn't take her with her to kill Mannimarco, however someone had to lock down and secure the Arcane University in case Mannimarco made a surprise attack. This time Langwen allowed her brain to overrule her heart. "-Before you went to Echo Cave...during and...right now...you never took me with you. I prayed for your safe return but I feel that I did not get the chance to speak my mind, lover. I would like to make this dream a reality so...Langwen...will you marry me?" Darena asked as she strained with every fiber of her being to keep from stuttering and stammering. Langwen suspected something like this might be coming but she never expected it right now. Still this saved her the trouble of proposing and it's not like she was going to say no. Her heart was beating like a blacksmith's hammer as she felt ecstasy and happiness suffusing every inch of her mind, body and soul. "-Darena, the answer is yes. Yes, I will marry you. Today, in fact. If our dreams are an omen of good fortune from the Goddess Dibella herself, we would be stupid to dismiss them. Dibella will provide, blessed be Her holy name." Langwen said as she and Darena embraced and kissed passionately, their bodies being warmed not just by the fire of their passion, but by the rays of the sun as it rose over the Imperial City. Langwen remembered now that Darena was about 2 and half months younger than her and she was born at sunrise...or just after it, on this day 18 years go, the 30th of Frost Fall 3E415. -
A heartfelt thanks to UrbanSniper, Yui0820 and Kofmann77
femalebosmeralways posted a blog entry in femalebosmeralways' Blog
Before I begin my story of love, lesbianism, submission and chastity and I would like to give a deeply heartfelt thank you to UrbanSniper for his stories "The Order of Immaculate Chastity" and "The Female Legionnaire Quandary" which have served as an inspiration to me. And last but definitely not least I would like to thank Kofman77 for his mods Rosa Round Bottom and to Yui8020 for creating Freyane and again to Kofman77 for making Freyane available in game. I didn't get any chance to blog very much in the last week but I'm starting again now Again, a deep thank you to all modders and moderators here at Lover's Lab and The Nexus. So, without any further ado, let us begin, shall we? -
File Name: Maximus Nord Follower File Submitter: pijuan File Submitted: 30 Jan 2014 File Category: Companions Requires: ApachiiSkyHair ( http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/10168/ ). -------------------------------------- After countless battles with the Stormcloaks, Maximus is waiting for the time to crush skulls again. "Never retreat, never surrender", the words of his father, a pure blod Nord warrior, are carved in his soul and push him forward to make his ancesters proud of him. His linage is evident, taller than most men, strong like a bull, his blue eyes show no mercy or regreat as his hammer falls over the poor bastards that come to a certain death as they cross him in the battle field. --------------------------------------- Maximus The Nord Follower: Location: Windhelm - Candlehearth Hall. Maximus is a berseker, he will go forward on every batlle and hit until there is no one left to attack. He has few dual hand weapons perks, levels with the player and even as he can use bows or single hand weapons he is meant for dual hand combat. Marriable, essential. Requieres ApachiiSkyHair ( http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/10168/ ). This is my first mod so be gentle, after much struggling with CK I managed to turn my character into a follower, once I figure how to work with spells and custom AI I may add some more features. Standalone followers tutorial by zzjay is a must if you want to make your own followers: http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/33106/? Maximus Nord Rampage: Click here to download this file