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Bad Ends - Submerged 3: We join Astrid in the swamps just outside Morthal. Having not heard from her sister Aerina in months she assumes she's gone missing, she travels Skyrim, picking up traces and info from places she used to frequent and has tracked her down to Morthal where one of the guards informs her that Aerina had taken a bounty job to take down an Argonian outlaw who's taken to residing in the swamps. She heads for the swamps, leaving her clothes tucked in a tree hollow just on the outskirts of town (As not to get them wet and covered in swamp slime) and proceeds into the marshes. As a scholar and an alchemist, she is out of place wandering the marshes but refuses to turn back after learning where her sister might be. Not knowing it's probably too late already. It's when she starts searching the murky waters she comes across an ambush laying below the surface of the water Note: This is a very loose sequel of submerged part 2: Intro Ambush Submerged Game Over Video Note: As a result of running out of storage space on mega, videos are now on rule34video Not full 1440p quality anymore i'm afraid!
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So yeah the mod is pretty much lost media, could anyone Private Message me it's files and how to make them work, please? I really love the look.
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Link for a Video : Behind the scenes
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Hello is there a mod that provides voices with beast races in mind like for argonian and khajiit. -
В близ Фолкрита, по дороге в небольшой городок Оквуд, что расположен возле озера Иллиналта, Арго услышала странный звук: скрежетание, скрип и шерканье. Странность такого звука в том, что он доносился не в склепе или подземелье, а на небольшом пригорке. Неспеша достав оружие и пригнувшись, Арго подошла ближе... Скелеты. Трое. Пока что они не обнаружили чужое присутствие, однако, уже почти готовая выпустить первую стрелу, как некто её окликнул. - Ты что это собираешься делать? Ты хоть представляешь сколько времени и сил мне доставило создать композицию, сравнимую с настоящим искусством? В одежде некроманта, но не некромант. Или тот, кто не нападает и даже не пускает скелетов в качестве и оружия, и щита. Такого поворота события Арго не ожидала, что привело её в замешательство. Но раз никто не собирается на неё нападать, она ослабила тетеву, не спеша убирать стрелу обратно в колчан. - Искусство? Ты же некромант? - Только и прошипела Арго. - Некромант? Не надо меня относить к этим идиотам! - Только и начал новоиспеченный собеседник. Тем не менее Арго стало любопытно сие происходящее. Так они и разообщались, где Кармила, так звали некроманта-художника, всё больше рассказывали о ее творении и философских выражениях. - Хочешь научу тебя одному ритуалу? - Спросила, как бы невзначай Кармила. Если бы Арго знала к чему всё это приведёт, однако она не знала...
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"Арго долго сдерживала свою похоть, а поблизости не было никого с кем можно снять напряжение. Возбуждение может проявить себя в самый неподходящий момент, как например в разгар боя. И, чтобы этого не допустить, если есть свободная минутка, значит нужно передёрнуть."
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This particular bad end takes place right as Sirrae is struggling to get away from her creepy, grabby argonian savior. In the main story, Sirrae was able to get the better of her aggressor. But what would happen if she didn't?
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The beginning of Sirrae's journey starts with what she thought would be the end. Aboard a ship leaving Skyrim, a cataclysmic explosion devastates the ship's hull. Filling up with water fast, Sirrae must act quickly in order to survive.
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II "B" is for Bunka Bunka had badluck Brewed to sell the beer Barrel full of bottles Bilked all by a beggar Burnt out with no budget Boy then was broke.... Blackwater Cross bypass Bunch of people mine bronze Bared-back with the skin brown Behold~! A Beauty! Burst into blush Busy life got bored Boredom killed her barely Brought into trip and grab the bags "Bye bye! For fresh air we breathe!" Betrayed her husband behind Barrows down below Basin lay beneath Bachelorhood were before! Bear me burden Be me my babe Bless us Goddess (Di)Bella Blossom of love we breed
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l "B" is for Bunka Bunka had badluck Bought himself a boat Bandit raid the bay Burning the boatyard Boy then was broke Breaking in a bar Brand named Bee & Barb Buy himself the beer Behold ~! The boobs! Burst into blush Bed the wench bedside Buried in the breast Butt was also big Belts releasing the "bird" Billions of seeds was born Barkeeper loudly barked Bills were looking bad Better rob the bank! Badly off the bilker Barracks were then boiling Battle outside began Bashed by swords and bows Buckler soon hit broken Bribe the guards! Begone! The 2nd male character Bunka (Pilgrim, Sailor, Merchant)
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We rejoin Aerina heading through the woodland of Falkreath Hold as she heads for the town to buy supplies... But the day takes a rather dire twist. She decides to take a shortcut through the woods Aerina comes to a small clearing in the trees and stops to adjust one of her shoes. As she goes to set off, she has a strange feeling come over her, as if she is being watched... Aerina swings her sword at the Orc behind her, cutting a rather deep slice across his torso... The mortally injured Orc takes a couple steps forward before collapsing to the ground. She swings for the Other Orc but he dodges the blow, the Argonian then swings for Aerina but clashes with her sword which knocks it out of her hand. The surviving orc then pushes her to the ground Aerina, now disarmed is at the mercy of the two rebels GIFS The Argonian cums and then gets up off her. picking up her sword along the way. She gets to her knees and starts taunting them. Warning: Snuff below (Skip to the next chapter if you don't want to continue... Providing it has been uploaded) That warning may have been kind of a spoiler GIF: The orc continues to fuck her for a while before finishing in her mouth. Gifs: The orc climbs off a defeated Aerina and stands over her To Be Continued . . . . . . . Epilogue You didn't really think I would permanently kill off Aerina now did you? Bit of a darker story than usual... Let me know what you think. more or less of this kind of stuff. Was a bit of a long read that one too so thanks for sticking through it. Thanks again! Aerina
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Taleen'Ei The Huntress, and maybe the most competent of the Dippy Seven alongside Kunjin. She's an Argonian from Hammerfell. Her kin being pretty rare in this country, she quickly built a name and earned the title of "Monster Huntress" among the warrior's guild ; however, it quickly became just "The Huntress" because people are lazy. However, it didn't last ; an exceptional run of bad luck led her to fail some missions, and her reputation suffered badly, forcing her to leave the country to Skyrim. Body Despite her profession, she doesn't seems too beefy, her compact muscles well hidden beneath her scale skin, striped with multiples scars over all of her body. Even for Argonian standards, she's endowed of variegated cales, tinged with multiples bright colors which make her not really discreet. I used Female Argonian dragonic textures for her body as well as Beast Races Bodypaints for the colorfull scales. Outfit There's nothing much to say about the outfit, it's just a TAWOBA iron set for now ; I've tried to edit the thong to something that fits better an Argonian tail without much success Images Some lewdness
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I did a little experiment, I took the diffuses from my smooth argonians and combined them with the normals from my vanilla redux. I kind of like how it looks. Maybe I could refine this a bit and make it into an optional download. What do you guys think?
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I've been working on the CBBE patch, I've also been working on the human foot textures, starting with the CBBE version. I had to hand paint in the scales on the toes, the vanilla textures don't go that far.
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Almost ready for the first release.
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I've done some more work on the female textures. The face hasn't changed from the last update, but I've made some more changes to the head and much of body. I'm using the texture from Bad Dog's Yiffy Age mod as a stand-in for the vanilla texture because they're fitted to the UNP body and they still show problems that the vanilla textures have. Vanilla is on the left, just in case you're blind. Face: Back of head: Top of head: Chest: Back: Tail: Hands: Something you can't see from the images is that I added texture padding to all of the textures, this will get rid of those black lines that would appear along seams when the camera was zoomed out. Edit: here's some in-game screenshots I whipped up
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I've started working on some HD textures for the Argonians, they're mostly vanilla but with some tweaks and improvements. I'm using artificially upscaled versions of the vanilla textures as bases. It's still an early WIP and there's much I need to change -They look too clean right now. -I need to add more shades and values to the skin -The eye sockets are a bit too pointy.
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I'm using bits from my other retexture to better blend the neck seams and the back of the head seams. I'm also working on a BHUNP patch.
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I'm redoing the textures for my overlays mod, mostly to make them fit my new redux textures better. I'm also adding new face overlays, including makeup and tattoos.
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Yep, I'm definitely gonna make this into an optional download. I think I like this more then the current textures.
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Story I remember the voice in the sap. It is something I have chosen to never forget. The thought that perhaps my life has been, decided, preordained like a written story someone obsessed over. Perhaps. But I would like to think there were, surprises. That perhaps it may only have been a basis, something to start off with, and what comes after is going to be unexpected. But what the voice echoed was at first, something I could barely understand. Words suggesting that my calling in life would be something with the power over both, but then I did not understand. Yet, I eventually took to the magical arts, and soon enough, came the knowledge of Necromancy. But my concern was not just with the dead, no it was with the living, as well. Most barely understand the practice of Necromancy, believing it to be this or that, and never wanting, or seemingly needing to understand. Just branding those practicing it as immoral, or simply just criminals. But is that really it? Is that all there is? Surely I never took someone innocent and began using their body, live or dead, for experiments. But to dissect the dead, to understand what lies beneath this pile of viscera we walk around in, perhaps that, I did. But those were never innocent souls - far from it, in fact. Though they could barely understand this. What they saw, was what they wanted. Black, bloody scales, a pair of blue eyes with only hints of curiosity, yet they saw anger and hatred. Though they were not strong enough, the will not being there. Just the words, for them, were enough. When I moved on, as I eventually would, I am sure they breathed as sigh of relief. I am not sure why, though there are those who can find issue with things they do not understand, as I said. But what I found of interest, was what I heard among peers. Others who practiced Necromancy. They all sought something, some power which I wondered, why? What was it for? Power for it's own sake? To be strong? To be respected? For what? This did lead to questioning myself. Why did I want power? Why did I seek this same power, even if I had no wish to perhaps, leave this mortal form, that they saw as limiting? The answer I found, was simple. The voice. The knowledge conferred by the sap. What perhaps gave me these vibrant eyes and dark scales. Life and death would be my concerns. That I would gain power over the dead, and I would admire and enjoy life. What I have to imagine though, is that these words are, not specific. They are a basis, and what I do with that, is my own. So I have chosen to embrace the practice of Necromancy, and I chosen to keep the touch of mortality, so as to enjoy it's pleasures. Yet, there was more. another phrase which it echoed, that I have yet to figure out. 'Black scales and Blue fur, both shall face the maze in the dark, and they shall find glory in the cold'. Perhaps thinking I knew what this meant, I traveled to Skyrim, the home of the Nords. A land which, though having regions which were more than just snow covered wastelands, was known for snow, and of course, the cold. Then, I could not know how much of a mistake this would be, even if perhaps it would not mean my end. Instead, it could be considered a new beginning, as perhaps my work, and my life, had become very stale. Studies on magic, bedding women of various races, and even some men that took my fancy, and honestly, such encounters were rarely sullied with the offerings of coin. Along with the various traveling, and other things that had become quite tiring, although certainly that would not be something that suddenly stops. But one of those clothing bared exploits introduced me to the sister of a man, her brother, who had a job in mind. Which I had no idea if I was suited for, but upon telling him I was a mage, he made no changes to his offer, or retractions. He believed such skills could be useful. Though I neglected to mention my skill with Necromancy, as I did not think it would be that important. It was not too much time later where I was told I would have help, which I had no way of knowing if this was a sign that this man seriously wanted this job done, if he was willing to pay a generous amount for it's completion, and apparently, willing to pay in full, or rather, double, if only one of us survived. Granted, this did not fill me with fear. Why? I have long understood the concept of loyalty, and no matter if I am forced to work with someone, or choose to, I would not willingly betray them, or do so with intent or purpose. All the groups I have been with, all the people I have met with the the same interests as myself, I have never harmed any of them. So I was thinking that, in spite of the possibility that this partner of mine would not think the same way, I tried to think that I would not have to worry about it. But I was to be proved, wrong. No matter how it would turn out in the end. When I met this, partner, for the first time. It surprised me. A Khajiit with blue fur, a pair of orange eyes, and a prominent scar on his face. This sight would stick on my mind, for two reasons. The first being is that I found myself, interested. But not just in the material - I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything I could, which seemed to be an almost inescapable feeling. I kept thinking that this may be no more than a few days with this Khajiit, and then after our pay was collected, we might never see each other again. I was half distraught at this thought, yet tried to think more in a fashion which I knew as unbecoming of me. Just think about the money. Even with doing that, my thoughts never turned to greed. I was going to do the job, and collect the share I was offered. Nothing more. This Khajiit, Inigo, had other ideas. I noticed perhaps, what he believed that I did not. He was deep into a skooma addiction. I heard him mumbling to himself in the small hours of the morning, mentioning a, Felix, or something like that. A name? A person? Someone he knew? I had no idea. Yet I somehow kept forgetting to offer him help, mostly due to completing the first part of the job. Which, was to kill two men - both brothers of our employer, who believed that due to his brothers being drunken louts, they had less of a claim on their father's, or families' fortune. So he wanted them dead, and we were to kill them. Admittedly, the first one was easy. Inigo covering me with a bow, and I was in the thick of it with blade and spell in hand, and while it was Inigo who made the crucial kill, I still left him to it, mopping up the rest of the damned lout's guards. Or letting one or two of his own guards, risen with my magic, to do the sweeping. The second was less eventful, but similar. The only notable thing from that, was that like the first, we set the servants free, and after the target was ready for a coffin, one of the girls, at her insistence, was curious. She had lived a sheltered life in this keep, and had barely seen or heard of other races. But she was not interested in traveling with me, no. She wanted, me, for the night. I took her to the battlements, and gave her a cold, yet hot and sweaty night, wrapped in the embrace of black scales. Nothing entirely new for me, but something still rare even so. But I was not to focus on that part of what happened, for very long. For there is the second reason the sight of this Khajiit would stick in my mind, which cannot forget, though for a time, I did lack this knowledge. It could be said that I should have acted. Should have done something about the problem that was, in a sense, akin to a knife to my back. But I did not. It is difficult to consider who is more at fault for what happened - myself, or Inigo. If I had done what was possible to assist with his addiction, perhaps it would not have happened. But I failed to do so, and thus, he acted in his, perhaps greed. If he had come to me with the problem, he knew I was a mage, and perhaps knew I could possibly do something to help him. Though I can understand - in his eyes, the coin was far more important. I had seen others with similar problems, and the reason is not obvious - their head is not clear, not making the connections to improve their situation. Instead, the connections they make are to get the next bottle, the next few, and to stifle their nagging need for their chosen vice. So when he acted, I should have seen it coming. But he did not act for help, no. He acted to help himself, with the tip of his arrows. Not that one actually hit me, but from his perspective, it certainly did. The actual truth was that I fell. Perhaps further than a mortal should, though more a physical fall than any others I had taken. Some would call a choice to dabble in Necromancy a fall for any mage, but I disagreed. But this kind of fall, to me, seemed far more damaging. To what, exactly, took time to understand, but the answer eventually seemed obvious - to the mind. I had heard of a rarity in magic - that those skilled with it could, under certain circumstances, cause random things to occur, even things they consciously would not be able to do. Perhaps, I had done something to slow the fall, enough to survive it, but a side effect was a temporary loss of memory. One that persisted for at least three months, but that would be after I found some place safe to stay, hours later. In that time, I had found a small group of mages, who I understood to be more on the nefarious side of things, even in my condition. Perhaps any other would not be able to have joined, but perhaps it was to my luck that the mage outside this place, was female, and when I stumbled towards the cave, leaning on a rock in sight of the passage inside, I witnessed her laying on the floor of a ruined house, her robes open, and heard stifled moans of pleasure. Her hands worked over the fleshy slit between her legs, and I felt my body betray my weakened state, by forcing a tightness in my cock, and my mind drifted from the want for rest, to something else. It as bold to stumble in her direction, and I believe her surprise was less than mine, when her reaction to me, was simply to stare. I waved, and then moved my clawed hands down to remove the rope holding my robes closed. When they fell from my shoulders, our eyes met for a moment, then I lost hers as they drifted down to my scaly cock. She sat up, and made it arguably worse for me, by first biting her lip, and then moving to her knees. Inching forward, she first placed a hand on my thigh, looking up at me with an expression that was a silent question, though neither of us needed it to be answered. Moving her hand from my thigh, she cupped my balls, rubbing her fingers over the back, rolling them in her palm. Her other hand grasped my cock, and she seemed to take some delight in briefly pulling the skin back, and exposing the head, and moving the flesh back to hide it. Then, she put her lips to the still covered head, kissing it, and letting her tongue find the opening to slip inside. She did not linger on this very long, opting soon to move her hand back to the base of my cock, and her lips to engulf my scaly cock as far as she could take it. Which was far enough to surprise me, but she was not going to end things off this quickly. Taking her hand off my balls, and my cock from her mouth, she looked up and me and smiled. "That is not the mouth I want to swallow you with." So she sat back on the ground, her robes splayed open on the wooden floor, and opened her legs to me . "Come on. I don't care if I have no idea who you are...but this will be a start." I knelt, crawling over to her, and found she was only slightly shorter than me, which meant that she was just about staring at my neck or chest, once I was over her. I was going to take the time to ask if she was sure about this, when I felt her hands grabbing my cock. When I looked at her, she laughed."Most of the idiots inside, are only focused on studying magic, and I have not had a good fuck in months - and I've never felt one if you Argonians inside me." She did not wait for me to say anything, she put the head of my cock to her wet slit, and slid the head inside. I felt my mouth want to pull back over my teeth, and she placed her arms and legs around my back. "I want all of you..." She about whispered in my ear, so I obliged. Keeping one hand on the floor, I placed the other on her breasts, and she pulled my head to her face in at least an attempt at a kiss. She found particular interest in sucking on my tongue, once it found it's way into her mouth. "Oh by the gods, the scales...the smooth bumps..." She gripped tightly on my back, and used her legs to keep my balls against her behind. The pressure was building, and I saw no reason to stop. I did become curious when she had seemingly removed one of her hands from my back, and I had no idea what she intended to do, at least not until I felt her tickling my balls. Though that was not entirely her intention, as when I looked at her, she smiled, though she did not say anything. I had the thought that she must have stuck a finger in her behind, but that seemed less important when another touch to my balls sent me over the edge. This caused a few things - my load releasing inside of her, her legs pinning me against her body, and soon enough, it felt as far wetter around my crotch than it perhaps should have been. "Oh....yes. I want to...keep...you around...for a while." She let me off her, and when I slid my cock out of her, I got a look at the results. I was smirking as I saw that she had seemingly pissed herself, apparently with how good she found it, and then gobs of white dripping out of her slit. She looked at me, laughing herself. "Trust me, I've had friends do worse than that. I'll have to see if they have another pair of robes inside, and perhaps burn these. Anyway...Oh, what is wrong?" Perhaps the encounter was only a temporary reprieve from the pain, but with it over, it was back in force. It was all I could do to not fall on her, and in my attempt, I simply laid my head to her stomach, and passed out. I was just conscious enough to hear her say one last thing, until at least a few hours later. "Oh, you must have went through something horrible. I'll fetch the others and get you inside, where you can stay with us until you heal, or for as long as you want." It seemed like I was in a haze for at least two weeks after that. Either asleep, or close to it, focusing on memories. Thinking of what I wanted to do once I was better, thinking of where I would go. Perhaps I should have focused on what happened, but that seemed to be too much of a blur. Like a memory you forget, but when you consider just the right detail, it seems you never really forgot. If that would happen, I did not know. But soon enough, it seemed far more important to focus on the present, and not the past. This is where she comes in. That intimate relationship would not be the last, as it seems she was right. Out of most there, the focus was on magical study, and little time was spent on other things. I did eventually question at least one of the other mages there on why a place like the College of Winterhold would not be more suited to their aims, and I was brushed off, with a comment about them being too strict on certain matters. I kept it in my head though, as some place I may go, should I decide to leave. Otherwise, I found out later that, Jona, the mage I had encountered outside, was into a few, interesting things, though she kept mentioning having known people with far more, perhaps deviant interests, which made her own, tame by comparison. She had also mentioned that, she certainly was not looking to be a mother, and knew of a plant that was able to prevent such a thing, when prepared properly. To be honest, I did not have much of an interest in alchemy before, but she inspired me. It seemed useful, and the knowledge was perhaps invaluable, just as much as any other kind of magic. It was some time later, over three months, when I finally decided to leave. I had finally grasped the idea of using magic again, to the point where I managed the summoning of a Flame Atronach, though this was from a scroll. It was not immediate, and I did not leave with her not knowing. When I told her, she made the suggestion that I expected. It was of little concern that I woke her from a sound sleep, no. It was her reaction to pull me into the bed, and let me embrace her once more. If I would ever return, or would ever see her again, I do not know. Honestly, I had little idea at that point exactly where I was going to go. Perhaps the College eventually, but for the moment, when I stepped out of that cave for the first time in a while, I felt, free. Modlist Screenshots
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These characters will be of vanilla races, and may or may not be involved with any Selachii characters. Some characters may be backstory only, which is likely to mean they will not appear in-game. Bezur, Khajiit, ????. [LocationToBeDecided], M - (W.I.P) Corera, Altmer, Fire Mage, [LocationToBeDecided], M - An Altmer mage, who eventually found himself with a choice. Many of his family and friends, willingly choose to support the Dominion, in various ways. One of his very personal, long time friends, joined, and quickly rose to the rank of Justiciar. He did not make the same choice - for him, the conflict was petty, regardless of what the stakes were. He knew the history, and that mattered very little - what they suggested was not progress, but exactly the opposite, and in a sense, incited the same behavior that many Altmer believed they were above. Conflict for the sake, of Conflict. Not based on logic or reason, or perhaps even with a definitive, known goal in mind. But a goal that is nothing more than a dream, which may or may not be unattainable. Leaving his home of Alinor, he traveled Tamriel, before he arrived in Skyrim, his reason being obvious - to join the College of Winterhold, one of the few places in all of Tamriel that still offered the teaching of magic to those who wished it. The Synod, were repulsive to him, as they perhaps had the wrong idea, even if it did have a point. No matter who they were protecting, they were forcing some, who could never learn magic otherwise, to never do so. Some, would seek other, far more dangerous means to acquire knowledge of Magic. As for the College of Whispers, he felt they too, had similar flaws. The fact that they were more open to support the art of Necromancy, was not his problem. It was how their conclaves were secret, which while useful, seemed more the work of mages who had far-reaching plans, than instructing those wishing to learn in the magical arts. Planned Content In-Game Details Faranya, Snow Elf Vampire, Temple of Auriel, TSF Description In-Game Details Kharez, Khajiit, M [Backstory Only] - (W.I.P) Mujeen, Argonian, ????, M - (W.I.P) In-Game Details Related Characters Keeko, Argonian, ????, M - (W.I.P) In-Game Details Zino, Khajiit, M - (W.I.P) In-Game Details Neros, Argonian, Fire Mage, Alchemist Camp near Evergreen Grove, M - Having heritage in the ash of Morrowind and the swamps of Black Marsh, this Argonian is searching for a truth that has long eluded him. Seemingly orphaned at a young age, he learned to harness magic as he grew older, namely the power over flame, as a way of controlling the element that he knows changed his entire life. In-Game Details Planned Content Related Characters Nisil, Alchemist, Dunmer, M - Neros struck a deal with this Mer, offering his ability with magic as protection, and in return, he would be given information on the rumors of a Dunmer mage nearby. Planned Content Nisil's Journal(not the same as the "Alchemist's Journal" in the vanilla game) - Link Raven, Sorcerer(CombatSorcerer), Dunmer, F? - A high ranking member of the Telvanni, and an ardent worshiper of Azura. Planned Content Raynith's Journal - (W.I.P) Ros(Roz), Nord, Helga's Bunkhouse, F - (W.I.P) In-Game Content Planned Content Dialog - Link(W.I.P) Tyris, Argonian Vampire, Kjenstag Ruins, F - Originally from Windhelm, she left when she met a perhaps all too alluring male Argonian. Their relationship soon became nothing more than a game, with each using the other for what could be offered, usually nothing more than pleasure. The fact that he was quickly revealed as a Vampire, was nothing to her. Eventually, this gift was given to her as well, and in a sense, that changed nothing. Beyond the fact that they no longer had to lie about what their relationship truly was. Only, it never got worse. Other than when he ran afoul of the Vigilant of Stendarr, the hovel they shared with a few others being coated in a bloody mess, a note she wrote to a recent friend, covered in blood - one that noted her want to live this existence she found herself in, and not wallow in sorrow or fear. Location Changes -A dead Vigilant of Stendarr(a Male Khajiit) lies just inside the walls of the ruin, with some blood spatter around it. The player can bring this up in dialog with her. -A coffin stands against one of the ruin's walls, which she uses to sleep. -Behind the standing wall in the middle of the ruins(close to the existing chest), a small campfire. In-Game Details Related Characters Zaahani, Khajiit, F - A Khajiit born in Skyrim, she joined the Caravan just after their arrival in Skyrim, as a guard. In an attack on the Caravan months later, she lost one of the friends she had made, and decided to leave to go on her own. Given a note by Ri'saad before she left, it explained that if she wished to return, they would welcome her once again, she left. Seeking solace in a place not often traveled, she waits not for destiny to befall her, but to figure out what purpose she want to have in life. In-Game Details
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Golden Opportunity
Wonders of Eros posted a blog entry in Erotic Comic Book Club's Works – WIP/Unfinished (old)
The work contains the following taboo-rated tags: The work also contains the following non-taboo-rated tags: (SPOILER WARNING! Reading these tags may spoil some of the events that happen during the course of the story!) Click on the following spoiler to read what is currently on offer. Info about the project The comic has a female Argonian in the lead role, and the story itself mainly revolves around prostitution. It will be around 35 to 40 pages in total. Do not worry about the censor bars - the comic is completely uncensored. This is a short, erotic Skyrim comic that I nearly completed around three years ago but never took the time to fully finish. It mainly consists of edited in-game screenshots that were taken on an old mod build long before I made the one that I use currently. Skyrim comics made using my current mod build will have much better graphics and will also be vastly superior to this work in terms of both screen-archery and pose-alignment. That being said, seeing as the work is nearly finished as it is, I think it would be a good idea to quickly finish it up and upload it to the club so that our club members can have a better idea of what I mean by an "erotic comic book" while I continue to work on the motion comics that use my current Skyrim, Oblivion and Fallout 4 mod builds. I have some other old, unfinished Skyrim comics that were made on the same build as this one, but I have yet to decide whether I want to finish those or not. . -
No matter the custom beast race i use im missing all the extra sliders regarding their heads, while expression themselves do work (mouth moves when shouting, i can force expressions with console commands and mods, and Sexlab expression function and that is what bugs me.) Ive had this problem for a long while, and have found no fix that works and ive searched high and low. This applies to all beast races from Vaalsark and Lykaios to CustomRaces custom Argonian and Khajiit. While in the process trying to solve this i opened up CK and made sure that the CustomKhajiit and CustomArgonian races are in all possible ways identical to their vanilla counterparts, from their .tri files to their body shapes (as in, their filepaths are identical in all regards save for textures) and no luck. Ive tried messing with racemenu, load order, even stripped my mod list down to just CustomRaces, Racemenu, Alternate Start and ENB and their requirements and i am at my wits end. So if there is any help anyone can provide that would be awesome. Love: Grimm -
For some reason, Argonian (female only i think) Player characters are causing CTD sometimes randomly, but other times always happening during 1) racemenu start up 2) sexlab scene start up Here is what crashlogger has to say, but i dont know enough to understand it: https://pastebin.com/VVD7S0bN This problem has persisted through, even after i reinstalled the game after deleting everything, even after making new save files, so im a bit miffed at this occuring can anyone help please
