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(Note: To differentiate them, I think I’m going to start calling beast shouts, “Beast calls.”) Hey, it’s Destana. It’s Day 12 of this month of preparation for the Thalmor. It was morning, and I’d stayed up all night going through the ceremony to become a shaman of the forsworn. I also learned a few new teleport spells from the senior shamans, and got a noticeable increase to my magicka recovery just from the ceremony. I feel like since I came to Skyrim I’d been doing my best to smooth over the rough bits, you know? I’d really taken a liking to this land. I’d spent a lot of time and energy protecting it, and had become a person of some renown in the process. But I feel like every so often I come across something that could be described as a pustule. I poke at it, and it ruptures, and the rot just spills out. The Prison system here had been one of these. I’d escaped and murdered the Jailer in cold blood (literally… cold, in the sea of ghosts). The vampires’ secret nature gave way to a relationship with the holds that was ultimately going to strengthen Skyrim. The gray quarter was now livable. Skyrim had many more people and places to live. That day what started as a project to help with the war, the forsworn, became a cause for me to champion. That morning, instead of being tired, I was wired. I returned to Badycia, the leader of the shamans, looking for more work. She gave me a few jobs, but I’m going to gloss over two of them as they’re not especially important or interesting. 1. So cut it in half The first was a dispute between two women in Vulkos’ camp. Badycia said shamans are the wisdom of the reachmen, so they often act as judges. Each woman said the other woman’s baby died during childbirth and she was trying to steal hers. Vulkos said, “How about a trial by combat? Let the gods decide.” “I could just cut it in half,” I said, “Both women get half a baby.” “Okay,” they both said. “Wait, no! You’re supposed to… okay, trial by combat. Fuck it,” I said, throwing up my hands. 2. Wolf Mother The next job was in a camp with a woman named Genserie. When I got there, she told me the wolf pack in the area was weak and dying out. Sigorn wanted them dead, but I happen to know wolves are a keystone species. When wolves die out, their prey reproduce out of control, eat all the flora and decimate the natural world. (That’s from reading a lot of books over those ten years!) “So, what’s the deal with them? Are they not reproducing or something?” I asked. “No… well, they’re trying,” Genserie replied. We walked over to the wolves’ stomping ground to find a woman having sex with four gray wolves. She was imperial, and surprisingly clean. “Well, there’s your problem,” I said, “Wolves and humans can’t reproduce.” “She thinks she’s a wolf,” Genserie whispered, “I think the females wandered out of the area because she just fucks them all day long.” “I am a wolf!” She said. “Romula Sena. You are not a wolf,” Genserie said. “Of course I am,” she replied, “Why else would I be fucking these wolves? My mate Aki and I are going to have wolf pups soon.” “Well, that’s weird. What do we do?” I asked. “Maybe… if we showed her humans can have sex with wolves?” Genserie replied. “Well, don’t look at me,” I said, “I don’t plan on doing that again.” “I guess it’s up to me then, I’m going in,” Genserie said. When she was done, Genserie told her we had quite a few animals in the forgotten valley. Romula asked if she could come and join our tribe, and left the wolves of the plains to do wolf things. So now the Marses has an Imperial. We took her to Armin, and he was accepting of the situation. A woman who can make the beasts happy… guess that’s positive. 3. New Sibyl The third job is a little more involved, but still fairly short. It was only late morning at this time, and Armin told me he had an idea that would benefit our cause. Seeing as how there are a lot of Forsworn living in Markarth and the towns in the Reach, he heard things. Turns out, there’s a whole information network here. Anyway, he’d heard the High Priestess at the Dibellan Temple had died recently and they were searching for a new Sibyl. He wanted me to go talk to the sisters first, and once I had her, we were going to bring her into our influence. I teleported to Markarth, and while I was in Volkihar Castle I got a couple comments about me being mortal and therefore worthless. Serana said she didn’t like werewolves, and I was the exception. I sighed, thinking I was probably going to go back to vampirism sooner than expected, especially since the vamps would barely give me the time of day at the moment. At Markarth, it seemed like I had been expected. Oh yeah! This was that job they sent for me for. I approached the acting mother, Hamal, and after some anger she said, “The ceremony you so rudely interrupted was the Exalted Protocol of the Dibellan Sibyl. Through this we are able to hone in on the next Sibyl to the north in a small village pressed against the stone. We believe the place in our vision is Karthwasten.” On the way out, a sister spoke to me, “After your mission, are you interested in joining the sisterhood, on a trial basis?” “Uhh… maybe. I don’t have a lot of free time. What do I need to do?” I asked. “Oh, I know who you are. You’d be doing things for us in your off time. I’ve heard a lot of stories that you are quite skilled,” she smirked, then she said, “The Temple is closed, for now, but I could definitely use some help with the collection of donations. With the dragons and the war, the Thalmor, the forsworn, and everything…these are uncertain times. You’re out there, leading the people. I ask that if you do this, you remind people of love and beauty.” “Yeah, but more specifically?” “Take this wreath. Collect donations wearing only this upon your head, let your beauty inspire their gold to flow,” she winked. I smiled, “I… think I can do this.” I went back to Armin, “I infiltrated the sisterhood. It was easy. They sent me to find the Sybil.” “Good. Our men in Karthwasten picked her up. She’ll be in the Broken Tower redoubt. I’m going to send you to ‘rescue’ her. Instead of bringing her back to the Temple of Dibella, bring her to Karthspire. We’ll have a ritual ready.” I nodded, and teleported to Broken Tower Redoubt. I flew to the top level of the tower, and spoke to their Briarheart, “I’m here for the Sybil. Armin sent me to take her to a ritual with our shamans.” The man was named Sigorn. He growled, “Well, if it’s for the shamans, I can’t argue. But I still want her ass. What’s the ritual?” “Not sure on the details. You’re free to show up and see if you can ‘help out.’ It’s at Karthspire,” I said. “Fair. I’ll see you there,” he replied, "No. One more thing.” He put up his fists, putting away his weapons. Then he said loudly, “There’s no way you’re going to take this girl! She’s mine! You’ve been hiding amongst the forsworn this whole time!” He took a wide swing at me, missing horribly. I could tell this was a ploy at this point. “Please, help me!” The girl shouted from within the cage. She was blindfolded. “Oh, by the old gods!” He shouted, then he fell on the ground, making it sound like I’d just beaten him. I walked over and picked the lock on the cell, and grabbed the girl’s hand, still tied, “Let’s go!” “What’s your name?” I asked. “Fjotra. Thank you for saving me!” She yelled as she ran after me, tripping over things. I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder, taking flight as I walked outside. “The Sisterhood of Dibella sent me to save you. You’re going to be the next Sibyl,” I said. “Really?” She asked, “Why is it so windy? Can you take the blindfold off?” “No, we’re flying. I don’t want you to shriek and fall out of my grip when I take it off. We’ll land in a few minutes,” I replied. I flew her to Karthspire, where Drana, a Hagraven and a few others had set up a platform and a ritual. A wolf, a troll and a few shamans and forsworn were gathered around. “Okay, are we safe? Can I take off the blindfold now?” Fjotra asked. I may have felt bad, since this was against her will and without her knowledge, but it would generally benefit both the sisters AND the forsworn. Drana stepped forward and took the girl’s hands, unbinding them. Then she put her hands on her head, and the girl sat down. “She will be… receptive,” Drana said. “Could you teach me that?” I asked. “Easily. I could do it right now, if you have the talent,” Drana replied. It only took a good ten minutes, but she showed me a few arousal-control spells. Then Drana and the others started to gather energy to start the ritual, creating the same effect as during my shaman ceremony. Drana took off the blindfold and Fjotra was glassy-eyed and receptive. “First, we need a man for the ritual,” Drana said, “Which one of you guards wants the honor? Which is more high-ranking?” Sigorn leapt off his horse and sprinted up the hill. Damn he wanted this girl bad. I mean, she was probably 18 and was very pretty. “Mine!” He shouted, “I’m the leader of the Broken Tower Redoubt. Not a chief, but higher than these guys.” “Very well,” Drana said. Sigorn smirked, rubbing his hands together. He entered her from behind, depositing his load several moments later. “She had formed the bond with a man of the Forsworn. Next,” Drana continued, “The girl will form a bond with our wolf spirit.” I looked at the seemingly normal wolf, and he winked at me. Was it the same one as mine? I smiled back. He mounted her and did the same. Whether this would give the new Sibyl powers of nature on top of the Dibellan powers she would soon get, I wasn’t sure. “What’s the troll for?” I asked. “Stop asking questions girl, I’m getting to that!” Drana cleared her throat, “I don’t want to spoil this for you or give you an unnecessary advantage over the others, but as part of the trial you will do next, you will form a bond with a troll. Trolls are bestial, yes, but they are in tune with nature. They have a line stretching back to the dawn era.” “So, you’re fast-tracking her through the shaman process?” “Basically, yes,” Drana replied. While she had her fun with the troll, Drana engaged with one of the other Forsworn guards. As the last part of the ritual, she cut Kalydi and cast a spell with the sister’s blood on the new Sibyl. “Now, take her to the sisters. Say nothing of this. I will report to Armin. In the future, you keep an eye on the Sibyl. She will be a sleeper in the sisterhood for us, and will follow your commands without question,” Drana explained. We dressed her in a gray robe, and I teleported (through Volk) to Markarth. I walked her into the temple, and she seemed normal. Hamal was just at the entrance to the inner sanctum. She looked me up and down, still in my Forsworn clothes, “Interesting choice of clothes.” “It’s a disguise!” I replied. “This woman saved me from the forsworn,” Fjotra said, “She says you want me to be the next Sibyl?” “Oh, gods! You found her!” Hamal said excitedly, “Bless you! Come with me, girl. I will begin your training.” She turned back to me before they walked out, “You’ve truly earned the Blessing of Dibella. Prostrate yourself before her altar and you will receive her blessing.” They walked away, and I did what she said. I could feel the warmth of Dibella shroud me. Goes to show you that Aedra aren’t actually as choosy as everybody thinks about who they give their blessings to. Really, the only difference between them and the Daedra is the Aedra helped/consented to the creation of mortals and Nirn, and the Daedra didn’t. Of course, like Sanguine, you can enjoy the fruits of somebody else’s labor. I snuck in the back after a few minutes to find Hamal giving Fjotra her first lesson – she was going down on her. 4. Final Exam I returned to the Sacred Tree, and it was only noon. I was making great time today. “So what’s next?” I asked Badycia. “You have one more test to take. This will be designed to test everything you’ve learned so far and the ability to use the powers you received this morning. I sent you out on those jobs because all the others taking this test have years of service under their belts, they’ve proven their ability to deal with complex problems. I needed to see you in action, and let me say you did well.” “You hear about our Sibyl yet?” “Oh, of course. I’m glad you pulled it off,” Badycia replied, “Follow me.” She walked me up the hill on the far side of the tree that’d I’d never had any reason to go up before. At the top of the path was the ancient door of a nord ruin. “Give me all of your possessions. You don’t need them here. Remember our ways as you traverse the ruin,” Badycia said, then smiled at me, “Before you go, I want you to know I actually sincerely hope you pass this. I have a good idea of who you are.” “Oh really?” I asked, already undressing and piling my stuff on the ground, “Who do you think I am?” “The Dragonborn. Everyone respects you. Tell me, what is your purpose here?” “I want the Forsworn to be able to live their lives how they want. And I want there to be peace between the Nords and the Forsworn. Each side might need to give up some of what they want, but together, we can be even stronger than we can imagine.” “What makes you think the Forsworn would assent to this? You know we took Markarth and held it for two years during the Great War, right? Markarth is our city, and we took it back while the Nords and the Empire were distracted.” “Because I think I have a solution that will satisfy everyone,” I finished getting naked, “Also, the Aldmeri Dominion hold most of the continent now, and in two weeks they’re coming for us. Would you rather be an ally of another race of mankind that can look at you and see you as human, or under the boot of a race of people who think humans are inferior and want to crush all of us under their heels?” “You make a solid argument. But, do you know how the Nords got Markarth back?” She asked. “No…” I replied, “It’s like a footnote in most books, the Markarth Incident.” “When you get out of there, I’ll tell you all about it,” Badycia said, “For now I want your mind to be on this task. Remember everything we’ve taught you.” I turned, and opened the door. Inside the first room was huge and open. Two skeevers were threatening a hunter. How’d she get in? I followed the light up to a hole in the overhead, about fifty feet up. “Help me!” She yelled. I immediately casted Bound Bow and loaded an arrow. Then I tilted my head. I walked forward slowly, then called, “KAKE!” The skeevers turned to me, still looking ugly, but docile. “I don’t know what you did, stranger, but thanks!” She pulled out a sword and stabbed one of the skeevers through the head. Red energy started to envelop her, “What’s…. happening?!” She vanished. I blinked. Okay, well, now I understand the rules, I guess. If you kill any of the beasts, you get got. Whether the woman was dead, or just forcibly ejected from the ruin, I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t about to find out. I walked forward and found a cozy campfire still burning. Apparently owned by the interloping hunter. I looked through her stuff and took what was valuable. But with no pockets… I just laid the gold back down. A wolf was standing at the edge of the firelight, growling. I readied my beast voice, but realized they had cooldowns too. I quickly dodged as he lunged at me, then shouted, “KAAN!” Using my dragon voice to supplement my beast voice. The wolf sat down and I petted him on the head. I told him to stay (since Kyne’s Peace has a limited duration) and continued on. Next, I encountered two spiders, which I used my beast call on and told them to stay (so they don’t kill anything that attacks me later). Then, I found a troll in a room with four levers and a shut portcullis. Realizing Kyne’s Peace wouldn’t work on him and my power was still recovering from the beast voice (the specific call is named Mating Call), I casted invisibility on myself and waited for him to move around as I pulled all four levers, recasting it as necessary. I continued on, crossing a river and finding a rock bridge with another troll. In turning the corner, he was only about ten feet from me now, but he didn’t move to attack. I looked at this one more closely. He had a lot of wrinkles and this one had gray hair. He seemed to hobble a little as he walked. This Old Troll walked up to me calmly. He reached out his hand. I grabbed it, and he gently held my hand. I smiled at him. Maybe, as I had earlier suspected, Trolls and Giants weren’t brainless, just hostile because of years of aggression between our kinds. The troll’s dick started to get erect and he smiled at me. But he wasn’t aggressive. Drana did say this was part of the test. I sighed, “Well, I’ve fucked stranger things. I know what you want.” I moved to the other side of the bridge and he followed, then I got on all fours and presented myself to him. He entered me and fucked me pretty soundly. He also picked me up and hugfucked me. When we were done, I felt like… all this ‘forming bonds’ with beasts and beast-like creatures was causing my beast hide and beast calls to grow stronger. I think I was working out in my head how to give beasts basic commands. I bid the Old Troll goodbye, telling him to stay, and continued on. The next cave had a sheer pit in front of me. Like… a fifteen-foot-wide chasm. With magic I could probably get across. But how were the others supposed to do this? I stretched out my foot and felt it touch stone. “Ha!” I shouted as I stepped out onto the invisible land bridge, “The old leap of faith.” I walked across to the next cave, which had some form of advanced Spriggan in it. She spoke, “I am the Keeper Spriggan, the blessed of Kyraneth. Apprentice. Your will, wits and wisdom have been tested. Now, your knowledge.” “I’m ready,” I smiled. I had a lot of that. I wasn’t a mage for no reason. “How many colors can natural wolves have in all the lands of Nirn?” She asked. “Three,” I replied. “Good. Next question: wolf, snail, troll, frog. Which of these are hermaphroditic?” I blinked, “Wow, testing textbook smarts.” “Hmm.. I’ve never seen a female troll. But they have penises, so maybe they’re rare, like Giantesses,” I thought for a second, “Only the snail.” “Excellent,” the Spriggan replied. Then she smirked, “What is the difference between respiration and fermentation metabolism?” “Respiration is how we breathe. Fermentation huh?” I scratched my head, “Well, that’s how we make beer, which is done by microbes. I guess, fermentation is how microbes respirate?” “That is … acceptable,” the Spriggan replied. Then she blasted me with green light. When I opened my eyes, I was in a cave with an ancient spriggan and three Menthirs (teleportation stones). “Destana!” Katalia shouted and hugged me. “What’s this?” I asked. “Looks like you passed. We’re waiting for everybody to come through, then we’re all going to touch our Menthirs. Each Menthir is attuned to a different type of shamanism. After you touch them, you’ll be transported out of here and be given a gift. So, which type will you choose?” There were three women before me, one trying to become each type. Katalia chose to be a Koldun shaman, specializing in life manipulation and curses. Moira (the girl who put my heart back in) wanted to be a Hagraven. Ethrane, who I hadn’t done much with, was choosing to be a Primal shaman, who were friends of the spriggans and focused on healing. I chose that one. We touched our stones, and were teleported. I made nice with the Spriggans in the spriggan cave, and then I went back to Badycia, who didn’t have anything else for me yet, other than congratulations. “So what is the deal with Markarth? Am I going to be angry?” “Probably,” Badycia said, “You’re about to marry Ulfric Stormcloak, aren’t you? Well, you are a shaman, either way. So I’ll tell you this and do what you will with it. During the Great War, the Empire pulled back its forces to deal with the Thalmor. When the Forsworn took back the Reach, we drove out Jarl Hrolfdir. Keep that in mind when I tell you this: he went to Ulfric Stormcloak for help. Two years later, when they retook the Reach, they killed everyone. Not just the Forsworn. But also, the Nords who didn’t actively help retake the city. Men, women, and children. Our king, Madanach, was taken prisoner. To this day, an old man, he still remains in Cidhna Mine.” I could feel my eyebrows twitching, “Yeah, but we ousted Hrolfdir.” “Yeah, because he didn’t uphold his bargain with Ulfric. Weak man didn’t stand by Talos worship. With the Silver-Bloods, things have changed a little. On the surface, they claim they want to rid the Reach of the Forsworn, but fighting against us has actually lessened. I think the Silver-Bloods either give a shit about us, or they want to stay in power and are using Madanach as a hostage. Either way, something fishy is going on,” Badycia replied. I huffed, clenching my fists, “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. First, I’m going to have a talk with my fiancée. Then I’m going to figure out what the hell’s going on in Markarth.” Badycia smirked, “Good luck, shaman.” I teleported to V, then to Windhelm, which put me at the gates. As I walked the streets in my forsworn garb, people just seemed confused seeing ‘those people’ so far from the Reach. In the plaza with the Talos statue, Fenrir turned, “Mom!” He blinked, “Could you put a shirt on?” “Sorry, son. I’m on a mission right now,” I said. He followed me just inside. “Hi mom!” Runa was sitting at the dinner table with Aventus, thanes and other officials, Ulfric standing at the other end of the hall talking to organizers. He turned, “My darling! I was beginning to think you wouldn’t ~” He started, but I reached him and slapped him across the face. He turned back to me, annoyed look on his face, “What was that for?” “There’s more where that came from,” I asked, “Ever heard of the Markarth Incident?” “That was a long time ago…” he said, “Another Jarl came to me, asking for help.” “What you did to those people… it was barbaric!” I said, “Did you really kill everyone?” I reached back my hand to slap him again, and he caught my hand at the wrist. “We stormed the city and took it back. That was it. When things were secure, I handed it off to Hrolfdir. What he did after that, I don’t know,” Ulfric said flatly. By this time the Jarl’s Hall had become silent, all eyes on us. “Well then, Hrolfdir is on my list when we’re declared King and Queen. Since he’s not even a Jarl anymore. You know, I meant what I said. I want the Forsworn to have their own hold, their own seat on the council. Now I’m considering if I should give them Markarth. Pray to the gods they don’t do to the Nords there what you guys did to them!” I snatched my hand back. “So does that mean you still want to marry me?” He asked. “Yes!” I yelled at him, “FUS!” I blew him onto his butt, sitting on the stairs to his throne. Then he shouted back at me, “FUS!” “Wanna get in a shouting match with me?” Ulfric growled. “No,” I said angrily, “Because I’d win, and I like you. Mostly.” I turned and walked out, “Hi Runa. See you the day after tomorrow.” “Wow, she was mad,” Jorleif said. “Yeah,” Ulfric stood, “She looked good in that Forsworn getup though. I know a lot of them go topless. On her, it really works.” “Geez,” Runa said to Fenrir, by the door. “Yeah, imagine the two of them actually yelling at each other,” Fenrir shook his head, “They’d probably level the building.”

Hey, it’s Destana. Last time I joined the Forsworn. My goal here is to make peace with the Reachmen and put an end to this neverending war. My ulterior motive to trying to make the Forsworn a full part of Skyrim is having them to help us fight the Thalmor in the coming invasion. It’s day 10 of 14 (til my wedding with Ulfric) and of 30ish (until the time imbalance corrects itself and the Thalmor attack). I woke up again, after having gotten my last tattoo from a Forsworn tattoo lady, about 10 am. I threw on my Forsworn gear to make myself feel like part of the group, then found Katalia near the Sacred Tree. “How’s the flesh?” She joked. “Well, it’s no beef,” I smiled, “And I don’t think I’ve ever eaten in human form. Usually I’m in a frenzy.” She didn’t seem to pay much attention to that statement when she said, “Well, now you’re a Marses tribe member. Welcome, sister! Armin’s our leader. You should talk to him about work.” “You know some shaman spells, right?” I asked. “Yeah. I know most the basics. I’m just waiting for the shaman test to advance to full shaman. You’re a mage, right?” “How could you tell?” I asked. “I dunno. Just a feeling, I guess. The fact that you said you knew unlocking, and teleportation,” she smiled excitedly, “I wonder if you’re good enough that you could take the test with me? I’ll show you Spriggan Spray. It’s the basic spell of Primal and Koldun. And, well… bugs are fascinating, so it was my first spell.” She took the time to teach it to me, as it seemed most Forsworn didn’t learn their art from books, but word of mouth, and I learned to conjure little bugs to annoy and poison targets. It was no elemental bolt, but it was a building block to understanding their way of spellcasting. “You’re a natural. Oh, and I can show you the most basic teleportation spells. The only two I know,” she said, then she showed me how to teleport to the Sacred Tree we were standing at, and the stone she’d ported to earlier. Then she gave me a Mehir fragment, “This makes it possible without much training.” I was pretty happy. If I could teleport to most the holds, and eventually all the Forsworn sacred sites, I could zip around to any battle anytime. A man named Brenus (who’d bothered me on the way in) also bothered me on the way out, “Hey cutie, wanna sleep in my tent tonight?” I sighed, “I barely know you dude. Step off.” “Sorry. Maybe next time,” Brenus said. He seemed sad. And you know I’m quite the busybody/solver of problems. “Hey guy, you seem lonely.” “Well, I am. My wife died and now I don’t have anybody. You seem so exotic. I figured you miss every target you don’t shoot.” “I like your attitude! I’m not looking for any more committed relationships though. Would you like me to try and set you up with someone?” “Really? That’d be great!” Brenus replied. My bear friend was just sleeping on a random table, so I told him to stand guard and went off to find Armin. I used the Mehir (you don’t need to use the spell if you just touch them) and walked back to the camp where I’d found him originally, encountering a group of Adventurers and an Ogre. The adventurers attacked me. Seeing a forsworn alone seemed like easy pickings, I imagined, but they didn’t know what they were dealing with. I snagged a set of Dragonbone Claws from one of the guys, and decided it went with my look more than a knightly sword, for now. I’d started making a point of picking up a lot more stray armor I found on my many assailants so I could hand them off to the Stormcloaks/Standing Army, or use the High Alchemy spell and transmute them into gold for myself. This was my first encounter with an Ogre since they’d started crossing the border from Cyrodiil, and they reminded me of Giants in level of strength. Once I found Armin, I said, “You wanted to see me once I settled in, right, Chief?” “Yes. You might’ve joined a tribe, but I want to see if you’re a useless stomach to feed,” Armin replied. I could swear he was sneering, but his mask entirely covered up his face, “We’re going on a hunt. Follow me. This is your chance to prove to me what you’ve got.” He took me and a group of young warriors down a bunch of winding paths, finally ending up at a small version of the Sacred Tree overlooking a farm house. “Everyone’s here? Alright, open your ears. We’re here to see if you’re useless stomachs,” Armin said. Orell patted his belly, “Stomachs are always useful!” “He means useless, like you’re a worthless mouth to fee, dumbass,” Styr said. Yngride added, “I’m ready! They invade our lands and profane our sacred places. This time, we’re the hunters.” Styr sneered, “You talk big. But you’ll give them some of your ginger cunt, just like this Redguard over here.” Yngride growled, “You still dream about me, don’t you? Touch me and I’ll make your cock into a necklace.” Armin waved his Glass Greatsword, “Shut up! You see those stupid Nords, near our sacred tree? They’re our prey. I warned them about defiling it. Not they’re going to pay with their lives. This path is their only exit.” There was a farmer, his wife, and his daughter. Having some sort of lunch around the sacred tree, maybe? I ran forward with the others. It wasn’t always really my way to kill without what I thought were good reasons, though I had killed people for less. I will admit, I threw out a FUS and knocked the farmer off the cliff, but he only bounced once before he hit the water. The wife was slaughtered by the rest of them – hey, I did my best. And when I walked back over, Armin had cornered the daughter and was waiting for us. “What should we do, recruits?” Orell said, “We should have fun with her before we kill her.” “Of course, you would say that,” Yngride said, “We should just kill her.” Styr said, “How about we let her go? She can spread the word that we’re not putting up with this shit anymore. Carry it back to Markarth.” “What do you think?” Armin turned to me. “I like Styr’s idea,” I said. “A brave choice. Alright. You guys did a good job. I’ll be back at the Sicambres village. See ya!” Armin sheathed his sword and casually walked away. “That was kinda easy,” Styr said, “Anybody up for any more action?” “Eh, I have plans,” Yngride said, “Hey Destana, want to help me with something?” “What do you need?” I asked, always usually ready to help (when it’s convenient). “This Breton guy got me into bed and stole everything I own.” I shrugged. It was a worthy cause. We ran down a road and she said, “Alright. According to what I heard, he goes to the inn near here every night. When he’s done, he’ll be stumbling down this way.” “How long is that?” I asked. “About four hours,” Yngride said. I pursed my lips, “I’ll be right back.” I flew up and looked around a bit, and I found another group of adventurers. These didn’t attack me. They hailed me from the air. “Excuse me, flying woman. Are you an adventurer like us?” Their leader was wearing plate and looked like some kind of knight. “Yeah, I’ve been running with the forsworn lately, but I could say I am,” I said. “Care to join us for a quick cave crawl? Shouldn’t be more than an hour. We can storm through there, there’s supposed to be treasure, and a heinous monster at the end. What do you say?” “Sure, why not,” I smiled. Here were four of them, and we did storm through there. Mostly spiders and rando creatures. Nothing too impressive. The last cave of the complex was a downward spiral path with a skylight and a few men were camped out at the bottom. “And now we slay the foul beasts!” The leader shouted, and charged. “Wait, those look like they’re just some escaped prisoners…” I said, but he didn’t listen. Him and his group charged forward without hesitation. It actually reminded me of when I was new to Skyrim and pretty downtrodden. “No! Please!” One of the men shouted, “Stay back!” “These men look defenseless!” I shouted down. “Nonsense!” The lead man slashed into the prisoner with his greatsword. “Hey! Stop!” I said, getting angry. I drew my bow and aimed at the group, wondering what was going on. The first man fell from his blows, but the second and third weren’t going down without a fight. They both transformed into werewolves. “Face the wrath of the Silver Hand, beasts!” I pursed my lips again. I immediately crouched and let loose an arrow, sticking one of these Silver Hand chumps in the back and he fell into the water below, dead. The leader and his right hand continued to engage the WW’s while the one in back ran up the spiral to engage me. I backed up and when he reached my level I gave him an Unrelenting Force, which sent him fifty feet down, spraying his brains on the rock. The two-on-two was pretty evenly matched, until I plugged the other guy with an arrow in the back of the head. The second were fell, then the leader and the last clashed climactically. “This is vile betrayal!” The SH guy shouted. I took aim, peppering him with arrows. Finally, he went down. The werewolf charged up the ramp at me. I quickly spent a dragon soul on Kyne’s Peace and when he got up to my level I shouted, “KAAN!” But he kept coming. Of course, it only worked on true animals. “Whoa there!” I shouted, “I’m not your enemy! I shot those Silver Hand jerks down.” “You were working with them!” He growled. Then he lunged, knocking me against a wall. I crumpled, and he was charging at me. I shouted again, but this time, it was a garbled KAAN, that sounded more like, “KAKE!” The were seemed taken aback by that, and he stopped charging. He breathed deeply, growling, but calmer. “Hey, I didn’t know those guys were Silver Hand. I hate those guys. As soon as I found out, I shot them in the back. You seem like a reasonable group of werewolves who decided to remove themselves from society to prevent losing control. Let me tell you something. I’m a werewolf too. I found peace in feeding on bad humans. With a calm soul, you can develop the power to overcome the transformation and live a normal life.” He growled again, “How… do you … do this…?” “When you calm down and revert forms, you should go to Whiterun. Go to Jorrvaskr. Ask for Aela, Farkas or Vilkas. Tell them Destana Stormblade sent you after you were attacked by the Silver Hand. Ask them how to control the form. Tell them your story.” I put my hand on his shoulder, and he wrapped his beastly arms around me and wept, “It’s been so long since… anybody but my brothers showed me compassion. I want to live in normal society again.” “You can,” I said. Then he shifted back into his human form. “Will you be okay?” I asked. “Yes. I can make it to Whiterun,” he replied. When I came out of the cave, it was a little past dark. As I was running back over to Yngride’s hiding spot, I realized I definitely had a shout that was not Thu’um. It was something of my own making. Like a different dialect of the dragon language, perhaps tied to the natural world. And the first one I had could befriend beasts and feral creatures. I would need to test this more. I approached Yngride to find her fending off a bear and found my opportunity. “KAKE!” I shouted, and the bear laid down on the ground. I petted him. “Where the hell have you been?” She asked. “You’re not even… freaked out or impressed by what I just did?” I asked. “No, most our shamans have spells to befriend animals. Somebody told me you were training to be a shaman.” “That wasn’t a sp~” I started, but Yngride interrupted me. “There they come! They’re early!” She leapt off the outcropping we had been waiting on and tackled the man off his horse. He had two friends, and they were easily dispatched by me and my newest bear friend while she wrestled with him on the ground. Suddenly the man screamed and I heard the sound of a dagger cutting flesh. “Well, I’m satisfied,” she held up his balls triumphantly. The man was screaming bloody murder, and my bear clawed him in the face, killing him. “Here. Take this bow. You’ll not find a better one in the Reach,” she threw me a forsworn bow. As I tested it, I realized it had an extremely heavy strength pull and was one of the best bows I’d ever seen, even outstripping the Nerevarine’s Bow in craftsmanship. “WOW!” I shouted, “Where the hell did you get this? This thing is insane!” “Long story. I guess, my father was a master bowmaker and made my brother and I these bows. My brother died a few years back,” she replied. “I feel like I don’t deserve this. Godsdamn this is a good bow,” I said. “See? I knew you’d appreciate it, because I’ve seen you using that fancy magic bow,” she replied, “Put it to good use, slaying our enemies.” It was just then that I think the scales tipped quite a bit. Let me explain. As I readied my teleport to get back to the Sacred Tree and sleep, I thought about the Forsworn. Here they were, a brutal people who knew what they believed in. But I joined them for my own purposes and they’d taken me in, and finding me to be useful, they’d taught me powerful magic, given me the best of what they had, and were ready to teach me more. And there was none of the racial purity bullshit I saw some places. The exact thing I was fighting – the Skyrim belongs to the Nords, was already not in the Reachmen. They weren’t just Bretons. Some of them were Nords. I would later learn there were some Imperials amongst their ranks. And now, one Redguard. I may have been the Dragonborn, a Stormcloak, a Mage, a Thief, a Vampire (once and future), a Werewolf, a Companion, and a warrior of some renown, but I was most definitely a Forsworn. I told the bear to go back to the wild and thanked him with some meat. When I teleported back and said hello to Badycia, I asked her if she knew anybody who would be right for the creeper who approached me earlier and she gave me a list of women who were free. See? Brutal, but helpful. The same woman who had me eat human flesh was now matchmaking. “So, what do I need to do to become a shaman?” I asked her finally. “I was wondering when you’d ask,” she said, “I see the fire in you. I have several tests, which you’d better do quick if you want to catchup with my daughter. First, I will test your knowledge of plants. Bring me all the plants on this list.” She handed me a list of ten plants. I dumped out my pack and had eight of them lying around. The other two was a quick teleport away. “Damn, you continue to impress me,” Badycia said, “Next, I’ll test your wisdom. Go to the Old Hroldan Inn and find Katalia’s cousin. You can’t miss her. They call her Red.” I used the Menhir and went there straightaway. It was late into the night, but I was fairly hooked at this point. I looked over and found a young woman wearing a red hood, “Are you Red?” “Yes, that’s what they call me. My entire family was killed by a werewolf, and now he’s stalking me. Please, can you kill it?” She asked. Uh-oh. There’s no way that guy from earlier… I flew out to the place she told me about. I snuck up on him, and he was just sitting there by a campfire… in werewolf form. “Excuse me,” I said from the air, knowing he couldn’t do much to me from up here, “Kill any people recently?” “No. I mean, yes. I did kill a werewolf recently. He was a blood-thirsty beast. And he got me. Now, I’m like this. Fortunately, I’m a Marses and we have a spiritual tradition surrounding werewolves. I already know how to control this form.” “Red sent me,” I said, “She thinks you killed them.” “No, no. She thinks he killed me too, probably, because I disappeared when he attacked. I just didn’t want to alarm her. My name’s Braith, by the way. Red is my fiancée. She’s a Reachman, but she doesn’t live with the Forsworn, so she doesn’t know.” “Is that common?” I asked. “Yes, a lot of the Forsworn have extended family in Markarth, Karthwasten, Salvius Farm…” “That’s crazy. It’s like cousins fighting over a piece of land,” I mused, “Anyway, what can do I do help?” “If you arrange a meeting, I would be most appreciative.” I went and gave Red the place and time, and then reported back to Badycia. “Great show of wisdom. If you’d killed him, I’d have known you weren’t cut out to be a shaman,” Badycia smiled at me. “Do you know everything that’s going on in the Reach?” I asked. “I have eyes everywhere,” she smirked, “Ready for more?” “Sure. Shoot.” “You impress. Next, I will test your wit. One of my friends needs help, and I think you’re the right person. Talk to Vulkos. She’s at an outpost near Dragon Bridge.” This time I teleported to Volkihar castle and had a midnight meal with Serana. She reacted very positively to my Forsworn clothes, “Wow. You look like a snack.” I told her that drinking my blood was liable to turn her into a werewolf, so she backed off and she drank blood and I ate some of the flesh laid out for us. After that I ported to Solitude and flew down to Dragon Bridge. Vulkos was at a camp overlooking the town. It was more like two tents. “I know, I know, it’s a small camp. You’re the new one, right? Let me introduce myself. I’m Vulkos. A Marses tribe. I’m a shaman and a Briarheart.” “I thought only men were usually Briarhearts,” I shrugged. “Well, I used to be a man,” she replied, “Namira granted me thus, after I removed the offending parts. My problem is, being a Briarheart is interfering with my ability to be a shaman. I need a new heart to replace my old one.” “Where … can I get a human heart. Okay, that’s not as much of an issue. Where can I get somebody to put a heart in your chest?” “Ascula can help you, but she’ll ask for a price. And don’t let her trick you,” Vulkos replied, “Bring it to Bluff Snake Redoubt.” I traveled across the plains, meeting a group of poachers killing Wooly Rhinos (and not even using the meat!), and I befriended a Rhino and killed them. When I reached the ruined tower Ascula had her outpost near, a dragon attacked. My rhino buddy helped kill the dragon. I walked up the spiral stairs and into the tower to find a few women in hagraven’s clothes, and an old Hagraven. Ascula was a gray-haired but still vital woman. “Hi, I’m here to ask for help for Vulkos.” “So, she decided she wanted to stay a woman, huh?” Ascula asked, “Interesting. Did you know Drana and I were the ones who made her a Briarheart, when she was a he?” She pondered for a moment, then said, “Ah yes, she sent you to find a new heart, didn’t she? There’s a cost…” She laughed under her breath a bit ominously. “What do you need?” I asked. “There’s a giant in the plains over yonder that’s been annoying us,” she replied, “I want his balls for a fertility potion.” I sighed, but accepted. I flew out of there, spotting the giant immediately. Now, giants were hostile, but they weren’t egregious monsters like some of the other things in the world. Kinda like dragons – I felt like they could be reasoned with. Of course, there was no asking for a creature’s balls. I did decide I would at least try and be diplomatic and try an experiment. I hovered toward him and shouted, “KAKE!” And he turned around. He scratched his head, then he smiled a little at me. I think… it worked. I lowered my elevation a little, and he reached out with his giant hand and grabbed my ankle. He held me for a few seconds, then petted me on the head. “Umm… hi, big guy,” I said. “Chu – ka,” he responded. Which, I didn’t speak giant. I wondered if they had a functional language or if it was just grunts. He hugged me with one of his arms. This guy was a gentle giant. I’d definitely seen their pastoral ways with the Mammoths. Gods, I definitely did not want to do what that pre-Hagraven had asked me to do. The Giant held me around the waist with one hand, and slid another up my leg, feeling the smooth skin. “Alright, getting a little bit too friendly there,” I said, then he slid his hand up my fur skirt and lightly grazed my pussy. “Oh!” I gasped, and he gently kept rubbing me. I struggled to get out of his grasp, but he held me tight. Then he kissed me on the forehead. Oddly, he was being very loving and gentle. I wasn’t sure if there was a concept of consent in giant culture. I’d only ever seen one female giant; they were definitely rare. Maybe they just mated without courtship because meeting a female was so rare. He lowered me down, grabbing his giant dick, and rubbed it back and forth against the entrance to my vagina, like I was riding a horse. I moaned a little. It felt really good, of course. But Talos’ ghost it was huge! Only days before I’d been impaled on a cock that rivaled demigods and this was only… a little bit bigger. Looked standard for a giant. I felt myself going over the edge, then shaking to an orgasm. This giant was in this to impress. He set me down gently, his cock just right over my head when we stood next to each other and stretching out just bigger than my forearm. He made no aggressive action, and I acquiesced. If I was going to do what I’d been asked to do, I guess the least I could do was allow him to get full use out of his balls before I took them. I licked gently up and down the monstrous shaft, swirling my tongue around the head. There was no way I could fit it into my mouth, but I managed to get the head in there. He picked me up by the waist again, this time working his cock’s head between my lips and just barely slipping inside me. When I winced a little, he pulled out, flipped me upside down and licked me until I came again. I used my tongue on him while he did. When he was ready, he sat me down and shot a river of cum on my head and shoulders. He then laid down, spent. With a heavy heart, I stabbed the giant through the heart, and he didn’t seem to fight back against me. I didn’t know a lot about giants, nor this one specifically, but it seemed like he wanted to die, a look of satisfaction on his face as he closed his eyes for good. I couldn’t fathom the sadness of a giant, but at least I gave him some release beforehand. I cut off his balls and returned them to Ascula. Her and Drana and one of the guardsmen were having a three-way when I got back. She said, “You put on a very good show. Put the balls in the bowl over there.” When they got finished, she continued, “I have several good hearts… just let me get it out of the chest here.” She pricked me with something, and everything went dark. I awoke to her screaming, “So beautiful, so precious! Giving your own heart!” “What the fuck?” I yelled as I got up off the table, a hole in my chest, “You crazy bitch! You took my fucking heart out!?” “Don’t be upset… you have a flower,” she cackled, then said several phrases that sounded like nonsense. Another woman tapped me on the shoulder and I nearly slugged her. “Sorry about her. She likes making jokes at others’ expense. I’m Moira,” she said. “And all of you just stood around while she did this?” I asked, then I grabbed my still-beating heart from the table. “I’m sorry. But I can help you. I know how to do this operation too. Come with me to Karthspire,” she said. I sighed, knowing this was the only way out of this situation. I peered down at the Briarheart as it pulsed my blood through my body like a regular heart. Moira and I traveled to Karthspire. At this time, it was well into the morning, and I’d forgotten to sleep, eat and generally take care of myself again after being a vampire for several months. I ate while we traveled. “Phage,” Moira said as we approached the forge. “What do you want?” She asked, hammering away at a sword. “Could you spare a heart for Vulkos?” Moira asked. Phage sighed, “For you, sure.” She finally looked at me, then sighed again, “Gods I hate Ascula. Sometimes I wish we could push out the Hagravens and their apprentices. No offense, Moira.” “None taken.” “But we do need them to make Briarhearts. Don’t you ever become like one of them, you hear?” Phage said. Then she quenched her sword. She turned to a chest, and pulled a heart out of a vat. “Best get to Bluff Snake Redoubt,” Moira said. I flew, carrying her, and she requested I teach her that spell sometime. Vulkos waved as she saw us, then looked at me. Flatly, she said, “So Ascula got to you, didn’t she?” “Look, can you just put my heart back in?” I asked, not sure what long-term effects this would have on my body. I mean, I wasn’t even sure how this was fucking possible. Medical science be damned. At the very least I didn’t want to be this way because a nimble thief could just pickpocket my heart out of my chest. Moira put me under and fixed both of us, and when I was fully restored, Vulkos said to me, “That is a wonder. You should bring Moira to Badycia. You saw what she did here. I think she’s ready to be a full shaman just like you and Katalia!” I shrugged, “You know, Moira, you’re pretty weird if you want to be a Hagraven someday.” “I know. I’m pretty messed up wanting to take people’s hearts out of their chests and tinker with their insides,” she smirked, “But yeah, we can be trials buddies.” I nodded, “Well, I guess I would trust you to ‘do no harm’ if I ever needed cardiac surgery again.” I teleported us to the Sacred Tree. “Vulkos has her heart back, and… so do I,” I said. “Ohhh,” Badycia said, “Well, never trust a Hagraven. Or a soon-to-be Hagraven. But you definitely passed the trial of wits and you’re in one piece. I need a moment with Moira here. Talk to Thusnelda about your final trial. When you’re done, you’ll be ready to be a shaman!” I was pretty tired at that point, it only being about noon but I hadn’t slept the night before. But I figured I could at least go talk to Thusnelda before I slept. “Hi. Badycia told me to talk to you about the last trial,” I said. “Of course. I will test your appetite for bonding.” “…bonding?” I asked, not sure what that meant. “Yes. Lot of rituals are carnal. We become bonded when we have sex. Not just with each other, but with spirits. Tell me, what do you know about animal love?” She asked. “Well… not a lot,” I replied timidly, “The closest I got was with werewolves.” “So you do have a little experience,” she said. Then she looked me up and down for a minute, “I think you will have the will when the time arises. That’s all. You pass.” I blinked, “Oh, well, okay.” I walked back over to Badycia, “She said I’m ready.” “Well, good. You made it to the next stage. I’m proud of you. Come back at sundown. Moira, Katalia, you, and a few others will all be taking part in the ritual.” I went and slept in the Young Cave and got up just before the sun went down. When I returned to the tree, only the people I knew were sitting there. I sat in the circle with the others around the tree, and a few more filed in. It was all deadly silent, no talking at all. A red-haired man and a mohawked woman played a flute and lute, and all the shaman women surrounded us, channeling powers of the spirits in a slow trickle. I think for the first time I noticed there were no male shamans. Men were mostly warriors, briarhearts or even werewolves if they chose that path. Woman could also be warriors or werewolves, but didn’t traditionally become briarhearts. But they could also become shamans. It took hours… but around midnight, ghostly blue wolves dotted the edge of my vision. Each wolf chose a woman sitting around the circle and approached her. As if they knew exactly what to do, each woman laid back or got on all fours and invited the wolf. Of course, they knew, they’d been raised in this culture that I was only a few days into. My wolf sat down next to me, and as if sensing my trepidation, put his head under my hand. I pet him, and he smiled a doggy smile. “You know… this is all symbolic. Ceremonial,” the wolf’s mouth didn’t move, but I heard the growling voice in my head. I blinked. “Yes, I can speak. You may be surprised but I can see the beast blood spirit in you,” the wolf said. I looked over to the other women, now getting fucked by wolf spirits, “That doesn’t look very symbolic.” “I mean, sex feels good for all creatures. Your shamans connect with us in this way. Perhaps you can hear me because you’re special. Not everyone can. They communicate with us with their bodies.” “Does that mean I don’t have to…” “Oh, no. It’s also a transfer of power. If you want to be a shaman, you still do,” he panted like a dog too hot. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” I curled my lip. “No, no. You already have a much stronger connection to the spirits than you realize,” he said back. “You mean…?” “Yes, your beast voice. Your beast hide,” he continued to pant, “It is rare, even among the Forsworn. Your kind calls you the Untamed. It is possible becoming a werewolf unlocked this power that always lay dormant in you.” “I am just a perfect Mary Sue, aren’t I?” I sighed, “Okay. I’ll bite.” I bent over, accepting him as the others were nearing their end. And, I mean, it felt like a penis. A sentient being was having sex with me. So I guess it wasn’t a lot different than a werewolf, or that giant. This is what you call a slippery slope. When I came, we came together, and he released his power into me. It was like when I killed a dragon, but not as thundering and distinct. But I felt a transfer of power, a blessing. And just like that, I was a shaman of the lowest level. I waited a few hours and returned to the Sacred Tree. Badycia already had another job for me.

Destana again. Things are heating up. Last time I freed the companions from their curse. Time to check the old list. List: - Tour of the holds. - Get Stronger. (Forever ongoing) - Get the Forsworn. Better Nord than Thalmor. - Marry Ulfric, become Queen and him High King, unify Skyrim. Wedding date is 6 days (it’s day 8). - Study the Eye of Magnus. (Damien). - Ready the holds for war. (Fenrir and Ulfric). - Go to Cyrodiil and either: Try to get the Empire to ally with us or ensure they don't help the Thalmor. - Go to Elswyer, Hammerfell and High Rock to ask for aid. Wow! I am not making much progress at this. Last time I was just walking into the common bunk room after taking a nap. “Alright, you lost the bet. Now take your clothes off,” it was Njada, and she was talking to Ria. Wow, the girl really does not know how to be personable. Athis, the Dunmer new blood, was just laying in his bed, watching this unfold. He’d lost a fistfight to her when I joined, and now Ria had also lost one. I’d heard about her bets – the only way she ever gets action because she can’t be bothered to learn how to talk to people. Ria sighed, undressing, and Njada strapped on a device and penetrated her from behind. I watched, my eyes shifting over to Athis as he took off his hunter’s mail bottom. “Dude!” I said, looking at him. “Oh, I didn’t notice you there, or you, Athis,” Njada said, “You can watch if you want, I guess. Not that I can stop you - Harbinger!” Ria groaned as she was thrust into, “Oh, Vilkas told us already.” “Yeah, it’s big news and all, but have any of you guys seen Athis over here?” I asked. They all turned their heads. “Yeah, that’s just Athis. He’s huge,” Ria said. I walked over to him as he got up on his knees in bed, still messing with it. I got in close to look at it. “This thing is bigger than my forearm,” I said. It was thick, and long. “Probably the biggest dick I’ve seen on a man or mer,” I said. “Want to touch it?” He smiled. “Athis,” I said, “Of course I do.” I put my hand on it, wrapping both hands around it and stroking it as he continued to watch the two girls go at it. I watched too and was getting very aroused. I kissed it. He slapped it against my face a little, and I tried to put it in my mouth, but was unable. “I’ve had a giant demigod’s cock in my mouth, and this is legitimately giving me trouble,” I said. Athis smiled, “I can help you.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and slid it into my mouth, then fucked my face a little. He pulled it out, picking me up, then he moved me to the rug and got on top of me, fucking my face more. When I needed to come up for breath, he bent me over and slid inside me. By the time, the girls were done and everyone was watching us. Torvar showed up and Ria had sex with him while they watched us. Torvar took a turn with me when they were done, and Athis and Torvar both finished on my chest and face. Then we all collapsed in beds, sleeping for a few hours. Later in the evening (after washing), I walked out to the yard, finding Ria and Njada. I approached Njada again, “You know, you’d make more friends if you used more honeyed words.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Njada asked, “Also, your tits are out. What are you wearing?” I replied, “The about half the forsworn women are topless. I cobbled together forsworn clothes. The next thing on my list is to try and make peace with them.” Ria added, “Honeyed words are when you’re nice to someone. Or maybe even do things for them, to try and get them to like you.” “You can do things for people to get them to like you?” Njada asked, “Why the hell would I do that, when I could do things for myself instead?” “Well, I dunno, to make friends, I guess,” Ria said, “You don’t have to be so hard all the time.” “It’s good to be hard though. Like Aela. Someday I’m going to be a strong as her,” Njada said. “How’s this for hard?” I asked, and put up my hands, “C’mon. I bet you can’t beat me in a fistfight. If you win, you get to do whatever you want with me. For a whole day. And if I win… you will do whatever I want for a whole day!” Njada scowled at me, then she slowly smiled, “You’re on.” I am surprised she thought she could take me. Of course, I’m not physically strong. But I am tough. I feel like my skin is even tougher since I became a werewolf, even outside of the form. And I regenerate now. This was obviously not very fair. We went blow for blow for a while, but every bruise she made on me healed during the course of the battle. After a while she was badly worn and ragged, and I was in top shape. She fell to one knee. “Talos! How are you do damn durable!? Even with your tits swinging around I feel like you haven’t taken a scratch!” “That’s accurate,” I said, then helped her up. “So, what are you gonna do with me?” She asked. “We’ll start tomorrow morning. And here’s your task. I’ll make sure the Circle enforces it,” I smirked, looking over to Farkas, who’d been hanging out by the archery targets this whole time, “For one full day, you have to be nice, accommodating, and helpful to everyone in Jorrvaskr. All the Companions, the help, and everyone who comes to us for missions. If you’ve assigned a mission tomorrow, carry it out on your own time.” Ria and Farkas laughed out loud, and Njada growled, “That’s even worse!” She walked inside. “Make sure she does it, alright?” I told Farkas. “Where are you going?” He asked. “Well, I do have two more things I want to do here today, then I’m going to the Reach.” “What two things?” Ria asked. “Well, first, Vilkas. But then I’m going to take you out on one more hunt,” I said to Ria. “Oh! I’m happy!” Ria cheered, “Aela gave me a job earlier to go take care of a bear problem in Iverstead.” “Alright,” I said, “Get ready. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” I went and found Vilkas, who’d been waiting in his room. For me? Not sure. He looked up from what he was doing. “Reading a book?” I asked, “What is that?” He put the book away. “The Lusty Argonian…” I started. “Okay,” he cut me off, “I’m a little inexperienced. And it’s been a while.” “It’s okay. I’ve dealt with all kinds.” I was slow and deliberate. It took a little longer than I thought, but it was a good experience. He even got a little rough near the end. When we were done, I laid next to him in his tiny bed. “Is what they’re saying true? That you made your rounds through the Companions?” “Yeah, I mean, I do that,” I said, “I live a life of hedonism. I’m like the female version of a lady-killer. But I can kill anyone. Also, I could probably kill anyone for real.” “I’m not sure where that metaphor went,” Vilkas replied, “Big difference between you and a man doing this – don’t you worry about getting pregnant?” My eyes got big, and I got speechless. “Did you not realize…?” “No, no, shut up,” I said, “Fuck. Did you finish inside me?” “Well, yeah, you seemed not to care,” he replied. “I’m not a vampire anymore. I am officially able to be impregnated again,” I said. Then I smiled, “Don’t worry. It’s not your fault. I just need to be more careful again.” “You know the reason why it’s been so long?” “Why’s that?” “I used to be sweet on a girl from here,” Vilkas said, “She was supposed to meet me one night, and I found her, torn to shreds.” “Are you worried you did it?” “No, it was some other feral beast-blood. But I wondered if I became desperate, if I would do something like that.” “So you closed yourself off,” I said. Strangely, a little bit later he asked me to transform and give him head. Now that is ultimate trust. And doesn't sound like a good time at all. I went and bought pregnancy tests and termination potions before I met up with Ria. I took a test and it was bitter. Good. Deciding it was getting late in the evening, I used flight and grabbed Ria to travel to Iverstead. This was the fastest way of travel besides teleportation. You can fit so many quests in a single day with teleport/flight! “I bought along camping gear,” Ria said in flight. “Why’s that?” “Incase, you know, you can’t help yourself,” she replied. I snickered and we set down by the Inn right after nightfall, “Going to be a long night.” “Isn’t it always with you?” Ria smirked. I found her quickly, “Temba Wide-Arm. We’re the Companions, we’re here to help you with your bear problems.” “I’m so glad to see you. This has to be the worst place in Skyrim to have a mill. If I didn’t have everything invested here, I’d up and move. Sure, if you want to help me, would you mind bringing me their pelts? There’s a little something extra in it for you if you can get good quality ones,” Temba said. “Extra? Like extra gold?” Ria asked. “No, I’m offering your leader here sex,” Temba replied. I blinked. I thought I’d gotten that impression. Geez, I’d had a lot of sex today. I almost wanted to say no, but I didn’t. “I’ve heard about you. People like to trade bawdy rumors. Also,” she looked down at my ‘Forsworn’ outfit, which still had my tits out, “I mean, those are nice.” “Well, if people are trading such rumors, do you worry about your reputation? You seem a respectable woman,” I asked. She smirked, “I’ll fit you like a glove, if that’s your aim. I haven’t had any in months. Really, you’d be doing me another service.” She walked into the Inn. “I can’t believe you!” Ria said, a little shocked, but still smiling. “Hey, she came to me this time,” I threw up my hands. “I thought it was just the Companions, I didn’t know it was all of Skyrim!” She laughed, “Do women often throw themselves at you? How do you do it?” “My reputation is doing this. Usually, it takes at least a little work. Would you like to learn how to ply woman (and men)?” She blinked, “Yes, please. But let’s kill bears first. At least I know how to do that.” Not much to report. We killed bears for an hour or two, then came back. Temba was very appreciative. We went out back in the cool moonlit air and I tribbed her. Ria watched. “You, my dear, are the best,” Temba said, “Come by anytime. Well, my business is falling apart, so back to work.” “So, what now?” Ria said after she left. “Now we find someone for you to fuck,” I said, and dragged her to the Inn. We got a midnight meal and scoped out the babes and hunks. I asked her a few times and she was choosy in picking out who she was attracted to. “Her,” she nodded to Lynly Star-Sung, the bard. And I understand why. She had an amazing body, a beautiful face, and freckles. We walked over to her. Ria stood awkwardly behind me. “Anything exciting going on around here?” I asked. “Never,” she smiled at me, “You’re going to be bored to death if you stay here.” “Nothing you’d like to do?” I asked, thinking it would lead her in the right direction. At the same time, I pulled Ria out to stand next to me. “Well…” Lynly trailed off, “I’d like to go inside the barrow someday.” I blinked, “Well, that’s certainly a want, I guess. Dangerous though.” “Yeah, but it fills my heart with excitement,” Lynly whispered to me, “The dead walk. Make me feel… I dunno…alive.” “Well, my friend and I are members of the Companions. We can make the barrow safe for you.” “Oh, I’d certainly give you a small token of my affection,” Lynly smiled. I nodded, and we walked back over to our table, “Okay, well, we’re in, I guess. Just need to kill some draugr.” “I dunno. That didn’t sound like she wanted them killed…” “Bards are strange,” I said, “I know quite a few. And I guess I’m an amateur bard myself.” Though I hadn’t taken out my lute in ages. “Yeah, real strange,” Ria said. “Excuse me, look who’s talking! You remember what happened the first time we went on a hunt, don’t you?” She smiled, “No comment.” We made our way in, fought our way through a few dozen corpse bags. There was only one decent challenge group at the end, but I did what I do. I was just sheathing my weapons when another casket started to crack open. I sighed, taking my sword back out. “Wait…” Ria said, and she started to stealth. The Draugr was a Deathlord, and he paced around like, ‘Where did all my friends go?’ Ria crept closer. I didn’t like where this was going. “What are you doing?” I whispered harshly, half a dozen steps behind her. “Well, maybe the way the bard was talking got me curious,” she whispered back. “What the… you better not!” I whispered loudly again, “Just how do you propose to do that anyway? It’s not like you can sweet talk the dead!!” “I’m going to improvise, like you taught me,” Ria replied. She looked back at the deathlord and he’d turned. He looked at her for a second, then he started making a guttural noise neither of us could understand. “What if they retain fragments of their life and just want somebody to interact with?” Ria asked. “I mean, if you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, I think most living Nords in Skyrim don’t have any qualms about doing whatever they want with your body, regardless if you consent or not.” “Well, what if I do?” “Ugh, what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked. “See?” Ria asked, “He hasn’t attacked us yet. I think he understands us.” He made an angrier guttural noise, though he still hadn’t made move to attack us. Then Ria bent down and said the magic words in a seductive and sultry tone, “Enough…I cannot best you…” Like some sort of ancient code or magic phrase, it seemed to signal what she was trying to do. The draugr sheathed his sword and walked calmly towards her. He started to pull off the bottom part of his armor. She slid off hers, revealing chains she’d slapped on her wrists and neck, choking her a little. “Gods, you are so strange,” I said, holding the sword in front of me. Again, it was like watching a freak show. I couldn’t look away as the creature took out his withered old dick, probably hundreds of years old. Ria laid back on the stone floor and let him enter her. He let out more growls as he started thrusting. “So… um… how’s it feel?” I asked, “Like sand in your vagina?” “It’s like a piece of jerky,” she moaned, “But not that bad.” I…just couldn’t look away. I watched for several minutes until both of them were nearing their natural climax. Do… draugr still have cum? I had no idea, and it wouldn’t make sense for them to have it. He groaned, and she moaned loudly, and I pulled him out of her with my offhand and slit his throat. She was still laying down, her snatch pulsating with the orgasm. When it subsided, she got up and said, “What’d you do that for?” “I mean, I dunno. Maybe because he was probably going to eat you afterwards. Or come for me maybe. And I’m not into this,” I said. I grabbed the Word Wall for Kyne’s Peace, and the treasure in the back which I split, but I felt as dejected as anything. We walked back to the Inn. “So, we cleared out the Barrow Den,” I said. “You okay? You seem down,” Lynly said. “I’m just peachy,” I replied, “The real hero here is Ria. I mostly got in her way. Damn, I mean, I’m pretty useless in a fight. I’m more of an admin bitch than anything. You should give all your praises to her. She’s the promising new recruit that’s going places.” “Well, even so, thank you very much. I think I will be in the Crypt in an hour, if she wanted to be there to make totally sure I am safe,” Lynly winked. I walked over to Ria and said flatly, “She wants to fuck you in the Barrow. Meet in an hour.” “Hmm.. okay,” Ria smirked and went to order a drink. “Hey, Lynly, question,” I said, “Do you have another reason for wanting to go in there, other than morbid curiosity?” “I suppose I better come clean. My brother and I were in hiding because of something I said. A bounty hunter. And my brother already got killed and I fled here. I figured the Barrow is the most secure place, especially if people think there are draugr there.” I shrugged, and said to Ria, “I’ll meet you back in Whiterun. Gonna take a bath, and a nap, then head to the Reach. Tell me how it went in the morning.” I traveled back and noticed it was almost dawn. I took a nap, then got up to a dragon attack… Talos fucking Kynesgrove! I terminated it with extreme prejudice and didn’t bother preventing the Dragon Kill Orgy. Curious, I walked around and found it. Three women lined up in front of a lucky and attractive elf man I didn’t know. Abigail the random maid, Carlotta Valentia (didn’t realize how attractive she was) and Lynly! And Ria was perched on the man’s back as he fucked them all. I walked over behind Ria, “So, seems like everything went okay?” “She decided to come live here in Whiterun, with me!” “Sounds like love at first sight to me,” I said, now feeling a little bit better about the whole experience, “You keep her safe and everything will be okay. My work here is done, I guess.” I walked away, still listening to the moans as they played in the street. I flipped through my quest log for a few minutes over breakfast at the Bannered Mare. I did have that investigation about the Forsworn, but I figured I would save that for later. “Let’s see… Mudcrabs… Forgotten City… Kill a Bandit Leader… Retrieve a Drum for the Bard’s College…” I flipped hard towards the back and found something. “I wrote this down at least a year ago,” I read through it. Apparently, the East Empire Company is hiring people to kill Forsworn. Just, straight up kill them. Maybe this is adding to the general animosity between the Reach peoples. I thought back to all my interactions with the EE people, and none of them did I like. I remember I killed a bunch of them for a Thieves’ Guild job, killing one of their leaders in the process. And one time a random mercenary came to kill me from them, so, they’re on my shit-list. I shut the book with a loud slam. I’d always felt like the Forsworn got the short end. They may or may not be cannibals, or whatever. But technically so am I (as are all the Circle), so I guess we do have some common ground to start on. I got up and headed toward Riverwood, also not far from Whiterun, and found the agent of the EE there, Zenoby Iniatus. I threw on a random set of armor the Silver Hand were wearing, Dragonbone Armor. Don’t want to give my intentions away. She approached me immediately (I guess I have that adventurer look). “Hey you look capable. I need mercenaries to deal with some Forsworn that are living near a place we’ve set up shop. 250 gold a say. Interested?” She asked. “Sure,” I said. “East of the Old Hroldan Inn, at a place called Hanging Tree, meet with Shae there,” Zenoby nodded to me, and I left. I headed over to heavy overcast and found a bunch of mercenaries surrounding a group of Forsworn women. I approached the woman who seemed in charge, Shae. “Hey, I’m the person Zenoby hired. You Shae? What’s going on?” “Yes, I’m Shae. Why don’t you join us? We’re about to torment these fucking savages. We were sent here to kill them, so why not?” “You’re just…gonna torture them?” I asked. I already didn’t like this. “Yeah, and kill them. After all, it’s no fun to rape a corpse,” Shae chuckled, and the men in the group laughed with her. Then she said, “Get in line if you want some.” She turned around and shouted to the men, “Looks like we have one more for the fun!” “Rape, huh?” I sighed almost like a growl and pulled out my sword. Before I could step forward, one of the men shouted, “Wha~bam!” And I dropped to the ground. “Better watch yourself sister. That hot Redguard back there was about to stab you,” he said, “But I’ve got the best paralyze staff money can buy. Got this thing custom from the bounty hunters.” I was laying there, unable to move. “Thanks, Ariovistus!” She said. He stepped up to me and put his boot on my neck, “So looks like you don’t know how to follow orders. What kind of a mercenary are you? Some kind of coward? A forsworn spy?” “I’ll … have… no part of this you… son of a,” just as my voice was coming back, he slammed his gauntleted fist on my forehead, and everything went black. The East Empire Company went from nuisance straight to Hated in my mind. When I woke up, I was naked in a prison. I can’t really tell you the number of times this has happened to me now – three perhaps? I stood and a short (Nord? Breton? Forsworn?) pale girl with short dirty blond dreds was standing opposite me, fiddling with the door. “Hey, do you know where we are? Not any prison I’ve seen before… looks like the inside of a Fort. And who’re you?” I asked as I stood. “You’re finally awake…” She started, and I reached for my sword, but it wasn’t there. I sighed. “We’re in a prison. They tossed you in here a few hours ago,” she said, “They said something about raping us before sending our heads to Markarth. But you won’t need to worry about that.” “Why? Got a plan?” I asked. “No, because I’m going to rip your eyes from their sockets and feed them to you, murderer!” “Hold on, hold on. Whoa. What makes you think I’m anything like them? Standing up to them got me blind-sided and thrown in here. “Why should I trust you? Everybody treats us the same. Nords, Bretons, Elves. You’re just like all the rest. Burning our homes, destroying our land, hunting us down! Explain to me why I shouldn’t attack, right now.” “You seem to be low on friends right now. Not only do I hate the East Empire Company now, but I want to help the Forsworn. That’s why I came here. To stop their operation,” I explained. “Alright… maybe…” She seemed to calm down a little, “Fine. We’ll work together for now. Let’s see if we can find a way out of here before the guards come back. She turned to mess with the lock, “Oh yeah, I’m Katalia.” “Destana,” I said, “You know, I can open locks with magic. Even if I don’t have my lockpicks, I’m a mage too.” “Done!” She proclaimed, and the door swung open. “Oh wow,” I said, “Impressive.” “I can also open locks with magic,” she replied, “I’m a shaman (in training). We Forsworn can tap into primal magic. Old magic. Not that I think you know anything about that.” “No…” I said, “But I love learning new things.” “Only Forsworn can learn such things. To do otherwise is forbidden,” Katalia popped open the door quietly, “We worship at the sacred places, the powerful plant and animal spirits.” “Well, what if I wanted to join you? Call it an alliance.” “You want to join my tribe?” She asked, “Oh, but let’s get out of here first.” She walked over to the chest across the room and opened it. Our stuff! She slipped on a feathered, leathered forsworn armor and I slipped on my Zalisleather for now. She looked around for an exit while I dressed, then she rushed over to some boxes. “A piece of a sacred Menthir!” She cheered, “We’re lucky they brought this back here! Probably wanted to sell it.” “What is that?” I asked as I looked at the small rock with green lines tracing across it. “A sacred rock. We use them as teleport nodes,” she explained, “And I think… yes!” She grabbed my hands, and we vanished. Now, I could’ve teleported out of there earlier, but I wanted this girl to get out too. And course, now I could see where this was all going. We appeared by a much larger version of the rock, and a group of forsworn turned to us. “Katalia, you’re safe!” A man said. They turned to me, drawing their weapons. “Wait, she’s alright,” Katalia said, “She helped me get out.” The man nodded, “I am Gleba. Thank you for helping Katalia. But I need to know you’re on our side. Bring me two Markarth Guards’ shields.” We were just a stone’s throw away from Markarth now, and I raised an eyebrow. He probably wanted me to kill to guards, but he hadn’t said that. I walked up to the guards’ equipment station near the front of the city, “Hey, would you mind if I took two guard shields?” “Oh, hey, you’re the Dragonborn, aren’t you? Aren’t you getting married to Ulfric in a few days?” “Why yes I am,” I said, “Thank you for asking.” “So you’re going to be queen soon, aren’t you?” “Yes I am.” “Could you… could you give me an autograph? Not everybody appreciates all the stuff you’ve done in Skyrim, but I do! I’m your biggest fan! Even if you are a Redguard, I think you’ll make a wonderful queen.” I smiled, “Where do you want it?” He took off his helmet, and I signed in the crown, above where his head would rub on it. When he put his helm back on, I asked, “So could I have those shields?” “No deal,” he said, stonefaced. A few seconds later, he laughed. He handed me two. I returned to Gleba and now it was nighttime, “Here you go.” “Well, okay then. It’s a good start,” he replied, “Now a harder task!” “Katalia,” I whispered, “Will doing these jobs actually get me anything?” “Oh, he’s one of the chiefs. He can put in a good word with Armin, the high chief,” Katalia whispered back. “Next I need you to capture a Dibellan Sister,” Gleba said. “Okay. Why though?” I asked. “The Forsworn worship the old gods, not Dibella. And we have personal reasons to capture this woman. She kills Reachmen in secret. She travels around defiling our sacred trees and stones. Bring her to me. If you do that, I will present you to our leaders.” “Alright, be right back,” I casted Flight and flew off, finding a yellow-robed woman just a bit later, “Hey, are you a sister of Dibella?” I touched down. “Yes, child, I am Kalydi. What can I do for you? Would you like the goddesses’ blessing?” “Why, yes. I would. Would you mind coming with me? I also have some friends who have need of your talents,” I replied. She nodded, and I snatched her and flew back to Gleba, “Here you go.” “You work for these savages?” She exclaimed. “Yes, and now, I think, you work for them as well,” I said. “Very good. I think it’s time you meet our leaders,” Gleba said, “But I’m going to blindfold you both.” A while later the blindfolds were taken off us. “Armin. Hello. I bring to you this woman, who wants to be Forsworn, and the Dibellan bitch who’s been defiling our sites,” he turned a bit, “Katalia! I told you to go home!” “Sorry, I needed to report too,” she replied. “Aye, she did,” Armin said, scratching his chin. His face was mostly obscured by an elk mask, but he looked pretty tough. He continued, “So you’ve brought me a girl and a Dibellan slut. Gifts for the gods, perhaps?” “She helped me escape,” Katalia said, “She wants to be one of us. I think she is interested in our magic.” “And! She captured this Dibellan sister on my orders!” Gleba said. “Hmm… good work… you. Katalia, bring the Dibellan to your mother. She’ll know what to do,” Chief Armin replied, “Bring her too, but I need to talk to her first.” He turned to me, “Since Katalia and Gleba vouch for you, I’ll let you pass. Go see the girl’s mother. But don’t forget, we are very different people to you, and even to the Nords. You may not be able to stomach such things we do every day.” We walked back to the stone and Katalia casted another spell. In a flash, we were in a different place, with a different stone. “Where’d we go?” I asked. “This is our secret, hidden place. The Lost Valley. I transported us here,” she explained. “Oh gods!” The Dibellan priest yelled. “Oh, quit your whining,” I stared, but then I heard a bear roaring. I turned to see a Lost Valley Forsworn shaman summoning a fire cloak with his pet bear! “Wait!” Katalia shouted, but he wasn’t listening. He knocked over the priestess and immediately came for me in some form of bloodlust. Perhaps he was mad with some form of power or drug? The bear leapt on top of me and I shouted the first thing I could think of, in Thu’um. Unfortunately, it was not anything intelligible. The bear backed off, and seemed to be calmed. Did I just use Kyne’s Peace? At any rate, the bear wasn’t attacking, and now the shaman was attacking Katalia. The bear turned on him protecting Katalia. I took out my sword and dagger and impaled him when he turned his back to me. I looked over at the bear, my weapons still out. He sat down calmly. “What… did you do?” Katalia asked. “I think I used a shout? Maybe?” “That was no shout,” Priestess Kalydi said, “It did not thunder. What you did… was something else… But I don’t believe it was normal magic either.” “At any rate, the bear seems friendly,” Katalia petted him. “Why’d that dude attack us anyway?” I asked. “The tribe that calls themselves the Lost Valley Forsworn are fanatics. As if none of the rest of us who live here… the Sicambre, the Marses, and the others aren’t ‘Lost Valley’ people as well. They’re the ones who keep smashing themselves again and again against your gates. They’ll kill anyone who isn’t forsworn, regardless of the consequences.” “Well, I’d better become forsworn quickly then,” I replied. As we walked away, the bear followed me. Katalia smiled, “Up ahead is one of our most sacred places.” As we came in sight of it, I was in awe. A great tree, ringed in purple light. Several forsworn women without chest covers were standing around it, and one of them, gray haired, came over to us. “Mother,” Katalia said, “I want you to meet Destana. She helped me escape, and she wants to learn our ways.” A woman named Ethrane said, “Who is she? She looked interesting…” “Katalia. I’m glad you’re okay. They said everyone else died from your group. I feared the worst.” “Destana, this is my mother, Badycia,” Katalia said, then she turned back to her mom, “Armin and Gleba already tested her and allowed her to come here. Also, they brought you a gift.” She motioned to the priestess. “I see,” Badycia said, “If they vouch for her, then I’ll give her a chance.” “I’ll be in the Young Cave,” Katalia said, and walked away. “Greetings stranger,” Badycia said to me, “Thanks for saving my daughter.” “I don’t know that saved is the right word. She gives me too much credit,” I replied, “I came here because I’m interested in your people. I want to learn more. I feel like the Nords don’t give you the respect you deserve. Maybe someday we can reach peace.” “You, or anyone can become a Forsworn. We are of many peoples. I doubt very much the Nords or the Bretons want peace with us. But I will give you a chance to learn from us. First, the gods demand blood. We will sacrifice this priestess.” “No, please… have mercy,” Priestess Kalydi pleaded. “You’re guilty of defiling our sacred places and killing our people. Why shouldn’t we kill you?” Badycia started to scowl at the woman. “A wise man once told me… vengeance brings a cycle of destruction that leaves everyone dead,” I said, “It’s just like the Forsworn and other reach peoples. They kill you, you kill them. Over and over forever.” “Compassion for your foes is not a virtue, but a weakness. She would not do the same for us if our roles were reversed,” Badycia said. “This world is cruel but we can choose not to be,” I said. “The gods are cruel, and we are at war,” Badycia replied, then she scowled at me, “I did not allow you here to debate.” “I brought your daughter home safely,” I replied. “Alright. But she can’t go free. What would you ask of me?” Badycia asked. “How about instead of a swift death, many years of servitude? Bound to be more painful,” I asked, “This woman is part of the problem, so now let her help you. Whether she likes it or not.” “You bargain for her life with your own blood. I can grant you this, if you supply blood for my rituals,” Badycia replied. “Done. It’s pretty potent. Oh, and probably shouldn’t drink it or anything,” I said. She cut me on my leg and drained a bowl of blood. When she went to bandage me, the wound had already closed. I smirked at her. “This one has layers yet,” she put the bowl aside, “Now, you will choose which tribe you join. It’ll determine the style of sorcery you learn. Later, you will pick which path you take. Whether you wish to become a true shaman, a briarheart, or a hagraven in the end.” She continued, “As for the tribes, Marses use blood and flesh in their magic. Sicambres use plant and blood mixtures.” “Marses, I guess,” I said, acknowledging that I already ate a lot of human meat. She handed me a piece of human meat soaked in blood. “Enjoy the gift of the gods, sister.” I ate of it, and felt a little funny, but nothing major. And then she said, “That’s only the first step. You have three tests to perform before you can be a full shaman. If you’re good, you’ll be able to be one when my daughter does, at the next ritual. For now, rest. You’ve been out all night. And then go talk to Armin. I made you an initiate of the shamantic arts. He will initiate you into the tribe itself – if you have the mettle.” I nodded to her. Heady stuff. I went to the ‘Young’s Cave’ as they called it, my bear friend still following, and laid down in a small hut, sleeping naked. When I awoke, a couple forsworn were laying with me. “Shhh..” She said, “I see you already have a lot of ink on your body. Would you like to add one of ours to your collection?” I nodded, “Sure. Not the face though.” “I see. How about your left breast? I could do a spiral like the trail on a mountain. For the power of nature, a man surmounting it.” I shrugged, “Seems fine.” Her friend handed her the small needle and she grabbed my tit as the first woman started hammering the impressions in. “You’ll have to tell me all about these. What do they represent?” She asked as she worked. “Well…” I thought, “The axes on my stomach are from my time with the Stormcloaks. The tally marks were forcibly given to me by Bandits. The circle and star on my right leg is a magic symbol, I got because I’m a mage. The trail down my left side that goes form my shoulder down my leg is a dragon, I got because I am a dragonborn. The rose on my butt is from my first husband. He gave me that himself – the Sanguine Rose. The symbol on my back is my own design, a sign that symbolizes no matter what I become, I will overcome every obstacle. The roses on my right arm and back are really just garnish to round out the set.” “And now you have a symbol of the forsworn on your left breast, aligning you with the power of nature.” I blinked, “You’re done?” “Yes. Usually, my subjects squirm a little more. Especially something like a boob. I figured I’d mess it up. You’re a good subject,” the woman said. “Hey, um… this is going to sound weird, but I have a request.” “Hit me as hard as you can in the stomach. Just, punch me,” I said. “Okay,” her helper woman said, and slammed her fist into my gut. She pulled back her hand, flopping her wrist around in pain, “Ow!” “I barely felt that,” I said. Was it werewolfism, or WW plus being a dragonborn that was producing these strange results in my body? That shout from before, and now skin as hard as iron below the surface, but… I fondled my breast…. Still enjoyably soft. Hmm… New Mods Added: