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Horny Companions View File This is a very lightweight mod that lets you have sex with your companions. Craft a Bouquet of Affection (1 Ash Blossom, 1 Bloodleaf, and 1 Hubflower) at a chemistry station, equip it in the thrown item slot and talk to a romanced companion to unlock new explicit dialogue options. It works without romance with Cait, John Hancock, and all non-romanceable companions (Codsworth, Strong, Nick Valentine, Deacon, X6-88, and Dogmeat (you can pet him as a bonus from me). The Bouquet of Desire (3 cloth, 10+ Charisma) allows you to open the same intimate dialogue with any companion, regardless of their romance status. If Cait is nearby, you can try convincing your companion to have a threesome with her. Successful sex grants the Lover’s Embrace perk. AAF is optional, but without it, there will be no animations, so what's the point? Submitter DSHV Submitted 06/11/26 Category Dialog Sex Requirements AAF  

Love Slaves 8.0 View File Love Slaves 8.0 Find a Jarl’s Daughter, free a dozen women of slavery and become the Don Juan of Skyrim along the way. A dozen possible companions with 30+ hours of quest content. This is for Flowergirls only. I will start working on a Sexlab version soon. This mod is similar to what is found here Love Slaves 7, However, this is for male players only. I tried to get female help with their dialog, but got no volunteers. You can play as a female, but all the new dialog is male only and I have done zero testing as a female PC. I have spend well over a year on this as well as two months on a recent beta test to make sure this is as bug free as possible. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. This mod contains well over 30 hours of playtime for the quests. You can spend years taking these companions with you and enjoying their dialog as you play the rest of Skyrim. Sasha and Jenny in tandem have several unique "quests" to make you laugh. Even if for a little while, take them with you together. You'll thank me later. Here is what another user said: 1. There are 12 female NPCs that can be followers. They all are pretty bad ass. Almost any two of them can kill your foes while you sit back and watch. If you want them to be more vanilla give them iron daggers. 2. There are many quests here. Many can be run at the same time and that is recommended. You do not need to run most of them serially. There are considerable time periods where you are waiting for something to happen so if you have multiple running, you have something to do while you wait for the next bit to start. 3. This mod starts when you reach level 20 and have killed your first dragon and reported back to the Jarl. It is started with a courier visiting you with a note. This note is delivered to you when you are outside in any major city. If you are level 20 and you visit a major city (including Riverwood), the courier will approach you and give you a letter from a Jarl. Read the note to start the first quest. If you don't get the note delivered, go into the inn and back out. If you still don't get the note, find out which mod if fucking with the courier system and fix it. That takes a while and is a pain. Google how to teleport the courier to you. However, if you have this problem, you MUST fix it because the courier is used later for starting other quests. 4. Love Slaves are completely unlike other kinds of slaves. They are designed to be fun and loving companions that you will keep with you as you venture into Skyrim. Love slaves love their masters and will fight to the death (figuratively as they cannot die) to save them. They are excellent archers and two handed fighters in the assassin style (except Sylvia). They can seduce your humanoid enemies making encounters with multiple enemies a breeze. This only works in interior enemy places. They will save your life many times by coming to your aid when your health gets low. They can amuse you by seducing other NPCs in an orgy. (Take one to Jorrvaskr in the evening when there are lots of people there and tell one to make and orgy). This only works in interior friendly places. They can annoy you by requiring sex at the most inopportune times. 5. You also get two rather nice player homes. 6. Jenny and Sasha are fully voiced by their native actresses. All the rest are voiced using xVASynth and so the quality is somewhat diminished. However, I have spent considerable trying to get the critical dialog lines to be as lifelike as I possibly can. All Players Open the MCM menu and check EnableCell Scans if you want to start an orgy. It must be on before entering the cell you want to start the orgy in. If you had it off, exit the cell, turn on cell scans, and re-enter. You can leave this on all the time if you want. However, it adds some small papyrus load when changing cells. With cell scans turned off, there is no option to start an orgy. There is also no option to have Vernor train a follower. Requirements (You need all of these): SkyUi SSE SKSE64 2.0.7 or greater. Be careful here and get the one labeled " Current SE build 2.0.7 (runtime 1.5.39): " There is no required here. We only use SKSE for the additional papyrus features. Flower Girls version 3.0.0 or greater. As of version 6.8, all the other required assets are bundled in including arousal. Make sure you run FNIS for users after installing this. You are also going to need a skeleton like XP32 Maximum Skeleton Extended - XPMSE, a nude male body mesh like Better Males, or SOS Light and Tempered Skins part 1 and part 2. There is a BodySlide piercings file if the one packed in the distribution does not fit your body. I have not tested this, you are on your own. Special Thanks There is a lot of work in this. Before I lose your attention, let me list the voice actors who have contributed their time and talent. Without them all, none of this would have been possible: Brvtality CallMeRoxas Carida Czarblood and his lovely wife Darkminxi jrok72 Mythborn Rocktarckles Shadoweir TheTrueMayhem and his lovely wife Teena.  I am eternally grateful for their efforts because good voice acting make the difference between a good and great mod for me. Special Thanks to the Beta Testers: As mentioned above, we have spent over a month beta testing this. Please give special thanks to the following people for all their hard work. swordsman5 Marcello007 phalltea ZENITH20 nunyabidnez IxeIxe Kimota720 Thanks for the use of these assets: We use assets from KS Hairdos and AberEyes as well as really old (and no longer available) assets from Newmiller. Thanks to all. Additional Thanks to Zaz and Xaz for the bondage assets. Special thanks to Leito86 for his excellent animations. Daedric Shrines - Sanguine Submitter fishburger67 Submitted 11/15/2025 Category Adult Mods Requirements SkyUi SSE SKSE64 2.0.7 or greater. Be careful here and get the one labeled " Current SE build 2.0.7 (runtime 1.5.39): " There is no required here. We only use SKSE for the additional papyrus features. Flower Girls version 3.0.0 or greater. As of version 6.8, all the other required assets are bundled in including arousal. Regular Edition Compatible No Install Instructions If you have installed the Miaslair Hair pack or one of the newmiller jewelry mods, remove them before installing this. If you have SexSlaves or LoveSlaves installed, completely remove it before installing this. Be sure you check your Data\scripts folder for loose files that were not removed by your mod manager. If you leave them, they will be used instead of those in the BSA and things will not work right. These files start with Mia, SexSl, TIF_Mia, TIF_Sex, as well as some in QF_ and SF_. If you find any of these after uninstalling and you need a complete list, unpack the BSA so see what files are there. Also, you should have no assets in Data\meshes\actors\character\facegendata\facegeom\miaslair.esp or \Data\textures\actors\character\facegendata\facetint\miaslair.esp folders. If you leave them there, they will override all my carefully crafted new ones that are in the BSA. If you have ever had Sex Slaves or Love Slaves installed in any save you want to use for this release, you MUST start a new game. You cannot overwrite existing versions. Install using NMM or your mod manager of choice. Install all of the following: All the requirements above. MiasLair8_x_BuildxxBSA_FG.7z When installing, if you have KS-Hairdos installed, click "No to Mod" when asked if you want to overwrite KS-Hairdos. Recommended to get best experience - Lifelike Idle Animations by HHaleyy for SE, SalaciousIdles SE. and Victoria's High Heel Walk by XP32. This last one should be used instead of FNIS Sexy Moves because it has zero script where sexy moves had lots. If you install Salacious, note that it changes ALL idles. I think it's kind of funny seeing Sapphire standing there rubbing her pussy. Several of the idles suck (the book reading ones notably). Just delete the offending files in ...Steam\steamapps\common\Skyrim Special Edition\Data\meshes\actors\character\animations\female Make sure you run FNIS for users after installing this. You are also going to need a skeleton like XP32 Maximum Skeleton Extended - XPMSE, a nude male body mesh like Better Males, or SOS Light and Tempered Skins part 1 and part 2. If you choose to install a regular piercings file like Piercings for CBBE SSE, or Piercings for UNP SSE, you can make the jewelry yourself. There is also a body slide option for custom bodies.  

Lovers Plunder View File Plunder is an adult mod mixing sexual life and followers. It is also called "Blunder", alias Plunder for Oblivion. It's a kind of complete mod for gamers wanting a sexual canvas behind the game world. If you were looking for mere sex opportunities for your character, you may have found what you seek. If you want an Oblivion game with full adult content support, then you have it. --- Important --- Blunder must be downloaded from loverslab.com and from nowhere else, because: > it contains dirty small talks > some dialogues (Pirvov's, Mysti's) contains racism, cruelty and perversion > many situations involve violent sex > it is dependent of Lovers With PK: Blunder's a Lovers mod Uninstalling Plunder will not undo things made with it. > actors can be heavily altered, even killed outside your decision > to uninstall, just track down anything named "plunder" in your data dir and delete it Plunder 0.6 is not Work-in-progress, neither Alpha, but Beta (until version 1.0): > Plunder's fully playable and robust > your suggestions are welcome, especially when you detect a "lost case" or a bug or a compatibility problem > my english is horrid, but I promise to make efforts --- General Direction --- Plunder gives to your game world sexual activites between NPCs. It also manages the resulting sexual acts and all the moves prior to sex. Therefore, you'll hear a woman rejecting the advance of a courtisan, or welcoming him. You'll see people returning to home to have sex. You'll see a shamelessly masturbator fapping before a couple making love (with good chances to interrupt them). You'll see a bandit forcing one of his female mate to sex. The sex life brought by Plunder is thick, with quantity of data: privacy, decency, responsibility, shyness. And logically, this is what you want when you download Plunder. But a gamer will want an interface to this sexual life, usable by followers, with all constraints (and there are many). Therefore, Plunder brings you a followers system and a faction firmly tied to this sexual life. You can ignore some parts in Plunder, it's fine and the mod will adapt. Mainly, you can only use the sex life, but not the faction, neither the follower system. I'd be a good idea to check the ini file of Plunder, located at Data/Ini/, to start adjusting things as you want them. Some options are accessible by the lever beside the "Plunder Chest" at Sinkhole (see below). --- What requires Plunder? --- OBSE 2.1 is required first. If you use Blockhead, Plunder will be able to identify children and elders against their Age Face Gen, beyond its normal scrutinity. If you want to review your travel log after game, showing everything happening around you, install ConScribe, which is also a plugin for OBSE. Plunder requires then Lovers w/ PK 1.41. You'd better download LAPF 1.62, which contains everything you want. > You should add Lovers Creatures > You need MB2 animation files if you want to see masturbation. MB2's esp is not required > stage times for masturbation are the ones you set in Lovers for normal sex progression > without MB2 esp, Plunder gives you no way to masturbate For load order, place Plunder.esp among the Lovers family, not before Lovers with PK.esp. > do not include Plunder.esp in Wrye's bashed patch if you use the tweak: all armors/clothing playable Better Cities - Imperial City Island is incompatible because it modifies Sinkhole Cave. > same for mods moving the location of Sinkhole Cave (or editing the terrain around), like Unique Landscapes - Imperial Isle. You need Lovers Slave Trader, if you want to use LST slaves along Plunder's. Otherwise, it's optional. > I recommend installing the complete Bravil Underground About conflicts, use your brain: if you install mods doing the same things, you're on your own. From the moment sex starts, Plunder excludes from Sex AI people doing sex. > this guarantees a certain compatibility with many Lovers mods > Plunder is forbidden to interfere in sexual acts it has not started itself > however, Plunder will (by default) use these sexual acts to update: love/rape story, fatigue after sex A following system mod (allowing you to hire people) is compatible, if really you want to keep it. You should try Plunder's first. > if you keep your follower system, then never use Plunder's > anyone following you is recognized by Plunder in any case (your followers won't go courting, for example) For a companion mod (NPCs designed to follow you): > do not hire these companions, do not convert them, never > use their own system to command them, Plunder will recognize them as mere follower Plunder manages after-sex fatigue, depending of the sexual act performed, Glow should be in conflict. Any affective system making people moving around is completely incompatible. When you don't know: test. Plunder has low compatibility on these levels: - any neutralized NPC by Plunder can be enslaved by the LST Enslave spell (and non-persistent actors are okay, see below) - any duplicated NPC by Plunder registers as destructible on death, entirely managed by Plunder - any duplicated NPC by Plunder receives their former body from SetBody (SetBody Reloaded Blockhead Edition 1.46a) - if you use Tamago Club, then Plunder will ask to it the fertility status of a woman and her ovulation peak - if you use Hiyoko Club, then Plunder should recognize one of your children (this depends, however, of their Age Face Gen) > if you need a mod to use kids with Plunder: see this post --- Features: on the player's side --- The Dispose Spell: - you choose to have a lesser power or a spell at start - this spell works on NPCs, mainly, and on nothing at all (empty space) - the first case gives you the Dispose Menu, to hire someone for example - the second case gives you the Order Menu, to command your team or call people - you can hire nearly anybody against gold > essential NPCs are special, Plunder tries to protect vanilla's until their quests are over - once hired, a NPC can receive orders, becoming a member of the Plunder Faction Small Talks: - apart a few exceptions, we don't talk in Plunder, instead we use message boxes and buttons to answer - it gives a Morrowind touch to Oblivion Combat: - you can try to neutralize any NPC with your fists - do not think the neutralization in combat is quick-and-go > pieces of equipment must be pulled out, it's violent > sometimes, you cannot hope to neutralize your opponent, who's too strong > you need a good score in Hand to Hand and in Strength, against the same skill/attribute of your opponent - you can be neutralized by someone using fists against you and wanting to rape you - if you play a woman, creatures will also try to neutralize you if they have the "bad idea" > you need Lovers Creatures, otherwise they won't attempt anything beside normal attacks - playing a woman pushes you to be cunning and alert on potential threats, giving a new touch to the game style - you can also attempt another style of neutralization against a non hostile NPC: > you must no be in combat and the target must not be hostile toward you > sneak, being detected has no importance, and strike with your fist > follow the instructions on the screen and don't let your target escape > you need a good Agility and a good Strength against the same attributes of your victim - before a neutralized target (by you or anyone else), get close to know what to do > you can convert (as Plunderers) or enslave (as slaves) neutralized enemies > if you convert quest characters (especially vanilla's) you may have to kill them after to advance the quest Sexual Life: - like anyone else in the game world, you have two indices: Excitment (which is social) and Sex Need - to obtain excitation: kill things, neutralize people, complete quests, discover a new location, hear an orgasm... - once obtained, a part of your excitation can transform itself into sex need - with a high excitation and a high sex need, you are a good lover at bed (ie: producing "good love" in your relation) - each day, your excitment cools off or restores itself a bit, your remaining sex need (depending whether you had sex) too - you can try to seduce someone with the Dispose spell > the resulting small talk is driven by the decency of your speaker, and you adapt to this decency in your answers > excepted the last one, marked [quit], which will certainly destroy your relation (you may have reasons to do that) - in high privacy area (like in town in daylight), your partner will lead you to "a quieter place", ie: their private bed > and sometimes, it's locked > your partner will try to give you the key, if one is available (you may have to do a break-in for complex situations) > or you can ask your lover to accompany you, looking for a quieter place when there's none - you can have as many partners you want, but, when you give pleasure, your other lovers deteriorate a bit their love to you - don't be surprised the first time you have sex with your partner, your armor is removed > you will reequip automatically by leaving the area or by being attacked, until then you remain as you are > your clothes are not concerned - with your Dispose spell, you can set the sexual orientation of anybody, including Essential characters Your Team: - you can order your team to assault the area with up to three assault groups > the attack is looking professional, but beware of traps > you are not supposed to assault towns with your team... be careful, especially with Plunderers - you can order up to 9 followers to plunder the area > do not worry about encumberance, surplus go to the Plunder Chest (see below) - you have other orders to follow, hold the position, etc. > "follow, engage" means: engage at will => attack on sight (dangerous in civilian areas) > just say "follow regroup" to keep things as normal - you can call for reinforcements or order the retreat > reinforcements appear at the entry you took if you are deep in a dungeon - these orders can be immediate or delayed, globally Plunder's followers aren't robots reacting at the same time - I advise you to practice your leaderhip around Sinkhole before going into real situations - any team mate doing a kill will progress by gaining health abilities and, if they are capable, a heal spell > Plunderers have the best progression, their second kill bring them a bonus in hand to hand > Companions are good, too, just remember people have to be in your team to progress > you surely will organize hunts (mudcrabs, deers... just say Assault!) to prepare your new recruits for real action Your Faction: - you cannot access the inventory of the Levy, you must upgrade/promote/demote your follower to another rank > and sometimes, you cannot: try to rise the disposition of your follower above 70 (by default) to promote them Companion - your members can live at Sinkhole (slaves cannot live elsewhere) > Sinkhole is north of the Imperial City, on the city island, the sole cave in this part > you can deactivate the respawning bandits at Sinkhole by using the lever beside the Plunder Chest - each member has a day life and, when you return there, people are busy > this life at Sinkhole was designed accordingly to the mod's name, it's a harsh/uncivilized life > mostly, your faction may look like a ring of bandits or a camp of shamelessly folks - you'll find a large stone chest there, it's the "Plunder Chest" > fill it with usable loot and cast Dispose on it: your team will reequip with the content > you can leave food inside, books, potions, tools, bows and weapon, anything usefull for your members in their day life > this is indeed where they search things - on the right side of the Plunder Chest, you have a lever > activate it to change your sexual preferences, some settings or reset certain data in Plunder - other things at Sinkhole date from the previous versions of Plunder: > some traders > a quest "Sinkhole Installation", which terminates once you negotiate slaves prices with Mysti > if you want to play "real" (with the original quest), say you want to "go to Sinkhole later" at start, then go to it > all these old things are discontinued but fully usable; you might find a use of these traders anyway - by searching the place a bit, you'll meet "Mysti", who can sell you furniture and infrastructure > you have to reach "mercantile trust" as she says, ie: grow the barter gold of each trader to 3000 > she will agree to remove the annoying trap in the cave, if you have gold --- Features: NPCs' side --- Combat: - with default settings, women have not the reflex to have the "bad idea" to willing to rape an opponent in combat > unless they feel simultaneously Hate and Like to the targeted sex, like any NPC having "amazon" in their name > in intense combat, a woman can override this limitation and rape a man being just neutralized > any woman is perfectly able to rape a neutralized man, if she thinks the idea interesting - when a combattant has the "bad idea", they remove their weapon and attempt a neutralization, exactly as you do it yourself - the more a combattant has sex need, the more they will think about the "bad idea" (which can be a bad idea, indeed, against powerful opponents) - any NPC seeing, with their eyes, a neutralized target on the ground will go to them > their reaction depends, sometimes they walk away > your faction members always go, even without seeing them - on some occasion, you'll witness a crazed creature (even deers!) attacking people (or you) > they received Excitation and transformed it successfully in sex need, turning them crazy > only creatures natively hostile to you are concerned, not your horse Sexual Life: - I think I told you nearly everything in the General Direction section: people are moving to have sex - Essential NPCs from Oblivion and Knights of the Nine are restricted in their Sex AI (you can add more mods if you want) > they cannot decide sex, so they cannot go away for this reason > you always can stop someone (essential or not) on the move by chosing "Hey, come back!" with the Dispose spell - Plunder randomizes the Lovers' voice of women - Plunder also randomizes (a bit) the Personality attribute to avoid seeing the same numbers for everyone - when you complete a quest or discover a location, the gain of excitation propagates to nearby NPCs (and creatures) - children are ignored, either for deciding sex or to be a target for sex - any actor sneaking (you included) avoids deciding sex or be a target for sex - NPCs try to "marry" when you meet them, Plunder searches where they sleep and with who, mainly > and for those who have no love story at all, they try, each day, to find a bit of happyness with someone - nobility folks (counts and countesses) are married when Plunder initializes > you can add other couples in the file Data/Ini/PlunderMarry.ini (use the lever beside the Plunder Chest to apply) - Plunder keeps tracks of any love story between two people, even between bandits > to not pollute your cosave, obsolete stories are destroyed when you reload your game - NPCs are happy with a single lover normally, it depends on their Responsibility > the more you play, the more people "taste" others and build their lover preference - any guard is an ambulant love-killer and people try to remain correct when they see one (and sometimes, they don't see them) - rapists exist in the world and can perform sexual aggression against weak victims - you may see people naked, because of any reason related their sexual life, and normally: > they will find clothes automatically (they always prefer clothes to armor) > if you want to help them, drop shoes, pants, shirt (what they lack) around you > if they don't want what you drop, that certainly means they are "unarmored", like you are before loving sex - a NPC feeling desire for you (and searching for love) will certainly approach you to tell you sweet words > accordingly to their decency, the "sweet words" will be more or less rude or precious > you can shorten this approach while in the real dialogue, it damages disposition, without any other consequence > the real dialogue is there to allow you to see the face of your courtisan, since the small talk will be displayed after > beware if you choose the rude answer in the small talk and if your speaker is feeling love-at-first-sight it may happen that: > prude ones can become erotomanic stalker, constructing a real love story - you'd better ignore them for a long while > social ones are the worst, spreading gossips on your back, inflicting faction damage > lusty ones usually turn mad > you have no way to detect a love-at-first sight, so be careful - a partner may request more sex after sex, that means they felt at the same time the pleasure of sex and the pleasure of love > this is also true for your partners - on the contrary, a NPC may refuse sex to another (you included) > for you, there's two types of refusal: normal and critical > normal refusal is soft (you read no hostility): you can ask again with no risk > critical refusal sounds like your relation is over, I wouldn't set your hopes up - since there's no porn in Oblivion, masturbators bother couples by fapping before them - any victim of a rape will trigger a reaction to it once they recover their mind > this reaction depends, you may see anything --- Emergency Kit: --- Either click on the target or type "player." before the command (for example: player.additem xx725D1 50). "xx" refers to the load order number of Plunder.esp in hexadecimal. 1. You want to remove a neutralization with the console: removeitem xx065203 1 setunconscious 0 2. You want to add 20 Excitment or Sex Need: additem xx725D1 20 or additem xx725D2 20 3. You want to break/fix a masturbation: removeitem xx0658F3 100 and if doesn't work: setunconscious 0 4. You want to alter the decency of someone by 20: additem xx08E88B 20 or removeitem xx08E88B 20 --- Last words: --- On a general advice, do not hire your lovers. Subordination kills desire. Plunder does not allow essential members/followers. You can bypass it with the console: > open the console and click on the companion > type: SetRefEssential 1 If they are from Oblivion or Knights of the Nine, they'll gain the Sex AI restriction, as explained above. If you have Bravil Undergound, it would be a good idea to leave some slaves (LST or not) in town to avoid bad surprises. You can enslave a neutralized target with the LST spell, if you want. If applicable, the NPC will be duplicated. Or, you can "export" a Plunder slave to LST. See page 2 of the Dispose Menu, the option "I'll find you an owner". > the export is direct, and the slave is ready to train If your character bears the Lovers' flag slave, you may receive message from Plunder warning you someone wants to "use" you. Because Plunder recognized your character as sex slave. When seducing someone, open the console: you have the details of the desire of your character, it may help you. When trying to neutralize an opponent, open the console: your hits are displayed with their efficiency, if this efficiency is above 0%. To have a Favorite, you must have a relation with love above their Personality / 2. If this is the case, you have the option in the Dispose Menu, page 2. It results in a free new member: your favorite. Favorites can live at Sinkhole, with a special day life. They are also immune to jealousy. If you encounter CTD while converting a neutralized target: > it would be a good idea to quicksave before a conversion > in the current state of Plunder, this CTD is not frequent and it is advised to kill the target causing the CTD > sometimes, raping the target before converting them resolve the situation If you encounter CTD while sex is starting/running/ending: > give it another try, if it persists, warn me on the forum If you encounter CTD in another situation... > first, be sure to have the last version of Plunder > next, like above, try again, if it persists warn me on the forum Thank you and enjoy the day with Plunder. Submitter Speele Submitted 04/12/2019 Category Misc Sex Requires Lovers with PK and OBSE 21  

okay i was like really bored, so whatever, enjoy.

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:

Hey, it’s Destana again. Last time I continued my work with the Companions, and I became a werewolf and merc'ed some Silver Hand dudes. Big picture, it’s day 7 of 30(ish) and I’m not as far down my list as I wanted, but I’m having fun solving the Companions’ problems. I came back after my first night as a werewolf, and fought two dragons in the city before I crashed (after fighting several in the wild, and some new kinds I haven’t seen before). The next day, I asked Aela if she knew where the Silver Hand was hiding out, and she gave me the location of a tower, where one of their small cells was holed up. I went there and pretty much rampaged through it as a werewolf, and found a naked wench. I shifted back into human form and took the hood off her head, then gave her a set of Tavern Clothes I’d been saving because I knew there were wenches out here somewhere. Then took her back to Whiterun. Aela told me about a bandit fort where the Silver Hand had been seen recently, and when I went there it was swarming with bandits, so I steamrolled them as a werewolf, and came upon some plans the Silver Hand left (I presume they were kicked out by these bandits). I delivered the papers to Aela. When I got home later that day, I happened by Kodlak’s room. “Please, join me, young one. Sit down,” he requested. “What’s on your mind?” I asked. “Of course, Skjor filled me in. I hear you were sent here to help us. Instead, you’ve taken our curse upon yourself.” “Not everybody sees it as a curse,” he said. “Yes, Skjor didn’t. I also wanted to say that your heart is filled with revenge, I know. This campaign of wiping out the Silver Hand reeks of Hircine’s hunt.” “So I like hunting.” “But you’ve taken more life than honor demanded,” Kodlak continued, “The cycle of retaliation will continue until everyone is dead. Just, think on it. Either way, I have a task I need doing.” “What do you need?” I asked. “The Companions are nearly five thousand years old. How we came to be werewolves – one of my predecessors made a pact with Glenmoril witches. He was deceived. The power of Hircine seeps into not only the body, but the soul. Upon death, even righteous Nords are claimed by Hircine for his hunting grounds. This is a paradise for many, but I wish to retire to Sovngarde.” “So, is there a cure?” I asked. “That’s what I spent my twilight years trying to figure out. And I’ve found – only the witches magic can release us. We can extract it by force. Go to their coven, strike them down. Bring me their heads. You will have no shield-brother this time. But the spirit of Ysgramor goes with you.” I got up, “Consider it done, old man.” When I got there, several Glenmoril werewolves, a troll, and a couple witches were waiting for me. Seems the Companions are not the only ones who were taken in by promises of power. When I saw this, I gave the WW’s an Unrelenting Force and ran into the brush. When they gave chase, it was enough distance so the casters were obstructed, and enough so I could transform as they closed the distance. Instead of immediately merc’ing the wolves I actually had to dodge and use strategy. They approached my own level of strength. I slashed the troll up without much trouble – he was a regular troll. Probably an intern learning to be an armored troll or something. The witches had been trying to hit me with magic, but I was quick, leapt from the brush and launched the first one. When I got to the second one, she casted something funny which didn’t seem to have any effect. But seconds later I popped out of Werewolf form. “Buh? What the hell did you do?” I shouted. I was naked, because of the surprise, and completely surprised and exposed. She was already laying into me with frost spells. “Gods, there’s actually an intelligent foe here…” I said, then I noticed something, and I immediately used it without hesitation. I raised both hands and summoned a cloud of bats that started to drain the witches’ life away and give it to me. Then I reached out my left hand, casting a lightning cloak, and both hands I started a vampire drain. She melted under the triple-DoT pressure. I mentally went through the spells I knew, and curiously, most the spells I gained while a vampire were still available to me. Not the ones I could only use in VL form, and I didn’t have fangs so I couldn’t manually drain people, but I could drain with a spell, I could charm, I could use bat swarm. It seemed being a vampire had left a permanent mark on me. I had none of the passive benefits, but I could tell that if I ever went back, that power was stored in my blood (or soul?) and I could pick up where I left off. I waited a minute and then transformed back – feasting on both the witches (I’d already gotten the wolves and troll). I rushed inside. “Oh gods! One of the beasts returns!” A witch screamed as I pounced on her. None of the rest of the witches were prepared or clever as that first one, and I took their heads without incident. Well, except I couldn’t find the path to the last one, and my damned map was hidden in my extradimensional equipment space, so I had to wait and shift out and kill the last one the old-fashioned way – stealth archer. I traveled back to Whiterun in the air (it wasn’t too far, didn’t need to teleport), touching down in Dragonsreach. I set down next to a group of guards at a shift change. One of the guards accosted me. Ah geez, I thought. What did I do this time? “Dragonborn! We all owe our lives to you. You killed Alduin. I know a lot of the common folk don’t appreciate you, but I do. Thanks.” “Aww… I appreciate that,” I said. I felt like I was tearing up. “You shouldn’t have come here!” Another guard shouted. I was immediately confused. “Get the beast!” A man shouted, and the guards drew their blades. Three Silver Hand members were on the opposite side of the bridge, with the guards between us and they were laying into them. With just a couple strokes, one of the guards fell. Wow! These dudes were not playing around anymore! They sent their most elite fighters. And they were armed to the teeth with magic weapons! “You after me!?” I drew my weapons, “I’m one of the Circle!” “Out of our way guards!” One of the elites shouted. I leapt into the moat and swam to shore, diverting the Silver Hand to me. When two of them reached me, I turned and shouted, “FUS – RO – DAH!” And sent them in their heavy armor into the water. But there were three more in my face now. The guards were supporting, and I had the SH’s attention on me. The three surrounded me, to which I responded, “TIID!” I backed out of the reach of their snail-slow attacks and got behind one. I gave him a few slashes on the back, then touched the Nerevarine’s Bow, went invisible, and sliced his throat. The three in the water were climbing out now. “Mom!” Runa shouted as she came from behind, then she shouted, “KRII!” Marking one of them for death as she approached. She beheaded him. “What the hell’s going on here?” I asked, dodging and parrying attacks from the now seven Silver Hand attacking me. “They attacked Jorrvaskr!” She shouted back. “YOL – TOOR!” I caught the group on fire, which also staggered them and bought me a few seconds. My style of combat is not the best when dealing with huge groups. But you know what is? Well, WW would be, but I was in town. But you know what else is? I casted Bats, Lightning Cloak, and queued up Elemental Bolts. I gave them an Unrelenting Force to toss a good portion of them backward. Runa got clipped but held onto the wall. She responded with her own “FUS!” Concussing them. Then I casted my Flight spell. “You awoke a sleeping dragon this time!” I shouted, rising off the ground and out of their reach. “No fair!” One of them said, bats slashing at his face. “You know what’s really not fair?” I chugged a Mana Regen potion and blasted the whole group, double-handed with electric-explosions until they were a charred group of corpses. I looked over to the bridge. “Dammit!” All the guards involved had already been killed by the Silver Hand. I looked over to Jorrvaskr, and it seemed Aela and Farkas were mopping up the last of them over there. As I touched down, Runa said, “Damn, they only sent a couple after each of the other members of the Circle (and me), and a small group to waylay the other new bloods. I think they knew who they were dealing with when they sent eight (total) after you.” “And they still… fucking…. failed,” I said angrily, “Godsdammit. Those were good guards. Go to Sovngarde, my friends.” Runa patted me on the back, and we started to walk toward Jorrvaskr. I sighed, “I should really see if Colette at the College knows how to resurrect people who’ve died recently. Or knows of somebody who can do that.” Torvar, one of the new bloods who’d joined since I did, called to me, “These bastards had the nerve to attack Jorrvaskr.” We walked past Farkas and Aela, who were still watching the door with weapons drawn. “Where the hell have you been?” Vilkas said as I entered. “Kodlak sent me on a mission,” I said. “I hope it was important, because you weren’t here to help defend him. We fought them off, but one of them slipped past us and got to the old man. Kodlak’s dead.” “Bastards!” I shouted, “They get anybody else?” “Only cuts and scrapes here.” “They sent the most Elite members after me, I guess. The guards paid the price,” I growled, “I really wanna end these assholes. Even more than the Dawnguard.” “Also, they took our fragments of Wuuthrad.” I walked over to Vilkas. “You and I are gonna get them back,” he said. Aela walked through the open door, “After quite some digging and work, I know where their main camp is.” “Show me. There will be none left to tell their stories. Only songs of Jorrvaskr will be sung. For Kodlak!” Vilkas said. “Now you’re talking!” “They will know terror before the end!” Vilkas shouted. That trip, was kind of a blur. Vilkas, Runa and I traveled to their camp, and I transformed and ran ahead in a bloody rage, ripping apart everything before me. The others gave me a wide berth, killing everyone who tried to run. When we were done, I handed the fragments to Vilkas, but he told me to carry them. In the heat of my werewolf lust, I returned to my human form. I looked at Vilkas. “Godsdamnit, if I weren’t so grieved, I’d jump you right now,” I growled. “Mom!” Runa shouted. “Uh… umm….” Vilkas looked at me awkwardly. I pulled him to me and kissed him passionately. I’d flirted with him a little before, and he always got tongue-tied. “Maybe that’ll loosen your tongue. I think I’m going to have to take a raincheck on anything else though. I’m more mad than anything,” I said. A somewhat confused Vilkas and I returned to Whiterun with Runa trailing behind. It was night, and we walked up to the Skyforge. In our absence, the others set up a pyre for Kodlak. “For our comrades…” Aela started. “We shout!” The circle said. I tried to keep up, but I’ve not been to a lot of Nord funerals. “For ourselves…” “We take our leave.” “Kodlak’s spirit departs to Sovngarde,” Aela said as she lit the pyre. After a few moments of burning, the circle withdrew to the Underforge. Eorlund Graymane the blacksmith approached me before I could leave, “Give me the fragments. I’m going to mount them. Also… could you do me a favor? Go to Kodlak’s room. There was a small piece he kept locked away, and I don’t feel right rummaging through his things.” Runa told me she was going to go check on the brotherhood, and I told her I’d check on her later. I ran to Kodlak’s room. I saw Njada on the way. “I saw you fighting so many of those bastards,” she said, “I still don’t like you, but I respect your prowess.” “Thanks.” I grabbed the fragment, and Eorlund was waiting in the main hall. Then I went to the Underforge, and the others were already talking. “But he’s not going to Sovngarde…” Vilkas said, “He was cursed, just like us.” “He’s claimed by Hircine. Stop speaking of it like it’s a curse. I’m fine with where I’m going,” Aela said. “That’s fine for you. But the old man wanted to be clean,” Vilkas said back, “He wanted to meet Ysgramor and know the glories of Sovngarde. But that is out of his reach. Taken from him.” “You avenged him,” Aela said. “Kodlak did not care for vengeance,” Farkas said. “No, Farkas, he didn’t. But that’s not what this is about,” Aela replied. “We should be honoring his wishes, no matter our thoughts on the blood,” Vilkas said. “You’re right,” Aela said, “You’re right. It’s what he wanted. And he deserved to have it.” “Yeah, and then we could visit him sometime,” I said. They all looked at me like I was insane. We talked for a while before we came to anything useful. Vilkas said, “The old man used to speak of a way to cleanse the soul, even in death. You know the legends of the Tomb of Ysgramor.” “The souls of the past Harbingers heed the call of northern steel,” Aela said, “But we can’t even enter the tomb without Wuuthrad, and it’s in pieces.” The door slid open. “Who goes~” “It was in pieces,” Eorlund raised the axe above his head. “Godsdammit, old man, how long did you wait for that dramatic reveal?” I asked. “I just finished it,” he said. “How is that possible?” Aela asked. “Just because something is doesn’t mean it must be. The elves used to rule Skyrim. The gods walked on Nirn in ancient times. It’s easy for the best smith in Skyrim,” Eorlund replied, “In this age where we learn dragons were not myth, Wuuthrad returns to us. The blade is a weapon, a tool. Tools can be fixed. I think as the one who gathered the last few fragments, you should be the one to bear Wuuthrad into battle.” He handed it to me, and I cocked an eyebrow, “Have you looked at me?” “A little too much, maybe,” Eorlund chuckled. “No, I mean, I don’t use heavy weapons. Farkas, here,” I said, handing it to him. “So, we enter the tomb, and find out if there is any truth to this?” Aela asked. “For Kodlak!” Vilkas shouted. “For Kodlak!” Farkas shouted. We walked out on foot and were there as the sun rose. We stood before the statue of Ysgramor in the entryway and I said, “It’s fairly accurate.” Farkas put the axe in the statue’s hands and a rock wall slid away, revealing a passage. “I’ll keep guard here, incase there are any more Silver Hand,” Vilkas said. “You’re not coming?” I asked. “I don’t regret the vengeance we took on the Silver Hand. But I don’t feel right going down there. You three will have to prove yourselves worthy to the finest warriors of Skyrim’s history. Keep your wits,” he said. “Like any other time?” I joked. “I imagine we’re expected,” he said back in a grave tone. Aela, Farkas and I ventured further in. We fought through ghosts of the companions, who matched our numbers and faded away when they saw us as worthy. There were a couple spiders in there, and a random witch who claimed to be a ghost, but there were surprisingly not a single draugr. I suppose keeping a ghostly honor guard will prevent any meddling with the corpses, or weird curses. Wait… how are draugr made if there aren’t necromancers? It is possible that over millenia all of them have been given life and eventually their necro masters die and they return to their tombs, or perhaps there’s a deeper secret in Skyrim that makes all dead eventually become undead. Question for another time. We reached the final room and didn’t find a final challenge. Kodlak’s ghost was standing there, warming his hands at a stone brazier. “Is… that you?” Aela asked. “Of course. My fellow harbingers and I have been warming ourselves here. Trying to evade Hircine.” “I don’t… see anybody else,” I said. “You see only me because your heart knows only me as Harbinger,” he replied. “Askar,” Aela pointed, “That’s all I know.” “Yes, the man who proceeded me found me in Hammerfell and brought me back to Skyrim. I’m sure old Vidnar would see half a dozen of my predecessors. I see them all. The ones in Sovngarde. The ones already trapped in Hircine’s Hunting Grounds. And they all see all of you. You’ve brought honor to the Companions. We won’t soon forget it.” “Vilkas said you can be cured,” Farkas said. “Did he now? You still have the witches’ heads?” Kodlak smiled, “Throw one into the fire. It will release the magic, for me at least.” I did it, and a red spirit wolf was born from the ashes. It attacked, and we killed it. “Thank you,” Kodlak said, “That was the spirit of the beast within me. The other Harbingers already trapped remain there. Perhaps from Sovngarde, the heroes of old can join me in their rescue. The Harrowing of the Hunting Grounds. Now that will be a tale!” I had my quest log out and was penciling in that title to follow up on at a later date. “Perhaps someday you lot can join us in that battle,” Kodlak grinned, “But for today, celebrate. Return to Jorrvaskr. Destana – lead the companions to further glory.” His spirit faded and I turned to the others, “So…” I pulled two smaller bags out of my bag, then uncovered one of them a little. “Is that…?” “Yes, they’re witches heads.” “I don’t want that,” Aela said, “Gross.” “No, no. Take it. Even if you don’t use it today, keep it. My gift to you.” Aela and Farkas reluctantly put the sacked heads in their own packs. “Did I hear that right?” Aela asked, “Did he just say you were to be the next Harbinger?” “Yeah. But I mean, I understand if one of you wants to take it. I’ve been in the Companions literally a week,” I replied. “No, no. You deserve it. You are the strongest among us,” Aela replied. “Yeah, maybe,” I said. Farkas folded his arms, “I’d say Skjor, if he weren’t also dead.” “Speaking of which,” I said, pulling another head out of my pack. “Shor’s bones! How many severed heads do you have in there?” Farkas exclaimed. “More than I’m comfortable with admitting,” I said, “It’s bigger on the inside. I’ve had this thing since I came to Skyrim, about ten years ago. It’s served me well. I don't know why more people don't carry them. This one... could do with a cleaning.” Then I pondered. If you call a dragon, they will be asked to come… I wonder if it works with ghosts… ‘I know how to summon heroes from Sovngarde, maybe this will work too. It is said spirits can be in multiple places at once…’ I thought. “This is gonna be a little out of left field. Also, my Dov is not the best,” I said. “ZEY – MAH – ZIN! SKJOR!” I shouted. That is Companion - Skjor. It might have been because we were in Asgramor’s tomb, but spirit coalesced, and responded, “Yes?” “Thank Ysgramor. How you holding up? Would you rather be in Sovngarde or the Hunting Grounds?” I asked. “You can do this?” He asked. “We did it for Kodlak,” I said. “Sovngarde. Gotta do it,” he responded. I tossed a head in the fire, and we killed a white winter wolf spirit. “Damn, guys. I did not wake up today expecting anything like this,” Skjor said, “Thank you.” He faded away. Farkas said, “Well, I will take this head, and head back to Jorrvaskr. Coming?” “I think I’m going to commune for a while,” Aela said, then she smiled at me. I smirked. When Farkas had left, she picked me up in her beefy arms, “Hey, I know I’m not very good at this. I’m not a people person. You’re a good friend, and that’s hard to find. No reason to complicate this.” “My thoughts exactly,” I replied. “You did a hell of a job on the Companions,” she said as she started to touch me, “In a week you became Harbinger, helped finish off our biggest foe, gave us the means to cure our ‘curse’ as the men say. But I think with my head, not with my heart. It’s a numerical advantage that I’m keeping for now. Also – in a week you stole all of our hearts, I think.” “Maybe not everybody. But I do plan on making nice with everyone when we get back. Might even host a Thieves’ Guild-style orgy for everyone.” “Yeah, I heard a little bit about that. Word gets around about you,” Aela said. “Who told you?” I asked. “An old traveling buddy. Mjoll. She lives in Riften now, right?” “Yeah! I remember her,” I said. And with that, we got to it. Making love in the Companions’ sacred hall. It was only about five minutes before I remembered the old Harbingers were probably watching us. Probably enjoying it too, the old bastards. A good few of the ghosts we fought were women too, and I have to imagine being honor guard for eternity leads to some fun times. Aela stayed for a while and I walked out the back way, entering through the front door to retrieve the axe. Farkas and Vilkas were still standing there, talking. I stealthed my way to them. “I tell you, she’s into me more!” Farkas said, “She practically ripped my clothes off the last time we did a dungeon crawl together.” “Yeah well, she said she wanted to fuck me. And kissed me. On the lips!” Vilkas responded. “Big deal. She got on top of me and fucked me on the dais with Wuuthrad’s fragment. And sucked my dick as a werewolf,” Farkas said. “That’s… kinda gross actually,” Vilkas said. “Eh, I’m a thinking creature. Probably not much different than a Khajiit or an Argonian. “Hmm… never thought about it that way,” Vilkas said, “Do they have ‘normal’ dicks?” “Boo!” I jabbed Farkas in the rib. “Fuck!” Farkas shouted, and I chuckled. Vilkas chuckled, then Farkas chuckled. “How long were you listening, Harbinger?” Farkas smirked. “Harb~?” Vilkas asked, “I should’ve known you’d steal it away from us.” “Steal? Kodlak was pretty appreciative after we cured his werewolfism,” I said, “Speaking of which, here.” I handed him a sack with a witch’s head in it. “Ugh,” Vilkas took it and put it in his bag. I’m guessing Farkas told him everything. I guess brothers do share. “Hey,” Farkas said, “So which one of us are you interested in, anyway?” “In what capacity?” I asked. “Like…” Vilkas started, being awkward again. “Like sex? Or a relationship?” I asked. “Both? Either?” Farkas asked. “Well, can’t it be both?” I asked. “I just said both,” Farkas said. “No, I mean both of you. Maybe at the same time,” I said, then I looked at Vilkas, “Maybe not.” “Gods, all due respect Harbinger, do you act like that with everyone?” Farkas asked. “Aela seemed to like my attention. Though, she’s more of a giver, I guess,” I said. “Aela too?” Vilkas asked, “What about Skjor? Kodlak? The new bloods?” “No, none of those. Strictly professional. Though I did have a weird experience with Ria and a bear…” I cut myself off, not wanting to go into it, “Look, I’m not interested in a relationship. Further than a good friendship. I just would take benefits too, while I’m here.” “I…” Farkas said, “I think we can accommodate you.” “What are you saying, brother?” Vilkas whispered strongly. “Gods, has it been that long for you?” Farkas whispered back. “That’s not the point!” Vilkas whispered angrily. They went back and forth for a while until Vilkas said, “Okay. Meet me in my room later, if you want. I’m not going to do anything here.” Farkas and I were standing there when he left. “Well?” He asked, “Aren’t you gonna grab the axe? Looks like there’s a back way (I saw you come back in the front door) so Aela isn’t trapped.” I smirked, and turned to pull the axe out of Ysgramor’s hands. As I did, Farkas grabbed my hips from behind and started kissing my neck, “It’s been crazy around here. I haven’t had a chance for a part two of this. Want me to transform?” I shook my head, “Start out like this. If you feel the need later, go right ahead.” “You, I like,” he said as we started to undress. “I plan on being here for you if you need me,” I said, “Not in Whiterun, mind you. I go all over.” “Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t stick around long. I’ve heard about you. But I’ll love you for it anyway,” he said back, and entered me from behind. A few minutes later Aela walked in. Her eyes went wide and she smiled, “I figured I’d make sure you boys picked up Wuuthrad. And now I am pleasantly surprised.” “Keep… *ah* it casual *ah* right?” I asked. She smiled, and watched. After a few minutes she had her clothes off and was touching herself too. Farkas transformed and finished off in the same position – doggystyle. “Feel better?” I asked. “It’s like relaxing into a warm mug of spiced mead,” Farkas smiled. We all returned to Jorrvaskr tired and elated. I took a nap in Kodlak’s bed – realizing I hadn’t slept in at least a day, then I went over to the common room to find what sounded like another brawl.

It's Destana. Time for me to get back in the saddle. Runa's caught up with her leaving Skyrim and she has more to tell, but that'll have to wait. Last time, Runa and I joined the Companions (as a favor to Ysgramor) and I'm pretending I'm not who I am so they can actually test me and make me a little stronger. It was 4 weeks until the invasion, minus three days and I was making good time so far. Let's see... I just became an official member of the Companions. As I understand it, to advance in the Companions, I needed to do a job or two for them. So that night, after getting molested by Etrienne (I got her name wrong last time) and subsequently killing her and listening to Runa talk for a couple hours about herself, I went into Farkas' room and poked him til he woke up. "What?" He spat. "Got any more jobs for me?" I asked. "Blast it, woman, are you coming on to me again?" "No, no no. For real, are there any more people who need beating up or anything? Preferably somebody who is difficult to beat up this time." "Shor's Bones, I need to sleep. Check on my dresser," he turned over. I picked up a missive. Vulwulf Snow-Shod, a resident of Riften, had been kidnapped by Forsworn. Luckily, the Forsworn are not unified and this will would most likely not effect my planned attempt at peace with them later on. I poked Runa, laying in her bed, "I hope you got some sleep today. Wanna go questing?" She sighed, "Sure. Sounds good." I decided that since it was in the same general area, I would go to the Thalmor Prison and save Thorald Graymane while I was out. The Prison was north of Solitude in the mountains and it took us the rest of the night to get through the difficult terrain. In the morning, we got within sight and both stealthed (Gods, I love Runa's ability to stealth along with me, unlike SOME people). And the Thalmor drew their weapons. "Dang," I whispered. But they started aiming their bows at the sky, and shooting arrows. "A dragon," Runa whispered back, "No, two dragons!" "I have never been so happy for a dragon attack," I smiled. As they ran around the walls and shot arrows at them, we snuck up behind them and stabbed them in their backs. Once we'd taken out most of the Thalmor, we walked in the front door, leaving the rest to keep the dragons busy. Avulstein mentioned the option of peacefully negotiating with the Thalmor for his brother's release. But I had a better idea: complete and utter annihilation of them so they can't bolster the Thalmor invasion in a few weeks. We made our way forward, sniping them as we went (Runa had a hunting bow and was okay with it at this point, still not her primary attack mode). Then when the Thalmor got wise, and alerted their brethren, they came in force. Runa took point with her heavy armor and toughness while I continued to snipe them and Unrelenting Blast them away from overwhelming her. About that time a dragon soul started to flow into me. Alright. The battle continues outside. We eventually eradicated them and let Thorvald out. He grabbed a woodcutter's axe, expecting a fight, but there were no Thalmor left. Not too bad. When we got back outside, I suddenly remembered there were dragons. But all the Thalmor were dead in a heap beside a set of dragon bones. The other dragon attacked us, and a group of reinforcement Thalmor with green elven armor and claws (upgrades!) engaged, but the crossfire and the three of us meant they got dead. Thorvald gave me a message to give to his mother, and that he was going into hiding. Apparently, he'd also heard about the news of an invasion from his jailors. We traveled south to a tower connected to a set of caves in the mountain, which was where Vulwulf was being held. Three Forsworn guards. Two in the tower, one guarding the bridge to the caves. I smiled, ready to test out new and old skills. I took careful aim with my bow, and aimed for the tiny dot on the bridge. Seconds later she was falling from her perch, dead. We snuck up to the tower and found there were locked grates that could only be opened from the inside. I imagined there was some convoluted way of getting to the top, but I knew what I needed to do instead. "Hold here for a minute," I said. Instead of relying on dumb rope arrows, I casted my Flight spell. Thank you Serana. I hovered to the top of the tower, and seeing one milling about at the highest level, I dropped onto her, stabbing her through the neck. Then I walked down the stairs and pulled the chain, opening the way for Runa. The last guard turned stupidly, finding my form invisible via me hot-swapping to my bow, and Runa walked up on her and bisected her. EASY. We walked back up the stairs and found the topmost door to be barred from the other side. We went through the middle door, and found a Hagraven in a cage. She said, "Pretty, pretty flesh... let Melka out!" "Who put you in there?" Runa asked. "Petra. Evil Petra put me here stole my tower. Hate her, chew her bones! Let me out, kind meat. You're a pretty Breton, correct?" "What? Neither of us are Breton," I replied. "Oh, yes. You all look the same," Melka said. "What do we get?" I asked. "Ah, I have a pretty staff. We wring her neck together. Take my prize staff. I just want my tower back," she replied. I pulled the chain. "Mom! She's a Hagraven," Runa said, "Can we trust her?" "Meh, probably not. But haven't had a lot of bad experiences with their kind... yet," I said. She took the lead. In the next room she pulled the middle lever, opening the correct passage and not blasting us with fire, "Press only middle! Clever trick, yes? Nobody ever thinks of middle." We fought our way through a few forsworn, but with Melka blasting with spells and me with arrows it was pretty easy. I got the drop on Petra and backstabbed her. Then I pulled a chain to let Vuwulf out and I looted the place. She tried to offer me her staff. I shrugged, "I don't really need it. We'll be going now." "Thank you, pretty Bre~ humans. I tell my friends not to eat you," Melka said. We let the man go back to Riften and we headed back to Whiterun. It was afternoon when I walked up to Fralia Graymane, "Thorald is safe." "Oh, thank you! Where is he?" "He told me he was going to lie low until after the invasion. He said, suffer the winter's cold wind," I said. "For it bears aloft summer's seeds," Fralia said, back, "That's my boy. Thank you. Here, I was going to give this to Thorald, but you take it." She handed me a sword, and I figured they're rich, so I threw it in my pack. I walked up to Vilkas, "I rescued Vulwulf." "So I hear. You've brought honor to us. You're taking to this like a pro. Destana... that sounds familiar," Vilkas replied. "Uhh... does anybody have anything else for me right now?" I asked. "Skjor said it was time to take the next step," Vilkas said. At that moment, Skjor was walking down the perpendicular hallway and I turned and charged over. "What did you need, Skjor?" I asked. "Both of you, meet me tonight at the Underforge. You've proven your worth. What I have to tell you is not for everyone to hear," Skjor said, "It's at the base of the Skyforge." I pursed my lips as he walked away. "That's ominous," Runa said. Then she yawned. "Alright, alright, we can take a nap. We can even have a mother-daughter cuddle like we did in the old days!" I chuckled. "Weirdo," Runa smiled. "Am I embarrassing you??" I laughed even harder. We took in a meal (me blood, her food) and slept until about 10. When we approached the Underforge, Skjor was waiting. He pressed a rock on the formation and said, "Jorrvaskr is the oldest building in Whiterun. The Skyforge was here long before it was. The Underforge taps an ancient magic that is older than men or elves. That's why Skyforge steel can only be made here." As the door opened, it revealed a dark passageway with a great bowl. "What is this?" I asked. Skjor walked inside, the stone sliding back behind us, "We bring you here to make you stronger, new blood." A werewolf was standing in the corner, eyeing us warily. It cut its wrist, a small stream of blood at the bottom of the bowl. This one had breasts, so by process of elimination I determined it must be... I waved, "Hi Aela." "Wait, you're a werewolf?" Runa asked. "They're... all werewolves." "All who? The companions?" "No, just the circle," I said, "Try to keep up." "Yes, this is Aela. She's agreed to be your forebear," Skjor said, "We do this in secret because Kodlak is too busy trying to throw away this great gift we've been granted. He thinks we've been cursed, but we've been blessed. How can something that gives us this kind of prowess be a curse? So we take matters into our own hands." Runa looked skeptical. Finally, she spoke, "Getting this out of the way, my mom will probably accept. I don't know if she has a thirst for power, or just morbid curiosity.... I swear the only way they convinced her to take her 'destiny' as a dragonborn seriously was the amount of power shouts gave her." "You're the dragonborn?" Aela spoke, and her voice was deep and gravely. "Yeah, well, you caught me, I guess," I said. "I... don't want to be a werewolf," Runa said, "I am not into transforming who I am for power or curiosity." "Nobody's forcing you," Skjor said, "But we're offering you a seat in the circle as well. But you must be of the same blood as us to join. We must be blood brothers and sisters. That is how it has been since Ysgramor, even without Hircene's blessing." "What a beautiful technicality," I said, "My question is - we've been in this organization for like four days, and you're already offering us seats at your council?" "Well, I admit this is complicated. A lot of the rookies have only been with us for a matter of months. Turns out when you have a whole faction of werewolves and the Silver Hand finds out, they tend to kill your people indiscriminately." "So you need some powerful people to help you get rid of them," I said. "Not only that, Kodlak is not long for this world. We don't just need more members; we need more members of the circle. We need more strong members. Also, I knew who you were from the get-go. I was amazed you wanted to join, but I knew you'd be a good fit for the Circle if you were serious." I sighed, "That's exactly what I didn't want when I joined here. Tell me, though, do you know what I am?" "Other than the Dragonborn?" Aela asked. "You're a vampire," Skjor said. "You are perceptive," I smiled. "She is the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, and a very skilled assassin," Skjor continued. Runa nodded, "He's good." "I am many things," I said, "Did Vidnar tell you where I went when I rode that dragon?" "Well, he was pretty drunk, but he told me you rode it to Sovngarde. I figured he was pulling my leg," Skjor replied. "Wanna know who I met?" "Who?" "Ysgramor. He asked me to look in on the organization. I think he thought a poison seeped into the Companions. And I gotta tell you, this is probably what he was talking about," I pointed to the blood in the bowl. "Should I be insulted by this?" Aela asked. "Oh, make no mistake. I'm not the one to take the moral high ground. The girl was very much right - curiosity certainly hasn't killed me yet, but it's come damn close. A pact with Hircine may be a little better than a pact with Molag Bal. Or, you know, that time I married Sanguine and had a child with him. I have no qualms against this, but it doesn't seem like a very 'Companions' thing to do." "You... married...?" Skjor started. But then I continued, "I am going to accept your gift. Just... give me like an hour." "Well... okay," Skjor said as we walked out. Runa shrugged, "Are you sure you want to do this? What happens when vampirism and werewolf~ism clash in your body?" "From what I've read, making me a werewolf will just cure me of vampirism, and vice versa. So I can turn myself back at any time. You almost sounded like you look down on me in there," I said. "No. You do you, mom. It's just not my way of doing things," Runa replied, "I'm going to bed." I nodded. I loaded up 'Teleport Volkihar Castle,' and cast it. I hit the telepad down to the common area and walked into the banquet hall. Serana was sitting at the table with some of the New Way vampires. "Hey!" I shouted. "I missed you!" Serana said, blood dribbling from her mouth. The vampire sitting next to her got up to make room for me. "Hey, I need to talk to you about something," I said. She tilted her head, "Sounds troubling. What's on your mind?" "Well, I joined the Companions because Ysgramor asked me to. They want to turn me into a werewolf," I said. She raised her eyebrows, "Are you thinking of becoming one?" "Well... you know me and new experiences. I just want to know that if I do, you will still be with me. And if I need you to, you can change me back," I said. She stared at me for a minute, mostly studying my eyes I think, then she smiled, "Of course. Just don't... rip me in half or anything. Werewolves are known for being savage." "No way." "You know what's funny?" She asked. "What's that?" "When I met you, you were a vampire. I've never seen your natural eye color. You know what, this might actually be good," she smiled. "They're gray. Nearly white or silver. Sometimes in the sun they look golden-ish. Not burning and glowing like this, but like a human's," I replied. "I bet they're beautiful. I can't wait to see them," Serana smiled. "Damn, you really know how to make me not scared to try this. I was a little bit," I said. Serana stared at me for another minute, "Can I talk to you about something now?" "Of course." "You remember when you first met me?" "Yeah." "Did you ever ask why you were so calm when you saw me? Most humans attack vampires on sight. And I saw you do that... so many times, even as a vampire. I was like any other vampire in that cave. Maybe a bit more attractive, but you get the point." "Well, yeah, because you saw me before I got the drop on you," I smirked, "And you were friendly. There are a few vampires who are actually friendly. I'll give anybody a chance if they actually talk to me first. You know about my plan with the forsworn, right?" "You were calm, because I casted a 'Calm' effect on you," she sighed, "Look, you were the first person I saw after being locked up for thousands of years... and you were armed to the teeth! I wasn't exactly mind controlling you, but I did mess with your head. Deceiving you without your consent. In that moment, I was just like my family. Seriously not 'New Way,' material. I manipulated you." "You didn't need to," I shrugged, "But I'm not mad about it." "Really?" "I'm not leaving you or anything. I'm not exactly an Aedra myself. And I have no regrets." "But everything we've done together has been for me. Have you ever thought about that?" "I tend to think I get something out of this deal," I smiled, pulling her up against me, "It's ironic that an undead vampire can shine so much light on my life." I swear she started to tear up, and I smiled, "None of that. I have a couple people waiting for me in a dark cave. I need to go." I kissed her, hopped the portal to the tower and hopped in the one to Whiterun, which put me at the front gate. I ran back to the yard next to the Skyforge. That'd taken about 15 minutes. Skjor was sitting at the bench in the yard. "Ready?" He asked. "Sorry," I said, "Five more minutes." I built a small fire with a cooking pot, and dumped out about 40 potions of blood, and 20 pieces of human meat I'd harvested. "Don't worry about what this stuff is," I said. I proceeded to chug all 40 potions. Then I cooked all the human meat into more blood potions, and drank them as well. "Hey, um... if you're going to watch this, you have to promise not to call the guards or whatever," I said to Skjor. "I'm not sure what I'm agreeing to, but okay." I was starting to think at this point he wanted to see. "Have you ever seen a Volkihar Vampire transform?" I asked. "No..." He said. I concentrated, and transformed. "What... the fuck!" He said, "Vampires can do that?!" "No. Most of them can't. Only like five of them I know of," I said. I funneled the lifeblood power to my Vampire Lord form, then I reverted to my human form, "Alright." We went back to the Skyforge. "Hey, um, before I do this, am I going to uncontrollably transform?" "Most likely," Skjor said, "You might be more in control than a normal person your first time. I suggest finding your way out of the city, or find a hiding place and wait it out. I can come track you down in an hour or two when it wears off." "An hour... or two?" I sighed. I drank the blood, and I blacked out. When I came to, I was in the yard. My heart was racing, muscles pulsing. I felt powerful, with the claws, jaws and hunger of a wolf, and my strength was multiplied. I got down on all fours, thinking, ‘Must get away from city…’ Over and over. Luckily, it was night, and the only guard I saw had his back to me. I charged out through the front gate. From there, it’s a blur until I woke up, some distance away in the wilderness. I was naked, and Aela was standing over me. “Whew, how was my first time?” I asked her. “Anything like your former power?” She asked. “Similar, but different.” “You gave us even more trouble than Farkas did at his first turning. You’re strong,” Aela said, “You got a taste of the power. The more you transform, the more foes you slay and feed upon, the stronger you become.” “Sounds a lot like my old form, in fact, but it was much stronger in magic. From what I’ve seen, werewolf is a lot stronger in melee,” I said, “But instead of feeding on blood, you feed on flesh, which I used to be able to get blood from.” “The transformation doesn’t last long, though. The blood of your foes extends the time. Just be careful where you do it. Some cowards in this land can’t stand the sight of the glory before them.” I took a minute and thought about what I knew from Vampire Lord form. It’s a magic transformation, and when you go into it your gear is shunted into an extradimensional space and spring back onto your person when you return to your form. Sometimes I was able to conjure clothes for myself in VL, sometimes I didn’t bother. This is similar to the ability I’d heard some Eldergleam Druids use when they transform into animals. I could only imagine werewolf worked the same way. I looked down, and remembered I was naked. Maybe I would need to work on that. On the other hand… “Gods, are you always so hot when you transform? I feel like my skin is burning. I’m actually glad I’m naked right now,” I said. “Would you like help taking care of it?” Aela asked. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Sex helps,” she said, “Hircine smiles on us.” I nodded, and she laid me down on the cold ground, strapped on a device and got me off using it like a man. It did help. When I got up, I made several more observations. “Ah, gods. I’m hungry. I’m thirsty,” I said. She handed me a waterskin and said, “I almost envy you. That first time is the most… intense.” All at once I experienced the crushing weight of mortality. I was a little tired. I could feel cold. But then again… it was like a filter had been lifted off my senses. It was like the last few months as a vampire I’d been feeling desire, pleasure and existence like I was seeing it through a dim mirror. And it had been so long, and so subtle at the time I’d forgotten what it all felt like. Was it better or worse? I wasn’t sure. More time was required. “We should go. Skjor went up ahead to a Silver Hand outpost.” We walked forward and found a barely-guarded outpost. But it was still night, I guess. I shot a guy with a bow, and Aela killed a woman with her maul. “Hmm… think I’ll give this new form a test drive,” I said. I transformed and fed on the two corpses at my feet. Then we walked in the building. In the first room, I killed a guy and fed, and found us stuck at a set of bars. “Cowards, barring our progress,” Aela said. I looked around for the chain for a few minutes. Finally found it, then charged through the fort for some action. And let me tell you – werewolf form is physically powerful. I could strongly swing my claws and launch people, or I could pounce on people and pretty much instantly rip them apart. I was having fun. We fought our way to the end, to a room full of Silver Hand and a man Aela called, ‘The Skinner.’ I ran over to him and instantly bisected him. I cackled a deep laugh and proceeded to rip apart the rest of them then fed. Skjor was on the dais, dead from his wounds. Aela came over and hugged me. She laid me down and did things to me in werewolf form with the same device she had before. I mean, it felt good so I didn’t resist. “Thanks. I needed that,” she said. At about that time, I reverted to human form, getting the re-dressing correct this time. Then she walked to the dais. She sighed, “The bastards somehow managed to get Skjor. He was the strongest among us, but they swarmed him. Looks like he took out half a dozen, but their arrows got him.” Aela covered him and had a moment of silence, “Now I can see why he wanted you to join. Clearly you are strong. You picked those guys apart. The beast blood is as tied to our human form’s physical strength as our general spiritual strength. Please, leave me to bury him. I’ll see you back at Jorrvaskr. Soon, the Silver Hand will tremble at our sight.” I left, but I decided I would do one more thing before I returned. It was about dawn, and I walked over to the road to call Arvak. Before I did though, a group of Goblins attacked me on the road. I, of course, seeing more fuel for my beast form, transformed and fed. Then I was attacked by Dawnguard. Man, these guys just don’t know when to quit. Not even a vampire anymore, but I killed them too. Anyway, how I decided I would get back to Whiterun was by flying. I had a wild hair and threw on some fur clothes and flew around a little bit to clear my head. Also, to feel the cold and wind in my hair and really remember what it was like to be a living creature. I accepted I probably would become a vampire again someday to artificially extend my lifespan and youth, but I figured I would enjoy this while I could. You know what new thing I learned? It is much MUCH easier to kill dragons while you can fly. I have no problems using a bow while flying, and I can chase dragons over any obstacle when I can fly. Also, the night sky is beautiful without obstruction. At the end of day six, I returned to Jorrvaskr and slept. Because I have to sleep now. Ugh. But I guess feeding in werewolf form makes me not hungry.

Disclaimer: this is that entry I warned you about. I tried to keep it tame. Hey, it's Destana. I was going to let Runa talk a little bit and catch us up more on her dealings with the Dark Brotherhood, and what she's been doing in Bruma, but... maybe next time. I was finishing my tour of the holds to inform them of Alduin's death, and now to tell them about the barrier falling... and to plan a strategy. Here is my off the cuff to-do list: - Finish my tour of the holds. Windhelm, Falkreath, Morthal, Dawnstar, Winterhold, Solitude, Riften, Markarth, Whiterun. - Get Stronger. Alduin was a challenge, and I know I always have room for improvement. Also, if I'm going to embrace being a dragonborn, I could seek out more shouts. - Get the Forsworn. Do they really want Thalmor ruling over these lands? Can't be better than the Nords. The Markarth Jarl said he would be open to a treaty with them. And we could definitely use Mammoths and Giants against the Thalmor war machine. - Marry Ulfric, become Queen and him High King, unify Skyrim. The wedding date it set for two weeks. - Study the Eye of Magnus. (Damien is working on this one). - Ready the holds for war. (Fenrir and Ulfric are working on this). These last few are far down the list (if I have time): - 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 and disrupt the Thalmor there. - Go to Hammerfell and ask for aid. We are united in our hatred of the Empire, and the Thalmor. After all, a Redguard Queen of Skyrim has to get me something, right? - Go to High Rock and ask them. Can't hurt, right? Whiterun was my last hold, and by this time it was late afternoon. It'd only been about 12 hours since I started. What a difference being able to teleport makes! When I went to Dragonreach, not expecting who to find, I found nobody sitting on the throne. Olfina told me Vidnar was getting a head start drinking himself to an early grave with the companions, so I figured we could go there. Runa was still with me (we finally got Averna to go back to the Sanctuary to check up on things). As we walked in, a lot of fresh warriors were milling around, a woman sweeping. Vidnar was sitting in the corner with a tankard of ale. In the firepit area, a nord woman and a dunmer started brawling. Me, being quite the rough cutthroat myself, didn't think a lot of this, but the companions surrounded them and started cheering. I walked over to Vidnar, "So, hey, is this normal around here?" "Of course. It's a warrior's guild," Vidnar replied, "Hey! I was starting to wonder if you were coming back after you rode that dragon off Dragonreach. And the dragon attacks have not stopped. We got one earlier today! "Yeah it was blue. I killed it on the way in." "What's the word?" "Well, I killed Alduin," I said, "The dragons that are left are fighting to determine who is the next king." "This seems like... not an improvement," Vidnar said. "Well, I've thrown my support behind Paarthurnax, who is the dragon that taught me (and Tiber Septim, I might add) the Way of the Voice. After he brings the other dragons under his will, they should subside. Until then, I'm going to continue to steer them away from the holds." "Thank you for that, Dragonborn," Vidnar smiled. "That's not all. The Thalmor are planning an invasion, just like I was talking about," I said. We'd kept watching this fist-fight across the hall as we waited. "How much time do we have?" He sighed, like an old man who'd just sat down after a long, long life of warfare who was not ready to stand up again. "A month. Ulfric should be gathering his forces." "Good. I'll tell Balgruuf," he said, "Tell me, did you come here just to talk to me?" "Hmm," I thought, still staring at the fight, "To be honest, I wonder if the companions have any knowledge of battle I have yet to learn. I can defeat legions of normal men, but gods and giants are a different story. Also, you heard Odahviing say I was going to Sovngarde, right?" Vidnar turned to me, "Yes, but I wagered it was a jest." "No jest," I said, "I met Ysgramor, Jurgen Windcaller, and Tsun (who I now know is a demigod). Point is, during my stay there Ysgramor asked me if I would look in on the Companions. I think he thought something was wrong with the guild. But he also said I could help beef myself a little bit. Even with all there is behind me, I can still improve." Vidnar looked at me again, not sure if I was joking or just insane. He finally said, "You should speak with Kodlak if you want to join." Runa smirked, "Hey, so, I think I want to join too. This looks like my kinda guild." "You're more of a pure warrior than I ever was," I nodded to her, and whispered, "Go ahead, Listener." We walked around for a while, until we found Kodlak sitting at a table outside his room, sharing a drink with Vilkas (who I only knew because I heard them talking as I approached). I folded my arms, "Who are the companions?" Kodlak looked at me for a few seconds. I think he took my reasons for asking immediately, and seemed like a cunning old man. Playing along, he said, "The difference between a noble band of warriors and a ragged bunch of assassins is as thin as a razor's edge." "Kodlak Whitemane. I think I want to join the companions," I said, then I motioned to Runa, "Her too." Of course he knew me. We talked at the moot. But he was caught off guard by this. He finally said, "You have great strength of spirit. We will test you, in the ways we have done for hundreds of years." "Of course," I said, not wanting to get in by my notoriety alone and really wanting to be tested, "What are your tests?" Vilkas turned to him, "Is that wise, master? I've never heard of this woman." I blinked. I'm pretty sure Vilkas did not actually know who I was. "Last I checked, Vilkas, I am nobody's master. And sometimes the famous come to us," Kodlak stated, looking at me as he said so, then turning back to Vilkas as he continued, "Sometimes men and women come here to seek their fame. It makes no difference." I thought the point was obvious, but Vilkas seemed rather dense. "I've only heard rumors," Kodlak said, "How good are you in battle, actually?" How to answer that, I pondered, "Pretty good." "I want to see. Vilkas, take them out in the yard and see what they can do," he said. We walked outside and I elected not to use shouts or magic. Just brawn. He pulled out a sword and shield, and I opted for sword and dagger. We fought for a few minutes, him using tactics akin to mine. We both advanced and contracted as our opponent moved. At the end, we were both sweaty, and neither of us had taken much damage. "Alright," Vilkas said, "You're pretty good." "You're not so bad," I said. He drank a stamina potion and got back out his weapons, "Your turn." Runa drew the Moonlight Greatsword and swung, banging against his shield a couple times. After a little bit of this turtling and dodging he did with me, I could tell Runa was getting frustrated. "The hell with this," she said, "FUS!" Vilkas fell to one knee. "KRII!" She let out a thundering whisper like a serpent's strike. She swung her blade, knocking the shield from his hand, then brought her blade above his head. "Whoa!" I shouted, both like calming a stampeding horse and being generally shocked. "I thought assassins were supposed to be calm and controlled," I said. "I wasn't going to kill him," Runa said, "I just got annoyed at his fighting style." "Yeah, when did you learn to shout?" I asked. "It's been five years, mom. I've had a lot of time to practice. I learned Marked for Death from the Word Wall at the old Sanctuary and Unrelenting Force from watching you. But I only know the first word, and only those two," she explained as she helped Vilkas up. I quickly sifted through my word wall knowledge and directed one of my stockpiled dragon souls to Marked for Death. It seemed pretty useful. "Impressive. Are you the dragonborn?" Vilkas asked Runa. I slapped my forehead. "No," Runa said, "She's~" I shushed her. "We both just know some shouts is all. I'm surprised you don't know any," I said. Vilkas chuckled, maybe feeling a bit more humble, "Well, you passed. Would you do me a favor and take my sword to Eorlund?" "Sure," I said. This game of being an apprentice again wasn't going to last very long, but I would play a little bit. I walked up to Eorlund at the skyforge and handed him the sword, "Vilkas asked me to give this to you." "Hey, I'm the Companions' smith. That's nice of you to do. Just don't get pushed around too much. Everybody's their own man in the Companions. There've been no true leaders since Ysgramor." "What about Kodlak? I thought Harbinger meant leader," I asked. "He's sort of an advisor of the whole group. But hey, since you're such a nice person, would you mind doing something for me?" He asked. "Sure." He handed me a shield, "Please, take this to Aela. She's one of the circle, just like Skjor, Farkas, Vilkas and Kodlak." "Not a big deal," I said. This time I handed it to Runa. We found her hanging about in her room, getting ready for bed. Skjor was sitting at her table. "Ah! The new whelps," she said, then she turned to Runa as she handed her the shield, "I heard you gave Vilkas quite the walloping." She turned to me again, "You think you could take him in a real fight?" "Maybe. But I don't care for boasting," I said flatly, though without powers, I was beginning to wonder. "A woman who lets her actions speak louder than words. I like this one," she nodded to Skjor, then yelled, "Farkas!" "Yes?" He appeared from the next room, a little dejected, like she'd interrupted him from something. "Can you show these whelps where the whelps sleep?" He sighed, "Sure." As he walked, he said, "The quarters are up here, just pick a bed and fall in it when you're tired. Here you are. Looks like the others are eager to meet you." Before he walked away, I said, "So, got any stray missions for us to take care of? I know it's just after sunset, but I'm not really tired." "Hmm. Sure," he pulled a letter out of his pocket, "I was saving this one for the morning, but if you can take care of it, that's a load off my back. This letter is from someone inside Whiterun. Needing some muscle. Just get out there, look tough, show the milk drinkers who's boss. No more than that. I won't want to hear about a killing, understand?" I looked at Runa, "A little different than our usual style, but sure." I followed the letter's directions, and wound up in Dragonreach prison. There was a door at the bottom that was locked (which I easily picked) that led into a backroom, which led behind a counter in a sewer 'establishment,' I would call it. This might have been some kind of underground brothel, because there were people just fucking. I assumed at this point Runa was a little less embarrassed about such things, but she just didn't react, so I walked up to the guy at the counter. "Hey, um. I'm from the Companions. I've been sent to resolve a dispute." The man immediately ran around the iron bars at the counter and growled at me, "You can't scare me into submission!" I raised an eyebrow. I wasn't even trying to intimidate him yet. The patrons and whores started to cheer, 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' He raised his fists and I ducked under a punch, "Well, okay, guess we're doing this." "Put up your dukes!" The man swung a couple more times, then I punched him in the jaw. He grabbed his chin in pain, then he put up his hands again, "No way you can do that a second~" I punched him in the nose, causing it to spurt blood. "C'mon, who taught you how to fight!?" He raised his hands again. I gotta admit, I'm not that physically strong, but this was comical. He took another swing, I dodged and slammed my knee into his stomach, my elbow into the back of his head. I grabbed him around the body and suplexed him. He got up, face bloody as hell. "No," I said flatly. He put up his hands again. "Are you serious?" Runa snickered, "Are we taking bets? I'd like to put two hundred septims on the big one." "The big one?" I asked, currently degenerating into just punching him in the side repeatedly. "I think he's shorter than you," Runa laughed again. When I looked at her, a little annoyed, she waved nonchalantly. "Tag in!" I shouted, slapping my hand on hers. She looked confused, but the man seemed to be on board. He shouted, "I will punch anybody!" And started taking swings at her, which she blocked. Runa pursed her lips. Years of using increasingly larger greatswords had gifted my girl with much bigger muscles than me. When he threw another punch, she grabbed his arm and lifted him over her head. "Stop it before I break you over my knee," Runa said in a cold voice. I covered my mouth, not able to contain myself in laughter. "Fine! Fine! I'll take care of whatever you want!" He shouted. I handed him the note and he started to read, but Runa dropped him like a sack of potatoes. As we walked out the front door (which was hidden) somebody called to us, saying we could make a lot of money working down there. Though as brawlers or whores, I wasn't sure. "I doubt that!" I shouted back. We started to walk back to Jorrvaskr. "I'm glad you're having fun," Runa said flatly. "Oh, c'mon. This is fun! It's training!" I said, "I assume the jobs will get harder." A vampire wench was standing outside the crypt and handed me something. She winked, seeing what I was, and said, "You look thirsty." It was a chunk of human flesh and a blood potion, with a note attached that had the details of the girl's meat. Orphan died in a storm. I put them in my pack. I mean, with my Vampire Lord experience I was able to cook human meat into blood, so that wasn't as strange as it could have been to a regular person. But that was still...weird. When we got back to Jorrvaskr, it was nearly midnight and many of the Companions were in the great hall, feasting. "We took care of the problem," I said to Farkas. "Good. Skjor said when you get done, he wanted to speak with you for the next test. I don't like making him angry, you better hop to," Farkas replied. I walked over to Skjor, "You wanted to see me?" "The time has come for your real test. A scholar came to us last week, telling us about another fragment of Wuuthrad. He seemed like a fool, but if it is true, than we'd be damned fools not to seek it out. For this it'll just be you and Farkas as your shield-brother. He'll be grading you. Do well and you'll be counted among the Companions. You," Skjor looked at Runa, "Get some sleep. I have a task for you in the morning." Why did he not tell me to sleep? Was he... one of the sensitive ones? "Some of us don't have normal human limitations, like sleep. Runa, right?" "Yes," she said. "Don't worry, your mother will be back in the morning." "I'm past worrying about her." "Destana Stormblade," Skjor continued. So this one knew exactly who and what I was, "Carry yourself with honor." Perhaps, they were willing to accept someone of unusual character in their numbers? I looked over, but Farkas had disappeared. I checked his room, and he was getting his gear together. "So you're going to be my 'shield-brother' huh?" "So I'm told," he replied, "Meet you outside." Runa and I walked over to the long common room before the common bunkroom and I said, "Alright, I'll see you in the morning." She nodded and went into the room. I turned to find a woman scowling at me. "What's up?" I said, unaffected. "Nothing." Her name was Njata, I remembered. "My, it's a pleasure to meet such a capable warrior," I said sarcastically. "I'm still trying to figure out why Skjor let you in in the first place," Njata said. "Well, why did you join?" I asked. "So I wouldn't have to answer stupid questions from idiots." I shook my head, "Okay then." Then I walked out. Farkas and I traveled to Dustman's Cairn, only a stone's throw away, it still being in the middle of the night. The place was crawling with draugr. I did my usual thing - stealth, but the first room had four draugr, who all immediately saw Farkas and attacked, so we were drawn into a battle. These were strong draugr too - not the mid level ones who spam Unrelenting Force, but the high-level ones who use magic cloaks and magic weapons, and are tough! Let the training begin, I smiled. I fought one in melee while Farkas fought another. I blew the other two back into the room with a full FUS RO DAH! When the first two fell, Farkas tanked while I picked them off with a bow. "Hmm," Farkas said, "You're pretty good with shouts." "And stealth, if SOMEONE would hang back a little bit," I said, "Though I don't know if that constitutes honorable to you guys." "Noted," he said. We continued on, fighting hard draugr. I found a chest and tried to open it, only to have my first encounter with a mimic! It sprouted legs and big teeth and bit at us. Fortunately, it wasn't as hard as I'd heard (not even as hard as the draugr in this ruin). Recently, these dudes had started popping up in ruins, though there was no record of them existing before recently. Either secret, or caused by the Dragon Break. We continued until we reached an old Nord sacrifice altar. "See if you can find a way to open the bars," Farkas pointed toward the door leading further in. I walked into an alcove, ransacked a treasure chest (being careful this time) and found a lever to open the door. I pulled it, and it did! But it shut me in the alcove room. Farkas hurried over and looked through the new portcullis that'd trapped me in, "Now look what you've gotten yourself into. No worries. Sit tight and I'll find the release." He looked in the opened door, but while he was, several armored men came out of nearby hiding places. "Farkas!" I yelled. "You guys from the Silver Hand?" He growled. "Killing you will make for an excellent story!" One of them said. "Sure he's one of them?" Another one asked. The first one responded, "He's wearing the armor, so he's a Companion. Either way, he's outnumbered." "Yeah, I am. I didn't want to have to use this," Farkas said. And his voice turned into a roar. He grew fur and got taller, his muscles bulging and his arms elongating into claws. I must say, I'd never seen a werewolf transform before. He ripped them limb from limb in such a gruesome fashion that I swear some of the blood splattered through the bars and got on me. Werewolf Farkas ran off and then the portcullis opened. He approached, back in his human form. "So, hey. What was that?" I asked, knowing full well what it was. "It's a blessing given to come of us. We can be like wild beasts." "So is this some kind of werewolf cult? Are you going to make me a werewolf now?" "Oh, no. Only the circle have the beast blood. Prove your honor to be a companion. Eyes on the prey, not the horizon," Farkas replied. I stood there thinking for a moment as I looted what had originally been bodies. Did Skjor know what I was, or had he been referring to himself and his folk? In the back of my mind, also, I could feel a strange sensation. When he transformed, it was like a general aura. A hot, powerful... something... I was more curious than I was willing to admit at that moment. "We should keep moving. Still got the draugr to worry about," Farkas snapped me out of my stupor, and we continued on. From there, more Silver Hand continued to harrow our footsteps, though they also fought the draugr as we did. It was like they were seeking Wuuthrad as well. I guess they are also a warrior guild but focused on a specific purpose. We fought our way to the end, and finally came to a small hall, and a throne room. As I peered around, I counted. The walls were lined with coffins, three thrones in the back and one in the front, each with a powerful draugr sleeping. If all these dudes woke up at once, this would be trouble. "Hey, um, can you transform at will?" I whispered, wondering if he would during this fight. "I don't want to talk about it." "Well, what then?" I asked. "Do you... um.. like skeever liver?" He asked awkwardly. "Umm... what?" "If you're looking to talk, talk with my brother, Vilkas. Here's all you need to know. I'm a werewolf. Blood runs hot. The beast blood is fearsome and dangerous, but bad for the soul." I thought about if whether VL or WW was worse, then I spat, "So I heard transforming makes you want sex. Is that true?" "Um... I prefer to handle such things on my own," he replied, even more awkwardly. "So, do you need to use your hand or something? Does it distract you when you're trying to fight?" I asked curiously. "What do... huh? We should not be talking about this right now. We have draugr to kill!" I paused, wondering if Ysgramor wanted me to cure these guys. Werewolves were definitely not what he had in mind when he started the Companions. But, of course.... I could satisfy my curiosity too. "Let me make this easy. Do you find me attractive? I could help you," I said. He shook his head, "My mind is clouded with thoughts of the hunt. You should back down, before you get hurt." "The hunt. That's one thing to call it," I said, "We're in for a big fight. I just need to know you're with me in there." "Of course, shield-sister." I still wasn't sure how Farkas would take me transforming into a Vampire Lord, so I decided a cunning strategy was in order rather than raw power. I aimed my bow and shot the sleeping draugr on the single throne in his head, then again in the neck, killing him. And the masses started to wake up. Farkas charged in to engage. I inwardly sighed, knowing that would trigger everything at once. I pulled out fire arrows and aimed at the left throne, shooting him in the head and setting him ablaze. I was still hidden, and the coffins to the left and right were breaking open now, charging at Farkas. As the stepped in front of the door I shouted, "FUS - RO - DAH!" And blew them into the room. The left throned draugr wasn't dead, and in fact, blew Farkas off his feat with Unrelenting Force. "TIID!" I shouted, Slowing time, and charged through the horde, to the back of the room. I ran left to the stairs to get a vantage point from which I could rain death, but then I turned to the back of the room, absorbing the word wall. The second word of fire breath is 'Inferno,' I smiled. Several of them knew where I was now and charged up past the lords to me, to which I responded, "YOL - TOOR!" Blasting them with fire breath. I engaged the Nerevarine's Bow and went invisible, raining arrows down on the mook-level draugr. I turned my head, and realized at the top of the stairs was the entrance to another burial chamber and several more powerful draugr had entered the room. This was going okay - but just barely - and now it was going to go badly. "Why don't you transform?" I yelled. "I can't use it so close together!" He yelled back, cleaving through draugr. "Great!" I said, still not wanting to transform myself. One of the new draugr summoned an Ancient Frost Atronach, and casted a frost cloak. I used a mix of Slow Time, Marked for Death and Unrelenting Force, as well as hit-and-run, and the battle dragged on for a long while. Two of the mid-level draugr stunned me while the high level guys laid into me. Finally, Farkas was backed into a corner and he realized he was ready to go again. He roared into his wolf form, and proceeded to rip the few remaining draugr before him to shreds. He walked up behind the last two- high level guys now threatening my life, and ripped the first one's torso in two. Then he pounced on the second, ripping him limb-from-limb, saving my dark ass. As I sat there, looking up at him, his fevered breaths were like growls of a wild beast. A deep, almost demonic voice sounded from his throat, "You said you wanted to help me out, right. Do you still?" I could feel myself shaking, whether in fear or anticipation. I nodded, slightly, and he picked me up, carrying me over to the altar in front of the word wall. I fell to my knees, and he grabbed the back of my head, forcing that giant dick that'd just been hanging, into my mouth. Of course, it didn't get very far, but he forced it in for a minute until I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled back off. He closed his eyes... and his fur turned back into skin. "You ... have a lot of self-control," I said. "Still interested?" He asked. "Oh yes," I said, and I laid down, but it seemed like he still wanted to continue what he was doing before. I put my legs up, and he leaned his weight on them and forced himself back into my mouth. This time... much smaller and more manageable, but still rough. He didn't stop there, though. When he pulled out, he laid his head on the altar as he pushed the fragment of Wuuthrad out of the way - landing next to our packs. I climbed on top of him and slid onto him. I finished us both quickly, knowing there might be more draugr waiting for us. We laid there for a few minutes, with our heads against the small plate Wuuthrad's fragment was laying on. "We should talk about this," I said. "The... sex?" He asked. "Nah. Sex is like water to me. Have a little every day and you'll be healthy," I said, "About the companions being werewolves." "What about it? You don't need to worry. We won't force you into being one. And we won't harm you when we transform. All of us have a lot of control," Farkas said. "That's a whole can of worms for another day," I said, "Have you... ever had sex in that form before?" "Okay, okay. I get it. You're curious. Maybe we can talk about this again later. We need to get back, for now," he said. I figured as much. We picked up the fragment and headed out. It was sunrise. Farkas yawned, "Man, I'm going to take a big nap when we get back." So werewolves do need sleep. So Skjor maybe might indeed know what I am that doesn't need sleep. We got back to Jorrvaskr and Farkas told me to check back in a little bit. I walked out back and found Runa, training with some of the other recruits. Ria, who'd been working on a training dummy nearby, turned to me, "Hey newbie, wanna go on a hunt together?" "Uh, sure." "How about now?" "I'm waiting for them to figure out if I made it in or not," I said, "Runa, wanna come?" "Nah, I have my test in a couple hours," she said. "Okay Ria, let's go," I replied. I followed her to the common bunkroom and she got her stuff. While she packed she said, "There's supposed to be a bear roaming the plains nearby. Not really sure what that's about, but it's close, so I figure we can have you back soon." I realized at that moment she looked a lot like Njata, they could be sisters, but she was the polar opposite when it came to temperament. We set out onto the plains. As I passed by the broken-down watchtower, it reminded me of the first time I killed a dragon. A few guards passed by while I reminisced. THIS was that watchtower. I could even hear the roars like it was only yesterday. Oh, wait, those are real roars! A dragon swooped down, and the guards engaged it. I joined, with Ria helping out. As I chased the thing around, I heard the trumpeting of a Mammoth. I turned to find a party of giants and mammoths approaching, which immiediately charged for the guards. Sighing, I pulled out fire arrows and used Slow Time to fill the first mammoth with arrows. By this time the guards had finished the dragon, and were helping with the mammoths. One guard got launched by a giant, to which I used full-power Unrelenting Force and launched him into the air, breaking his legs as he came down. Then, I got shot. I turned... to find... dawnguard. "ARRRRRGHHHH!" I shouted, "Leave me alone!" The five dawnguard went down easily, then I turned to find the guards fighting the final mammoth, and I helped them. I healed them. I turned to find Ria had already walked off toward the bears' zone. I looked over the plain, and found several men waiting there. Hired thugs. They were waiting. Like they were waiting their turn to attack me. "Shor's Bones, guys. Do you really want to fight me? I mean, how long have you been standing there?" "Only a couple minutes. Oh, are you the target? We're here to teach you a lesson!" "What lesson is that? That a dragon, three mammoths, two giants, five dawnguard and before that... SEVENTEEN powerful Draugr (at once) were not enough to stop me, but you will be? That would certainly be an unexpected lesson." They started to slash at me, but they could barely even hurt me. "You know what? Here's a lesson," I stepped closer and kind-of looked upward, "FUS - RO - DAH!" And they all launched vertically into the air. I walked toward where I'd seen Ria heading. She was standing outside a dilapidated shack with no roof. "So what's this bear business? I honestly am not sure now a regular predator could survive in a plain with so many apex predators and human hunters," I said, exasperated. "He's inside, but he actually seems friendly. I think he's trapped," Ria said, "Makes me wonder the validity of my tips." "So, wanna free him?" I asked. "Well, I just had an idea pop into my head," Ria bit her lip. "I don't know if I like where this is going." "I hope you won't think I'm crazy, but I was just thinking that since this bear seems friendly... could I possibly have sex with it." "Are you sure? This is a wild animal with no self control, no concept of how small you are. That seems very dangerous," I said. "Nah, it'll be fine. Would you do me the favor of spotting me? You know, keep me safe." "I can't believe I'm doing this," I sighed, "Okay. Fine. Fine." "Thanks, well, here I go," Ria said. She walked in, and the bear was friendly, almost seemed domesticated. (This is where I was wondering what if this was just a random sentient bear, via magic or otherwise, who had a naked woman approaching him and he was just playing dumb and letting it happen). She played with his giant bear penis for a minute, then rubbed his belly until he rolled over on his back. Then she climbed on top of him and slowly worked her way onto his massive girth. I was fairly disgusted by this, but it was like a freak show. I just couldn't look away. They finished after a few minutes, with much yelling and roaring. She slipped her hide armor back on. "So... how do you feel? You ok?" I asked. "Well, it felt amazing. That was a new experience. Large. Much better than Torvar." "Yeah... that was something else alright," I said, then I walked over and broke off some of the boards from the side door. The bear walked out the newly bigger hole, disappearing into the wild. "Let's.... get back to Jorrvaskr," I said. "Thank you for keeping me safe," Ria said. I decided I wanted to stop by the rich part of town for some light burglary, to clean my mind of all the things I'd seen and done in the past 24 hours. I decided I might play a joke on Vidnar, so I picked the lock on the Graymane house. I heard people talking upstairs, though I didn't really know any of them. When I slipped into the room on the left, a man saw me immediately. "Hey! What are you doing in here? I bet the Battleborns sent you!" This was Avulstein Graymane. "Nope. Just a garden variety robbergirl. But I know Vidnar, I was just playing a prank on him," I smiled at him, "Why so tense?" "Well, it's my brother, Thorvald. They had him locked away, and if they find me here, I'll disappear too! I'm not going to let that happen." "What can I do to help you?" I felt like helping this guy might cleanse my soul a little. "Those damned Battleborns, they know something. Bunch of Imperial-lovers. They're hiding it. You're a burglar, right? Maybe if you could find proof in their house?" "Eh, sure. Robbery for good," I said, "I'll be back." I walked over to the Battleborn Manor, stealthily, and picked the lock. I expected the house to be empty because it was the afternoon, though I was wrong. I crept into the room immediately to my left and found a woman sleeping in the bed, and a man, standing and just staring at himself in Imperial Armor. What a weirdo. I walked upstairs and found a man milling about in iron armor. I engaged invisibility from my bow and searched his things, coming up with nothing special. I walked around for a few minutes, finally realizing there was an office off the first bedroom I'd checked. But that man was standing right in my way. I engaged invisibility and jumped over the bed in what would've been full view. Then I slipped into the back room and got a writ that says Thorvald is in a Thalmor prison from General Tullius! Wow! That dude has been in prison for years! And these bastards have known and not told the Graymanes. I walked out of the office, seeing the weird dude still admiring himself in Imperial armor and I decided against killing him in cold blood. But I did take out a blackjack (that I have almost never ever used) and clubbed him in the back of the head, knocking him out. The woman in the bed started to get up, but I engaged my invisibility again. She looked around and didn't see the man laying just past the foot of the bed. Then she went back to sleep. I stepped up and pickpocketed her. Then, since I was thirsty, I drank some blood. I left, and returned the writ to Avulstein, "I know where your brother is, but you're not going to like it." I showed him the writ. "That means..." He got a dark look. "He's probably dead. But if not, I can go check it out for you." "I can get a group of men together and storm that place," he said. "I think... I'd like to take care of this." "Are you saying you're going to stealthily break him out or find evidence of his death peacefully?" "No, I'm beyond peace with the Thalmor. I just don't want you guys to see how I murder the lot of them," I said. I walked out of there. But really, I wasn't planning on doing it just yet. It was definitely now on my list (because, who needs another Thalmor prison from which they can draw soldiers when they invade?) And sidebar, how many goddamned Thalmor prisons are they hiding in Skyrim? I know of three or four so far, do I hear five?? When I approached Jorrvaskr, Farkas was waiting at the front door and said, "Where have you been? They're waiting in the yard." Not wanting to answer where I'd been, I said, "Okay. Let's go then." The circle was lined up in the yard. Kodlak started as I approached, "Brother and sisters of the circle, today we welcome a new soul into our mortal fold. This woman has endured, has challenged, and has shown her valor. Farkas, would you fight beside this woman?" "I would stand at her back, that the world might never overtake us," Farkas said. "Would you raise your sword in her honor?" "It stands ready to meet the blood of her foes." "And would you raise a mug in her name?" Kodlak asked. "I would lead the song of triumph as our mead hall reveled in her stories." Kodlak nodded, "Then the judgment of this circle is complete. Her heart beats with fury and courage that have united the Companions since the days of distant green summers. Let it beat with ours, that the mountains may echo and our enemies may tremble at the call." And the circle shouted, "Let it be so!" They then called Runa over and performed her ceremony the same way. "You're part of us now, girls," Kodlak said to us, "Hopefully you won't disappoint." I nodded, then the group dispersed. It was nearly nightfall again at this time (gods, this was a long ass day) and I decided I was actually going to sleep after a drink at the Bannered Mare. About midnight I returned to find the yard dead silent, and a finger tapped my shoulder. I turned to find Esmeralda, that vampire wench who'd given me the blood and a note. "I wanted to give you a gift," she said. Another gift? What a strange woman. She raised her hand and cast a green-tinted spell on me. I fell, paralyzed. "Mmmmff," I struggled against not being able to feel anything. "From all the 'feral' vampires out there that don't see your 'New Way' as a good way," she ripped my armor off. Pulling her own clothes from her, it revealed a strap-on. She plunged it deep into my ass, and I was limp, unable to resist. Then she thrusted, cupping her hand over my mouth to stifle the already paralyzed screams. She did this for about five minutes, using her free hand to recast paralysis on me over and over, while the fake cock rubbing against her brought her to orgasm. Then, dropping me in a heap, she walked away casually. I was seeing red when I came to. I was through being fucked with, both literally and metaphorically. I engaged my newish senses that let me know where all the nearby beings were. Then I followed. When I found her, she was walking into the crypt. I wondered if she thought I was going to just take this. She obviously didn't know me at all. I snuck in behind her and as soon as I saw her, like a shadow I got up behind her and put my fingers around her throat. "Funny story," I said, "I had an experience when I came to Skyrim where a bunch of guys raped me a bunch of times. The guy who started it had a paralysis spell like yours. Want to know where he is now?" "Where?" She asked. "Somewhere in the Sea of Ghosts. But I don't think I'm going to make killing you as elaborate as killing him. In my dealings as a Volkihar Vampire, I've developed a lot of 'extra' powers. One of them is that I can bite vampires and make them my thralls. I can also drain vampires and take their power. Before that though, did you think you were going to just get away with that? Did you at least have a backup plan?" She shook her head stupidly. Maybe she's used to getting what she wants because she's a vampire. I bit into her neck and drained her life. Before I finished, with my free hand I cast a frost spell on her, and when she was wavering over the precipice of life, her body started to freeze. Then, I punched a hole through her chest, which caused her to shatter into a million pieces. Her head was all that remained.

"Being Shameless has its moments, like not giving a fuck on what others think of you" Part 2: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-3584-chapter-25-a-naked-huntress-appears-22/