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SOS VectorPlexus Dawnguard Snow Elf Patch View File - Overview - This is a patch for Schlongs of Skyrim 1.1.4 SE to add schlongs to Dawnguard Snow Elf NPCs - Gelebor, Vyrthur, and the spectral prelates who man the wayshrines. This mod consists of an ESL-flagged ESP file and 4 texture files for Snow Elf skin textures. Please keep in mind that I am not a skin texture artist. The 4 Snow Elf skin texture files are simply copies of the regular body, hands, head, and genitals textures but desaturated and brightness increased by 50. The Snow Elf NPCs will look different from their vanilla appearance when using these skin textures. In particular, they will not have the pink coloration. You can swap in different textures if you want. - New Game - This patch works automatically when you begin a new game. On a new game, Snow Elf NPCs will automatically have schlongs when you meet them. - Existing Game in which you have not encountered any Snow Elves - If you install this patch on an existing game, you need to go into the Schlongs of Skyrim MCM General Settings page and choose Restart SOS. Snow Elf NPCs will automatically have schlongs when you meet them. - Existing Game in which you have already encountered Snow Elves - If you install this patch on an existing game, you need to go into the Schlongs of Skyrim MCM General Settings page and choose Restart SOS. Snow Elf NPCs will not be given schlongs automatically. You will need to go into the Schlongs of Skyrim MCM Player / NPC Settings page and manually give a schlong to each Snow Elf NPC. Submitter Herowynne Submitted 10/03/2021 Category Adult Mods Requires Schlongs of Skyrim 1.1.4 SE, VectorPlexus addon Regular Edition Compatible No

As a powerful vampire leader, Lord Harkon despises mortal races. They are small and ridiculous compared to vampires. If you accept his bite, you can walk through his castle. And there is a room, like the other ones at first, but this one hides a secret. Didn't you notice a cage inside his room? It's always empty ... But, what if I told you there is someone, and more specifically, a female vampire? Veris is her name. She forgot who she was before being bitten. Veris is a pretty white-haired vampire with hungry red eyes. She has no fangs because her job is not to feed, but to offer pleasure to her master. Some of the female vampires of Castle Volkihar would die for being in her position, but being a sex doll wasn't Veris' dream. She will ask help to anyone who can see her. Sometimes Master Harkon lets her go out of that rusty cage. He likes to see Veris exposed. She must please Lord Harkon if she doesn't want to be punished roughtly. At first, he only wanted Veris to pose like a trophy, but he got tired. Lord Harkon grabbed Veris and began to spank her. He was a filthy sadist. Spanked her again and again until she began to sob. When Master Harkon got tired of spanking her, he tied Veris to the wall. And to his own rejoicing, made Veris to show her spanked body. After all the suffering, returned Veris to the rusty cage. She should prepare for what Harkon would want the next day. NAME: Vampire Slave STATUS: Finished. RATING: NSFW. PLOT: Lord Harkon, the leader of the Volkihar Clan, hides something inside his room and nobody had seen it... until now.

Hey, it's Destana. Serana and I just walked into the Soul Cairn. It was a sad, purple landscape. We traveled across the land for a while, fighting bonemen, until we came to a structure. Valerica was inside, hidden by a barrier. "Mother!" Serana said. "Maker! Serana! Then I must've failed. Your father found out how to decipher the prophecy, didn't he?" She asked. "No. We're going to fulfill the prophecy our way, not his," Serana replied. "You've brought a stranger here? What were you thinking?" Valerica asked, then she said to me, "Come here." As I stepped to the edge of the barrier, she said, "What is a vampire of mixed blood doing with my daughter?" "Mixed blood? Not really sure what that means, but I've been keeping her safe," I replied. "You call her being here safe? Do you know nothing? Serana sacrificed everything to keep Harkon from fulfilling the prophecy." "I think you sacrificed everything for her. But that's why I'm here for the Elder Scroll," I said. "The key to the 'Tyranny of the Sun' prophecy is Serana herself. I locked her up to protect her, and all of us. Not just the Elder Scroll," Valerica explained. "What?" I asked. "The blood of Coldharbour's daughter will blind the eye of the dragon," she said. "Molag Bal's realm, Coldharbour. That refers to Serana doesn't it? How does this work? Does he plan to kill her?" I asked. "Once he has Auriel's Bow, he can use her blood to make Bloodcursed Arrows, to darken the sun," Valerica explained, "He would see her death as for the glory of all vampires. How do you plan to fulfill the prophecy? By killing her yourself?" "Well, now that I know, I guess I'm not sure. But we could use your help," I replied. "I don't think I believe you. You want to use her in your quest for deification, just like Harkon," Valerica said. "Serana believes in me, why can't you?" I asked. "Serana. This stranger knows nothing of our plight. Why should I entrust you to her?" "This 'stranger' has done more for me in brief time I've known her than you've done in centuries!" Serana said angrily. "How dare you! I gave up everything to protect you from your father," Valerica responded, "The moment your father discovers your role in the prophecy, you'll be in terrible danger." "You never asked me if hiding me was the best choice. Everybody's making decisions for me, including you!" She exhaled, "I wish we could be a family again, but maybe that's not for us. We need to stop him, and for that we need the Elder Scroll." Valerica took a deep breath. Maybe she'd been in her self-imposed imprisonment here for far too long, or maybe she was just willing to trust her daughter. "I'm... sorry. I allowed my hatred for your father to blind me when I locked you up. If you want the Elder Scroll, I'm willing to put my faith in you," Valerica said. She turned to me, "Your intentions are still somewhat unclear to me. But for Serana's sake, I'll help you." "Do you have the Elder Scroll?" I asked. "Yes, in here. To bring down the barrier, locate the three tall spires in the Cairn. At their base, there's a guardian each. If you defeat all of them, I will be released. A word of warning: an undead dragon named Durnehviir is charged with protecting the keepers by the Ideal Masters, the lords of this place." "Don't worry. I've killed dragons before," I smiled. I mentally counted the dragon souls I'd accumulated. Somewhere north of 25 now. Without much knowledge to spend them on, I'd been stockpiling them. So we set out to do this thing, so I made a circular pattern, going east first, walking towards spires. I was quickly attacked by a group of mistmen and bonemen. They had been surrounding an altar. With a horse skull. So I was like, "Cool." And took the thing. "Oh you found him!" A voice said from behind me, and I found a blue spirit standing there. "Thank you for saving him from those men. He was ever my faithful steed in life. I can teach you how to summon him, if you like," the ghost said. He did, then he vanished. Of course, I immediately summoned the horse. And Arvak was cool! And I could summon him in here. "Hey Ser..." I looked around. Valerica had entrusted me with her daughter and already I'd lost her somewhere. So I readied, 'Summon Serana,' which she taught me a little while after we started to work together. "Gee, I wonder if I could cast Summon Inigo and Sofia in here?" I grinned devilishly. But I only cast Summon Serana. "Okay, that felt... better than expected. Cool horse!" She said. "Let's ride!" Some of the things that'd been attacking her followed, but we rode off. The first keeper's place teleported us high atop the spire. I strode up to the guardian as he shot arrows at me, backing up all the while. I grinned and moved in closer, "FUS - RO - DAH!" He fell about 80 feet and crumbled to dust. Then upon getting near the second guardian, I realized I could use Vampire Lord to speed this up a bit. I shifted and decimated the two others. Then I returned to Valerica with Serana, barrier already down. "Good, follow me," she said, and we stepped into the boneyard beyond. Immediately, a horde of bonemen were running at us, so I shifted back into Lord form. I use Blood Storm (the improved form of Raze) from my right hand to mow down a large amount of them, then Durnehviir swooped over us. I aimed the storm at Durnehviir, who'd been perching on the rooftop of a mausoleum and shooting breath attacks from time to time at me. He swooped around a minute, and I thought I might need to shift out, but he perched again and I let him have it with Blood Storm. He landed, ready to come at me, and I went with the same strategy - Blood Storm. He had his life drained. Then - he vanished! "What? It's not doing the thing," I said. When I stepped back through the doors (for some reason Valerica hadn't come with me), Durnehviir was perched atop a nearby structure. "Forgive my saying this, but I never thought I'd see that dragon taken down," Valerica said. "Yeah, well, I did tell you I'm kind of an expert at killing dragons. And I kinda cheated." We ventured forth to the boneyard and I picked up the scroll, then back out. "I suppose you want to fight me some more? I figured that was a little easy," I said to Durnehviir. Durnehviir replied, his voice a great old rumbling, "Stay your blade. I believe in a little bit of honor amongst warriors. I find you a worthy opponent. I was giving it my usual effort in battle. My claws have felled innumerable foes, but not once have I fallen in battle. I therefore give you the honor-name Qahnaarin, Vanquisher." I nodded. Love it. "You're not so bad yourself," I replied. "You honor me. I would ask a favor of you," he said. "What kind of favor?" I asked. Now even my fallen foes are giving me quests. "I've been here for countless years. I wish to return to Tamriel, but I fear I am too tied to this place. I would die if I ventured for too long. Call upon me in battle, and I will come to your aid for a short while." "Just call?" I asked. "Trivial in your tongue. But calling a dragon's name in the Dragon's Tongue has great power." "Right. Because shouting speaks things into being," I rubbed my chin, "Like yelling at the laws of reality to sit down and shut up." "I don't require an answer now. Just speak my name when the time is right," he said. "Dur - ne - viir," I said it, not shouted. Curse - never - dying was his name. I was starting to get the hang of figuring out the meanings of these words now. He'd gifted me the knowledge like the Greybeards. "Of course, and thank you for the challenge," I said, then I summoned and mounted up on Arvak, heading with Serana toward the portal. We were back in Volkihar Castle in a few moments. I sighed in relief, "Well, now we have another elder scroll." "Any leads on the last one?" Serana asked. "Well, they call it the dragon scroll," I sighed again. This time, it was a sigh of inevitability, "I imagine it has something to do with the dragon attacks. And Alduin. And me defeating him." It was time to pick up an old quest thread I'd left buried for years. I opened up my tome of quests on the table and flipped through it to deep in the book. "What are you looking for?" "Trying to remember what they wanted me to do next," I replied, "Let's see... Horn of Jurgen Windcaller, Slay Saloknir, ah, last quest in this tab." I had named it 'Diplomatic Immunity,' jokingly, because I figured if I slipped up and killed a Thalmor at the embassy, I'd end up killing them all, thus making me immune to prosecution due to no witnesses being alive. The mission was: Delphine, the cheeky lass that stole Jurgen's Horn and left me a note, wanted me to infiltrate the Thalmor Embassy at one of Elenwen's parties (the Thalmor ambassador). "So, want to go to Riverwood?" I asked Serana while we stepped out onto the balcony. Serana frowned, "You know, I wasn't sure if we'd make it out of there in one piece. I was scared, for both of us. The Ideal Masters can do anything. Trap us there forever for one." "You do believe in some higher power, huh?" I asked playfully, harkening back to a conversation we'd had about Talos. "Don't make fun of me. You could be a pile of scrib jelly. But the Ideal Masters are real. We saw what they can do to people... to dragons! And of course we didn't see them. They're called the unseen masters of the Cairn for a reason," Serana paused, then laughed, "You're just messing with me aren't you?" "Well maybe this time you get trapped forever you'd have better company than an Elder Scroll," I laughed. "Next time I'll soul trap you in the cairn!" She was smiling, "How would you take that?" "With panache, of course," I replied. She looked down, smiling, "I appreciate that you're keeping my spirits up." We paused, looking at the Sea of Ghosts for a moment with the snows falling, wind howling. Then she said, "You like me right? Not just as a friend, but, something else?" "Well, remembering what happened before we went in, it seems pretty obvious," I smiled at her. She leaned in and kissed me this time. "Sorry," she said finally, "I just needed to do this on my terms this time. It's something that gives me nightmares... trusting other people. But I trust you. All my life I've only ever seen people use intimacy as a way to manipulate and dominate others. Thank you. And I'm no fan of the sun. But it'd be better than this cold. Let's get out of here." Seeing her subtle cues, I realized we should get on the road. I don't get hypothermia, but damn being very cold is still uncomfortable. We got on the road, me on Arvak and her on Shadowmere and found they have comparable speed. But the bones aren't very comfortable against my butt after a few hours. Anyway, when we got there, I decided for the first time in probably a week I would sleep. I was definitely thirsty, but I could sleep to gap the time a little. It actually wasn't clear how long we'd been in the Soul Cairn. I looked around. Two random guys fighting. Embry, drunk and passed out on the floor. "You finally going to go forward with our plans, Dragonborn?" She asked as I approached. I blinked, balking at her treatment of me. "Geez, Delphine, could you just call me Destana? I'm not that special. I'm just helping people. Just a regular girl," I said, "And yes. But I would like to stay the night at your Inn first." "Sure," she offered me a bed, free of charge. While I was waiting for Delphine to get things ready, I spied a strange thing - a Dunmer sitting across the Inn. Not that dunmer were strange in Skyrim, but he was wearing armor, had a decent weapon, had a certain haughty appearance to him. So I immediately knew he wasn't the usual lowlife dunmer that finds himself estranged from Morrowind and now lives in Skyrim. "Hey traveler," I said to him, "Who're you?" "Do I stick out that much?" He asked, "I'm Mandyn Hlaalu. Representative of the House Hlaalu. I have a mission here in Skyrim, then I'm returning to my homeland." "Anything I can help with?" Serana giggled a little bit, "You're getting distracted already. You really don't want to deal with this dragon thing, do you?" Mandyn shook his head, "No. I need somebody with power beyond measure to take care of this." "Okay. I'm listening," I said, really reaching for a challenge at this point, "Would the... dragonborn suffice?" "Yes, I imagine it would," he replied, "When a famous criminal from Morrowind was spotted in Skyrim, I was dispatched to find and apprehend him. A fool's errand. He is known for being extremely deadly." "Deadly sounds like it requires a fee," I replied. "How's a thousand septims?" He asked. I grinned a little, "He sounds really deadly." "Okay, two thousand, but that's all I have to offer," he said, agitated, "You can start your search at a town called Little Vivec, southwest of here." "Alright. I'll take the case," I said. I've always wondered what Morrowind looked like. Maybe I would get a little taste of their architecture. We walked to our room and Serana immediately said, "You actually going to do it?" I smirked, "It would be pretty funny to take all the guy's money and just not do the job. But no, I'll check it out. This sounds like a short jaunt, maybe a day or two." "Don't forget we have elder scrolls to find," she said, laying down. "Right. I mean, it's not as if I've been putting this off for nearly ten years, doing exactly this thing that just happened," I chuckled, "I'm going to do the Diplomat thing first though. Sleep, then I guess you can wait here, if you want." "Yeah, I'll be waiting honey. Wouldn't want to keep your love waiting for long, right?" She giggled, "Sorry, don't know what came over me. I think I'll come to Solitude, actually. I've been meaning to visit the new clothes store there. Though I guess everything is new to me." "Yeah! I should probably grab something for the party." We slept, then I got up to Delphine, standing over me, already in her armor. "Alright, I figured out how I'm going to get you in that embassy. Elenwen's next party is hosting for all the Elites in Skyrim. Once you get inside, slip away and get her files. I have a contact inside the embassy, he'll assist. Malborn - he'll meet you in the Winking Skeever in Solitude. We traveled to Haafingar Hold and I bought a short purple dress at the UNP shop and wore Shrouded Shoes (which looked normal, but were sneaking shoes from the brotherhood). Oh yeah, got attacked by a dragon at Riverwood. Then got attacked by a dragon at Solitude, and I had to fight it. In my new dress. I may or may not have talked about this before, but killing a dragon around a large population of weaker people can sometimes whip them into a frenzy, which can cause them to start undressing and having sex. Usually, if I absorb the dragon's power fully, I have the ability to stop it from happening. Riverwood was too far from a group - everybody ran away when battle started. But Solitude, I didn't absorb hard or fast enough, I guess. So when a large group of men and Serana, (surprisingly) started to get a little heated, I just joined in. Why not? DKO (Dragon Kill Orgy!) So I went to the Inn, but Serana approached me with am armful of drinks before I could go find Malborn. "Cliff Racer, Dragon's Breath Mead, or Velvet Lachance?" "Surprise me," I said, "Did you make those?" "Well I'm going to make one of those with the available ingredients," she smiled, "Velvet Lachance, as venomous as you can be." "Thanks, I think," I said. I tasted. It was very good. I smiled at her, "Amazing, just like you." "Well, way to turn my quips around on me," she replied, and I sat down across from Malborn. "Our mutual friend sent me," I said. "You're who she picked? I hope she knows what she's doing," Malborn replied. I set down my drink, "Hey, look at the guy who can't discern how strong a person is just by looking. I literally just killed a dragon outside." "Oh," he said nervously, "Well, sure you're up for a stealth mission?" "Stealth is my area of expertise," I replied. "Alright. Give me what you can't live without and I'll pass it to you at the party," he said. "Oh, I don't need anything," I said. I checked my spell list refreshing on tomes I'd gone over recently: bound dagger, bound bow. Still had my summons and invisibility. I had unlocking spells... "Actually..." I started to tell him I should probably bring lockpicks, but he was already out the door. Oh well. Winging it. That's my forte! "Sure I can't come?" Serana asked. "Yeah. It sucks, because I look really good in this dress, even if there is a little dragon blood on it," I said, "I should take you on a real date sometime." She smiled, "Grab me a bottle of something vintage from the party." I walked up to Delphine by the carriage. "Ready?" She asked. "Yep." And we were off. When I got there, a man named Razelan said, "Ah, fellow latecomer to the party! And arriving by carriage, no less. My lady, I salute you. I usually like to arrive early to a party..." "Invitation please?" The Thalmor guard asked. I showed it to him. "Thank you, ma'am," he said and I walked inside. Elenwen was standing near the doorway, mingling with guests when I walked in. She turned to me, "Welcome. I don't believe we've met. I'm Elenwen, thalmor ambassador to Skyrim. And you are?" Quick! Make up a name. I looked around. Chair... table...Desk. Desk! A man using thongs. Desk tonga. Destana! "Des....."I started, immediately realizing what I was doing, "Des.... is the first time we've met, yes, but it's amazing because I've heard so much about you!" Whew. "Hopefully only good things," she replied, walking with me in to the party, "Please, tell me about your...." "Ma'am," a steward bothered her. "What is it?" Elenwen asked, and I casually backed toward the crowd. "It's that we've run out of the Alto wine, do I have your permission to open the..." I had already walked too far away to hear them. I deposited myself between Maven Black-Briar and Erikur, the jerk from Elisif's court. "Elenwen always throws the best parties," Erikur said. Ok, not my best decision. "Hey Maven," I said. "I don't recall seeing you at one of these before," she replied, "And I know everyone who's anyone in Skyrim (I don't know what you're doing but I can't help you right now.)" Hmm... I nodded, playing it cool. Maybe she was running her own job with the guild right now. Spying on the Thalmor? Casing the joint? I looked around. Then I sidled up between Elisif the Fair and Jarl Balgruuf, hoping he wasn't too mad at me still about deposing him. He didn't seem to notice me. Elisif smiled at me, grabbing my arm, "Didn't think I'd see you here. You look pretty good under all that armor." "Enjoying the party?" I smiled, taking the compliment. "Very much. Her parties are always so elegant. She should host them more. When I married Torygg, he promised we'd go to lavish parties like this. I wish he were here now," she sighed. "Hey, want to have some fun?" I smiled at her, "Maybe liven your spirits a little." Elisif blushed, "What, right here, at the party?" "Oh, no no. Not that," I said, "Maybe later. Could you cause a scene? I want to play a joke on Razelan." Elisif giggled like a schoolgirl, "Okay." She walked up to Razelan and said, "Sorry about this. How dare you speak to me like that?" "Uh what? I wasn't doing anything," Razelan replied. "What is it this time Razelan? You were told to behave!" Elenwen approached him, and I realized all eyes were on Razelan. I casually walked over to Malborn at the bar, then behind and out the back door without anyone being the wiser. I snagged a Colovian Brandy on my way through (for Serana). "Alright. Now, go. Do your thing," Malborn said, leading me through the kitchen. He locked the back door behind me. I readied Bound Dagger in my right hand and Invisibility in my left, which I casted. It was a simple hop through the back door, skip across a courtyard and jump behind a guard who was leaning next to the door. I witnessed a Justiciar talking angrily to a Nord informant, and I looted a chest with dossiers and keys, then I went downstairs. The Justiciar walked by, but I'd kept up with recasting invisibility and I followed him down to the prison in the basement level. "Please, no! I don't know anything!" The man yelled. A thalmor guard was torturing him when the Justiciar sat down. Still invisible, I ransacked the chest sitting behind him. It had the dossier of Esburn, another man I'd not heard of. I figured it was probably time to start piling up bodies now. I would start with the dagger and go into Lord form if things got bad. I slit the Justiciar's throat and he fell out of his chair. "Justiciar?" The Thalmor guard asked, and walked out, sword in hand. I renewed invisibility and let her walk past me, then I gave her the same treatment. Then I walked into the cell. "Please, stop. I don't know any more," the man Etienne said. He was sitting with his arms bound in some kind of rack above his head with his head down. "I'm not here to torture you." "Oh, who are you?" He looked up. "I'm here to find out what the Thalmor know," I popped his rack off. "If it twists these guys up, I'll tell you they're looking for a guy named Esburn. They think he's in Riften. Something to do with dragons." "Alright, let's go," I said. "This way, I saw them dragging bodies over here," he lead me to a body chute. "Be still! We have your traitor friend!" Another thalmor guard shouted, and a group of them stormed down, chasing Malburn. "Go on!" I said to Etienne, but the trap door was locked. I summoned a bound dagger and waited for the guards to come. Malburn passed, then the first guard, then the second guard and I struck. I jumped out and stabbed him in the back of his neck, killing him. The second one turned and I fought him for a minute, but even without armor I bested him. I looted a trap door key off one of the guards' corpses. "Let's go, both of you!" I shouted as I opened the door to the reeking cave below. "Now the Thalmor are going to be hunting me for the rest of my life. I hope this was worth it!" Malburn shouted as he followed. Etienne growled, "Let's just get the hell out of here." First thing I came upon was an Elder Ice Troll, but we were on a ledge and safe. Bigger than a normal troll. I conjured a Bound Bow and took a couple shots, but he hid behind a pillar. This one was smart. Ready to play cat and mouse for a while, Malburn said, "Aaaah!" And promptly fell down to where the troll was. I sighed, hopping down and conjuring a Bound Sword. I got the Troll's attention, trading swipes with the sword, but without my armor he was proving to be a tough challenge, and I was getting beaten. And Trolls regenerate, so my withdraw and thrust tactic wasn't working. I readied Pride of Hirstaang, but I was too low in magicka (with no potions of any kind). I growled, I hate using this in front of people I don't know. I took a swipe at the troll with the bound sword and waited until he was guarding, backed off then I roared and transformed into a Vampire Lord. He was already charging at me and I took a swipe at him with my claws. I could tell he felt it, but he clawed right back. I shifted to hover, and let loose a Blood Storm. The Troll frantically attacked at me to try and bring me down, but the draining effect overcame whatever damage he could deal, and in a few seconds he was down. Of course, Malburn and Etienne were already out the end of the cave. "Vampire!" Malburn was screaming and running away. You'd have to be an idiot not to notice I was a vampire even without the transformation, but, ok. Etienne stopped and turned to me, realizing I was back to my normal state now, "You didn't have to do that for me. But thanks." I sighed, "I don't like to show that form to everyone. But that was a tough guy in there, and I only had my magic." "I understand. I don't really know what ... THAT... was, but you saved me. So you get a pass as far as I'm concerned. Malburn doesn't seem the brave type," Etienne said. "Been in there a long time?" I asked. "Months," he replied, "I came to Skyrim to try and join the Thieves' Guild." I grinned, "You're in luck." He tilted his head. "In addition to anything else you may have heard or know, I am also the Thieves' Guildmaster. Tell them I sent you," I said, "Ratway, in Riften. Oh yeah, I'll probably see you there, since I need to go find this Esburn guy. After I get my stuff with Delphine." I figure I'd just go do that before I go back and get Serana.

Hey, it's Destana. So, I just killed the Emperor of Cyrodiil and part of the rest of Tamriel. Not really Hammerfell, or Skyrim, or any of the Elven nations. Or Elswyer. That's mostly controlled by the Thalmor, I've heard. High Rock? Black... Marsh? Oh, nope. They seceded after the Oblivion Crisis. Only Cyrodiil and High Rock. WHAT AN EMPIRE! I decided I would leave Runa and the others to do the rebuilding, both of the Dawnstar Sanctuary and of the Dark Brotherhood itself. Also, Runa was intent on tackling some easy jobs of no-name people from the Night Mother. Anyway, I'm also a vampire. And I've accepted I'm going to be this way atleast for a little while. It has pretty cool powers and so far I've been able to stop myself from doing anything too heinous. People I was going to kill anyway, I just drink their blood. No problem! So I figured the 'mission' the Dawnguard gave me a couple days ago would be a neat thing to pursue. A vampire artifact seems like something that could benefit me. And even before I was a vamp I could kill other vampires without much trouble, so I figure I go as the Dawnguard guy and kill the vampires and just take the artifact for myself. Whether or not I work for the dawnguard after that is up to them, I guess. And I'm mostly done with going into dungeons by myself. I got ambushed by Falmer a few too many times for comfort in the Sightless Pit while I was working with the Helgen Boys. So, I called upon Inigo and Sofia. A slightly smaller, stealthy group. We trounced the vamps by the door with Shadowmere's help (too bad he doesn't come with us into dungeons) then headed inside. The first area was a pretty standard ranged pick-off session. As we went deeper, I found vampires fighting draugr. I let them fight it out and killed the survivor. We pushed our way in more, where a vampire was interrogating a vigilant of Stendarr. I shot him in the head and my guys finished off his two friends. And then, some kind of sliding brazier puzzle, unlike any of those in the Nord ruins. I slid them around a bit and figured it out, the bottom of the dais descended to turn into a pillar. Curious, I opened it. A woman came out. A vampire, I could tell. But her eyes were different and she didn't immediately want to kill me. (Maybe vampires just need better PR, and manners?) "Who sent you?" She asked. "Isren, of the Dawnguard. Though, I don't really work for them." "Does he work for my father?" She asked. "Who's your father?" I asked. "Hmm... well, he's very powerful. Or maybe he was," she replied, "I'm surprised a vampire wouldn't know who he is." "Yeah, well, I've been a vampire for about a week. Of course you'd be able to tell. Pretty obvious." "I could smell you before my eyes were open," she smiled. "The Dawnguard will want to kill you," I said. "I don't know why you'd associate with them. Only a matter of time until they turn on you," she said. "A means to an end. They didn't serve a purpose, other than giving me your location," I replied, "Why were you locked up here?" "I'm not sure I trust you," she replied, "But if you want to know the whole story, get me back to my family's home." "Where's that?" I asked. "West of Solitude on an island," she turned to leave, "By the way, my name is Serana. Nice to meet you." I smiled at her, "Nice to meet you too. Destana." "Holy shit is that an Elder Scroll?" I pointed to the thing on her back. "Yeah. But its mine." "Alright," I shrugged. We killed a room full of skeletons, but it was quick work for the four of us. And in a gilded throne, an Ancient Draugr Lich, though he wasn't very impressive. I snagged a word wall, then we emerged from the cave. While I was looking at my map for where to head next, I asked, "So how long were you down there?" "I dunno. Who is Skyrim's High King?" "Up for debate. I'm going to try and get it for Ulfric Stormcloak," I said. "Never heard of him," she replied. "The Empire, of course, backs Elisif. But we flushed them out," I continued. "What empire?" "The... one in Cyrodiil," I replied, "If you predate the empire, that puts you in there for ... like 450 years." "We should get back to the castle." We skirted the coast until we came to a boat overlooking the castle. I never knew this area existed. We hopped on the small boat and I rowed across. "Hey, before we go in there..." she said as we pulled ashore. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Just wanted to thank you for freeing me," she said, "After we get inside, I think I need to be on my own for a little while. Let me take the lead in there." I nodded, "Sure." "Wait... tell me something," she continued, "Why did you do this for me?" I smiled, "Frankly, I'm interested in this whole 'vampire family' thing. And you look interesting too." "Perhaps I am," she replied. "You guys should probably not come with us," I said to Inigo and Sofia. "I'll be in Riften," Inigo replied. "I think you'll miss me," Sofia said, "And I'm curious." "All right. Come in at your own risk," I said, walking in the front door. "How dare you trespass here!" A man accosted me, "Wait, Serana! I can't believe my eyes!" Then he ran to the balcony overlooking the great hall, "My lord! Serana has returned!" "My long lost daughter!" The master said as we walked down the stairs, "I trust you have my Elder Scroll." "That's the first thing you ask me when I come home?" Serana asked. "Of course I love you, daughter. Must I say it? If only your traitor mother were here. I'd put her head on a spike after the reunion. And who is this soul who brought you back to me?" "Destana." "Greetings, I am Lord Harkon. Of course, you know the nature of our family. One of the oldest vampire families. You have done me a great service. Now, I would like you to be rewarded. I offer you my blood. Take it and walk as a Lion among sheep," he said finally. "I'm already a vampire," I replied. "You contracted a disease, perhaps. But you are no true vampire. Take my offer and you'll know the difference," he explained. He groaned, then he transformed into what looked to me like a giant werebat. I smiled, "What the hell. Why not." "Hold still," he said. I awoke some time later next to a fountain of blood. "Ah, you're finally awake," he said, and I started to get crippling anxiety that I was going to wake up in a cart somewhere and this all was just a dream. "Let me show you how to use your newfound power," he continued, and I was snapped back to reality. I could feel a sudden power... like the power of being a vampire, but moreso. My skin crawled until, like blood bursting from my pores as I assumed the form he'd shown me. He went through the suite of powers my alternate form granted me. He taught me how to transform, and when we were done he told me he had a job for me. I didn't really feel great about doing jobs for a powerful vampire. This could only end badly. I may now have made a full transition into immortal monster, but I wasn't planning on doing anything I didn't want to do. But I would go along for now. I talked to Garan (one of the court vampires) who sent me to use the Bloodstone Chalice at Redwater Den. Great. More fetch. I grabbed a bit of a drink (not lethal) from one of the blood wenches there. When I got there it was 1 am. I'm not really keeping track of time very well now, since I don't really need to sleep anymore. A man was standing by the dilapidated, collapsed building. "You here for the Skooma? Go through the trapdoor," the man said. I went inside, and the doorman said to me, "If you're heading down below, keep your weapons to yourself and you'll be fine." I walked down further. A line of private rooms, people coughing pink smoke to my right, a counter to my left. "You're new down here. Welcome to the Redwater Den. Finest Skooma in the world!" The dunmer woman said. "How about a sample?" I said. Clearly not interested, I wanted to get access deeper inside. "Sure. Just pick a room," she replied, handing me a red bottle of Skooma. After looking at the patrons in the rooms, I was doubly not going to do this drug. Emaciated and dying was all I could say about them. Something inside me, call it my 'remaining humanity' wanted to stop this operation. Ironically, the easiest way to do that might be transform into my Lord form and start blasting. I resigned myself to my normal ways for now, sneaking and stealth. But I had a powerful trump card. I walked into the empty room by the barred door at the end of the hall, waited until the safety patrol was looking on in another guest, popped my head out and picked the lock, closing the door behind me silently. Beyond was a large room with large vats with a man working them. I ventured past stealthily. I wanted to disrupt this entire operation - I could see in front of my eyes what it did to people. But I would do the job first. I made my way up a ramp to a small sleeping area and found a vampire sleeping, his thrall patrolling and heading for me in her normal path. I waited behind boxes and cut her down. Either I made a lot of noise or the vampire was attuned to his thrall's wellbeing, because he started to rouse, so I stabbed him in the chest with Dawnfang. I walked to a path through what looked like it used to be a mine before the red water business. Seeing a thrall and there was nowhere to hide, I used Invisibility and got the drop on him, finishing him. I did the same with the next thrall and a skeleton, who reanimated once and I had to cut him down a second time. A secret pullchain opened up a stone wall which revealed the vampire's sanctum. I killed her two death dogs, then opened her coffin and killed her. Going deeper, I found the actual spring and overheard two more vampires talking. "Why not just drink the blood from the spring instead of run a skooma den?" The man asked. "The boss said it's not actual blood - it's just profaned," the woman replied, "Drinking it gives you strength, but it gets you pretty messed up. That's why we started selling it in Skooma." I took out my bow as I walked down to the lower area. I aimed for the man's center mass, when the woman started to walk around. I smiled, lining up a shot on the woman as she passed directly in front of the man. The arrow traveled right through her chest and clipped the man in the shoulder. By the time he looked up I was already shooting him in the head. But then I could feel half a dozen others running in my direction. I drew my sword, still with invisibility in my offhand and shrouded myself - no fair fights here! As the first one came for me but couldn't find me in the shadows, I stabbed her in the back. I strafed around a structure and went for the others, but I slipped! I toppled and fell into a hole. Falling forward, I hit my chest on a crossbeam in the pit and the second crossbeam I landed on my feet, barely keeping a grip on whatever I could purchase with my hands. I looked down about ten feet and the pit was filled with man-sized spikes. Shor's Bones! I nearly ate it right there! I jumped to the side to the path leading out of the pit, avoiding the pendulum axe blades with a Whirlwind Sprint. I wondered if it was time to test out these new skills. Yes. Yes it was. I walked up the path and as soon as I found the way out I transformed. I paved a path in blood through the rest of the people there, until I reached the Redwater Spring. Two vampires emerged from the structure on the opposite side of the pool. "Good. Now I can make quick work of both of you and return the chalice to Vialmo," the woman said. "But the plan was we take the chalice back together," the man said. "My orders were actually to kill you both," she replied. Still in Lord form, I just threw some drains and was done with the both of them. I exited and realized I was in a back room with barrels of the skooma, behind the counter at the beginning. I decided it was time. Popped out from the back room and instantly slew the receptionist, then the safety guard. Then the skooma producer. I continued my onslaught until all the dealers were dead, including the doorman and the outside doorman. Unfortunately, all the addicts had already died of their extensive use. I headed back toward the castle. But decided I would take the scenic route. I passed through Fort Greenwall - a bandit fort. When I got there, two Eldergleam Druids, or Storm Mages seemed to be attacking, but they were killed by the bandits before I even reached them. I just killed all the bandits. Something I may have done anyway, but with every kill I enhanced my Lord powers, some of which enhanced my regular vampire powers now. I transformed back into my regular form to travel. I passed by Windhelm near sunset and I figured it was a good time to take a break and get a snack (hehe). I walked into the Palace of Kings and Ulfric was still sitting on his throne. "Hey!" He shouted from across the hall. "Hey, Ulfric! Is Fenrir annoying you that much?" I said as I slowly walked towards him, making sure not to approach the throne yet. "Actually, quite the opposite. Training the boy this past month or so has been a great distraction from court affairs." "Where is he now?" "Galmar took him out for a hunt this morning. Should be back tonight." "Ahh... now I see why you're bored," I said. "Why... why are you staying so far away? Would you come closer so I don't have to shout?" He asked. "Sure, but, I'm going to ask you to prepare yourself," I warned him. I'd been wearing my full helm on my way into town, though a lot of random townspeople don't seem to notice the blatantly obvious golden eyes. "All right," he said. I got closer and pulled off the helm, my white hair falling into place. "I see. You're a vampire now," he said, not sure what to make of this. "So you're one of the perceptive ones," I said. "I see you're in control of yourself," he looked me over, "Either vampires aren't the feral beasts easily swayed to evil we've been told about, or you have a lot of willpower." "Meh, it's not so bad. I do have cravings, yeah. But, really, killing a dozen bandits is a normal Tirdas for me. Now I just drink their blood." "As far as I know, there's no cure," he said, "Except, becoming a werewolf." "That doesn't seem like a solution. Like burning your house down to kill a rat infestation," I replied, "Anyway, I think I might stay this way for a while." He raised an eyebrow, "Going to raise a few questions about your legitimacy as a prophesied... savior of... whatever." He chuckled. He was just trying to push my buttons, but he could see it wasn't working. "My thoughts exactly!" I smirked, "So, are you curious?" "Curious...?" "You know..." I started, then I walked up the steps to the throne and sat on his lap, "You might be asking yourself, 'is it cold now?' The answer might surprise you." I kissed him, biting his lip a little. He blinked, "Hey, Jorlief, leave us be. Tell the guards at the door to step outside for a bit." "Are you sure, my Thane?" The steward whispered, "She's a vampire, you know." "Jorlief!" He said back, "I trust the Dragonborn implicitly. We're practically..." He looked at me. I wasn't sure what he was going to say, but I think I wanted to know. Jorlief walked out. "What were you going to say there?" I asked. "... Family," he replied. "What are you proposing?" I said, but it came out as, 'What? Are you proposing?' "Perhaps," he said, "A High King needs a proper queen." "I'm anything but proper," I chuckled, and so did he. "Sure you want a commoner, slave, prisoner...vampire as your queen?" I asked. "You're you. No matter what you become," he replied. "That is the most wise thing I've ever heard you say, old man. I think you really have changed in the past decade," I said, "You know what? I think I have a plan to finally make you High King. Wait awhile and we'll see if it works out." "Psh! We'll see. Old man!" He said, but I pulled him close and kissed him again. Of course, we had sex on the throne. And on the platform. And then we went to his bedchamber. After about 4 times, he told me he was feeling very tired so I brought him food and water from his table, and let him know I didn't need to sleep as long as I fed. My powers of charisma must've grown, because then I asked him if I could taste his blood, and he said yes without hesitation. I could feel the power. I already guessed he might be a blue blood. He went to sleep and I laid there for a while. But I was wide awake after the invigorating drink. When I heard him snoring, I got up silently and crept out, throwing on some old dark robes. I walked down the hall and looked in a couple rooms. One of them was one of Ulfric's trusted warriors. Another - Galmar, who was fast asleep. I smiled. I went to the next room and sure enough, Fenrir was there. He looked over at me as I opened the door. "Oh, sorry, kid. I figured you'd be asleep," I said. "Mom! Come over," he replied, "We got back about an hour ago." I laid next to my boy and we snuggled. He was still a boy, but he was definitely a big boy now. "Aren't you tired?" I asked. "Yeah. We hunted bears. But I can't sleep," he said. "Look at you. You've become brave," I said. "You've become a vampire," he said, giggling. "Yep," I shrugged, and we got up and went over to the table next to his bed with two chairs, "I don't need to eat or sleep." He grabbed an apple and ate while I explained it to him. He seemed okay with the idea. For the first time since I'd let him stay here, I took a good look at him. He definitely looked stronger. His hair was braided. His skin had darkened even more than mine because he was outside all the time. He'd laid down in his armor - the new Stormcloak armor, and he looked good in it. "Honey, you shouldn't sleep in your armor. Causes aches and pains," I said. "Yeah. I figured I'd go straight to sleep, was too tired to take it off," he replied, "But here we are. Mom, are you going to stay? Or are we going back home?" It'd been a while since I'd been to the house. "Nah, I just wanted to check on you," I said, "You keep working on your sword arm and I'll be back for you in a bit." "I use an axe now," he smiled, showing it off next to his Stormcloak round shield. "Looks good on you," I said back. I laid with him until he went to sleep, and by the time it was almost sunrise (ugh, sun). I left and finally went back to Volkihar castle. I approached Garan and immediately said, "Two of your vampire buds tried to kill me. They're dead now." "Good. Welcome to court politics," he said back, "Return the chalice to Lord Harkon." I walked into his private room where he was sitting across from the fireplace, brooding. He looked up from his pursuit to say, "Good. You're here." I sat down beside him, "You wanted to see me?" "Yes. When I told you I was grateful for returning my daughter, I didn't tell you everything. I wasn't sure I could trust you yet." "I suspected as much. Only a fool reveals everything upfront," I replied. "Your cunning serves you well," he said, back, "As you know, vampires are powerful but we have limits. The sun." "Yeah, I do kinda hate the sun these days," I said back. "A great enemy. For centuries I searched for a way to deal with it. I found an old prophecy written by a moth priest about Elder Scrolls. It tells of a time when vampires will have dominion over the sun. I believe the answer lies in Serana's Elder Scroll. I'm assembling the court. I have a task for you. Come. Hear my proclamation." He stepped out onto the platform in the main room while I joined the court. "Scions of the night! Hear my words! The time has finally come! A new age of darkness begins!" I narrowed my eyes. Age of darkness, eh? I do dislike the sun. But, a lot of things depend on it. I would not only say this plan is selfish, but also stupid. If there's no sun, there will be no plants, so no animals. If there are no plants and animals, there will be no humans. And thus, no vampires. I decided I was going to go along with this plan until Harkon tipped his hand and sabotage it. "I have spread false rumors of an Elder Scroll here to draw a moth priest to Skyrim," Harkon continued. Not exactly false, we actually have a scroll, but ok... "Go forth, and find him," Harkon finished. I walked up next to the platform and noticed Serana'd come out of her hiding places. She turned toward me, "You going to look for him?" "Yeah," I said. "Want company?" She asked. "From you... yes," I replied. She smiled, "Any ideas?" "Nope. What about you?" "How about the College of WInterhold?" She asked. "Yeah, they do have a pretty big library there," I said back. And I could visit my other boy. We traveled across Skyrim on Shadowmere. On the bridge to Winterhold I asked, "You alright? Happy to be back with your family?" "The reception was pretty cold, even for vampires," she said back, "I can't believe the first thing he asked was if I had the Elder Scroll." "Yeah. Sorry," I said. Why was I apologizing? I walked through the doors and realized it was nighttime. I went towards the librarian's bunkroom. I asked Serana to stay outside, then I stealthily walked into his room and stole the big sack of coins on his nightstand. Then I woke him up with, "Hey, do you know where to find a moth priest?" "Moth... priest?" He rubbed his eyes, "Usually in Cyrodiil. But there was one here recently. Think he left for Dragon Bridge." "You taking any of your master tests soon?" He asked. "I dunno. I kinda got distracted from my studies," I nodded, "Thanks." I walked back out, and cruised over to Damien's room. But he was just sitting in the common room by a stack of books a mile high. "Hey kid, what you doing up at 4 am?" I asked. "Mom!" He shouted, then ran up and hugged me, "I'm studying. I've learned a lot of destruction spells. Wanna see?" "Can't stay long. On the hunt for a moth priest." "Aww," he groaned, "But there's no classes today." I pursed my lips, "Wanna come with us for a while?" "Sure! Who's this?" He asked. "I'm Serana. Nice to meet you," she said. Of all the things he could've said, I assumed it would be along the lines of 'spooky girl,' but he said, "You're pretty." She blushed. I laughed, "He's right. This is my son, Damien." "Son, huh? He's aware we're vampires, right?" She asked. "Of course I am!" Damien smiled, "I think I have you beat! I'm half daedra!" "Well, I guess you do, kid," Serana smiled. We all three cruised on over to Dragon Bridge. I was in the middle, with Serana behind and Damien in front. While we were riding, I noticed he'd changed a little bit too. He was definitely starting to show his father's angular chin. But he looked handsome, especially with the hair out of his face. "Nice haircut," I said to him over the wind. "Thanks. Figured the old one was a kids' haircut. Nice eyes, by the way," he smirked. He looked back at me, "So is this your new girlfriend?" Serana didn't hear him or didn't react. I replied, "Your dad and I aren't technically broken up." "Mom, I know how you operate. Nonexclusive," Damien said, "I'm not blind. Not that there's anything wrong with that." I smiled, "I'm just helping her and her dad out. What about you? Met any girls?" "I may be aging a little faster than a normal boy, but I still think girls are icky," Damien replied. I laughed. I accosted the first guard I saw, "Seen a moth priest?" "They rode south a while ago, over the bridge," he replied. So we took off on foot after the group. Not too far there was a toppled-over carriage, three dead and blood smeared all over the road. The vampire's bags held a note written by Malkus, another court vampire, "Prepare an ambush at Dragon Bridge. Take the Priest to the Forebears' Hideout until I can come break him." Another court squabble? By this point I was starting to get a little pissed at these bickering children that call themselves vampires. We ran off in search of the hideout. This time I transformed right off the bat (that's a pun), to which Serana commented, "Beautiful," when she saw my naked form. I would beg to differ, but, it does get the job done. I cut down the Dawnguard there that were struggling with the vampires, then I killed the vampires as well. Damien seemed to freeze during the battle, unable to cast even a single spell to help me. I picked him up when it was over and told him I'd take him back to the college where he'd be safe. I released the Moth priest and used my vampiric powers of seduction to make him a thrall. I decided to take Damien back first - I stopped off to visit the Archmage during the night and sneak feed him. I had assumed he was a blue blood too, and I was right. Then I returned the moth priest to Volkihar Castle. I was sorry Damien didn't get to show off his new destruction spells, but really, this was some heavy stuff we were dealing with. "Somehow I knew it would be you who found him," Harkon said. "More of your court's boys just getting in the way," I said. "Whatever. Just command your thrall to read the scroll," Harkon replied. "Well, go on," I said to the priest. He opened it. "A bow. This is Auriel's Bow. Among the night's children, a dread lord will arise. In an age of strife, when dragons return to the realm of men, darkness will mingle with light and day and night will become one," he continued, "I think there is more to this. Written on other Elder Scrolls. One that speaks of ancient blood. One of dragons." "Bah," I scoffed, "After all that you mean to say I need to find another TWO Elder Scrolls?" Harkon folded his arms, "It seems so. Not as useful as I might have liked. Even so, good job." "Any clue where I can find them?" I asked. "One was stolen away by my traitor wife. The other is locked away in some dwemer ruin somewhere," he replied. I walked outside. A moment later Serana appeared next to me, "I might have an idea where to get the Blood scroll." "Why didn't you say something?" I asked. "Less chance of getting ambushed again," she smiled at me, then she eyed me for a moment, "And I think we both know the path this line of jobs is going down." She studied me for a moment, "Would you consider yourself... a good person?" "Not really. But if you're wondering if I'm on board with the 'night conquering the day,' then no. It's idiotic." "So you're just working with him until you can steal away what you need here and keep him from fulfilling his goal?" Serana smiled her devilish smile at me. "What started out as curiosity and want to explore these new powers, turned into that, yes. What is between you and your father anyway that you'd turn against him too?" "The prophecy is his life. I don't even think he sees me as his daughter anymore. Just a means to an end," she replied. "So where's the scroll?" I asked. "Like he said, my mother has it. We just need to find my mother." "That's not really a lead." "She said she would be hiding somewhere he would never search," Serana said. "Sounds unhelpful." "Yeah, I can't think of a single place he hasn't looked already." "How about..." I started, "How about in the castle?" Her red eyes flashed a bit of hope, "You're a genius. I bet it has something to do with her Alchemy garden. My father hates going there." "How do we get there?" "Well, in order not to rouse suspicion... we should go in the secret entrance. C'mon!" She said, leading me around the side of the castle. We swam around the outside of the island and let me just say I'm glad I'm a vampire right now, because the freezing waters didn't kill me. We fought our way into and through the undercroft (I transformed again to make short work of the things there). Then we reached a courtyard with a sundial puzzle. I reverted to my natural form to work on the puzzle. "This looks much more desolate than last time I was here," Serana said, "She used to have so many plants growing here. Now it's just weeds. I bet my father wrecked the place and walled it off when she left." "Look," I pointed up, to what looked like a vampire lord or gargoyle perching on the rafters silently. "It doesn't seem to be reacting to our presence," Serana said, "I think... the Night Matron is her name?" I pulled out my bow. Because why not? Realizing the Vampire Lord form would not stand up to another monster that was pure muscle, I decided I would use my traditional approach. I pulled out a fire arrow and shot her in the head. She roared and flew right for me. One claw swipe and I was hurting. I chugged a potion and dodged around the moon dial. I decided I would use some tactics here. I charged up and cast Pride of Hirstaang, summoning a bear to take the hits for me. Then I chugged a magicka potion and cast Summon Inigo and Summon Sofia. He appeared ready to go, but she appeared completely naked (but with a sword in her hand - thank the gods!) The bear went down and the Night Matron went for Serana, who was holding her own for a bit with her drain power. I peppered the thing with Elemental Bolts and then more Fire Arrows when I ran out of Magicka again. The creature went for Inigo now, who'd drawn its attention with a great deal of shots with the bow. Sofia supported with Ice Shards, then sword strikes when it came close to them. I laid one final shot into the thing and it died as I ran out of Fire Arrows. "Thanks, guys," I said, and I handed them each a sack of coins. "Yeah, well, you keep calling me when I'm naked," Sofia said, "I'm outta here." "Sure I can't interest you guys in a dungeon crawl?" I asked, "It's a vampire castle." "I'm leaving too. This place gives me the creeps," Inigo said. "Just go that way out, back the way we came in," I said. Then I started on the puzzle. "My fellow... traveling companion," Serana said awkwardly. "Yes?" I fiddled with the dial. "This garden used to be very serene. But it hasn't aged well," she said, "I mean... I wasn't..." Wow, hundreds of years old and she still gets tongue-tied. It was that moment I could tell she was starting to get interested in me. "You trying to flirt with me or something?" "That's... entirely possible," she said. I proceeded to solve the moon dial puzzle and a spiral stairway opened up. "Wow," Serana said. "You wouldn't believe how many puzzles I've solved since I got to Skyrim," I said. We continued on. "I've never even been to this part of the castle," she said. And we walked in on a group of skeletons sitting down at a table. They arose. After that last fight, they were pretty easy. I used my transformed state again. In the next room was a gargoyle, but I let him hit me while I drained and he couldn't even keep up with the damage! In a moment, he collapsed into a pile of rocks. We piledrove our way through the rest of them - me gaining power as a Vampire Lord all the while. Until we finally reached the alchemical lab. A large open room with a spiral on the floor and lots of still-preserved alchemical components strewn about. Serana walked around a few minutes, talking about the contents of the laboratory. I found an alcove with books in it. Some good picks, and her journal, which I gave to Serana. She cracked it open. After a minute she said, "Ah, yes. She told me about her theories about the Soul Cairn." "What's that?" "Well, when you soul capture, you don't actually use the soul as fuel. You trade the soul for an eternity of servitude to... whatever is in there, and they grant you the power to enchant your stuff," she explained, "If she's made it there, we should figure out how. The circle in the center of the room is definitely a portal." "Let's see..." she listed off the ingredients in the book, "Damn it." "Hmm?" "We're also going to need a sample of her blood," Serana said. "Well, you're half her. Maybe your blood would work?" I shrugged. "Hopefully," she shrugged. I ran around and just gathered up all the ingredients and sorted them out in front of the activation brazier. Then I dumped the correct ones in. "The rest is up to me," she said, "Might want to stand back. I'm not sure what's going to happen (if anything) when I do this." "Before we go in, what do you plan do say to your mother if we find her?" I asked. "I've been asking that question since we started going through the undercroft," she folded her arms, "She was so sure about what she was doing." "Sounds like she did it to protect you," I replied. "Maybe. A vampire mother is still a mother, I guess," she replied. "So how did you become a vampire?" I asked. "Is this the time?" She asked. "We've been going nonstop since we met. If not now to take a break, when?" I asked. "Alright. Well, do you know where vampirism came from?" "I would guess a daedric lord," I replied. "Molag Bal. He is powerful, and his will is made manifest. The first vampire wasn't a willing subject, I'm told. My whole family took part in the same ritual. It was... degrading." "Ah... Old Molag Balls," I said, "Anything to do with the Daedric Lord of Rape sounds ungood." "Please, let's not talk about this anymore," she looked away. I grabbed her and held her close. "What... are you doing?" She asked. "I'm giving you a hug," I replied, "Has it really been that long since somebody touched you lovingly?" "Maybe..." She said. I pulled her close and kissed her. "What... was that?" She asked. "You know, I've faced death a hundred times at this point. And still I'm here," I said, "I just met you, but now we're traveling to another dimension of beings that trap souls." "What are you saying?" She asked. "I feel like this might be my last chance to do this. We might die in there. Or something much worse," I said. "Do what?" I kissed her again, "You know what I want." She could feel it too. The inevitable pull of death. The weight of regret. We undressed each other. And then we made love.

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The Story of the Red WitchChapter Twenty: The Bloodstone Chalice Starting 2/22/2019 This story will be updated Tuesdays and Fridays until it's caught up (there MAY be additional uploads if I'm feeling in the mood to do so) XD

Hi folks, I used to post to reddit as shubniggorath, creating various lore-friendly lewd fics with screenshots that I hosted on imgur, but got my account blocked there. So migrating some of my content to a blog here. First to migrate, a story of Serana and Dawnguard set in the background of A New Order while the Dragonborn is off recruiting allies for Isran. Hope you enjoy.

Story [UPDATED] Act I - Awakening Ten years. The majority of that time spent honoring the chosen mandate of protecting Solitude. But what does that matter, when a mere suggestion is more powerful than truth? A suggestion that requires no in depth understanding, just supposition. Due to that, I had friends turn on me. Those who I had served with, some I had even helped train. But the belief, was stronger than any friendship or camaraderie we may have had. The truth was obvious - but the lie existed to placate those who knew justice would not be served to the one responsible for some time. So in this, they went for any scapegoats they had. Such as I, who supposedly assisted in Ulfric's escape, when it was another guard whom I tried to stop, but ended up knocked cold on the battlements. Too much mead a few hours earlier, perhaps, which in the moment could not have been the mistake it eventually became. Along with Roggivr, who they knew assisted in Ulfric's escape, and knew he had knocked me out that night. But his action towards me? Ignored. Instead, all they cared about was they had someone to lead to the chopping block, and perhaps a second waiting to calm their nerves. I honestly do not know. So I spent a week in the dungeons, thinking about how much merits, truly meant. If people believed you had done something wrong, even if common sense should tell those making the decision, you did not? Nothing - for they perhaps, believed it too. But then I was released, with a brief apology, and I have to think being bitter for what happened is justified. Though even so, I did not have the thought to take any revenge. At least, not until that night a few days later, when I...died. The rumors existed. Even surrounding the Court Mage of Solitude, but those were ones that seemed, safe. But others, were less so. Many feared them, and rightly so. My own thoughts were not specific, and seemed less relevant when I had to stare one down that night, the thought instantly going through my head, that a veil had been lifted from my eyes. No longer rumor, no longer myth, or stories told to inspire fear in children, and grown men and women. Though it was to be more than that. No mere assault in the middle of the night, no. An attack, as I realized there were at least four of them. Vampires. The blur I watched was taxing. Not vivid memories, just flashes of events. Drawing my sword to face down the "monster", one of them being killed by me, another guard being fed on by another one of them, two of them assaulting a woman who had been nearly stripped naked, and then one I had missed, managing to use a fallen sword to impale me through the stomach. The fall seemed, endless. Then the last, the sight of yet another, who seemed far more timid than the rest.. She leaned down, saying only "I am sorry . I tried to stop them, and they would not listen". The last thing I remember from that night was a pain in my neck, and something being forced down my throat. The next is, cold, the stone and faint warmth of candles, the sound of creaking bones. In a rage, I felt what seemed like the snarl of a wolf come from my own throat. I had no questions as to what happened. It seemed, irrelevant. Something that may become nothing more than a past life, one I no longer live. Stumbling to the streets of Solitude, I took the slight of a guard. The rage built again, with a flare in my veins. So be it. They believe Vampires to be a monsters creatures? They have no idea. Act II - Vampire The concept of Evil is hard for most to understand. They see it as something simple, perhaps branding a wolf attacking defenseless livestock as such. Forgetting the natural order of things, believing themselves so high above it, that it should never effect them. To them, it is not natural, for they have progressed past it, even if their own actions make that belief a lie. The only real progression is, that some do not have to hunt for their food - as others can be paid to do that work in their stead. Any upset in that flow, and those who are used to it, feel reason to complain. Where exactly would I fall in that? Somehow, I feel no reason to lay claim on a name for wealth, power or anything else. While others are content with leaning on political power, though once I had no care or concern for these thoughts, now I believe that such power is, weak. For it only takes a better opinion to change everything, to make you lose that power. Or, someone who does not care about rules, only that they want something, and their actions to get it, will not be about staying in line. Yet, I still find this a bore, since it is more about discussion and debate, than actions. About three months ago, I was sent to investigate this old structure, near a northern road in Haafingar, which itself was on a hill sloping down to meet the Sea of Ghosts. It seemed to be an old mausoleum, the architecture being of a sort I had never seen before. Though I was told the place was very old, going on perhaps a few thousand years, and yes, most were curious as to why it was still standing. Though there were similar examples of such places in Skyrim - Nordic and Dwemer ruins, for example. So most did not consider that point, too much of a surprise. But when I arrived, it was not exactly the ruin I was expecting. Surely, it had the expected trappings - a few gravestones around the seemingly small structure, their names far too faded to read, and signs of recent travel, the snow being disturbed by someone other than me. But this paled in comparison to the two lit braziers next to the entrance. Along with the fact that it was clear this place had signs of habitation. Of what sort I did not know, but at the time, I felt, perhaps, unconcerned? I am unsure as to why, but I left the place soon after, almost putting it out of my mind. Though when I left Solitude after the events which changed me, it seemed to come back, for reasons I am still unsure of. What I found, was that the place was empty. However, it no longer seemed to be the sort of mausoleum that perhaps Solitude's Hall of the Dead is. Instead, it seemed pristine, decorated for royalty, possessing various trappings that would not be entirely out of place in Solitude. Save for perhaps the few things that suggested this place was not meant for the residence of mortals. Such as the low fog that permeated the place, the persistent cold in spite of the various lit braziers, and behind one of the doors, was a room containing an upright coffin, lined with red velvet, and made from dark wood. I have perhaps done stranger things recently, and I have no illusions that such events will not become more frequent. Act III - Dawnguard What faith did I possess? What considerations did I make for what is right and wrong? Well, is it not perhaps clear? Even days of being a Vampire has not really turned my perceptions of them, since I truthfully did not have a real perception before. How can you forge a belief in, or of a creature that may be nothing more than mere myth? A story meant to scare you, meant to keep you from wandering the streets at night. As if such a story does not make you give into the fear of such a thing, giving them power over you - and yet you are meant to hate them with these stories. Meant to somehow not fear this vast unknown that seems incomprehensible to you. However, what makes it worse, would be those who have a strong belief in the Divines, to the point of being bloodthirsty themselves, wanting to snuff out any traces of Daedric Worship, which naturally included Vampires. The Vigilants of Stendarr, a group that somehow had some political sway in Skyrim, ironically enough, because they themselves were known to spread fear of Daedra, and all the entities they spawn. Perfect bait for a uncultured, unknowing province that, like others in the Emprie, had suffered through the Oblivion Crisis so long ago. True or not, the things they say are not exactly meant to make you fear Daedra - they mean to make you fear what the Vigilants will do to you, if you in any way, consort with them. Yet, I had known Haafingar and the rest of Skyrim to not like the idea of just anyone assuming the authority of the guards, and what have you. But on this, perhaps I am mistaken? Though in truth, what seems far more important is not even the Vigilants. Rather, another group, whom I found out about when I, perhaps in a fit of nostalgia, decided to patrol around Solitude's front gate in the middle of the night. None of the other guards seemed to care, and perhaps I did not either. Though my attention soon took to an Orc, wearing armor of a make I had yet to see, and when his eyes met mine, he began walking twoards me. He explained to me that he was in Solitude recuriting those willing to join the Dawnguard, a group of mercenaries that sought to hunt down...VAMPIRES? There was no confusion in his eyes. No hint that his reaction to me was any different from speaking with any of the other guards. I questioned to myself, how he possibly did not know. However, he explained the reason for the group's apparent reformation was to fight the growing fear of Vampire attacks in Skyrim. Something I knew about. He suggested that if I was interested, which I cheekly did show interest in, perhaps just because I was curious, that I should travel to a fort southeast of Riften, where I would find members of the Dawnguard massing, though it seemed that might not be the right word for it. Why? At least two days later, and that means a carriage ride with my red cloak over my head during the day, I arrived to find very few people. A young man greeted me once I entered the valley, and I later found out that he was nothing more that a farm boy wanting to join the Dawnguard and fight Vampires. By the gods...he has no idea what he is in for, and does not care? The fool. I did not talk to the others, save for one who was the leader of the group, Isran. Though on that matter I did not have a choice, since I entered to find him and a man who seemed to be a Vigilant, from what he was saying - which was interesting by itself. I had heard of a place known as the Hall of the Vigilant, home of the group in Skyrim, located southwest of Dawnstar, in the Pale. This Vigilant, Tolan, suggested that it had recently been attacked by Vampires, and that it's leader, Carcette, had been killed. But, there was more. Apparently the Vampires had a goal in mind - a cave in the mountains above the Hall had something the Vampires were after, and the task appointed to me, was to find out what this was. I found it interesting they made little mention of "go kill all the Vampires you find", but perhaps this means they have a little more sense than would be expected. How absurd is their consideration for this task? Travel for a few days halfway across the province to obtain information? Though the only reprieve I had from this, would be that I already had knowledge of the area. I had the curiosity to pay a visit to the likely charred hulk of the Vigilant's Hall, but I did not do so. For I viewed this task as far more important, though I was not likely as concerned about it, as perhaps these Dawnguard were. To suggest that I did not encounter Vampires, would be a lie. However, it seemed true that with my weapons, and skill in using them, they proved little trouble. Perhaps due to the fact that my knowledge of blacksmithing lead me to melt down all those silver coins I found in these Nordic ruins, into enough silver to make a fine silver blade - one that I had also previously crafted in steel. In addition, my recently gained knowledge of enchanting magic, allowed me to place such magic on this silver blade - an effect which seemed to bind the soul of a creature to a gem, if they died while under the effect of this magic. Against these Vampires, such an effect was not too important, but the silver was. It strains me to consider that it should be dangerous for me as well, but I do not feel repelled, blinded, or anything else while wielding this blade. Another point to make was my favor of the crossbow. A sight common to some guards in Solitude, and I preferred it over the much more common bow. The Dawnguard did suggest that such a weapon was effective against Vampires, and it seemed they were indeed correct. I did note that they did seem to be after something here. Yet for the few words I eavesdropped on, they did not know exactly what. Or if they did, they seemed to be avoiding saying it outright. Perhaps they knew of my presence, even if they did not immediately attack me? Or perhaps they wished to keep the knowledge from their lessers - thralls bent on the service of these Vampires. In what seemed like a large cavern, I took in the sight of something that I had never seen before, yet the architecture, was familiar to me. What looked like the same stone used on the Mausoleum, was also used here. But this was no undercroft, this was something else. Even the Vampires trying to unlock it's mystery had no idea what to do. Though they were more of a challenge, I still did not exert too much effort in dispatching them. More to the point, I stood in the middle of a circle of arches, surrounding a single, waist height pillar. Scattered around this circle was also a number of silver vessels, each containing some vibrant violet powder. Perhaps I found this just as confusing as them, though one detail stood out - atop the pillar, was a silver dome, with a faint red cast. Perhaps a mistake, but I chose to place my palm on this. I quickly realized it would be a mistake, were I not a Vampire. A steel spike pierced my hand, and I watched as purple energy surrounded me, filling the channels in the floor. Given my notice of the vessels, it now seemed a simple matter. Moving them into certain positions lit a flame, and soon the floor dropped toward the center, revealing a stone monolith beneath the center of the dais. When I put my hand on it's surface, it slid away, as a woman fell out of it, an into my arms. When she looked up, I looked into a pair of glowing, red eyes. "Who...who are you?" Act IV - BLOODLINE She knew. Just as I knew the exact same truth about her - she was a Vampire, like me. Only, that seemed to not be it. I do not know how, but I could tell that there was something different about her, which I could not even begin to guess what it was. Her clothing was decidedly unique, something I had not seen before - save for something similar on some of the Vampires I had encountered in this very tomb - which I had even stripped one of the Vampires of, almost like a perverse trophy, since I had to profusely wave it around, trying to get rid of all the dust and ash. Which brings to mind an almost scary thought, that if I should die, I would leave behind the same. Not that I am really concerned about taking up space in some crypt at this point, though it is true Skyrim had traditions of burials that, in some way, involved burning a corpse, rather than the more common earthen burials in Cyrodiil, or so it seemed. But what I took note of otherwise, would be two things - one, that she had some sort of large, golden scroll hanging from her back, and that at her waist, was a sword of, like her attire, a make I had not seen. The scroll seemed to be something of value, and while my thoughts decidedly did not focus much on that point, the question I had to ponder was if it held significance. The sword merely suggested she had some skill with one, which I could certainly appreciate, given that it seemed she was going to be a companion in my travels, if only because she had a request to make of me, and she also gave me her name - Serana. Which was that she wanted to travel to her families home, off the northern coast of Haafingar, northwest of Solitude. Perhaps a place I had seen before? I recalled to her a castle I had seen in the distance while traveling the coast, and she confirmed that to likely be the place. I agreed to her request, and we left the ruin together. Though it seems we were not to travel for days to reach this place. She mentioned that, if I knew where it was, she could offer to get us there quicker. I saw the slight smirk on her face as she mentioned that I should take her hand, and told me to, trust her. I shrugged, and eagerly took her hand. When I did, I first watched as her form dissipated into a swarm of bats, and it was not be only her, but myself as well. How long this took, I am unsure, but I saw flashes during this time. Sights of a small village in the swamps of Hjaalmarch, flying over Solitude, the coast of Haafingar, and when these flashes stopped, I was staring at the castle in the distance, a small dock before us, with boat that could take us there. "Um, this is part where we get into the boat, you with me?" Traveling in the boat, I felt somewhat, anxious. I had no idea what outcome my choices would lead to, and in a sense, I was both terrified and unconcerned. Mostly because I knew that, I had not felt the need for food in the last few days, and perhaps beyond the odd bottle of ale or mead, the only thing sustaining me was blood. Something obvious, to be sure, but it was something to consider when I thought about what would be my future. The knowledge of a Vampire's longevity, is something that most stories and legends suggest, the only fear there being that if such a detail is not at all true. If it was, that would mean that death would be far less likely of a possibility than if perhaps I had remained as one of the Solitude guards. Though that was not it, I felt it might be best to consider it all later. After all, it occurred to me that, I was about to meet Serana's family, and while my intentions of marriage might be far off, I still felt as if I was going to ask a question that I was not ready for. Once we landed on the island, I could not help but marvel at the castle. It seemed a place which was way past it's prime, like any apparently abandoned fortress might be, but with this one, it suggested it was still in use, with the braziers lit behind a gate, which clearly lead inside. It was a thought I had to change into that leather outfit, which I did in this seemingly unused watchtower near the dock, with Serana politely waiting outside. When I emerged, I nodded to her, and I saw an expression on her face which was hard for me to read. I paid little attention to it, as I headed up the stone walkway to the castle, but eventually, she tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned, she seemed, just as anxious as I was on the boat. She explained, perhaps vaguely, that it might not be the best situation I was getting into. That she did not know how people would react to her, much less me. I asked if she was okay, and with words of gratitude, she suggested we enter. When I turned, I witnessed an old man standing just inside the gate, who loudly proclaimed "Lady Serana's back - open the gate!" When we entered, I first took in the short entrance hall - a pair of gargoyles sat on both sides of the room, a blue carpet with Nordic designs lead to the main hall, and from the windows on the left, a shaft of moonlight entered the room. Before us was unquestionably an Altmer, whose attire was similar to what I currently wore, only his was instead, grey. He looked at me with a certain look of disapproval, his glowing eyes not causing me the fear it may have instilled in others. "How dare you trespass here..." He then turned his eyes to Serana, who barely regarded him, but the look in his eyes changed. "...Serana? Is that truly you?" I stepped forward, cautiously, while the Altmer move forward into the main hall, standing against a railing between two downward staircases. "My Lord, everyone - Serana has returned!". (To be Continued...) Modlist [UPDATED] Screenshots [UPDATED]

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