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AYONE WickedWhims Sex Animations View File RECOMMENDED: Salarmojs HandCuffs CherryPie CumMesh HERE IS MY PATREON IF YOU WANT TO SUPPORT ME AND GET EXCLUSIVE ANIMATIONS EVERY MONTH!: https://www.patreon.com/ayone REGULAR ANIMATIONS: PATREON ANIMATIONS: NEWEST PATREON ANIMATIONS PREVIEW: Submitter Ayone Submitted 03/31/2022 Category Animations - WickedWhims Requires

SexLab Drunk Redux View File This is a re-imagination of vinfamy's SL Drunk that attempts to provide more features, while being more compatible with regular gameplay/other mods at the same time. -------------------------------------------------- Have a drink alone or with friends. Have fun with others or get used after being drugged. Contains both dominant and submissive content for both male and female PCs. To get started, simply consume any alcoholic item, or share one of your drinks with an NPC by selecting the "Let's have a drink together." dialogue. If someone doesn't like you, they will probably say no. Features An MCM to configure different parameters. Comes with a debug page for troubleshooting. Make advances on NPCs after sharing a drink with them. NPCs may approach you with different intentions. Have a drink together, or maybe some fun. Some actions have consequences. Spiked drinks will make you more vulnerable and not everyone will take no for an answer. Your vision will blur around the edges, or overall, to indicate how drunk you are. Being drunk will also make you move slower. Differences compared to SL Drunk No vanilla records modified. Dialogue won't always have the same outcome. Spiked drinks will make you drunk more quickly. After sobering up, NPCs won't keep approaching you indefinitely. No broken followers! Requirements SkyUI SexLab Framework Fuz Ro D-oh Powerofthree's Papyrus Extender for SSE (for v1.3+) Compatibility This should work with pretty much anything, even mods that modify the vanilla alcohol items. No existing items/records were touched. Future content No current plans. I don't use a lot of SL mods for stability reasons. Suggestions are welcome. Submitter Creek191 Submitted 12/19/2019 Category Misc Sex Requires SkyUI, SexLab Framework, Fuz Ro D-oh, Powerofthree's Papyrus Extender for SSE Regular Edition Compatible No  

View File Skyrim, a land torn apart by civil war. Dragons attack villages at daytime, taking the struggleing farmers their homes and cattle. Vampires and Werewolfs raid at nighttime, making hardy men fear the night again. The roads are in the hands of bandits and every cave and cementy is infested by the undead. - But you have the all-protecting bedroll! The pillow-fortress of tight sleep! The holy bed of restedness! Just lay down into the fluffy sheets and nothing will harm you, for hours and days. Until now! Dangerous Nights 2 will turn the nights of Skyrim into a dangerously-arousing entertainment for all adventurers and vermin out there! Key Features: + random chance to be suprised in your sleep + chances depending on your sleep location + the longer you sleep the higher the chance + full follower support - will they be victims or attackers? + let a follower take the guard for the night + NPCs can be choosen from the surroundings + immersive NPC spawn from a long list of presets + spells to mark mod added homes and follower + set your custom save rooms where night attacks don't make sense Night Attacks: During yor sleep, there is a chance of being the target a night attack. The chance is calculated exponentially depending on the type of location you are sleeing in. As a result a night attack is almost certain in longer sleep sessions. The attacker can eigher be NPCs close around, your own follower or randomly spawned NPCs that fit into the location, including various animals. Guard: You can give one of your follower the order to stand guard at night and warn you on incoming attackers. But it might happen that your guard wants a piece of the jucy cake called dovahkiin for itself. Or, when unsatisfied, the guard might agree on some nightly fun with the dark strangers. But beware, your guard also can fall asleep on duty or be ambushed! Safty is never certain. MCM: Most functions and aspects can be configured in the MCM. The option should be self-explaining. In the "Debug" tab you have acess to three exclusive spells to fix problems with mod-added stuff: The follower spell: Mod-added follower are not in the appropriate faction and can't be found by DN2. Hitting them with this spell fixes that. The custom home spell: Not all mod-added player homes come with the appropiate keyword. Cast this spell in such a home's bedroom to save it as custom home. The save spell: The cell you cast this spell in will be ignored from DN2. This is for very secure player homes or places where night attacks are not wanted. DN2 supports up to 4 followers, 10 custom homes and 10 custom save-locations. They are all displayed in the "Debug" tab of the mcm and can be deleted individually. Installation: Manual: Drop the content of the archieve into you Skyrim\Data folder Recommended: Use NMM or MO Update: I recommend to update with a clean safe because of the huge changes to the previous version! 1. Start your game and safe. 2. Close the game and deinstall the old version 3. Start your game and load the safe from 1. 4. Wait 2 in-game hours. 5. Save and close the game again. 6. Install the new version. 7. From now on only load the safe made in 5. or newer ones Requirements: Sexlab Framework Sexlab Aroused Fus-Roh-Do(h) - Silent Voice Credits: Ashal for SexLab Framework Submitter Guffel Submitted 12/14/2013 Category Misc Sex Requires SKSE, SkyUI, FNIS, SexLabFramework, SL Aroused, Fuz Ro D-oh Special Edition Compatible  

SL Kidnapped Redux View File Update 22 Nov 19: All my mods for Skyrim, Skyrim SE and Fallout 4 are up for adoptions. All their source code is included in the download packages and can be used in whatever way any other modders see fit - no need to ask me for permission. I have retired from Bethesda games' modding to focus on my own indie game project LifePlay (check it out here, it's an life simulation RPG on Unreal Engine. It's also moddable and open-source, and completely free.). ----------------------------------------------------- Get ambushed and kidnapped by humans or creatures with your followers, spouse or friends. Then either get forced to watch or violated yourself until perversion. A friend may try to save you. Escape or take revenge. Or take on a rescue mission to save a violated damsel (or Nazeem) in distress. Suitable for all player characters: straight female, straight male, lesbian, futa, gay or bisexual. Click on "Follow this file" above to keep up-to-date with the latest releases. Features Ambushed by certain factions or creatures – avoid getting hit for five seconds (run, baby, run!) to dodge the ambush or be taken hostage Unlimited number of kidnap scenarios based on current location, able to take advantage of even modded content in your game. Massive orgies of up to 20 aggressors and 1 to 4 victims Much expanded Rescue Mission quest, with optional Voyeur’s Invisibility spell Spectator behaviour with cheering, laughing, clapping and derogatory comments Perversion and exhaustion mechanic Revenge on your kidnappers by killing them right there, or escape/ get dumped and come back, negotiate (via Thieves Guild) or work with the Companions to hunt them down. 150+ lines of dialogues thanks to contributions by Karma199696, Vauria, sophiextime and others. Contribute yours here. 84 MCM options to customize to your liking. Inventory stealing obeys SexLab’s no-strip settings Mod events for mod authors to easily integrate with SLKR. Optimized for best performance. High compatibility as no vanilla records were changed. Requirement SexLab Framework – that’s all you need. It will remain the only hard dependency To optimize performance, untick Race/Gender Adjustments, Disable Teleport and Seed NPC stats in SexLab's MCM page 2 and untick Debug in SexLab's MCM last page. Also, install Crash Fixes. Optional But Highly Recommended Fuz Ro D-oh - gives you enough time to read the NPC-NPC dialogues SexLab Defeat – tested thoroughly with SLKR, with it: PC and followers get violated if you dodge the ambush but then lose the subsequent fight. Rescuer gets violated if he/she fails (check Defeat’ NPC-NPC settings) PC and followers get violated again if you try to fight back under hostage but lose. PC and followers get violated if defeated during the rescue mission. You can get other type of revenge on your kidnappers apart from just killing them. Optional Integrations More Nasty Critters: enable 12 additional creature kidnapper types in SLKR. Devious Devices (Assets and Integration – don’t’ forget to batch-build in Bodyslide): random DD pieces are put on victims under hostage. Simple Slavery (and in turn, many slavery mods): potential outcome after exhaustion, chance set in the MCM. SexLab Eager NPCs: Anyone you rescued will become your lover and become available for sex. Translations (might not be the latest versions) Spanish (by Gothuska) Chinese (by sexhaizai) From 4.1 onwards, German and Spanish translations have been incorporated into the installation wizard. Special thanks to CGi for the German translation and for implementing SKSE translation with SLKR. Submitter vinfamy Submitted 02/25/2017 Category Misc Sex Requires SexLab Framework Special Edition Compatible  

View File Note: Do not Rush this mod or you might break the quests. Wait for the dialogue and all the prompts to finish. This is basically a female version of ffabris Being a Guard quest, with a less silly story involving... blackmail, mystery, slavery, humiliation, stalkers and rape. Brief Story Explanation Start the quest by speaking to any guard in Whiterun (within the city). Mods required - Unofficial Skyrim Legendary Edition Patch, SexLab, SexLab Aroused Redux, Dragonborn, Dawnguard, Heartfire, FNIS, XP32 Maximum Skeleton Extended, HDT Physics Extensions "Before the Storm" must be completed, or use a mod that removes the quest, such as Skyrim Unbound. You must be a thane of Whiterun, and you also need to have enough male guards available. Up to 4 are needed, depending. Problems by Priority The captain shows up invisible during Part 11. The Sleeping Giant scene between Gata and Orgnar will not play. Cum outfit will not stay equipped on Gata during A Guard in Distress quest. Grammar and story tweaking.l The first sex scene won't make sense. If anyone knows of an animation involving the player getting a physical or some sort of an examination, please let me know! Future Features Vanilla, voice acting. Quest Rewards. Installation Drag and drop into your data folder. Run FNIS tool. Activate the Esp in Nexus Mod Manager Update (From 0.93 to 0.94) Simply overwrite everything Quest Help & Questions Bodyslide Possible Conflicts Anything that drastically alters the interiors of the Whiterun guard barracks or jail, Riverwood Sleeping Giant Inn, the river edge between Riverwood and Half-Moon Mill, near North Shriekwind Bastion. Incompatible SkyRe Credits Being a Guard, by ffabris Static dishes and food resource, by Tamira Ready Clutter and Furnishings, by Lilith NOTE: Any and all help is greatly appreciated. I uploaded this mod simply so I can get help completing it. Submitter Jenova23 Submitted 01/16/2017 Category Quests Requires Sexlab, Dragonborn, Heartfires, Dawnguard, FNIS, XP32 Maximum Skeleton Extended, HDT Physics Extensions, Sexlab Aroused. Special Edition Compatible View File

"You're Fenrir's friend, right?" Ulfric asked, "I heard what the old Stormcloaks put you through and I want you to know I've been doing everything in my power to stamp out that behavior." "Well thanks. Name's Valiana Direnni by the way," I said back. "I appreciate everything you've done for Skyrim recently," Ulfric continued, "I wanted to ask if you'd be willing to do a mission for me. You can say no, I'm not your king. Consider it a favor. It'd mean a lot." "What do you need?" I asked. "Galmar ran off during our first battle here. I'm not sure where his head's at, but we need him and the men he took with him back here so we can coordinate our efforts." "Sure, I can do that. I'll find out what he's doing and drag him back here if I have to," I said. Ulfric laughed, "Just don't kick his ass too bad, alright?" It'd been a while since I went solo, and I crossed the country on my own. About halfway south I found a strange pod of a house all by itself and decided I would investigate. Inside was a red-haired, red eyed Bosmer woman. She smiled at me, "Hello. It's quite beautiful here isn't it?" I shrugged. She was very inviting, "Yeah I like it." "I'm from all the way to the south, but I had to move because of the Thalmor. Where I come from the trees grow tall and wide and each one has a spirit of their own. Here, closer to the Cyrodiil border, the trees are all stunted and seem to have no souls at all. The autumn colors are the same though. How about you, traveler? Where are you from?" I replied, "I'm from Bravil, in Cyrodiil. Though I've been living in Skyrim lately." She smiled back, "Do you know Skyrim very well?" "I lived there a while back. Mostly as a sailor," I explained. "Is that so? I don't suppose you're in need of a traveling companion are you? I'm a very good archer so I could watch your back. What do you say?" The woman asked. "Sounds great I'm tracking a man to the south," I replied, not going to argue with a traveling companion. "Excellent I'm looking forward to it. I can also help you with the tracking," she said. We took off, and only about an hour later we found some strange poison-shooting octopus-looking things. The girl sniped them, taking out all three before I could even get over to them. "You weren't lyin'. You're really good with that thing," I commented. "My name is Auri by the way it's nice to meet you," she said. "Oh, sorry. I'm not great with pleasantries. Or really people in general, I guess. Valiana DIrenni," I said. I feel like out of the corner of my eye I saw her extend her hand, but I was already walking away. She sighed audibly, but I paid it no heed. After several hours of travel we were finally in sight of Greenheart, where everybody thought Galmar'd been heading. (Gods, are there no horses in this dang country?) And it was under attack by Thalmor! I rushed in and Galmar blew past me, brandishing his warhammer. "Galmar, what's going on?" I yelled. "We're taking Greenheart, what's it look like?" He waded into the fray. "Alright, guess I'm in," I shrugged. The fight took a little while, and one of the Bosmer turncoats even tried to get the drop on me and put me in a sleeper hold to take me out of the fight, but he got hit with an arrow or something and ran off. I found him later and slashed him up good. With only a few Thalmor left, I found Galmar, battle-weary, and slapped him on the back, "Let's finish this!" "Hell yeah, sister!" He yelled, and we took out the last couple, bisecting the final one together. When we were through mopping up, we gathered on a dais. "So what are you doing down here besides taking Greenheart? I mean why go off alone?" I asked him. "I'm hardly alone with the men," Galmar replied. "You know what I mean." "Damn it, woman I'm trying to find someone!" He growled. "Alright, who are you trying to find?" I pried. "Arrggh, fine. It was maybe 40 years ago during the great war. There was a Bosmer that said she lived in southern Valenwood. I figured I'd look while we took Greenheart. Are you happy now?" He explained, angrily. I said back, "I was trying to help you, you blow hard. One question: was her name Auri?" And the slight Bosmer woman stepped out from behind a tree I knew she'd been hiding behind. Galmar's eyes lit up in surprise, "By the gods! It's you, after all these years! You haven't aged a day!" "Bosmer don't age like we do," I said. "I know you," she said, "You were that silly soldier boy who always followed around Ulfric." He smirked, "Still fighting the Thalmor at home I see." "I hate the Thalmor as much as anyone, if not more!" Auri replied. "I'm glad. A lot of Bosmer are working with them. You know, It's not going to be safe in Valenwood for a while," Galmar said. "Ever thought about visiting Skyrim?" I asked. Auri smirked a little, "Skyrim's cities are nice and all but do they walk? "Uh... I can't say they do. You could join the storm cloaks in our invasion of Alinor," Galmar suggested. "The Stormcloaks, really?" Auri said, "Do you really subscribe to the whole Skyrim for the Nords thing?" "No we're not like that anymore. Oh damn it, Valiana, help me out here," Galmar said, flustered. "What better way to stop them for good than help us out? We're not going to take over Valenwood and please consider visiting the sad old man when we're done," I suggested. "Okay," Auri said, without hesitation. Galmar burst out in laughter, "You were messing with me, weren't you?" "Yes, yes, I was," Auri smiled. We were joined by some of Auri's people taking back a minor village. We were attacked by Falmer, which was a new low for the Thalmor. Were they using them? Were they studying them? Maybe they wanted to do something similar to the other races. We had a couple minor skirmishes, but I was thinking on what to do while I let Galmar lead our direction. Eventually, I figured I'd let them go off to Southpoint and I'd return to the north and let Ulfric know. The main force was most likely going to approach that area soon and we could join up anyway. Auri and I camped at an old Ayleid site. And I got a good dip in the sea (to clean the blood off me) before she woke up. So on the morning of the 26th, I parted ways with Auri and continued north to find the Skyrim group (the one with Ulfric anyway), and I happened upon an old orc stronghold. The orcs there welcomed me in and gave me a hearty breakfast after I proved my strength to them. I happened upon another orc stronghold a few hours later, and figured it would be the same. It had started pouring in the meantime and I was wanting to take a break and go inside a building to wait it out. Unfortunately, as I approached, the orcs all drew weapons and charged. I drew my spear and said, "So much for stealth." They approached me en-masse, and I cleaved through the first, the second (with two swings), the other three getting good shots on me while I did. I blocked a shot from the third one, knocking him off his feet then stabbing him through the chest. The fifth got a good hit with a greatsword, but his next attack I was able to parry, leaving him wide open and cleaving through his skull. I was bleeding pretty bad, but I'd won. I walked to the back to find a place to rest for a minute (since all the doors seemed locked and I am not great with a lockpick). There was a small tower erected behind the back fence, and more orcs there. I hopped the fence, taking the one next to me unawares and killed him outright. I looked down the hill and found the last two orcs (I presumed) standing over the dead body of a female orc. I growled and rushed in to finish the job here. These guys were bandits or brigands or some such. I engaged the one who was holding sword and shield, and the other slunk around and tried to flank me. I took a few swings, but the shield guy kept playing turtle, rebuffing my attacks, giving me slight cuts. With the one behind me now, my vision started to go blurry. Should've drank a potion while I had the chance.... I turned to face the sneak attacker. The shield one behind me now grabbed my spear and the one in front of me grabbed by throat, pushing me onto the ground with his weight. My spear was thrown up the hill, where it stuck in the dirt. With the bloodloss and my host of flesh wounds, I fell unconscious. "Dude! I think we killed her!" The orc on top of me said. The other one said, "Did she kill the whole camp!?" "Well, not the hunting party, which should be getting back soon," the first one said. I woke up several minutes later to a big green dick being shovved into my ass. The sneak attacker had pulled my underwear away and was thrusting into me. "Fuck! Fuck!" I shouted, "Get off me!" "This is my prize!" He said, finishing after another moment. The other one (shield guy), who'd been masturbating while he watched, just kinda finished on the ground. He shrugged at his friend, "Knock her out so the others can have their turn when they get back." Then he slipped in the wet grass. The sneak attack guy rolled his eyes. He forcefully ripped off the blue cloth on my boobs, then he whacked me in the back of the head with the pommel of his sword, and it went dark. The hunting party got back shortly, and I was awoken with the same treatment as before - right in the ass. The others watched. As much as I kicked and screamed and bit, hit and fought them, there were 10 orcs now, and I didn't have any weapons. They were probably as strong as me, I'd just had the advantage of superior equipment. So they continued like that, one at a time, through the night. At some point during a break I managed to find my spear laying in the dirt just inside the fence, but I was caught immediately and they immediately took it out on me. When they were done with me for the night, someone clobbered me over the head and dragged me into their gazebo while they slept inside the buildings. The guy saddled with the night watch also kept an eye on me. After a few hours of being unconscious, I was woken by a voice this time, "Wake up, princess. We're ready to play some more." "Fuck off ass~" I started to protest, but a dick was shoved into my mouth, and another violated me from behind. They then proceeded to have their way with me at the same time. They left me alone for a while this time. I managed to pickpocket a dagger off the gazebo guard, and tried to stab him in the back, but I was no good at daggers and he disarmed me immediately, and had his way with me. This time I was playing a longer game though. He had several weapons in his pack and I took the Greataxe. I limped away, pretending to be defeated. Then I approached the fence guard as stealthily as I could (made easier because I was completely naked). I waited until the gazebo guy wasn't paying attention and cleaved this guy through the back. I stripped off his armor (iron, better than nothing) and grabbed his Steel Composite Axe, which was better than the axe I had. The armor didn't seem to fit me like it did him. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me," I said to myself. This time I snuck up on one of the other guards. He saw me immediately and blocked all my blows with his battle staff. "Your hits are like bug bites. Have we weakened you this much?" I slashed at him furiously, but he talked at me while he blocked, "Honestly, you're just a pest. You belong to us now. You're worthless without your spear. Infact, I think it's my turn again." And he took his turn. He didn't take my weapons though. I walked off, trying to find another way to do this, but all the orcs were watching me and I couldn't make any progress. I waited a while, sitting on the grass, and it stopped raining. The hunting party returned for the day again and the leader said, "Oh look, she found some armor. That's cute. Let's get this off." They stripped off the iron armor I had (there were four in this group), including the staff guy. He said, "I think I wanna have some more fun. You in, new girl?" I raised an eyebrow and he chuckled, "Oh that was a joke. You don't have a choice." They each took a turn, then clobbered me over the head again. I came to, probably an hour later. This time I was completely unguarded. Maybe the battle staff guy had been boasting that I was weak as a kitten now? I dunno. I walked over to where I'd found the spear before, and I spotted it perched on the crude tower. There was no fence guard this time, thank the gods. I crept over and found it on the tower, and below it was my boob cloth. Maybe since they'd removed both at once? Either way, I had a foothold. Nobody had seen me. I looked over my shoulder. I could easily escape with what I had now. Just walk away. I could feel my hands clenching down on the spear. No, I was not going to run. "HEY! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! BETTER COME GET ME! THIS TIME EITHER YOU'LL BE DEAD OR I WILL!" All eyes were on me. I would be stubborn to the end. I dropped to the base of the tower to face the orc there. I blocked his attack, right chop, left chop and he dropped. I was raging at this point, but I still had some cognizance. I knelt and picked up the potions on his body. Not going to make the same mistake twice. Two more were charging down the fence-line and I bisected the first, slashing the second across the face and giving him a nasty gash. He roared, the skin on his face flayed off, but he didn't care. I roared back, stabbing him through the chest. Another ran up to me with sword and shield, cutting me in my left arm. I took a big swing and he ducked under it. Finding my fury once he stood, I let out a barrage of spear swipes so fast not even I could see my arms and chunked him into a fine paste, his blood spraying over my nearly-naked body. The orcs behind the fence had been staring at the fight, planning their approach, and now gaped at my absolute rage. As I walked up onto the rocks, one of them said to the other, "I think this classifies as an honorable death with entry into the Ashen Forge. She's killed at least ten of our guys over the past couple days." "Fourteen!" I shouted as I ran for them. One of the braver ones ran ahead of the group. I slashed over his shield, cutting him in the arm, then again from the left. When he returned my attacks, I was out of his reach, like a wild bull they'd pushed too far. He banged on his shield to try and spur me on, and I stamped the ground, taking another strong swing from the right and broke his shield into splinters, then came down on his head with the next stroke. I ransacked the bodies at my feet and drank a strong heath potion as the rest of the orcs mustered their courage. Two more ran at me, the lead one shouting, "Killing you will make for an excellent story!" I slashed across both their bodies, trapping them against a hut, then backed out of their reach. A third joined them, trying to gang up on me again, trying to trap me between their weapons. But I would play it smart. I sprinted away and downed another potion, pain purely an annoyance. One with the battle staff reached me first and locked me in the chin, but I traded him a blow to his shoulder. His leader tried to get a free shot on me but I surprised him by slashing him in his chest with my eyes still closed and knocking him off his feet. The battle staff guy tried to get at me while I was off balance, but I spun and slashed him across the side. "Mercy!" The leader shouted. As I slashed the staff man, then cleaved through the leader's skull I shouted back, "NO MERCY!" I downed another health potion and a stamina potion. Having almost no armor and fighting a lot of guys really sucks. The last one I'd seen approached me with a maul in his hands. "You're brave or stupid!" I said. He took a foolhardy swing (maybe one of the newbies?) and I wrapped my arms around his neck like the orcs had done to me earlier. But I gripped my spear behind his head. I tipped his helm off his head and smashed the crown of my head into his forehead, staggering him, then brought the spear through his neck. Some would call it a decapitation, but there wasn't much of a head to speak of when I was done (and my face was covered in blood and brain-matter). I gripped the spear in my hands, and could feel all was quiet in the fort. But I was trembling, my heart racing. Looking at the pile of half a dozen bodies, I clenched my teeth. I grabbed the spear again and chopped them into little pieces. When I finally got the chance to take a breath again, I noticed I'd been shouting while I did so. I took a deep breath. The ability to calm onesself is an ability honed through years of practice, but everybody has their limits. I hopped the fence and ransacked everything of worth, and set the place on fire. Then I ran. About a mile down the road I realized I was still barefoot, but I was also coming up on a stream. I stripped off my scant clothes and washed thoroughly. I looked over to the pile of treasure I'd gotten from them, then felt raindrops falling on my hands. I looked up at the sky. But no, it was a clear day for once. I looked at my hands, which were wet, even though I'd dried off on my boob cover already (gonna have to chuck it, or use it as a bra). "Where is..." I stopped. My face was wet as heck, somehow. I felt myself for blood, then I looked at myself in the stream. "Am I... crying?" I asked aloud, then I blinked. It was like a wave, feeling the full brunt of emotions I'd been pushing down since this awful experience started. I felt it carry me away, causing me to sob and carry on like a little girl. After about thirty seconds of this, I punched myself in the gut. Then I slapped myself in the face. "There's no time for this shit," I said to myself, "Straighten up." I stood up, taking stock of all equipment. I chucked all the crap that wasn't worth much, and put on the really high quality stuff, mixing it with the useable pieces of my old armor. I looked at myself in the stream again. "Damn, nice shoulders," I said. I took off at a run, fairly certain there was a group headed for the Elswyer border I could meet up with. I found a small Thalmor patrol party, and we saw each other at the same time. There were four of them. "Human, surrender your goods and you can go free," one of them said. "You... don't want to mess with me right now. I'm not having the best day," I said. "You, think you can defeat all of us? Laughable," the mage in front said. In one motion, I charged forward, drew my spear and cut the mage from top to bottom, killing him. The justiciar in the group blasted me with an ice blast as I ran for him, but I took it straight to the chest and ran out the back end of the exploding shards. I spun and cut him across his body three times before he got a second spell off. The two Bosmer with them were all that remained, and I was in no mood for mercy. I slashed right through the first one, killing him, and gave the second a hefty wound in his side with the same stroke. "Don't you see?" The Bosmer shouted, "Elven supremacy is~" But I chopped down at his back, cutting a path through his entire bottom half. "Say what? I couldn't hear you over the sound of your innards," I said. Then I laughed out loud, which seemed like the first time in ages. I continued on, making sure to loot them for potions, fighting another larger Thalmor group on my way north until I reached a bridge. As I crossed it, I spied the airship in the distance, hanging over a small Khajiit village on the border. "Nice! He's here! Thank the gods!" I shouted to myself. Pausing for a second, I looked down at the stream the bridge was over. A half-pained smile escaped my lips, and I reached up to my head, washing out the blood and gore from my hair, letting it completely down for once. Then I continued up to the village. I looked around for a few minutes and finally found him. Fenrir smiled big when he saw me, "Valiana! Nice new armor! And you pulled out your braids. You look great, but where did you come from?" I could feel that wave again, and I grabbed him around the waist, pulling him to me. "Please, just shut up. I need a hug," I said, resting my head against his cheek. "Well, um.... okay. Anytime. Are you okay?" He asked. "Don't worry about it. Come to the airship with me," I said. "I missed you, you know," Fenrir said. "Yeah, I know. Come on," I said back. As we walked out it was starting to get dark again and Masser was bright and red in the sky. "Whoa! Look at that night sky!" Fenrir said. "Yeah, beautiful," I said. "Just like you," Fenrir said. "Oh shut up you cornball. Let's go up," I said. When we got to the deck, we took another moment to stare at the sky. I turned him away from me, pointing him towards a nice looking constellation. I said, "You know, I've been thinking..." "What about?" "I've only got one life to live," I said. "Meaning?" Fenrir asked. "We could die at any time. Might as well enjoy ourselves," I said. "You mean...?" "Well, what do you think?" I asked. Confused, he turned to look at me for clarification, and I'd already removed my armor. "Oh wow, you can take that armor off fast!" Fenrir exclaimed. And I can definitively say, that was the first time I'd ever done something I would call 'making love.' I think I understand what all those songs are about now. Hours later, Fenrir and I were sitting on the deck, tired, and he said, "Getting late." "Wanna sleep out here?" I asked. "Sure, you might wanna clean up first," he said. I looked down at my chest, which'd had an epic hosing off by him. Sorry to ruin the mood, but I'm a crass girl. I laughed, "You shouldn't worry about me. I can take care of myself." "Oh believe me, I don't," he replied, laying down on the wood of the deck. "Well, good. I've been kicking ass since before you were born," I said. "Took Sylvanaar and Falanesti by the way," Fenrir said. "I took Greenheart with Galmar. He's on his way to Southpoint right now," I replied. "Kicking ass as always. My dad will want to hear it," he said. "We can tell him in the morning. For now I'm enjoying being with you," I said. "Oh, really?" Fenrir asked, as if he was surprised. Honestly, little boys and their games. "Yeah, wanna fight about it?" I asked. He laughed out loud, like he was taken by surprise. I didn't know why he was acting. He knew how I felt about him. I didn't need to say it. Pretty fuckin' obvious if you ask me. He brought up some bedrolls and we slept under the stars. Two days... it was the 27th now, and I felt like I'd been through an odyssey. Big Spoiler: Two videos ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey, Destana again. So far we have Sylvanaar, Falinesti, Arenthia and Woodhearth. Last time I got lost on a connecting path between several of the main cities and wound up in a central hub. As I walked around, nobody was openly hostile, but I got the feeling that they were giving me the cold shoulder. I didn't take offense, they were noncombatants and we were the invaders stirring up trouble. I assume there was a comfort in the status quo of the Thalmor being in charge that we were wrecking. But my first question was where the heck was I? High in the air over central Valenwood, I looked over the edge to a dizzying height. I walked up one of the huge tree branches (because, why not) and found the tree branch faded away as I got higher. I just flew back to the main area. Eventually I happened upon a blue spire of energy that when I got close teleported me into a building, much to my surprise. I continued to explore. It was a massive great hall, this time with guards and more bystanders. Similar to the others, they paid me little attention. After a while I crossed a hallway into a high-vaulted Bosmer version of a mead hall, with great doors at the other end. The guards seemed to pay attention to my motions, but they didn't stop me from entering. Another long hall, with a large set of stairs, several guards, and a throne. I approached. A Bosmer in a silvery tunic stood at my approach. "Greetings," he bowed to me (only slightly) and said, "I am King Silverhand." "King SIlverhand. I'm Queen Destana of Skyrim," I replied, bowing. "Of course. I know who you are. Pleased to meet you," the King replied, "I would thank you for your efforts in flushing that high elf queen out, but there's still more work to be done." "I agree. I'm going to go get Emperor Jura so we can speak officially," I replied. He nodded in acquiescence. It took a little while to find my way back, but I brought the whole group. They waited outside while Jura and I entered. Jura bowed, "Greetings, King Silverhand. Please excuse the lateness of this meeting, but you know how urgent matters are." Silverhand smiled, "Finally an emperor of Cyrodiil with some manners. I figured you'd walk in here like you own the place, just like the rest." Jura replied, "Of course not. We're guests here and we intend to uninvite your other guests. Forcibly, if needed." "So I take it you don't wish to play the conquering hero. The next Tiber Septim?" Silverhand folded his arms, studying us. "We have no intention of staying beyond our welcome," Jura replied. I added, "Our vendetta is against the Thalmor. When we're done here you have our word we'll leave." The King turned his head, his guard whispering in his ear. "My guard has just informed me the Thalmor are attacking Elden Root. I think they wish to raze it to the ground to punish us for not aiding them. If you go now the door in the great hall will lead you there take some of my warriors and muster the best you have." I glanced at Jura, "Shit, we don't have half our group and the army will probably take forever to get through these doors. We don't have time." Silverhand continued, "If you want to be of help, time is of the essence." Jura put his hand on my shoulder, "Destana, let's go. We can handle this." I sighed, shaking my head, "Alright, if you say so." I walked out the doors, finding Galahad, Roheisa and Runa waiting for the outcome. "What'd he say?" Runa asked. "Seemed generally amicable," I replied, "But the Thalmor are attacking Elden Root. They're going to topple it to keep it from us, I guess. We have one chance to stop them" "I don't like the sound of this," Runa said. "You guys ready for a surprise midnight battle? I asked. "Sounds dangerous," Roheisa commented. "Girls, let's encourage rather than discourage lead the way your majesty," Galahad nodded. "Thanks," I smiled, then ran off, leading the way. While they tightened their armor, I readied a Rally spell and hit them with it, "For courage." Jura emerged a minute later with a cadre of Bosmer archers, ready to support us. I threw another Rally on them. "Everybody ready for this?" Jura popped his neck, mustered my battle-weary bones. "It's a good day to die," Runa smirked. "Runa, don't say that. We're going to survive," Roheisa replied. "It's a joke. Don't be a stick in the mud," Runa said, then the slapped her on the butt, "Loosen up." "Good luck out there," I said, crouching and throwing open the doors. As we walked out into the warzone of a town, local Bosmer soldiers were already engaged with the Thalmor. There were whirlwinds throwing Thalmor, Frost Atronachs doing battle, arrows blanketing the sky. We were peppered with ice blasts and I stayed in the back and healed. It wasn't long before we got separated, but I used the night to benefit me, hiding in the shadows and alternating between arrows and blasts to take out unsuspecting Thalmor. Off to the side I got into a long spell-duel with a few Thalmor mages. They blocked my shots with wards, while I dodged their shots with my quickness. Their ranks thinned out and I was left alone. I sheathed my weapons and started to look around. I started to get worried. "Runa!" I ran around a while, trying to find anyone, "Runa! Where are you?!" She put her hand on my shoulder and I jumped, "Talos bones! I was worried about you." "You okay?" I asked, hugging her. "Yeah. I'm alright. Roheisa got flung by a tornado and knocked out, but Galachad is healing her," she replied. I gave her a chuckle, "Gods, you call him Galachad too?" "Isn't that his name?" Runa asked. And for a second I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. But she smiled, then I smiled. We met eyes, and I think she knew what I knew about the two of them. "How do you do that?" She asked. "What?" "Read people," Runa replied. "Lots of practice getting into people's pants," I reached up and patted her on the head (her being taller than me). Galahad emerged from the darkness of the village, helping a limping Roheisa, "No time to joke around guys, there are more Thalmor at the gates." "But where's Jura?" I asked. "Grandpa can take care of himself," Runa replied. "Go ahead, I'll be fine," Roheisa told her dad. She channeled a large heal spell on herself, holding her leg so the bone would set correctly. "What?" She looked at us, "Let's go." We hurried off over the bridge at the front of the village and found a larger Thalmor force fighting a massive Bosmer force, allied with Satyrs. "Here's where all the Bosmer are. We prevented the Thalmor from flanking them," I said. Runa ran into battle, blasting the Thalmor with an Unrelenting Force. With our help, the battle was over in minutes. The locals had already been winning. "They barely needed us on this front," I said, "Good job guys. I'm going to look for Jura. Set up camp and get some rest." One of the Bosmer mages threw a heal down on the lot of us and we thanked him. While they were setting up the tents. It took me an hour, but I found him under a pile of Thalmor bodies. I threw my largest heal on him. "What what where am I?" He startled awake. "You ran ahead and nearly got yourself killed," I explained as I helped him to the tents, "Everybody's asleep. I'll heal you and you can lie down." "Thanks." It was almost dawn at this point, but I still wanted to give the man a piece of my mind. "I'm going to slap you when you're better you're my only living parent I feel like I've barely gotten to know you," I said, channeling a slower heal. "Don't..." "Quiet," I cut him off, "I'm not finished. You can't be the best damn Emperor ever if you die here!" "You're right," Jura sighed, "I can see why Ulfric likes you so much." I kept healing and muttered, "Yeah, well, both of you are lucky to have me." He chuckled, but then winced, "Ow, hurts to laugh." "Well... good," I laughed back. I sat at the campfire for a while. Not needing to sleep had it's perks. Though I wanted to, and it would've been a big help, my nerves were shot. Two battles in a 24-hour period will wear you down. A figure appeared at the edge of the firelight, the sun cresting over the horizon as he did. I blinked, and he was out of my sight. He approached from behind and spoke in a low, growl-like voice, "Greetings, Dovahkiin." "What the fuck..." I said, but he wasn't brandishing a weapon or spell. He looked like a Khajiit, but large like a lion with a great mane. "No time for questions meet me in the morning when the Emperor awakes. Over there," he pointed. I looked, and he was gone. "Strange..." I'd say not a lot of people get the drop on me (usually that's my job) but Runa just did earlier. Of course, her stealth is almost as good as mine. I looked at Jura, who was dead asleep now, and figured I'd just go find the guy and figure out what he wanted. Of course, I was attacked about 500 feet off the road by a single Thalmor with a death wish. I decided I would just shoot him with my bow. I backed away slowly staying just out of his reach as he twirled and thrusted his daggers uselessly. When he was dead, I spied the Khajiit lying in the grass nearby. "You're a strange cat," I commented. "I could see you had it under control," he replied. Then he stood. Noticing he was about a foot taller than me, I smirked. Of course, getting all the wrong ideas. "Alright, who are you and why are you laying down when you could be helping?" I asked. His voice replied with a sound like sandpaper, "I am the Mane. The spiritual leader of the Khajiit. I came here to offer my aid in taking Alinor." "Yeah Fenrir said you guys were willing to help. I haven't seen any so far," I folded my arms. "Apologies, we're in the middle of a civil war. The Thalmor supporters against the traditionalists," the Mane said. As he was talking, raindrops started to fall between us. I sighed. "Gods, it rains so damn much here. Hang on," I said, turning to the sky and taking a deep breath, "LOK - VAH - KOOR!" The lion smirked. After a pause, there was one more grumpy peal of thunder and the skies cleared again. "Most impressive, to say the least," he said. "There you are," Jura approached. "How are you awake?" I asked. "No time to sleep. I'm a master at restoration. I'll finish licking my wounds later," Jura said. "How did you find us?" I asked. "Well, I heard you screaming at the sky to stop raining." We had a chuckle at that. I said, "Emperor Jura of Cyrodiil, the Mane." "S'in Dunestride," he said. "Pleased to meet you," Jura said back. "Which reminds me do you need help in your war?" I asked. "We're going to win. After that, we'll come to your aid in Alinor," S'in replied. "Excellent. Until then, safe travels," Jura said, "I look forward to it." "Warm sands, friend," S'in replied, then he disappeared into the forest. "That was a strange cat," I said, "Why would someone that high ranking come by himself just to tell us he's going to help out?" "Well, when you travel the moonpaths, you're hard to pin down, I hear. Did you see how he just seemed to vanish?" Jura shrugged, "I've heard he likes to get involved and get his hands dirty though I've never met the man before." "Like you?" I asked, smirking. "Well, like you also," Jura said back with a smile. We walked back to camp. Roheisa and Galahad were already ready. They'd only had about 3 hours of sleep. Maybe being an Aedra/Half-Aedra helps? But Runa was stone cold unconscious, complete with a snore. "Right everybody let's get out of here," I said, "We need to meet up with Ulfric and the army, and Fenrir Damien and Tussle's group." "Your highness, it's pronounced Tusselle," Roheisa corrected. I rolled my eyes, "Tussle, like a fight? You know, because she's a... nevermind." "Anyway," I stepped over to Runa, nudging her with my foot, "Runa, wake up." "Five more minutes, mom!" She said, covering her face with the pillow. "I'm gonna pack up this tent right from under you," I said, casting a large telekinesis to gather up the tent and everything but the bedroll she was laying on. Seeing she still wasn't up, I grabbed it with my hands and yanked it out from under her. Runa rolled over and got up with a sour look on her face, "Where are we going?" "Southpoint," Jura replied, "We converge there, take it, then all we have left is Haven." It was the morning of the 26th. And the Youtube video.

This is Runa. I messed up, really bad. My mom is captured… or worse. Also, the Jarls of Falkreath and Riften are dead and in dominion hands. We’ve heard about streetfights between concerned citizens and Thalmor, but they’re winning right now. “Runa, she wouldn’t have just disappeared without saying something…” Damien said. I closed my eyes, “I know. She’s flighty. She runs around at warp speed, doing more things than any one person should be able to do. Usually at least one of us knows where she is, even if she doesn’t stay there for long. We searched the battlefield after it was over for hours, but couldn’t find her body. And even with the best trackers available, there’s so much blood and guts and dirt and everything… We couldn’t even get a trail.” “Her chess analogy rings true. We cannot lose our queen this early in the game,” Ulfric said. “I agree,” General Sialius said. “There’s no way they wouldn’t have captured her if they knew who she was. Too large a bargaining tool,” Fenrir added. “Yes, but what if they saw her as the biggest threat and realized if they killed her now, we’d be significantly weakened,” Damien retorted. “SHUT UP! Just… shut up!” Serana shouted, “Destana is the woman I love. While you’re sitting here talking, she’s probably being tortured. Or she’s lying dead in a ditch somewhere.” “What would you have us do?” I asked. “I don’t know. Just stop talking about her like she’s a commodity. She’s a person,” Serana growled. We could see something was happening with her skin, like a monster was ready to burst from this beautiful woman. “What are you going to do?” Ulfric asked. Serana clenched her fists, grinding her teeth until blood started to pour from her palms, fighting the Vampire Lord transformation, “I’m going to go find her.” She discorporated into bats, appearing at the door. She threw open the doors to the Palace of Kings, turning back to us. Serana burst into her Vampire Lord form, for the first time any of us had ever seen. “You can have your damn war,” she said in bestial tones, “I’m going to go find my wife.” She cast a flight spell on herself and flew off. Guards outside took a couple shots at oh-my-god-what-is-that-thing, but nobody found purchase. The couple dozen people in the room that’d been mingling and going about their business were now frozen in fear or just shock. The half dozen guards, Thane Alarik, Thane Skjorta, another half-dozen imperial soldiers, Jorlief, the random Stormcloak commander and Balfhe looked at Ulfric and us, the blessed children, for some sort of confidence. I could tell tension was running high. “She’s on our side,” Ulfric spat. A few people chuckled, shocked out of their worryful stupor. But I realized it wasn’t going to be enough. I cleared my throat, “Yeah, the damn elves took Riften and Falkreath. We expected some losses here. But we’re going to get them back.” Fenrir added, “We have forces in Solitude, and here. We have the volkihars. And damn the elves if they ever take the Reach, because we have the forsworn on our side. They don’t like us – but they hate the Thalmor.” That seemed to quell the overwhelming sense of dread falling on people. At least, for now. Balfhe looked over to me, “I have an idea.” We all turned to him. I asked, “What’s that?” “We should all be playing to our strengths. Now that we don’t have our strongest… contender with us, I think we should focus on taking out some of the targeted threats.” “Meaning?” I asked “You’re an assassin. I need you to do some assass~ing.” “Actually, the correct term is assassination,” Damien muttered. “Anyway, go see Sjard the Bloody. I think he’s waiting on the bench in the Jarl’s Throneroom. He has some targets for you.” “Right. One thing my mom did in the battle was stealth and take out a bunch of the high priority targets, like the commanders and the casters. With any luck it might’ve set them back a few days at least. And this might be able to set them back more,” I replied. “I’m going to gather our forces and figure out the assets we have,” Fenrir said. He turned to General Sialius, “I want to take over for my mom while she’s away. But you have a lifetime of experience on me. All I have is exercises and combat. I’ve never commanded a real force.” “Don’t worry son. I’ll help you find your way,” Sialius said. “The Thalmor only have so many secret prisons,” Damien said, “I think the mages and I can come up with something. I’m going to Winterhold.” “What the…” Fenrir clamored as he looked at the map table, “They got Helgen?? I’m going to go check out what’s going on down south.” I stepped up to Sjard. “Ah, so you’re the one Balfhe sent,” Sjard smirked, looking me over, “Well I won’t beat around the bush, let’s get down to business.” “To defeat… the elves!” Fenrir sang in the distance. He smiled a dopey smile, “Sorry, I wanted to lighten the mood.” Sjard looked back to me, “Here’s the deal. I collect bounties, you get the most top priority targets.” “If you give me the lower priority ones, I have a few friends who can take care of them,” I smiled. “Don’t worry, Listener, I got this covered,” Nazir appeared from around the corner. “Geez! You burst right out of the shadows. I’m glad I’m not on your list!” Ulfric said from the throne. “Were you just hanging out?” I asked. “Your mother left a tunnel between here and Highreach. A great many of the brotherhood are waiting at Highreach Keep are awaiting your command.” “Good, good,” Sjard said, “For Runa, I’ve got a nord named Viguri. He was giving secrets to the Thalmor. That’s going to stop. According to my sources, he usually makes the trade in Ivarstead.” I made my way to Ivarstead straightaway. Shadowmere seemed to be extra fast today, like he was mad. I’m certain he knew what was going on. This guy was a pushover. I walked up to him in the crowded Inn and slashed him through the chest. Everyone stopped and looked my way. “He’s working for the Thalmor,” I said. “Good riddance,” somebody else said, and nobody stopped me. I rode back to Windhelm, getting there midmorning. Sjard nodded to me, “You do work fast. I gave Nazir a few more targets. Here’s your next one.” A Synod mage woman kept standing between me and Sjard, and she didn’t seem to understand personal space, so I just let him read off his dossier on the other side of her. “There’s a Khajiit named Jo’Rokha that’s been stealing from our shipments. Steals anything that isn’t nailed down. Also sells Skooma to our men. Every time he gets locked up, when he gets out he just starts again. Not associated with the Thalmor, but he’s a thorn in our side. Make him disappear. And word of advice, he’s a criminal, so he will not be missed,” Sjard said, “He’s working out of Kynesgrove.” This time was as easy as the last. I was starting to wonder when the high priority targets were going to start showing up. I walked up to him in Braidwood Inn, and stabbed him with my greatsword. Easy. I traveled back to Windhelm, it being about noon now. Next, the head of the Thalmor’s cartography divison. “Cartography? Like maps?” I asked. “Terrain plays a crucial part in any military engagement. And Skyrim is full of mountains and rough terrain,” Sjard replied, “Last sighted at dragon bridge.” “Alright,” I said, heading back out. This time I used the tunnel to Highreach and traveled down the road, not taking much time. She was waiting on a porch at the Inn with one guard. Very tall, and wearing heels, I noted. Definitely not a warrior. I beheaded the guard, and then stabbed her through the chest, taking her maps in the process. “What’s the next target?” “Shor’s bones, you’re good at this! That was like half an hour!” Sjard replied. “I’m coping. Give me more to kill,” I said. “This, this one just came across my desk while you were gone. Urgent written in red ink. Usually I hate that, and it makes me put it off for longer. But I know who it’s from. Velfhedi. He’s a veteran of the civil war, and he’s talking up the Empire, saying Skyrim should rejoin the empire.” “Fuck that,” I said, “I mean, no thanks.” “No need to temper your words around me, girly. But my thoughts exactly,” Sjard said, “He’s staying in Windhelm.” I strolled down to Candlehearth and found the guy. Supposedly he was a warrior in his heyday. Maybe I should’ve given him a fair shot, but I didn’t. I Marked for Death, then I caused his death. "Sorry for the mess!" I went back. “Here’s another. Supposedly you have a counterpart in the Dominion.” “So, you want me to assassinate the assassin?” “Exactly. Last seen in Morthal,” he said, “Be careful. This one will be a little harder.” “This’ll take a little longer, I’m sure,” I said. And Sjard was right. The bounty hunter was smart. As soon as I entered the town, he fired an arrow at me from one of the new two-story buildings’ catwalks. And it seemed I was right in the middle of one of the streetfights I’d been hearing about. A retinue of Thalmor were fighting the still-present guards in the hold. I focused my attention on the fight for a while, helping where I could. In the confusion, I managed to sneak up two the second story of the building and get the drop on the hunter. Of course, he actually put up a fight. I blasted him off the roof with a solid, “FUS!” And then finished the job on the ground. By the time I got him, the Thalmor were dead. Of course, so were several guards. I returned to Windhelm to find Sjard had no more jobs for me. I sat with him for a while, but my mind was elsewhere. I decided with Serana and Damien looking, I should retire for the night. I trained with Shirley at Highreach and went to bed. “Aventus, I hope you’re alright in Cyrodiil,” I sighed, then I said, “And mom, I hope you return to us.” I’d never wanted to pray more in that moment. ---------------------------------------------------------- “Excuse me, are you Fenrir?” A man in robes asked. He’d accosted me in the street as I was walking to Windhelm’s gates. “Yeah. Who’re you?” “I’m with the Synod. My name is Panthius Vanin. Have you heard of us?” “Ehh… mages?” “That’s right. Specifically, we collect magical artifacts for the purpose of research and preservation. I know you’re busy with the war, but I wanted to ask your help with something that relates specifically to the war itself. When the Dominion moved through Cyrodiil, we decided we would move some of our artifacts here for safekeeping. We wanted to keep them out of the Dominion’s hands. And now…” “Let me guess. The Dominion are here, and they’re about to or already have stolen your artifacts,” I said. “Yes. We lack the resources to move such a large number of artifacts in such a short time, so we made a deal with the Legion – letting them use our artifacts for war. The Dominion attacked one of our caravans and took the contents to Fort Greenwall. We need to get them back.” “Well, magic weapons in the hands of the Thalmor is pretty bad news,” I said, “I’ll help you.” I sighed, “That’s all the way over by Riften. Gods, I need to learn some magic and learn teleport.” “Speak with the Imperial Battlemages in the palace. They want to help,” Panthius said. “Amazing,” I said, I approached them, “Do you guys know how to teleport to Riften, or somewhere near?” “Listen, guy. I know you think all mages are good for is conjuring water and teleportation, but we can do other things. But, not for you of course. Piss off,” one of them said. “Geez, lighten up. I’m here to help you get your artifacts back,” I explained. “Oh! Sorry about that! You a Stormcloak? Don’t seem very magical.” “I’m Fenrir Stormcloak,” I replied, “I am not magical. But I do have a repeating crossbow and a lot of rage to get out.” “Good, you’ll need it.” They teleported us to right outside of Riften. I turned towards the city. “Whoa, kid. You don’t want to go in there. All Thalmor. Let’s just do the job,” one of the battlemages said. We gathered with a group of other mages, and the one in charge said, “When they said backup was coming I didn’t think they’d send you. Maybe Damien.” “Sorry, do I know you?” I asked. “Galis Romoren. Here’s the situation. The Dominion troops stole the artifacts. We’re going to storm the place and kill everyone inside.” “Wow.” “What, don’t like my plan?” He asked. “No, it's fine, I guess. Just, I’m used to flying with a group that prefers subtlety. I mean, look at that ruined part in the wall. I bet my mom would love to just jump up and climb into the fort and start sniping people.” “You think you can do any better?” Galis asked, “How about this – you sneak in and when the party starts, we’ll storm in.” I shrugged. It wasn’t really my style, both in my skillset and my way of doing things. But I figured I could get a good vantage point for the crossbow from the tower. I walked over to the break and climbed on a rock to get inside. Then I walked up a path to the high tower and watched the comings and goings of the guards for a few minutes. I took aim, and fired a shot at a patrol, plugging her in the neck. Unfortunately, I am not a stealth person. Most the guards in the Fort turned to the source of the bolt and saw my bronze-shelled dwemer-clad ass on the top of the tower. I continued raining bolts down on them, and the mages started blasting through the front gates with fire and ice. After a few minutes, I came down and hacked a few guards with axe and shield. The Imperial Battlemages and Synod were storming into the interior and I was pulled along. One of the battlemages was dual-wielding staves, while Galis and one other were wielding greatsword in close quarters. The rest only used magic. While they battled on, I ran down into the dungeon. All the Thalmor had been called into the fight, so this was going to be easy. I took out my lockpicks and popped each lock down the line open, freeing a couple Stormcloaks and several Imperial Legionnaires. “The fight’s upstairs! Get your gear and let’s bust you out of here!” They did so, and helped us finish off the Thalmor inside. I looted what I could, then we all headed outside, where three high ranking Thalmor wizards and their guards were waiting for us. One of the battlemages summoned a Dremora Lord, and in the courtyard there was much blasting. (I’m glad I have a magic resistance shield). Turns out the wizards who’d shown up were delivering the artifacts for safekeeping. So we grabbed them and headed back to Windhelm. The Synod thanked me, and I decided I would train with the Stormcloak guards for a little bit. We all knew the strike on Windhelm was coming. But we weren’t sure where they would strike next. When I came back into the Palace of Kings, it was dark and most the faces who seemed to never sleep were vacant. Only Sjard was sitting in the hall, reading over his dossiers. My dad, Balfhe, General Sialius, all the subcommanders, all the Legionnaires, everybody. When I turned the corner near the throne, I spied a lone woman sitting on a bench that I couldn’t see when I walked in. She looked up from her book. “Oh, hey. Your name is Fenrir, right?” She smiled at me. I felt my heart skip a beat. Imperial, with dark hair. She was wearing what could’ve at one time been Synod robes, though they were cut into a short-skirt and showing healthy cleavage. Realizing I was staring and not saying anything, I finally replied, “Uhh… yes. Fenrir Stormdrain. I mean Stormcloak.” She giggled at me, “I’m Agrippina Clavius. I wanted to thank you for helping us out.” I shrugged, sitting on the bench next to her, “I feel like I didn’t do much. All the mages shooting energy at each other and I’m just a man with a shield.” “Don’t discount your contribution. Most of us need men like you. I’m not one of the greatsword types. Though, I mean, I know my way around a shortsword,” she grinned. Was she saying what I think she was saying? She responded to my silence with, “You know, I haven’t been on many campaigns. I’m just a Synod, not a Legionnaire like the battlemages. I hear a lot of the time when soldiers come through towns the women are very happy… for a time.” I blinked. I’m pretty sure she was. She grabbed my hand and held it for a minute. Then she put it on her leg casually. Our eyes were led over to one of the female legionnaires sitting down next to Sjard on the far side of the hall. They were loudly talking about old times with the legion, getting boisterous. “Apparently, they know each other,” I said. She slid my hand up her skirt and I could feel wetness. Velvety wetness. A Stormcloak man and the other greatsword Imperial Battlemage (female) walked into the big doors, loudly arguing about something, but joking and chuckling. In the meantime, Agrippina slid her hand up my tunic parts and was returning the favor to me. We watched the two pairs getting heated – one arguing and one reminiscing. Sjard looked at me, dead in the eye, and saw what was happening. He grinned at me. Then he took the Legionnaire woman in his arms and kissed her. She slapped him, but then she kissed him back. They sat down on the bench and started making out. When I looked over to the stormcloak and battlemage she said, “Ever had a real woman twist your club?” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that and then Agrippina sat on my lap, facing me and putting her breasts in my face. All bets were off at this point. The three couples all started to undress and do what comes natural in front of each other. It was a singular thrill to have other people watching, and be doing this in a public place where we could get caught. She pulled me to the floor and started to suck me off, then pushed me down and got on top of me. I lost sight of everybody else while she straddled me with her creamy thighs. In nearly half an hour, it was over. I sat up, and realized the guards had been changing and were now back in the room. And dad had walked in the door by the map room and was just standing there, unsure of what to do. The other couples finished before the onlookers walked in and were now acting like we were the only ones who’d been fucking. As we pulled our clothes back on, collectively the crowd clapped. I felt like I was blushing, but Agrippina just smirked. “We should do that again sometime,” she said, and disappeared into the Upper Floor, losing me immediately. Ulfric patted me on the back, “All I have to say is – that’s my boy!” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I may have stormed out and flew off. I may have transformed, and I never use this transformation. I see it as uncouth, like I’m accepting the gifts of that experience. I’m not. I’m just pissed. Hi, this is Serana. This is what I did today. My first thought was – I know of at least five secret Thalmor prisons in Skyrim. Why not work my way through them and exterminate everything inside? Except the prisoners, of course. Destana would be having a fit about how many prisons are in Skyrim. It strains logic. How have the Nords allowed the number of secret Thalmor places to get so out of control? First – the Thalmor prison by Helgen. Destana had cleared out this prison a while back, and sure enough it was full of the new Thalmor from the invasion now. I ripped through them all with blood storm. I’ve no time to mess with these fools. No prisoners, though. I flew a bit north to find Greywater Grotto – a cave-based prison cleared out during the re-establishment of Helgen. Or so I thought. All I found there were a bunch of Imps, trolls, and a hunter woman named Fjona who I caught singing at the top of her lungs deep in the cave. There were no Thalmor here to repopulate, and she saw me in VL form, but I was able to hide, vanish and calm down enough to go back into my natural state. I could push the rage down enough to ask question at least. “Hello. I feel I may have caught you at an embarrassing time,” I said. “A quiet song of glory. Loudest of tragedies. My name’s Fjona.” “Serana. Pleased to meet you.” “I sing this song when I’m alone. I longed to be a companion, a part of the circle. But you see, one must give up a part of their humanity. I was not willing to give it,” Fjona said, “I’d ask what brings a beautiful woman to a dank cave like this. But I’ve seen the gargoyles and vampires running around killing Thalmor. Now that you’re in human form, I see you’re not a threat to me. Thought I’d have a heck of a fight on my hands.” I cleared my throat, “In a way, I am. I’m also looking for the woman I love.” “Sorry, I haven’t seen any women in here. Or Thalmor. Just cave things,” Fjona replied. I sighed, wanting to know more, but not wanting to delay, “Strange. Why would you be just spending time in a cave full of dangerous monsters, alone?” “I’ve grown weary of saying goodbye.” “You know, Kodlak has died. There’s a new Harbinger. She abolished the old rules.” Fjona blew a breath through her lips, “I’ll take that into consideration. That’s the reason I left. But not the reason I won’t return. Seven years ago, there was a tournament. Eorlund Grey-mane vouched for me and I was allowed to participate. Isn’t that wild? I was a girl then. Sixteen, maybe. But Eorlund had seen me grow into a skilled archer from atop the forge. I was better with a bow than another that day. I beat out Irileth and Aela. She wasn’t at her best, but I’d never done better. But the hate they threw at me for that – accused me of cheating. They apologized of course, but I’d been with the companions even as long as I could hold a sword. And now I’m here. Wandering and killing rats and imps.” “Well, I’m sorry for all that. You really should pay your respects. Actually, the new harbinger is who I’m trying to find. And I must go.” “Again,” Fjona said, “I’ll think about it. Bye, lovely.” Next, it was on to the secret prison Dreynos’ had been held in (Runa told me about this one). But, no, nothing. Not even repopulated. Empty. I flew on over to the Thalmor Embassy now, which was also surprisingly deserted. They probably figured that would be the first thing we’d burn to the ground when they started to invade. And they were probably right. No peace could be had now. I had been following a path northward. Finally, I got to my last stop: Northwatch prison. I prayed to the gods this would be the place. Sure enough, there were Thalmor. Or at least I thought there were. A handful of Thalmor were fleeing the prison as I arrived, and I struck them down, stupidly, thinking there would be many others. I pressed forward to the next room and… a bunch of Stormcloaks just sitting in what looked like a bar for guards. They turned to me, but didn’t draw blades. Strange, seeing as how I was in my Vampire Lord form again. “Hey, uh, you here looking for Thalmor?” One of them asked. “Yeah,” I replied. “When we got here, they were all running away. Most of them teleported out. If you killed those elites that were doing the last-minute packing – feel free to check out the spoils. There are four of us and most of us are pretty green. We knew we couldn’t handle them. So, thanks.” “You’re welcome,” I replied, confused. I moved deeper into the prison. Three warlocks had taken up residence in the deepest parts, which attacked me on sight. And I ended their lives. I had a look around. I wondered why the Thalmor would flee so quickly. There were dead prisoners. A Khajiit and a few others. And a whole room full of dead Thalmor guards. Maybe ten. I looked at the wounds. Several were stabbed with different cutting instruments. Some real daggers, and one here was from a Bound Dagger. One wizard had his face burned off. And this one… I blinked. He’d had his blood drained from the neck. I put my hands over my mouth, shifting back into my human form. Daggers, magic, bound weapons, vampire. FUCK. I could feel tears coming to my eyes. I slumped in front of a wall with chains hanging freely, dried blood coating every surface. I tasted the blood, and besides being unsanitary and mixed with my tears, I could taste something familiar. Like a meal I’d fed on a couple times now. She was here. ------------------------------------------------ It’s only been about a day. When Damien said the Thalmor were researching strange, dimensional magics, I wasn’t certain how this could all be connected. High Inquisitor Orthar Alkinius had been doing the villain thing and monologuing, so I may have gotten as much information out of him as he’d gotten from me. “Of course, it won’t matter, my sweet Destana Dragonborn,” Orthar ran his hand on my cheek, “If you’re dead or perhaps worse after this, then you won’t be able to reveal our secrets to anyone. So I’ll let you know what the high command is cooking up.” “Bigger than Ancano and the Eye of Magnus?” “You speak of such things as if you understand them,” Orthar smirked, then he grabbed one of my breasts, kneading it painfully, “This is fun, no? I imagine all the boys want to paw your huge cow tits.” “It’s annoying. Are you an incel or something?” I spat back, “Just make your damn statement. Ask your damn question.” “Oh, no, don’t rush things. I haven’t even begun to torture you yet. How about this – if you will freely give me information, I won’t need to permanently disfigure your beautiful body.” “Aww. You think I’m beautiful?” I snickered. He grabbed me by the chin, forcefully, then he said, “Yes. Basics. Tell me everything about yourself.” Then he let go. “Okay, well I was born in Hammerfell, spent a lot of time on a ship…” “Just present day Destana. What are you now?” “Can any one person be defined by labels?” “Yes. That’s what I’m telling you to do,” he took out a very sharp, very small dagger and pressed it to my wrist. “Please, if you slash me there, I’ll bleed out. So go ahead.” Orthar laughed, “No, no. That’d be too easy. If you don’t answer I’m just going to slash the tendon in your right leg, so you’ll never walk again. The next time, your left. We’ll see where we get from there. I haven’t even started using magic yet. I guess I could make you answer with compulsion, but it’s more fun this way.” “I’m guessing your leaders don’t want any of this in a timely manner?” I smirked, then said, “I’m Queen of Skyrim, General of the Stormcloaks, Dragonborn. Former Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild. Member of the Dark Brotherhood. Member of the College of Winterhold. Harbinger of the Companions. I’m a mother of three. Two by birth, one adopted. Married to Ulfric Stormcloak, Serana of Volkihar, and…” “And..?” “Sanguine the Daedric Prince, though we’re separated. Also, I’m a disciple of Sanguine, Dibella, a shaman of the Forsworn, a member of the Marses forsworn tribe.” “That’s… a hell of a resume,” Orthar said, “How can I tell if you’re telling me the truth?” “I dunno,” I shrugged, “This is the easy stuff. Oh yeah and I’m a vampire. That’s why my eyes look like this. Like Serana, I have special vampire eyes.” “Alright,” Orthar said, “Take a vial of her blood. We must be sure.” A Thalmor soldier stepped up. “Be careful. I bite,” I laughed. “Do it!” Orthar said. The soldier cut me, pouring it into a bowl. “What are you testing for?” I asked. He poured a concoction in, and swirled it, and the blood wafted a coppery smell. “Well, it seems you’re a dragonborn and vampire,” Orthar said, “Excellent.” “So what do you want to do to me?” “I see no harm in telling you, my little blood sack,” Orthar continued, “You may have noticed the weakening of the dimensional fabric. Or perhaps not. You are sort of a dullard, aren’t you?” He slapped me on the cheek. “Please. I’m a mage. At least talk to me like I know what you’re talking about, because I do,” I replied as I turned back. “Alright. All the monsters coming from different worlds. In some small part, that is due to the death of the World Eater. But it doesn’t stop there. What has been done to the world by the death of a god will heal itself in time. Some true geniuses on the High Council have been experimenting with time and dimensional manipulation. Chief amongst them wants to turn it into a weapon. Some think that this meddling will cause permanent damage to our world.” “Why do you need my blood? Skyrim is lousy with dragons. Just take one of theirs,” I said. “Well, first of all, I’ve been present for a dragon killing before. When you kill them they fade into their spirit form to rejoin their brothers. If you are present, some small part of their power gets absorbed into you.” “I always wondered if those assholes got to go to dragon heaven if I killed them. Guess so,” I said. “But you,” Orthar said, “You have real blood we can take. What’s more, how may dragon souls have you absorbed at this point?” “A lot. I use them to powerup my shouts. I still have about 50 in reserve. Haven’t been word wall hunting for a looong time,” I replied. “There’s the crux. We want to extract your stored power through your blood. And use it to power our experiments.” I sighed, “Is there any way I can contribute to your research without being dead at the end of this?” “Possibly, if you play nice,” he replied, “In fact, one such experiment is ready to begin as we speak.” He slashed my wrist with his knife, but it didn’t penetrate my skin. “Uh oh,” I said, chuckling, “My skin is hard as iron. Better get something better.” He pulled out a thinner blade and made a production of sharpening it, then he sliced my wrist. I winced and the blood flowed into a jar that he collected. He walked over to an apparatus on the wall and placed it inside. A mechanical whirring occurred, then he took out the jar as it had separated into parts. Then he poured it into a much larger pipe system. “We had all this installed just for you,” Orthar said, “Don’t you feel special?” “I mean, I am. But what does the pipe system do?” I asked. “We studied the barrier for years and came up with this. Want to know how we get so many troops across continents in so little time?” “Mass teleportation?” “Time dilation,” he replied, “It’s still in it’s infancy, and we were bumbling around with other power sources before now. Call this your first test run. There’s a device in this fort that slows down time when active. Your blood is powering it right now.” “What’s the… conversion ratio?” He fiddled with some dials, “Going to start off at 1:30 ratio. This’ll give us more time to have fun. I don’t know if you noticed, but we already moved you once.” “Dang, all these prisons look the same,” I said, “Hey, how the hell do you have like six prisons in Skyrim anyway?” “That’s the thing. We just do things, and people just let us. Nobody wants to stop us. They say they’re scared, and rightly so. Mankind is a race of children without the time to grow up and figure out how to live their lives properly.” “Here we go~” “Elves just have so much longer, we know what we’re doing. In truth, what you people have been saying isn’t true. We don’t want to exterminate you. We just think you need to be looked after, cared for. Perhaps you can do a few tasks for us.” “Like animals.” “Not going to beat around the bush here. Yes,” Orthar said, “We’re going to have so much fun, you and I. How long do you think it’ll take them to find you in a secret underground prison?” “I mean, there are so many, it might take a few days,” I chuckled. “Yes, but what if every day they’re looking for you is thirty days down here of me extracting?” He started a low chuckle, which turned into a loud a raucous laugh of triumph. So that was my day 2 of captivity. A whole month of extraction and torture if I got out of line. They kept me well fed so I could provide them blood, but my body ached from being chained up constantly. Near the end of the third week, I found an opportunity. Orthar was taking a breather from toying with me (to sleep, I assume) and two guards (one male, one female) were making their rounds. "Hey, how dead to the world does this woman look?" The she-elf asked. This woman? Heh, they don't know who I am. I intentionally kept a vacant look in my eyes. "I bet if we paralyze her we could have some fun with her." I rolled my eyes. My greatest weakness. Paralysis. They gave me a paralytic poison, and when they let me down, I slumped to the ground, unable to do anything now. It was agonizing knowing freedom was within my reach, but yet still so far. "Hey what's this in her snatch?" The woman asked. "Don't take it out!" The man exclaimed, "Orthar said it keeps her from killing us with magic." "You know we could get in a lot of trouble for what we're doing," the woman said, "How are you gonna fuck her if she's full like that anyway?" "Psh, you have no imagination," he replied, "She looks pretty slack-jawed." He forced his dick in my mouth and thrusted for a little while. "What about her ass?" The woman asked. Thanks. You're going to be the first to die. He threw me over a table and slid in behind me, and it was tight. Even tighter because of the soulgem insert. I let him do it... not as if I had a choice. Then I got to thinking amongst the rhythmic pounding. Vampiric Drain doesn't take magicka. And I can perform spells without my hands. I started to form an idea. I could barely move my mouth, but I think I was smirking. I started to drain him through the plane of contact. I think he was too distracted enjoying my ass to notice. When he finally came, I smiled and found my power. I nearly drained him to death while he was going, but it was the first time I'd tried that so it was imperfect. But I got enough magicka to cure my paralysis with a no-hands spell, even with the constant drain. "She's starting to twitch! Put the chains back on her!" I sat up and used telekinesis to grab a rusty length of chain from beside me and wrapped it around the elf man's neck. The woman took out her sword and slashed for me, but I used the man as a shield. "Oh gods!" She yelled as she stabbed him in the chest. Then she yelled out, "Guards! Alarm!" I let go of his corpse, pulling the insert out of my vagina and throwing it across the room. Through with vengeance, I started casting a teleport spell with the scant borrowed magicka I had. But it was not to be. Orthar stepped in, immediately interrupting me with a paralysis spell. His guards quickly wrapped me up and chained me how I had been before. "You will never escape here," Orthar groggily said. "Your guards are idiots. You should train them bett~" one of them stuffed the rod into my mouth. "Good. I like her better that way," Orthar said, then he looked at the offending guards, "As for you..." He stepped forward and put his hand on the woman's shoulder, then he ran his dagger slowly and casually into her abdomen. "Take out the trash," Orthar said. So here I wait.

Continues on from: We rejoin Aerina at a campsite not from her destination Thanks for reading guys! I hope you liked this entry. I've also got some stuff for a "bad end" alternative of this story (Because apparently this ending wasn't "bad end" enough). If you like to see it, i've attached a poll and depending on that i'll post it to the non-cannon blog, as I know people may not be into the heavier "bad end" stuff. Anyway, you decide! Thanks again Aerina! Bonus Shots!