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  1. Hagraven Ritual & Beastess Lore & other small mods View File INFORMATION : I WISH TO GIVE THESE MODS TO SOMEBODY ELSE. I can't maintain all the mods I have, so I'll focus on my main mods. I began to make a small version to TID, called Udraeth, for a commission project i cancelled. Only the small world, village, npcs, and the beginning of the quest line is built. It could be use as a base for a small slavetown mod. If you're interested, please contact me. HAGRAVEN RITUAL (commission mod) Find a circle of shamans and hagravens in the Reach, and convince help to grant you the blssing of the Old Gods. Fully repeatible. How the mod works : - talk to an innkeeper to start it - Talk to the oldest MaidenRaven. - follow the instructions. The Blessing will cose you 1000 golds, or a sacrifice... one sacrifice is provided for free in the mod (a former test NPC), you'll need to provie more if you wish further blessings. You can be spectator, participant... your follower can also participate, or being sacrificed. This mod is presented "as it". I don't plan to update it, I have so much to do... BEASTESS LORE (commission mod) A small quest mod about beastesses. Chosen after an hunt to be Hircine plaything for one of his wild hunts, meet the Hagraven Mordra, and learn the secretq of the Beastesses/ - A quest line - two side quests : the troll prince, and the spriggan secrets - two radiant quests : hunt the beast, and jarl show. Want to support me? Visit my Patreon ! https://www.patreon.com/Delzaron Permissions : You're allowed to use this mod code as you want. You're not allowed to upload this mod on another platform. Assets belongs to their original authors. Submitter Delzaron Submitted 01/02/2019 Category Other Requires sexlab, dawnguard Special Edition Compatible Yes  
  2. Prettier Bandits View File Prettier Bandits v1.0 Includes: Prettier Female Bandits Prettier Female Warlocks Prettier Vaermina Devotees Prettier Witches and Hags Prettier Female Thalmor Prettier Thieves Prettier Adventurers Prettier Vigilants Prettier Stormcloaks Prettier Forsworn Unique Bosses Q: What is Prettier Bandits? This mod updates the appearance of hundreds female actor types, including all bandit encounters, warlocks, witches and hags, Thalmor and randomly encountered adventurers. It is primarily an appearance mod, removing dirt and grime, adding new hair models and generally making your various hostile female NPC encounters a lil easier on the eyes. However, I do add some additonal combat perks to the WE adventurer NPCs to make them tougher encounters, particularly at higher level. Also, as of v0.9 the Vigilants of Stendarr got a complete rebuild with all new NPCs. They are now organized into two Orders, the Wardens and the Crusaders. Crusaders are like a religious knightly order, they wear armor and have combat skills for melee, they use maces. The Wardens are more a scholarly priesthood using spells (mainly flame spells, they will often use a fire spell in both hands). They use vanilla gear, so any gear replacers or Bodyslide adjustments will automatically be applied. The Vigilants are also the only faction where the guys as well as the gals got an overhaul, I had to rebuild the male NPCs anyway so I figured why not give them a makeover while I was at it. Q: Unique Bosses? Certain leveled NPCs have been converted into Unique actors, had their appearance upgraded and given some additional perks and abilities. These include: The Imperial Captian at Helgen (so now you've got a cute gal trying to take your head off, yeah... that never happens...) The Caller from Felglow The Necromancer Cult from Wolf Skull Cave attempting to summon Potema, the ritual leader and the four assistants are now all unique with custom appearances Dalrita, the leader Maela, a Nord originally from Windhelm Tristyn, a Breton from High Rock Alcedonia, an Imperial from Bruma Vinelore, an Altmer from the Rift (?) a sleeping area with some extra loot and Dalrita's journal was added to the ruins Luah al Skaven from Ansilvund is now a unique NPC, I tried to make her MILFy... though I'm not sure what exactly that should look like. ? Minorne from Ruunvald is now a unique NPC with dusky skin to keep her in line with lore speculation that she may actually be an Ayleid. Keeper Carcette of the Vigilants is now a unique NPC to go along with the entire order getting an overhaul. Eisa Blackthorn encountered outside of Frostmere Crypt, now better looking and tougher with some scars, befitting a woman who survived Cidhna Mine! Salma from outside Ironbind Barrow Anska encountered inside High Gate Ruins Fjola from Mistwatch Tower Umana encountered deep within Alftand The "Vaermina Dreamgirls" consists of 6 devotees who awaken as you make your way through Nightcaller Temple Valana, a Breton Safia, an Imperial Jaedya, a Nord Teril, a Dunmer Carellon, an Altmer Enyra, a Nord Q: Does it give NPC any new abilities or make them tougher? For the most part no, Prettier Bandits was intended to be primarily an appearance mod only. It does increase the level range of encounters witches and hags to be similar to encountered warlocks. As I mentioned above it also gives the WEAdventurer's some additional combat perks, but nothing out of line with a vanilla lore friendly game (no super powers). Also, as of v0.9 a select few leveled NPC bosses have been converted into unique Boss NPCs, these were also given additional perks to make them a little bit more of a challenge as well as making them "prettier". The Vigilants of Stendarr did receive a complete overhaul, and now appear as either heavily armored "Crusaders" who specialize in melee combat, or robed "Wardens" who specialize in using magic. The Vigilants also included better looking male NPCs as well as females, since I was overhauling them all anyway. Q: What body type does it use? A: Whatever you have installed, the mod only changes the face and hair of the NPCs, not the body. So you can use any body type and any gear replacer for that body type and it will work fine with this mod. It should also work with any skin texture you have installed. Personally I use Bijin's Skin Q: Does it add anything new? Not really, there is no new armor or anything include in this mod. It does add a few new NPC encounters, mostly to the roadside thieves you sometimes encounter, I added two more female dark elves and one female wood elf to the possible encounter types. That's really about it, its an appearance mod. Q: Does this replace existing bandits or other NPCs? Yes, in so far as it updates the appearance of existing NPC actors. It does not alter their outfits, gear, etc. In most cases it simply adds actors to the leveled list, but in the case of the Vigilants they got a complete rebuild. Q: Why use this mod? You like eye candy? I made this mod with the intent of supporting Paradise Halls Extension so that captured bandits, warlocks, thalmor, etc. would be nicer looking slaves. Its since grown beyond that original purpose to simply making random encounters (and now a few unique bosses) look nicer. Q: Why is the file so large? Over 1,000 sets of face geometry and tint mask sets take a up a lot of space. The currently zipped file is 450 MB. Q: Will you add prettier guards or other NPCs? This is in progress. The current factions included are bandits, warlocks, necromancers, witches, WEAdventurers, WEThieves, Vaermina Devotees, Falmer Servants, Forsworn, Stormcloaks, and the Vigilants of Stendarr as of v0.9. Q: Is this Smexy Bandits? No. That was the original form of this project, at this point its abandoned, having been replaced by this project Q: Can I use your NPCs appearance in my own mod project? A: Yes! Copy in any NPC you like, I won't mind. If anything I'll be a lil flattered. I'm hoping in a future version of this mod to include a separate resource .esm that will contain all the appearance templates for people to use as a resource. So yes, if it would help you populate your mod with better looking NPCs, feel free to borrow and copy from this mod. Q: Why are you still using Apachii hair its so old? A: Nostalgia, also, I'M OLD ? Seriously, I'm tired of it too (too many dependencies for one, and not enough variety second), so one of my goals for the is to convert the entire mod over to KS Hairdo's. At that point Apachii hair will no longer be required or used, I will not maintain two versions of the mod (way too much work). I am working on converting to KS Hair, it is now required for the new unique NPCs. I'm not sure when I'll be able to convert the full mod as I'm also working on laying the groundwork for the eventual 2.0 which will overhaul, rebuild and expand the mod considerably. So it might take awhile. Q: Will there be a SE version of this mod? Yes, I'm working on it now. What's required Skyrim.esm Update.esm Apachii Hair for Females 1.5 Apachii Hair 1.6 Full Installation: Download and install with your favorite mod manager. Load order is up to you, you can let other things overwrite it or not as you wish. Removal is simple, just uninstall with your mod organizer. There are no scripts included in this mod so it shouldn't break anything. Known Issues: None To Do List: What's Next? Next up will be v1.1. I'm planning on adding more unique NPCs for that and I'm also planning on adding options for some of the unique NPCs to become available as followers or hirelings. For now I'm looking at doing this for the following NPCs: Salma, after finishing Ironbind Barrow, if she survives her quest will shut down and she will go to the Nightgate Inn where she can then be asked to follow you as a regular follower. Also, if she dies (or is enslaved) her quest will automatically shut down so that her quest dialog stops and she doesn't despawn if turned into an undead thrall or a slave. Eisa Blackthorn, if she is allowed to leave, she goes to Morthal. Additional changes would be made so that if she isn't killed you can hire her as a hireling for 500 gold (she is a mercenary after all) Anska, if you help her in High Gate Ruins, afterwards she will be available as a follower Fjola, if you let her leave Mistwatch instead of killing her (or enslaving her) she will show up elsewhere and be available as a hireling. I'm also looking add adding more unique NPCs from Solstheim and possibly adding Alva and Laelette (vampires) from Morthal. Mods I Used While Making This Mod For the eyes I'm using Improved Eyes Skyrim For skin I use Bijin's Skin For the brows I'm using Hvergelmir's Brows However, the mod should work with any skin, eye or brow pack you choose. None of these are included. It will also work with whatever body type you install, the mod doesn't affect the body, just the face and hair. Also, I would suggest this mod for the Forsworn, Forsworn Natural if you want topless Forsworn as seen in the preview. Special Thanks to my Beta Test Team for a LOT of patience and testing. Karlpaws Psalam Valcon767 Worik Blackbird_Wanderer Support Me I now have a SubscribeStar account if you want to help support me making mods. You're support will be very much appreciated and will help me have more time to work on mods and create new content. Submitter EinarrTheRed Submitted 05/15/2016 Category Other Requires Appachi Hair 1.6 Full Special Edition Compatible No
  3. Disclaimer: The first half is mostly vanilla. The second half goes to some pretty dark places, thus the NSFL tag. Fenrir at the helm. The Thalmor are here and we’re at war. Though the remaining sensible Imperials are helping, we’re losing. We lost Riften, Falkreath and Helgen. It seems like they’ve got a presence in Morthal, as well. No fighting, just swept through in the night. I got up early and experimented with moving troops around on the map a bit before General Sialius, Commander Balfhe, King Ulfric and Listener Runa walked in. Made me feel like just a guy until Sialius said, “Hail Prince. What do you have here?” “It all depends on what they do,” I replied, “I hope that even without mom the Forsworn are in this.” “This is not a bad idea, Fenrir,” Balfhe said. “I have more targets for assassination, if the Brotherhood is in,” Sjard poked his head in. Runa nodded and started, “Gotta find~ “Sir!” A nord courier ran in the room, out of breath, handing Balfhe and Sialius a piece of parchment. My heart sank. I knew what was coming. Balfhe read, “A large force of Thalmor are forming in the Reach. They’re massing to attack Markarth!” “Dammit!” Ulfric said, “I bet they’re going to sweep north through Solitude next. If they control the port, we’ve lost!” “Runa, Fenrir, take whatever you’ve got and go to Markarth!” “Damn. Where are Damien and Serana?” I growled. Runa shook her head, saying to me, “No time. I’m going to use the tunnel to Highreach and get backup from Hrolf Witch-Slayer in Solitude.” “Right. I’m going to Druadach to get Madanach’s guys,” I said. We both passed through Highreach and stepped out near Solitude. Runa told Shirley to head to Markarth. “Take Shadowmere!” Runa yelled as she ran into the city. The black steed’s hooves beat as fast as they could. I leapt from his back and headed into Druadach Redoubt. The cave was dank, but huge and well-lit with torches and a red sacred tree. I happened upon Borkul immediately, surrounded by a group of rough-and-tumble Forsworn warriors. “Hey! I know you! How’s your mom?” “Not great. I know you guys don’t get the news up here. The Thalmor took Riften, Falkreath, Helgen and Morthal.” “By the damned spirits, kid!” Uraacen shouted from the cave. “I can bet where they’re going next,” Borkul said, “C’mon guys, gear up!” They hastily threw on their weapons and armor and headed out on a group of horses that couldn’t keep up with Shadowmere. “Hard to believe we were breaking out of this place a couple weeks ago and now we’re defending it,” a woman said. “Yeah well, the big D set up our king in Markarth and gave us rights. Better this than the Thalmor,” Borkul shouted over the hoof sounds. “Who are you?” I asked. “I’m Ralya. Are you related to Destana?” She asked. “I’m her son.” “Wow, how old is she?” Ralya asked. “Almost thirty,” I replied, “It’s a long story.” She smirked while she was thinking about mom. Gods, how many hearts has my mother captured now? I shook my head. We stampeded up to Markarth’s gates and dismounted. The guards looked like they were on edge at our presence, but Runa calmed them. “Damn Forsworn! Here to kick us while we’re down?” One of them shouted. “We’re here to defend your sorry asses!” Borkul chuckled. “Back off, we need all the help we can get,” Runa said from the group of Solitude soldiers massing to the side. Benna was wading in the nearby river, looking forlorn. I’m not really a giant speaker, but I walked over to the edge, “Hey, where did Bol and the Mammoth go?” She growled a little, then she picked me up, raising me up high so I could see down the hills where the Thalmor were gathering. I pursed my lips, “Those fucking bastards.” “What?” Runa asked. I shook my head. At the Thalmor camp was a slain Mammoth. They’d already chopped him up for meat. “The Giant was the one who saw them first,” one of the soldiers said, “He and the Mammoth were patrolling the area. They got the pet, but I haven’t seen the master.” I met eyes with Benna, “We need to give these guys hell.” Runa and I walked into the city with Shirley, leaving the combined forces to get ready. I ran into Markarth’s map room to find Madanach standing on the map, pointing out strategic points with his toes. He looked over to me, “I heard the news, kids. Sorry ‘bout your mom.” Hlofgahr the Brave (the guy from Riften’s failed defense) piped up from the corner, “The Dominion are here! We’d better get down to the front lines!” Madanach jumped down from the table. “You’re coming too?” Runa asked, “Usually the Jarl stays put while the battle is going on.” “Maybe that’s why we’ve been losing! C’mon! I’m going to defend this city with my life!” And with that everybody scrambled out, being joined by guards scrambling to the gate. One of the guards put his hand on Runa’s forearm as we passed, accosting her across the stream by the gates. “You remind me of someone,” the guard said, “But there’s no way. Do you have a younger sister?” Runa tilted her head, “Are you H.K?” “Harod of Kozanset,” he replied. She pulled out a gold-colored helm and handed it to him, “Here. I borrowed this a few years ago.” “What the… There’s no way…you’ve got to be messing with me. You were that stick? You had to have been a girl and now you look full-grown,” he looked down at her chest without thinking. Runa smirked a little, “In Cyrodiil, several years passed. Thank you for your act of kindness. I hope you make it through this day.” He took off his Stormcloak helm, revealing a Redguard. He stepped up to her, “Gods, you got tall.” Runa pulled him up out of the stream, showing their height was nearly even, then kissed him on the cheek. “That’s for luck,” she smiled. I was watching this display, and I smiled. Maybe there was hope here. We walked out the gates and Borkul grabbed Madanach in a bear hug, “My King! My Jarl!” Madanach chuckled as the Forsworn all piled on. “Everyone!” Madanach shouted, “It would warm Destana’s heart to see us working together! Markarth has the heart of both the Nords and the Reachmen! Do not let them breach the walls! Do not let her sacrifice be in vain! For the Reach! For Skyrim!” Stormcloaks, Imperials and Reachman alike raised weapons and shouted. I turned to Runa, “Does he think mom’s dead?” “I mean, she might be,” Runa replied. “Don’t say that…” I said back. “They’re coming!” Hlofgahr shouted. Large firebombs or meteors or fireballs started to rain down on our gathering area and the soldiers scattered. Forming up, the Forsworn behind Madanach and Borkul; the Solitude Stormcloaks and Imperials behind Runa and Shirley, and the other Stormcloaks behind me. We charged. The other fighters crested the hill just below the first barricade and I got up on the walls. I knew this would expose me, but I figured I was going to make the largest difference before they knew what I was packing. I took out the Dwemer Cheiroballista and loaded took aim. Runa charged into the fray. A swarm of bolts pelted the back lines of the Thalmor forces, and as they turned to me, aiming their most powerful magics, I heard the thundering roar of, “FUS-RO!” The second word! She’d been working on that one! Runa knocked a whole gaggle of them from horses and forestalled the casters blasting me from the walls. I ducked behind some debris, reloading, and letting a second volley fly. I must’ve taken out a dozen archers and casters before they started blasting me with fire. A massive form interposed itself between me and the blasts, tanking the damage meant for me. “Benna!” The giantess roared, pulling a boulder she’d carried and lobbed it into the crowd. But for all our decimation of their forces, more of them were pouring from the road down the hill. We were pushed back. “How did they move so many troops here without us noticing?” Runa asked as she rounded the corner. “I have no idea!” I said back, now fighting with axe and shield against auxiliaries. They kept pushing and eventually we were back against the walls. Men were falling left and right, and the skies opened up, coating the ground with blood and mud. “Godsdammit! Defend the gates!” Hlofgahr shouted. Madanach shouted, “Archers on the wall, fire! Defend the switches!” I ran up into the walls and positioned myself between the few still-living archers and switches, using my crossbow to mow down countless Thalmor from the murder holes. Shirley and Borkul came with me and fended the Thalmor now getting dangerously close to my back. “For the Reach!” A briarheart fought and died in a swarm of Thalmor. “Just how many men do they have to throw at us?!” Borkul said as he cut a Wood elf’s skull in half. “We might need to retreat!” Shirley said back. Then it happened – a Khajiit assassin clubbed me in the back of the head as I was reloading. He reached down and threw the switch. Borkul took off his head and Shirley stabbed him through the chest, but it was already done. Thalmor had already poured through the gates, breaching the wall. I fell unconscious. Markarth became a scramble of chaos. With all the new Reachmen living in the city, many more Thalmor died that day. When I woke up, I was in a dark, stone hallway. Runa was sitting beside me. Madanach casted a light spell, illuminating the area. “We carried you here,” Borkul nodded to Shirley. “Dammit. This is not going well,” I groaned from the ground, “Where are we? Is us five all who made it?” “The Markarth Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary,” Runa replied, “There’s a secret hatch in the Warrens and one in the stream flowing through the city. Madanach suggested the mine, but I knew they’d eventually look there. But this place is secret.” “Curse the Damn Thalmor. I finally get to live in my city again like a normal man and they take it,” Madanach growled, “I want to go out there! My people are dying!” “You know I’m not going to let you do that,” Borkul said. “Yeah, we’re already two (or three) Jarls down,” I said, “They’ll execute you if they find you.” Runa said, “We’d do best to get the hell out of here and regroup.” “If we had hid in the Dwemer escape tunnel from Cidhna mine we could be traveling the vast complex beneath the city and get out of here,” Madanach said. Borkul chuckled out loud, a good hearty chuckle. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “If any of the Forsworn survived, they’re probably going to be taken to Cidhna Mine to work!” Borkul laughed again, “The godsdamned irony!” “I’d wager the Thalmor are going to convert it back into slave labor, but for any non-Thalmor,” Madanach said, “So what’s the plan?” “We can wait until Nightfall and use the back tunnel. It leads to the stream, which we can follow to the outside of the city,” Runa said. So, we waited there for a hew hours, contemplating our lives and our next move. I know what you may be thinking, that it might be very hard for us to slip out, but we came out of the back tunnel and found only one patrol of two Thalmor. Between the five of us, and getting the drop on them, they didn’t make a sound. We each leapt from the edge and landed in the pond Benna had been wading through earlier. Speaking of Benna, among the corpses I didn’t see hers – and that would have been noticeable. So I hoped she got out of there. We all traveled north and retired to Highreach and we found Hrolf, Sialius and Balfhe there. “What the hell happened?” General Sialius asked. “There are just too many of them,” I replied, “I don’t know how they got that many troops to Falkreath from the border in hours, then to Markarth in just a couple days…. WITHOUT us fucking noticing!” “Gods,” Balfhe said, “Some kind of teleportation? Some kind of magic?” “Not teleportation,” a voice said, and we turned. Before us was a haggard and bloodied man, his staff broken into two pieces. He took off his mask, and his eyes were black holes like a Daedra. “Damien… what happened to you?” I asked. He said, “Time magic.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is… Destana. “Now, just what are you doing?” I heard a familiar voice, but hanging there in the dark, chained up, blood and dirt covering my body… I either couldn’t or didn’t want to open my eyes. “You know you could really use a bath.” “The service around here is terrible,” I said back. Then I laughed, slumping against the chains. “What are they doing to you? You’ve lost your fire,” the voice said. “Oh, you know, torture. Draining my blood. For three months now. I must be going crazy. I’m even hearing voices. Of course, you know that, because you’re one of them.” “I’m not in your head. Open your eyes you rube!” He said. I blinked, trying to clear whatever had been in my eyes that was making my face sticky. “I can’t see very well right now. I’ll have to get back to you. Tell my assistant to find a place in my schedule,” I chuckled again. Apparently, my laughing was enough to wake a nearby guard, who walked over to me. “Who are you talking to?” He asked. “Just the voices in my head,” I replied. He sighed as he walked away, “Fuckin’ looney.” “He’s right,” the voice whispered, “If you opened your damn eyes, you’d see it’s the image of your Ex-husband trying to help you even though he is dangerously low in his ability to influence Nirn!” My eyes shot open, and there he was. “I must be crazy,” I said, “I’ve barely seen you in ages.” “Look, I don’t have a lot of time,” Sanguine said, “You hang in there. I’m going to tell the kid where you are. But when they storm in here, you be ready.” And his image vanished as Orthar passed through it. He grabbed my boob again – like he did every time. But this time he twisted my nipple. “Ow! What are you, twelve?” I asked. “Just making sure you’re awake. Do you even remember all the fun things we’ve been doing? What we’ve discovered?” Orthar asked. “Gods, no. But I’m sure you’re going to remind me,” I groaned. “No, I’m going to tell my boss on the council what we’ve been doing here. But that’s later. For now, a courier finally arrived with this hefty stack of rituals from my contacts.” “What are do they do?” I asked. “Well, this whole time we’ve been probing into the universe next door. Come to find out the denizens are a lot different than ours. I’m going to make first contact with them, offering you as our diplomat,” Orthar had started drawing a ritual circle under me during this time. “I hate to tell you this, but I’m not exactly the one to sing your praises,” I said. “Oh, you misunderstand,” Orthar continued drawing the circle in meticulous detail, “These denizens don’t speak as far as I know. They’re not like your friends from the other spheres. I got a glimpse into this universe, and it’s filled with horrors.” “So why probe into this place?” I asked, starting to get nervous. “Well, the council feels that while your energy is finite and you will eventually be used up, having an entire universe to draw from will allow us to do anything we want. We could conquer this whole world. Just think about the amazing things we can do. You’re so tough, I believe you may be one of the few mortals in this realm who could handle first contact with them,” Orthar smiled, then he slashed my wrist again, letting my blood fall into the circle. He raised his hands, channeling some kind of long cast spell. The floor started to change – it looked the same, but the consistency was like jelly. I felt queasy, my feet battling with the strange malleability of the stone. Orthar took several steps back and turned a knob on the dwemer battery he’d been using to gather the energy of my blood. And just from being on in the presence of this reaction, it started to fill with power. I held myself up by the chains on my wrists causing me to bleed more. Orthar casted a restoration spell, closing my wounds, “We wouldn’t want you to die. Now, get ready to greet your new friends.” And tendrils reached out from the jelly-like facsimile of the floor. One of them gripped my neck, many others shredding the chains like ribbons from my body. My brain thought I was free for a few seconds, but then half a dozen more tendrils leapt out of the floor. They grasped at my arms, my legs, my waist, one of them cushioned my back as another one slid across my unprotected crotch. “Oh! No! NO!” I screamed, “You are not going to sit and watch this happen to me, you sick piece… of….” “The Estrus Beast,” Orthar started to read his notes in a journal before he started adding to them, “Fosters sexual receptivity in normal mortals of this plane. It also excretes a highly toxic paralytic poison. We’ve done some small tests with other subjects, but they died instantly. You are one of a kind, Dragonborn.” I went slack as the thing forced a meaty tentacle into my vagina, sliding back and forth like it was fucking me. “You may be asking yourself how things like this exist. You see,” Orthar started, but a tentacle flew in his direction, and it was rebuffed by the circle’s shielding effect. He cleared his throat, “Everything in their world is either tentacles or pods to put the tentacles. The Estrus eat each other. So it has two things it can consider you – are you food or a potential sex partner?” I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound. My vocal chords were paralyzed. Project 12_02-22-2022_17-1-20-789.mp4 Orthar continued writing in his notebook as the thing fucked me. Eventually it finished, shooting a hot, sticky load of… something into me. It touched the barrier a couple more times, then it descended back into the goop of the floor. The magic circle dissipated and I was dumped onto the cold, hard stone, fighting to breathe but barely able to. I twitched as I lay there, helpless. “Don’t worry about having monster babies or anything. The Estrus’ biology is not compatible with yours. You’ll pass it harmlessly in a few minutes. I’m sure you’re familiar with how semen flows out after sex – I know all about you,” Orthar said. In a blinding fit of rage and powerlessness I started to weep, still unable to move my limbs. “Oh, by the gods,” Orthar bent down next to me, “It seems I have finally broken you, Destana Dragonborn. You’ve certainly lasted longer than anybody else. I do believe I shall celebrate. Guards!” Several Thalmor came in with new chains and devices. One of them readied a new gag – not as good as the old one, and they got the chains ready. One of them – a red-haired woman, put her fingers up inside me and tested it with some sort of alchemical bottle. “Clear, sir,” she said. “Thank you,” Orthar stripped off his robes (but not the hood, strangely) and slid his dick inside me. He started to thrust and laid there, limp. It was at this moment that I realized the creature had pushed the crystal out. I could feel my magicka was nearly full now. My body was broken, and my spirit nearly there. With one more bout of rage, I started to channel a spell, even with Orthar violating me. “Wait what is she~” the female guard started, but she was cut off by a massive blast of cold to her face. The four guards in front of me drew their weapons, but two of them exploded in shards of ice and frozen body parts within seconds. Orthar put his hand around my neck and squeezed. His other hand jabbed me in the side, paralyzing me. I fell limp again. “Perhaps~” He continued to thrust as my spell fizzled, “I spoke too soon.” “By the gods!” One of the still-living guards shouted, “She killed three people instantly and wounded half a dozen more in the next hallway! We should chain her back up NOW!” “No. See, I’m rather pissed now. After I finish~” Orthar groaned, emptying his balls in me. FUCK! I could’ve been draining him! He dumped me on the floor, and started redrawing the magic circle, “You see, I’m feeling vindictive now. Get me more magicka batteries. We’re going to see just how long you can last, Dragonborn!” In just under a minute the circle was drawn again and six guards were now in the room, curious as to what was going on. Orthar opened the goopy gate again, and I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks as the thing entered our world again. This time it was a different beast. Only four tentacles, but the base inched its way in, looking like a pink flytrap. Various appendages like cilia grabbed my body, while two of the tentacles spread my legs wide. This time several of the short tentacles inserted themselves into my ass, my pussy, rubbed against my crotch, folding and feeling where it could get a hold to implant its seed. I kicked and screamed until the thing's paralytic took hold again and then I went limp - powerless. "Ugh," one of the she-elves could barely hold back her puke and left the room, but the men seemed to be stroking themselves to the perversion. All the while Orthar was laughing, filling his batteries one after another. This one dumped me on the floor like the last, and the process continued. Orthar had one of the other Thalmor wizards take a turn (after I was tested) and fucked me raw. Then he summoned a third Estrus, and a fourth, letting his men have turns with me. When finally all his batteries were full, Orthar looked down on me and smiled, "You belong to me now. Your only purpose is to charge these, that will fuel our weapons, that will allow us to roll our war machine across all of Nirn." I made no response, as I'm pretty sure at this point I was in a catatonic state. He chuckled, and started to walk away. Orthar turned the corner, and I couldn't see what he could see, but he was taken aback by whatever it was. "What are you fools doing?" He shouted, "Get back to your posts!" Did the creatures have this effect on people? I could hear the sounds of distant moaning of men and women, but my brain just would not concentrate on what was happening. I felt the floor begin to undulate again and I felt like I was going to weep. Not again... The tendril grabbed my arm and I braced myself for the horror, but instead... it wiped my hand in the blood, then it rubbed my hand vigorously across the magic circle. And the creature emerged again. It let me go, and formed its huge body into a tube as it wormed its way through the small opening in the circle It'd made for itself. The Estrus scurried off. Seconds later, I heard screams. I laid there for what seemed like hours as several more of the creatures did the same, wriggling through the narrow channel made by my arm. I rolled over. I crawled across the circle (that was no bane to me, only the Estrus creatures) and when I was able to drag my body around the corner, I found an elven woman locked in a pink pod like the one I'd been in earlier - only shaped more like a long tulip. Another one was grabbed by the first Estrus type I'd been grabbed by, and another by the large pod. The hallway was filled with screams for nearly a minute, then they were mostly corpses, falling limp, including the men. But one voice rang out over the squelching. "Please! Help me!" Orthar was being grabbed by the first Estrus type that was all tentacles. He was the last to be grabbed, and thus the last to be alive. I stood, and walked over to him, smugly silent as he screamed again. The tentacles tore into his asshole. "Why the fuck would I do that?" I asked, "You tortured me for months. And finally you're getting some of your own medicine. I hope you die a painful death!" I limped out of there and opened the door to the outside. It was daytime, and I'd forgotten that the place was crawling with guards outside too. I hadn't found my things amongst the chests in the fortress, only a prisoner's dirty garb and a few melee weapons. I gritted my teeth, and even though I was feeling weak from all the horror downstairs, I drew a dagger and sword and yelled, "C'mon!" The four Thalmor rushed me, and I evaded and slashed for a solid couple minutes. I figured more reinforcements would come, but then I noticed in the distance - this fort was being attacked by Bandits at this very moment. "Skyrim belongs to the Nords!" One of the bandits yelled. It seemed even the common rabble were fighting against the Thalmor. The bandits and Thalmor surface guards tore through each other - causing mutually assured destruction. The combat spilled over into my fight, the two sides killing each other. I slashed out at every person there. When all was said and done, one Thalmor remained. And like one last goddamn stick in my eye, he got the drop on me. I was exhausted - not having slept a good sleep in months now. He choked me out, and I passed out. He may have realized he was the last Thalmor left here. He may have been influenced by the Estrus' aura of sexual perversion. All I know is I woke up with his dick in my mouth and my hands tied again. Seconds later he was cumming on my face. I looked up. "That's how we treat women where we come from," he chuckled. I was looking behind him. A giant club came down on him, exploding him into a frosty, bloody mess. I started to beast call at him, but the Frost Giant nodded at me and walked away. The... spirits? I was left standing there, alone. I dropped to my knees in the frosty cold, letting myself weep for real this time. I realized the Estrus may be coming any minute and I sprinted the fuck out of there. And just a bowshot away, I found them. "By the gods!" Serana shouted, Damien by her side. "Please! Teleport away! Now! Let's get out of here!" I screamed, grabbing at his robes. We appeared in Highreach. Serana carried me, naked, to the hot springs. I gripped her and she sat down with me in her arms, still clothed. I put my head on her chest, shivering, and fell asleep.
  4. Hey there, Destana again. Last time I made the last few preparations for the Thalmor invasion, went through some training, rescued some people, fought some Thalmor insurgents. The morning of the 29th day, Fenrir came to me along with Runa, Damien, Ulfric and Serana. “Mom, we have two primary commanders with two forces so that if either major city is taken, we’ll have a reserve. In Windhelm, Balfhe Hard-Heart. In Solitude, Hrolf Witch-Slayer. They’ve been running independent operations. You may notice a few groups of Imperial Soldiers, many of which are stationed in Solitude. They’re defectors to the Bandit King. Still Imperial, but they came here to join the fight against the Thalmor, or because they were trapped here by the Time Break.” “Hmm… maybe I shouldn’t have killed those Imperial troops on the way out of Markarth,” I muttered. “What’s that?” “Nothing!” I smiled. “The Thieves’ Guild and Dark Brotherhood are ready,” Runa said. “As are the Vampires,” Serana said. “All right. Let’s go see Balfhe,” I said. Ulfric and Serana stayed in the throne room for now while the kids and I went to the map room. Balfhe looked over to me, wearing similar armor to Ulfric. He stood and shook my hand, “Nice to finally meet you, Stormblade.” Then he whispered, “I know your station now, but are you still up for missions? You fought in the civil war. The people look up to you, respect you. You helped free Skyrim.” “Of course. They couldn’t keep me away from doing this kind of dirty work.” “Good. I finally have a lead on the staging point for the Thalmor.” “Is it a prison?” I asked flatly. “A hidden old fort. The embassy was never where the true leadership lied, it was a cover. This is the true nerve center.” I smirked, “Sounds like something I can sink my teeth into. I won’t leave any of them alive.” “Great. I knew I could count on you. And don’t tell anyone. The Thalmor have spies, and it’s better if they don’t know you’re coming,” Balfhe said. I turned to the group, “Alright, who’s coming?” Runa nodded, “I’m in.” “Me too,” Fenrir said. “I’m sure you guys can handle this,” Damien said, “I’m going to head to Solitude and talk to Hrolf, establish what we’re up to there.” “Sounds good. Do your best, son,” I said. Damien teleported to Solitude, and we traveled on our fast horses. It wasn’t but an hour’s ride from Windhelm, on top of a plateau and hard to see from the road; tucked away. The door was coated in a strange magic, which I was able to dispel without a great deal of effort. But as we stepped inside, a portcullis slammed shut behind us. “I should’ve known,” I said. “It seems we have a fresh catch,” a Thalmor said from behind a gate in front of us, “I am Aldarilar, and you are?” “Destana Stormblade. Runa Fair-Shield. Fenrir Stormcloak,” I replied flatly, “Let us out of here.” “And why would I do that? It appears the Stormcloaks have finally found us, I hadn’t imagined it would take so long. You must be the agents they sent to take us out, hmmmm? Well, it seems this is the end of your journey. I think I’ll send your heads back to your leaders in Windhelm. That’ll send a message. Any last words?” “C’mon then. Let’s see what you’ve got,” I drew my claw and dagger. “Such arrogance! I doubt anyone will miss you with an attitude like that!” He said, and the gate started to pull away. Runa had drawn her Goblin Bow and Fenrir his Dwemer Crossbow and they fired a couple shots as I ran in (how backwards). I slashed at the mer in the doorway until they passed by me. The kids drew their melee weapons to engage and I took on the next couple. Runa and Fenrir slashed through the first ones in record time, and I threw up invisibility, letting the third and fourth go for them as well. I took the opportunity and slit one’s throat, but Runa caved his chest in at the same time, and for the fourth one I FUS-RO-DAH’d him to the far side of the room. This gave me an opportunity to rush into the room, the others following. Aldarilar was ready with powerful sprays of lightning, cutting through my vitality quickly, even as I slashed at him. I strafed him about a pillar and healed myself while Runa and Damien flanked him. “TIID!” I shouted as I emerged at hyper-speed, slashing him in the back. But he was very slippery and hard to pin down, backing away as he sprayed the kids with fire. Even alone, he was no joke. I threw a Nemesis on him, cutting through his life force with a baleful illusory copy of Aldarilar, while Runa gave him the last few strikes he needed to go down. I breathed a sigh of relief and threw down a group heal. Clearly, these were the elites. Their leader could even give me trouble with support. Project 07_02-03-2022_18-55-36-761.mp4 We proceeded to use maximum stealth to clean out the rest of the secret fortress, all of us using our ranged attacks. “That is a nice crossbow, Fenrir,” I said. “I’ve been studying the construction and pieced together a few schematics, built them all myself. This one is a very rare later dwemer bowgun that uses magazines; an autoloader.” “You mean you don’t have to reload after every shot?” I asked. “Here, give it a try,” he tossed it to me. I shot the next Thalmor with precision accuracy and it loaded the next bolt itself. “You can have that one. I know it’s not magical like the Nerevarine’s Bow, but it might come in handy.” “Don’t you need it?” “I have two more,” Fenrir pulled out a similar looking one with a beefier looking barrel. “What’s that one do?” I asked. He aimed around the next corner and shot, it blasting five bolts at once. “WOW!” I blinked, “That could tear through an enemy.” “Only problem is it eats through ammo, and I have to reload one of these magazines after every shot. But it’s not any slower than a normal crossbow.” Runa sighed, “You and I need to find something to nerd out about together. You guys have this, you and Damien have magic. I use heavy armor and greatswords and you use small weapons and… no armor. Or clothing… I guess.” “I mean, you could probably pull this off too,” I smirked. “Mom!” Runa groaned. “We could get our hair done! I like your hair!” She smiled, twirling her braid, “Thanks.” Later as I was breaking into some footlockers, Runa said, “You know you don’t need to open every single lock in here. How much is actually in those?” “Only about 20 gold in each locker.” “How much gold do you have?” “Like… 270K I think. I donated a bunch to the war effort. It’s hard to keep track when you can just stuff it in the dimensional bag,” I chuckled, “And to answer you – I’m thorough!” When we were done, Fenrir asked, “Could you drop me off at Solitude before you go back to Windhelm?” “Sure.” “I’m going to stop by the Dawnstar Sanctuary,” Runa said, “Only a bit north of here.” When I got back to Windhelm, I was alone, and the teleport puts me in the Gray Quarter. So I walked up to the Palace of Kings. Suddenly – the sounds of a mass teleport. The plaza was covered in Thalmor troops, but it had already been loosely populated with Stormcloaks and armed citizens who joined the melee. I joined the fray and after a few minutes we took them all down. A few guard casualties, but all the Thalmor casualties. Project 06_02-03-2022_18-53-5-801.mp4 “They’re getting bolder,” I said as I walked into the Palace of Kings. “How did it go?” Balfhe asked. “It’s done. No survivors. Those guys were surprisingly tough. Maybe that’ll make it harder for them to coordinate an attack once they get here, but I doubt it.” “But in the short term, it’s good.” “What’s the latest?” I folded my arms. “Just like you predicted, they’re massing at the Cyrodiil borders. We’re struggling to get supplies where we need them. You’re pretty good at getting places fast right? Mind looking for our last convoy?” “Sure. Mark the map,” I held out my quest book’s map. I teleported to a Forsworn site and flew there. I approached the convoy in stealth to find it being ransacked by Thalmor. I shot them down. They put up a good fight with magic, but I won. No survivors, for or against me. I teleported back to Windhelm and gave him the news. “Damned Thalmor. We need to change up our routes. Do you mind doing another small job?” “Sure, shoot.” “This is probably beneath your station and job description, but with your mobility… also, durability, I know these will get to their destinations,” he handed me two packets of official battle plans and orders, “We all know you can look after yourself.” “Fine. Where?” Fort Neugrad in Falkreath Hold and Fort Greenwall in the Rift.” I took the first to Velfrid, and we were immediately assaulted by two assassins headed right for the commander. I used stealth and stabbed the first in the back and fought the second off with Commander Velfrid’s help. Then I took the second to Commander Savild. Nothing interesting there. And I was back in Windhelm. “That’s all for now,” Balfhe said, “We have a covert op we’re putting together tonight. Be back here later if you want in. At the very least, try to be back here in the morning. Everybody knows when that barrier comes down it’s going to be Thalmor city over here.” “I’m going to Solitude,” I said, “Be back in a few hours.” I appeared at the gates and headed over to Castle Dour. I walked in to the map room there and found a man in Stormcloak armor, pouring over the map. “Ah, I recognize you. Stormblade, right? I saw you with Ulfric before the battle for Solitude. Great day for Skyrim. I’m Hrolf Witch-Slayer,” the man shook my hand, “I’m sure you have all sorts of wild stories to tell. I’d love to hear them when I have the time. You come here to help in the defense effort?” “As a matter of fact, I did. Seen my boys?” I asked. “Yeah, I already put them to work. A local warlock making it hard for us to muster defenses in the Pale, and a man dueling half the countryside.” “What you got for me, commander?” I asked. “I do have a small job for someone of your…” He looked me up and down, “Talents.” “What’s that supposed to mean?!” I asked. “A supply convoy got ransacked, we think it was by Forsworn. What did you think I meant?” I blinked, “Honestly, I don’t know. Just mark it on my map. I bet it was the damned Lost Tribe.” I teleported to a nearby town, and found it was under attack by a dragon, the first I’d seen in a couple weeks at least. This one was colorful and powerful. They must be weeding out the lesser boys, or at least getting them in line. I hovered, peppering him with arrows, then threw down a Dragonrend to get him on the ground. “Balaan hakoran! You are brave, your defeat brings me honor!” The dragon shouted. Him and I fought hand-to-hand for a while. A large white bear and hunter joined in, and the dragon was downed. I thanked the hunter and his pet, and made my way to the convoy site. I found dead Stormcloaks, a wagon driver, and a few Imperial auxiliaries, and a dead Forsworn. Yep, definitely the Lost. As I finished my investigation, I was attacked by bandits, probably figuring they’d scavenge what the Forsworn hadn’t taken. But I took them down. I followed the trail of blood from an injured Forsworn and it led me to a cave to the South with another dead Forsworn. I stepped inside. A shirtless Forsworn n a headdress greeted me at the entrance, “Our chieftain, Chlodio, wished to speak with you. Please, come this way.” I walked through the cave, finding only maybe a dozen emaciated forsworn, more than half noncombatants and children. I stepped up onto a rock plateau and he said, “Greetings. I knew you would come. Saw it in the blood. It never lies, you know? More truth in the dead than in the living?” “You a shaman? They still haven’t taught me everything,” I said. Chlodio tilted his head, unsure what to make of me. “I know, a Redguard woman in Forsworn garb representing the Stormcloaks is kind of confusing. I strive to be the peacemaker amongst the tribes and the holds,” I replied. “The blood said – a great hero of the blue ones. Those who would bury us under their boot heels. Ironic that you’re this tribe’s last hope. You’re the one who put Madanach back on the throne?” “Yes.” “Be advised – not all the tribes swear fealty to him.” “I know. Hagravens and the human witches under them work with us, but I hear they have a shadowy mistress called the Night Matron. And the western reachmen in High Rock aren’t with us. Then there’s the Lost,” I said, “Your name, not mine.” “I must admit, that was my pet project. But it may have spiraled out of control. Many of them are independent now, roving and pillaging as they please. As you can see, now, this group is in no shape to resist you. Thank you for staying your hand.” “You’ve seen what I can do. I like to take the weak and build them back up. Because…” I paused, “Because I used to be weak. I know what it’s like. So, what brought you to this lowly state?” “We’re cursed. Some time ago a Stormcloak patrol found our original home, burning, killing and pillaging indiscriminately. My own wife was dishonored, maimed. She took her own life later. Shaming us was not enough for them though. They took our most precious heirloom. Betrana’s Jug. It was used by the great hag, Betrana. She would pour the fresh blood of screaming enemies into the vessel, chanting to the old… actually that’s not important. Without the jug, we’ve grown weak. The curse weighs heavily on us all. If you manage to return it, my tribe will be in your debt.” “First of all, can you blame them, after how many your tribe has killed?” I asked, “But an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind. I aim to end this cycle of hate. Where was your camp and how long ago was this?” He marked it on my map, and I followed the trail, covering large stretches of land by flight. I found a small warparty in the afternoon, fighting off a group of wolves just outside their camp. When I set down, they were divving up spoils from their earlier hunt. “Who goes there?” One of the men said. “Fool, that’s Stormblade,” the man looked me up and down, “I heard you’d gone native, but I didn’t expect this. I remember you wearing Nightingale armor, or maybe it was dragonbone. Who remembers after ten years? Either way, it’s an honor. Please, sit and drink with us. Surely you have some stories to share.” “I do. But you know the Thalmor are going to invade tomorrow. I’m on a timetable. I heard you guys looted a jug from the forsworn. Could I have it?” “I have it,” one of the men said. “Look at this!” The first man said, “You came here for some junk we took off a savage wench? You have gone native. And soft. “She can have it, I don’t care,” the other man said. “No, don’t give it to her. Look at you, groveling and pleading. It sickens me you ever wore the same uniform as we did, coward,” he turned to pick up a piece of the meat. “You know, I can see why so many people hate the Stormcloaks,” I said. When he turned back, I’d already touched the Nerevarine’s Bow and gone invisible. They shrugged and went back to their feasting. I took the easiest path forward: I pickpocketed the jug off the man’s belt, they didn’t notice, and I went on my way. I flew back to Chlodio and gave it to him. “There it is, Bretana’s own vessel. We are forever in your debt. If we are capable, I and what’s left of my tribe will gladly fight by your side,” he sighed, and continued, “You’ve already done so much. But I must ask you one more favor. Deeper in this cave, beyond the barrier we made, is a deep Falmer hole. They’re at our throats.” “Killing Falmer? Fine. It’ll probably take the afternoon, but I can do it,” I said. I ventured deeper, casting a Perpetual Light spell because it was extremely dark down here. I used my normal method: stealthy archer, until I got to the end which reminded me of the Pit of 100 Battles. Waves of Falmer assaulted me until the chief came in. But I transformed into a Vampire Lord and blasted them all with Blood Storm. I gave the forsworn the news, and they pledged their undying loyalty to my cause. Then I went back to Solitude. “I ended up helping the small group of Forsworn. They want peace now,” I said, “Got to kill a bunch of Falmer.” “I’m fairly skeptical about the whole ‘forsworn joining the cause’ thing. But I’ll trust you on this,” Hrolf said. We waited there for a while for the boys to come back. Eventually sitting around the table we got to talking. “So what are you going to do if we survive this war?” “You mean like after we’ve secured Skyrim and the Thalmor are no longer a threat? Not sure,” Hrolf pondered, “What about you?” “I dunno. There always seems to be something for me to do. Maybe go to Solstheim? Maybe go back to Hammerfell for a little bit? Or I could enjoy being a queen.” “Well, I love hunting. Always have. I like the outdoors, and … being alone. I don’t like being with people. I know most people don’t want to admit that but I like solitude,” Hrolf said. “I can understand that. I do my best work alone,” I said. “If I had my druthers I’d just live in a cabin in the woods, hunt some deer every now and then, read, and, I don’t know, maybe other things.” “What kind of other things?” I asked. “The kind of things you don’t freely share with fellow Stormcloaks,” Hrolf said, “I’m going to tell you, but I swear to Talos if you tell anyone, I’ll cut your throat. I mean that.” We paused, and finally he said, “I like to paint. I love the vistas and the views outside. I like to sit up on the mountains and paint the world as I see it. Obviously not the kind of hobby you talk about when you’re supposed to be a bloodthirsty Stormcloak officer. The natural world fascinates me. I love animals. I mean, I hunt them, but just the bare minimum to survive and keep myself sharp. Besides, if I couldn’t hunt, it’d be just one more thing for the ‘nord’ nords to criticize me about. They’d say the Breton was coming out and I was weak, so I hunt the animals. But I respect them, no question.” “I understand. I play the Lute, I like to build buildings. I read and write. I enchant. They’re all art. Runa loves to cook,” I said. “I’m quite the smith and I love dwemer construction,” Fenrir said as he walked in. Hrolf stared daggers at Fenrir, “Private conversation. What do you have for me, prince?” Fenrir smiled, “I fought the man. It took hours, but I won. But let me tell you the details…” --------------------------------- Hey, this is Fenrir. I’m pretty damn excited to finally let my voice be heard here. Runa gets to do this, why shouldn’t I? Anyway, I approached Hrolf first. He looked me up and down. “Hey, I’m Fenrir. Got any tasks for me before tomorrow?” “You know, from your letters and what I’ve heard, I pictured you differently,” Hrolf said, “Doesn’t matter. I got something. You a good fighter? One-on-one?” “Sure.” “For all its faults, the Empire has a sound legal system that offers a uniform code of law for all of Skyrim. But now, there are problems,” Hrolf said, “For instance, the revival of the Holmgang, also known as a trial by combat. It’s a traditional method to resolve disputes between Nords. Rare under the empire, only really used by independent Nords like the Sverd. However, it is apparently back in fashion. A man named Gunnarr has been roaming Skyrim, challenging Nords to duels. By doing so, he’s able to intimidate people into giving up their assets. Only a handful have face him and all perished. He is abusing the tradition and mocking our laws. He has to be stopped.” “So you want me to fight him?” I asked. “Yes, we need proof that there’s justice in the Holmgang. You will prove this by challenging Gunnarr to a duel and defeating him.” “Well, what if there’s not justice in the Holmgang? Whoever has the strongest man is just right. I know, I know, the theory is the gods will decide. But you think the gods really take such a personal interest in our petty squabbles?” Hrolf sighed. “Alright, alright. I get your point. Can’t have a guy going around beating everybody up. I’ll take care of it.” “He’s rumored to be loitering at the Nightgate Inn. If he’s a traditionalist it shouldn’t be much trouble to goad him.” When I got to Nightgate (which took me a couple hours, Runa let me borrow Shadowmere) I found a few colorful characters. A man wearing draugr armor called Moris the Draugr because of his prowess on the battlefield. A hunter with a white snow bear, and then Gunnarr. I walked over to him. “I heard you’re quite the duelist.” “You heard right. Wait, I know your face. You’re that big Stormcloak leader aren’t you? Stormdrain? I have to say you’re … underwhelming.” “Yep. That’s me. Fenrir Stormdrain,” I said. “What do you want, a drink? Stick around and we can bottle up some piss for you, Stormdrain.” “Actually, I came here to pick a fight,” I said. “Well, you’ve got it. It will be my honor to beat you up. Go to where the three roads meet and we’ll let the steel do the talking.” I went straight there and found him in the middle of a snowstorm, making the afternoon pretty dang overcast. He took out his sword and shield and I my axe and shield and we spent an very large amount of time feinting, blocking and striking, feeling each other out. Don’t get me wrong, he was tough and a master swordsman, and I would’ve lost within a few minutes if I hadn’t adjusted my strategy. First, when I got hurt, I chugged a potion, then I swapped to my old Stormcloak axe that sends my target flying onto their back after they take so many hits from it. When I got him down the first time, I swapped to one of my Dwemer Crossbows (the one that fires five shots at once) and buried the shots in his chest. When he got back, I was ready for another round of shield tag. This went on for a while until the ground was coated in our blood and it was afternoon. Finally, he yielded. Surprisingly, pretty boring. But I learned a few things about using a shield from fighting the man for hours. He saluted me, “You did well. I knew it would be a Stormcloak in the end that would beat me. I only ask you hear my request before you send me to Sovngarde.” “Honestly, I don’t see the need to kill you. Just stop dueling people,” I said back, “What’s your request?” “I fought for the Legion. I fought well. Earned my retirement just before Ulfric’s rebellion. I was sick of war, so I stayed out of it. Never thought that pompous blowhard would pull it off. He’s doomed us all, you know? Skyrim, all of Tamriel. The Dominion will destroy us. I figured I’d join in old Nord traditions with the Holmgang, and I made a killing. No shortage of cocky Stormcloaks willing to duel. Wasn’t trying to get rich, though. Trying to prove the stupidity of the tradition for one thing. For another, I used it to smuggle people out of Skyrim. Up until a few months ago, that is.” “Why, though?” I asked, “Ulfric is my father. He’s changed since the old days.” “Boy, you might be your father’s glowing diamond in the rough, but he sees you and your mother as exceptions to the rule, mark my words. Anyway, don’t matter now. I want no part in Ulfric’s Skyrim. I’m no position to ask you this, but will you help my family escape?” He asked. “I can help you to the border so that when the times line up you can step across. That should be tomorrow morning.” “You’re serious? No tricks? You’re an honorable man. Certainly more honorable than I’d have expected from a Stormcloak,” Gunnarr said, “Time is of the essence. Meet me outside Riverwood, and we’ll depart for Hammerfell. The Cyrodiil border is too risky right now.” “Agreed.” I rode with him to Riverwood. We picked up his family and their scant belongings, and took our leave. Near the border, we were ambushed by Bounty Hunters and they brought a few with them. While Gunnarr, Shadowmere, and I were fighting with the hunters, we were all ambushed by a large group of bandits. To protect the children, I knew it was time to pull out the third crossbow, and I set it on autofire. Project 10_02-07-2022_23-18-59-37.mp4 After mowing through the bandits and hunters, and looting them for what they had, I showed Gunnarr and his family the border. They thanked us and I made my way back here. “You didn’t kill him, though?” Hrolf asked. “Well, no. But I didn’t need to.” “Get off the kid’s back,” Mom said, “He dealt with the problem.” In the meantime, Damien had walked in and was ready to tell his story. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, audience. This is Damien Guivenne and now I will tell my story. Unfortunately, Meru is off doing whatever (she doesn't really tell me where she goes, probably back to Oblivion) so this story will be a little light on the titillation. "I'm here for the Stormcloaks. I'm Fenrir's older brother," I said. "Your family is confusing," Hrolf said, "Anyway, I have a job for you. An ex-Stormcloak named Einarr Broad-Axe is positioning himself as a warlord in the Pale. To his credit, he is efficient in dealing with outlaws. He was a fine soldier, and might've been a good jarl... but Skald if Ulfric's man in the Pale. He's an idiot, but he's a loyal idiot. More importantly, we can't have regional strongmen popping up and taking the law into their own hands. There would be chaos." "I mean, that's kinda what Ulfric did, though I guess he did use a legitimate challenge for the kingship," I said. "You done?" Hrolf asked. "Please, continue," I replied. "We have to be united, no matter what. We have to show we're united behind Ulfric and his laws. We cannot afford to be seen as lawless barbarians. Talk to Einarr, try to convince him to step down. If that fails, do what you need to." I teleported and flew to Einarr's cave, and you know how I said there would be no titillation? Well, two guards were having sex on a spare bedroll when I came in. I crossed a snow-covered bridge across a (somehow) bottomless pit and found Einarr sitting on a wooden chair flanked by guards, nearby a cage. I approached Einarr. "What's with the Thalmor in the cage?" "Oh, he's a little project of mine. My unit snatched him before he could flee Skyrim, let me keep him in exchange for some mead. Cut his tongue and broke his hands to make sure he couldn't hex us with that filthy elf magic. Beat him when we get bored." I looked down at my hands, robes, staff, but said nothing. He continued, "Found out he tortured some Nords to death back in that keep of theirs. I make him watch when we kick his comrades into the pit." Gotta wonder which keep they're talking about... the Thalmor have so many secret prisons in Skyrim somehow. "We'll put him out of his misery someday, but first I want to see him crack. I told him I'd make it quick if he acknowledges Talos. But he's a stubborn elf." "So what'd you do in the war?" I asked. "I scouted and hunted Thalmor. They had free reign in Imperial territory, hurt a lot of people, made others disappear. All for worshipping Talos. We mostly worked as scouts until the latter part of the war. Then the Thalmor panicked, most tried leaving Skyrim. Some got away. Others... not so lucky. We bled some, burned others, crushed a few. That was my favorite, hearing them break apart under the stone. Bad way to go." What a delightful man. I asked, "So you aren't worried about the Thalmor?" "Individually, no. As a group? Definitely yes. They've had years to bleed out the Empire and take their riches, building up their forces. Here we are at the top of the continent, completely unprepared to fight them. We're vulnerable... at the moment. Though I don't think the Thalmor are as strong as they let on. Even so, we have to be vigilant. I wouldn't put it past the Empire to align with the Thalmor out of desperation. I don't know. Crazy times. By the way, who are you?" "You told me all that without knowing who I was? I'm Damien, here on behalf of the Stormcloaks. We need to talk," I replied. "I know who you are! You're Stormblade's son! In the flesh! This must be serious. Welcome to my keep. Help yourself to the fire or the vittles lying about. We came about them honestly, if in a roundabout sort of way. Down to business though, what can I do for you?" "You're undermining Skald's authority here in the Pale." "Skald's authority? Ulfric should know better. You know what his authority is? Sitting on his ass and groaning about giants. That's it." "You're not wrong." "I fought for the Pale... fought for Skyrim. I bled, only to come back and see chaos taking hold of my home because of Skald's stupidity. So I acted. I get results. I lead by example. I can't help it if people come to me for help. Maybe if Skald got off his pampered ass... I'm not stupid. I know how this will play out of if I resist. However, I have made certain commitments. I want to see this thing through. Help me finish what I started, and I give you my word I'll step down and... take up farming." "First job, a man named Grettir. No nickname. He's killed six men in the pale and just won't die. One of mine said they saw him fighting with a sword in his guts. Still, I need somebody who can think outside the box." I made my way to the bandit fort and approached like a mobile artillery platform, blowing them all to Oblivion. Strangely, I knew exactly where he and the bandit captain were, but they refused to come outside. I used invisibility, and mark and recall. I stepped inside, and they saw through my invisibility nearly immediately, so I recalled. I tried again by summoning a couple creatures, and the Grettir and his two captains chewed through my summons in seconds. I noticed their wounds were closing unusually quickly. I recalled again. This time, I casted invisibility, snuck to the back of the room, blew them to the front door with a blast of air and spent the five seconds (an eternity in combat) casting Flame Tempest. They were all three engulfed in flame, and HITTING ME THROUGH THE TORRENT OF FIRE! Fortunately, they all became charred corpses. I healed myself and returned to the cave. "They were vampires. Strong ones, too," I said. "Makes sense. Second job is a man named Cato. He was an Imperial soldier that we captured some time ago. After questioning him and... utilizing him for manual lagor I ordered some men to dispose of him. I underestimated Cato, because he somehow escaped. Now he's leading what I believe is a band of bloodthirsty Imperial partisans who attack Nords on sight. Men, women, children - doesn't matter to Cato. They kill them and rip them to pieces. And eat them." "That got dark quickly. I'll take care of it." I used the clues given, followed the trail and eventually it led to a road and I was rushed by a werewolf. "Who are you? You're not one of Einarr's men. You have his scent, but it's faint." "I'm Damien. Hey, have you been eating children?" I asked. "Those Nords captured me, beat me, burned me, made me work for weeks. Then they went to kill me. If not for the werewolf in me I'd have perished. That is why I hunt them." "Yeah, I understand. But... did you eat the women and the children?" I asked again, "And I'm a mage. I'll know if you're lying." That was a bald-faced lie. I'm actually better at illusion then destruction, but this seemed like a destruction kind of day. "Yes." "I can empathize with you. But, now, you have to die," I said, and I blasted him with a double-handed Elemental Blast, then I finished him off with a Custom version of Flames. I returned to Einarr, "He's dead." "Good. There's one last thing. Someone is burning travelers in the Pale. I suspect a rogue pyromancer." I nodded. This job seemed more aimed towards me anyway. A spell duel. Again I followed the clues - burned corpses and scorch marks leading up to a Vigilant of Stendarr. "A vigilant? Why would you burn those people?" I asked. "Come to admire the handiwork of Stendarr's faithful? Iniquity is always cleansed by fire, you know. They mocked us after the hall was destroyed by those fanged devils, called us useless, weak. So many brothers and sisters killed. The attack on the hall was punishment for our weakness, our irreverence. We will return to the true path of righteousness." "You're quite mad," I replied, readying my casting hands. "Your charred corpse will make a fine monument to the might Stendarr!" "I'm sure this isn't what he had in mind," I said. He flung a fireball at me, but I blocked with a Greater Ward. I threw a Calm spell at him, and he stood there for a second, unsure of what to do, just walking around like an idiot. I summoned a Dark Seducer, powered up a Black Winter, and by the time he was realizing I was an enemy again, he was a frozen corpse. It might've been overkill, but people who use magic for such things to terrify innocents annoy me. I returned to Einarr again. "As if those fanatics don't have enough problems, now they're roasting random travelers," he said, "Well, you took care of all my loose ends. Now I'll honor my part of the bargain. I'll return to farming, I guess until the hold needs me again. If Ulfric wants Skald, he can have him. As for me, I'll be in Falkreath. I don't think the Pale will be safe for me without armed men around. FOr what it's worth, thank you. I didn't expect you to follow through, but maybe I've grown too cynical." Then I came back here. "Damn, Damien. Excellent work." "I wonder what Runa is doing?" ---------------------------------------------------------------- Well, here I am. I showed back up in Windhelm. This is Runa. "Hey, Balfhe, where did the others go?" I asked. "They're helping the other Commander in Solitude." "Oh yeah." "Hey, since you're here. do you have a moment to help me out?" He asked. "Sure." "You're Stormblade's daughter and she swears by your loyalty," Balfhe leaned in and whispered, "We have a spy in our midst. Since you're something of a spy yourself I thought you might help me out. It's the only way they keep finding out convoys. And one of our high ranking officers was assassinated at a Stormcloak camp in the reach." "Well I did pit the Crimson Scars and Morag Tong against each other through trickery." "Sounds like a party. It's one of the Commanders. I'm going to take a little trip. Meet with the three senior officers and tell them I'll be traveling to a small camp away from the major cities. Tell then I'm only going to have a few guards." "So what's your plan? Tell each one of them a different location?" "Yeah, actually. You're clever," Balfhe replied. So I did it. I told Debent he would be going to the Pale. Clagius I told he would be going to Hjaalmarch. Hodlin the Brave I told he was going to Winterhold. And I went to the camp in the Pale. "Anything happen yet?" I asked Grisveld, the captain there. "Not really. A farmer walked by about an hour ago, Hrongvir here almost put an arrow through his heart but I stopped him." "Well, best be ready," I said. "Hopefully it won't be necessary and the Thalmor are just that good," he said, "Anyway, while we're waiting is there a Mister Fair-Sh ~ Oh shit what is that?" A small group of lightly armored Khajiit and Altmer began firing on us, but they didn't plan on this force being this well trained, and having me at their back. We iced them quickly. Grisveld said, "Well fought. You should go to Windhelm immediately. Balfhe will want to hear about this." I traveled back (god, I miss Shadowmere). Balfhe was waiting with bated breath, and had apparently changed to lighter armor, "Good. You're back." "Debent is the spy," I said flatly. "Dammit! Thanks for figuring this out. Do you want to deal with him or should I?" He asked. "I'll do it." "I can see the look in your eye, Runa. Try not to kill him if you can help it. And go immediately. Don't want him getting wind of this." "Right," I said as I walked up to the Palace bedrooms. "Hello again, what can I do for you this time?" Debent asked. "You're under arrest," I said. "By who's authority?" Debent asked. "Balfhe. We know you work for the Thalmor." "How could you possibly have come to that conclusion?" "The Pale camp was attacked." "By the gods, is he okay?" "I lied," I said, "It was to flush out a spy." "It must've been Catanius. He's a slimy bastard!" Debent said. "I only told you that I was going to the Pale. I told the others different things." "Uhh... I... " "Give it up." "Fine! It was me. What are you going to do about it? I could crush you like an insect." I laughed out loud. When I was done, I said, "This doesn't need to end in one of us dying." "I suppose you think I'm going to go quietly?" Debent asked, drawing his sword. "If you want to keep your head you will," I smiled acidly. "Hah! We'll see about that!" "KRII!" I shouted, marking him for death. I drew the Moonlight Greatsword up and came down with great force, and a Windhelm guard rushed into the room, jumping in front of my blade. I stopped my stroke just an inch from his head. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I shouted, "Out of the way!" "FUS!" I staggered both of them, then slashed Debent across the chest. He got one good swing on me and then I brought my greatsword down on his head, crushing his skull. Then I reported back to Balfre with the letter he had on him, from the Thalmor. "I see he's not with you." "Yep, and he had this note. I think it's time for me to use my skills as an assassin to take out his informant. He's waiting for this letter at the Nightgate Inn," I said. "My thoughts exactly," he replied. I traveled to the Nightgate and found him easily. A Thalmor in a cloak. When I approached him, he knew what was happening and tried to defend himself. Just like before, a man rushed in to help me, but this time he was in full imperial armor, not a guard, and he stabbed the Thalmor in the back, which was helpful. "Umm.. hi," I said. "Ma'am, I was a Legate in the Imperial army, trapped here by the Time Break. I was watching that Thalmor all evening, and I knew he was up to something. Are you by any chance with the Stormcloaks?" "I am. Are you going to challenge me to a fight or something?" I asked. "On the contrary. The Imperial troops still in Skyrim are scattered, and I want to know that if I bring men to Windhelm you know we're there to help you. We hate the Thalmor as much as you do," he explained. "We already have some Imperial troops working with us. At least one of our commanders, Clagius, is a former Legion Commander." "Good. I will off to fetch them!" He shouted. "Wait, what is your name?" I said, but he'd already charged out the front door. Well, back to Windhelm. At this point it was night and time for bed. When I walked in to the Palace of Kings, Fenrir, Damien and Mom were there, already talking strategy for the morning. "The informant is dealt with. Also, more defector Imperial troops want to join our cause." "Good," Mom said. "Oh and Fenrir, gimme back my horse!" Mods
  5. Hey, it’s Destana again. Just wanted to clarify. My recent outburst against Ulfric was me reacting to new information I learned. I may have overreacted, but he understands. Though I am not the picture of morality (Infact, my hands are red with culpability) killing innocent bystanders is something I take exception to, and try to avoid. And killing an entire race of people (which I think is what a lot of Nords wants to do with the Forsworn) is monstrous. The Forsworn have become something more than just ‘Bretons with shamans,’ they’re a melting pot of Breton (itself a man-mer hybrid), Nords and a few Imperials who revere the sanctity of nature. And, of course, there’s a lot not to like. But maybe my inclusion can nudge them away from the cannibalism and lack of consent. I know I’ve done some bad things. But I’ve done some good things too. I think as much as my defeat of Alduin or Harkon, and (Talos willing) the Thalmor, the bonding between Skyrim and the Reachmen would be one of my greatest legacies. If I can do it. I knew I was going to have to do something drastic and unexpected. Just a bit more to remind you: Markarth’s current residents and the Forsworn have a long and bloody history. Runa tried to curb this in the Dark Brotherhood when a Talos priest hired her to stop the Forsworn killings by guards. It is its own story. Recently (in the past few years), a splinter group called the ‘Lost Valley Forsworn’ made a pact with giants to make periodic attacks to try and break Markarth’s defenses. And so, I went to Markarth, and started poking around. I don’t remember where I received this tip, but a while back I heard about a murder in Markarth and got an anonymous note about it – finding out about two people named Margret (the lady who’d been murdered) and Weylin (the dude who got shot by the guards, claiming to be a Forsworn). I headed over to the Inn (a good place to hear rumors) and asked Kleppr, the old innkeeper. “Did a person named Margret stay here?” He looked back at me for a minute, stroking his chin. He may have been distracted by the fact that I was still wearing my topless forsworn garb. “Eyes up here, bud,” I said. “Oh, sorry. Rented the best room we had for a whole month a little while back. Best not to talk about the dead,” he replied. I rolled my eyes, and walked off. I scoped out what looked to be the largest room and picked the lock, shutting the door behind me. Not currently occupied. I rifled through the items, books and papers laying around (taking everything of value, old habits die hard) and found an old journal. Why do people record so many private things in journals around here? I flipped through it, and found a note about General Tullius, wanting to get the deed to Cidhna Mine so the Empire could directly control the Reach and the Silver supply. Margret was investigating what was going on (for the Empire, but I can capitalize on her research). Why it’s so secure. Who is held in there? According to her research it seems to be mostly Forsworn and sympathizers. Or people labeled as such. I know how these things go. A search and seizure happens for a purpose, and then anybody who is at fault gets locked up. And anybody adjacent. And anybody who the guards or the hold doesn’t like. I went back out into the inn and ask a few more people some questions, but nothing came of it. When I stepped outside, a Markarth guard was waiting for me, “Hey. You. You’ve been snooping around, asking questions.” Somebody must’ve stepped out to alert the guards. There really are eyes everywhere in Markarth. They have something to hide. “Back off,” he continued, “You don’t want to know what happens to troublemakers here. This is your last warning. I’m just trying to keep the peace here.” I, of course, decided not to do that, and went to talk to Mulush, the smelter foreman down by the mine. The prisoners mine silver, and legitimate paid trade workers topside smelt the silver. “Hey, I heard Weylin was a silver worker. What do you know about him?” “Whatever you want to know, I don’t care,” he turned to look at me, “What are you supposed to be, a Redguard forsworn? Nice Witches Festival costume.” I stared at him flatly, “You must know something.” He sighed, “Fine. I did notice something odd when we handed out the pay. An extra little slip of paper for Weylin. Took it right to his room after he got it.” “Where does he live?” “The Warrens. And if you want his key, talk to Garvey. About the only thing that diseased native is good for,” Mulush looked back to his workers dismissively. “What’s wrong with the natives?” I asked. “Every other day, one of these workers runs off to the hills saying he’ll join the Forsworn. You don’t like Nords? Fine. But pledging your whole life to killing them? That’s just dumb,” he replied. “I agree with you,” I said. I went to the Warrens and, me not needing my own key, I just picked the lock. There was a note in his room: ‘Weylin, you’ve been chosen to strike fear in the heart of the Nords. Go to the market tomorrow. You know what you must do. -N.’ I walked out of the dirty Warrens with that data. But who was N? “Hey!” A man in leather armor accosted me as I walked out, “You’ve been digging around where you don’t belong. It’s time you learned a lesson.” “Are you serious? I don’t listen to threats.” “You’ll listen to this,” he cracked his knuckles. “I don’t have time for this,” I said, then I took a breath, “FUS – RO – DAH!” And he fell in the water. “No fair!” In what seemed like a second, Mulush was down the ramp, “You roughin’ up my boys?” “Hey, he was swinging at me. I just knocked him over,” I said, “Didn’t lay a hand on him.” The orc raised an eyebrow. “Do you know who ‘N’ might be?” “Probably Nepos the Nose,” he folded his arms, “Please, go look for him and stop slowing down my operation here.” I nodded, “No problem.” I headed to Nepos’ house, a large stone dwemer building on the upper ring of the city. I walked past his family and his housekeeper to find him sitting in a wooden chair in front of a fire. “Are you the one who sent that thug after me?” I asked him, straight-out. “Ah yes. You’ve grown into quite the problem for me. Quite the bloodhound. I’ve been playing this game for almost twenty years. Sending the young to their deaths. All in the name of the Forsworn. And I’m tired of it.” “Why? What is going on this city?” “Because my king told me to. Madanach. They threw him in the mines after the uprising. I don’t know how, but he lives. I get his messages, I hand out his orders. Even in rags, he is still my king. A man who once held the whole Reach in his grip. He stokes the passions of the downtrodden in this city, directs them to kill the enemies of the Forsworn in our name. All from inside Cidhna Mine. Ironic, isn’t it?” “So why not do something about it? Just because things are does not mean they must be,” I replied. “Things are as they have been for a long time. I’m an old man, as is my king. Markarth and the Reach are our lands. We cannot claim the home that is rightfully ours.” “That’s quite the monologue you had there. Why tell me, a complete stranger?” “My dear girl, what makes you think you’re getting out of here alive? You know too much. My housekeeper is Madanach’s agent in disguise. You aren’t the first one to have gotten this far, and you won’t be the last.” The two men I assumed were his sons, and the ‘maid’ rushed into the room, weapons drawn. “You should keep an open mind,” I said, “You haven’t looked at me once.” He turned to me, and beheld my clothing, “You shouldn’t dress like that here. Liable to get yourself killed.” My assailants rushed in to do what they were commanded. “I’d like to see them try,” I gathered energy and slammed it down on the ground, creating a green zone. Along with Gift of Life, a powerful heal, this was a spell I learned after my last ceremony, called ‘Sexual Harmony.’ Before I used it, I thought it was a mass Calm spell, and it was… but it had other effects. It was both calm and arousal control over a wide area. The maid, the two men, and his daughter, all ripped their clothes off and started to grab at anything they could. Before long, they were a pile of sexually frustrated bodies, reconsidering their actions from the exertion. “I have no reason to kill you, and I have no reason to die. I have a lot left to do in this land. I’ll excuse this attack for now,” I said, turning to leave. I decided it was time to pay the man a visit who’d sent me the note in the first place. I went to the Shrine of Talos. A group of guards were waiting for me. A large group. “Hey! We warned you. But you had to just go and cause trouble,” the one from before said, “Now we have to pin all the murders on you. Silence witnesses. Work. Work. Work…” “What’d you do to the guy who was waiting here?” “Same thing we do to all the other natives who want to change things around here. We got a nice deal between Madanach and Thonar, and you had to start snooping around. You wanted to figure out who was responsible for those killings? You’ll have plenty of time with the King in Rags when you’re in Cidhna Mine. You’ll never see the sun again, you hear me? No one escapes Cidhna Mine!” I went quietly, realizing that the best way to get the information is straight from the source. The King in Rags. Madanach. When they pulled my blindfold off, Urzoga gro-Shugurz handed me a brown set of prisoner’s clothes and I put them on. “Alright, prisoner. You’re in Cidhna Mine, now. And we expect you to earn your keep. Here, you work. You’ll mine until you start throwing up silver bars.” “So when do I get out?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “You don’t. You’ve got a life sentence. Get comfortable in the dark, cause you’ll never see the sun again.” I resisted my urge to throw back a quip, knowing I could just teleport out of here at any time. I had a job to do. I was pushed through the door, which was locked behind me, then I walked into a chamber with a fire and a few other prisoners around it. “What you in for, new blood?” A skinny man asked. “Asking questions, I guess.” “Innocent, eh? So was I, the first time. The murders were all me, though,” he chuckled, “Serve your time and try not to die with a pickaxe in your hand.” “Where’s Madanach?” I asked. “Ah, you must be in for life if you know about him,” he said, “Tough luck, friend. Just talk to Borkul the Beast if you really want to see the king in rags.” “Who’s that?” “He’s Madanach’s guard. Big even for an orc, and right over there. Heard he ripped a man’s arm off and beat him to death with it. He’s old fashioned like that.” “Hmm… big you say?” I stroked my chin, then I asked, “So aren’t there guards? This is a different kind of prison.” “Oh, they come in once a week and grab the ore and give us food. Clean out the bodies. We police ourselves, I guess. Only time we get food too. And if there’s not enough silver mined, we get less.” I decided I would take a long walk, and met about twenty people in the mines. At the very edge I found a couple vampires that attacked me, and I responded by beating them down with a Bound Dagger. Did I do the prison a service? Not really sure. When I turned around, there was a Nord man there, just jerking it, watching me kill the pair. “Wow, well, that’s weird,” I said, as I passed him. I also met a Forsworn that said he’d been in here seven years, after a raid gone awry. I met another who was not at all a Forsworn but had been picked up after a raid. So, I’m thinking this is one of those pustules I was talking about. I finally approached Borkul. “Ahh, the new meat. So soft. Tender. I was watching you get herded in,” he growled. “You can’t scare me, if that’s what you’re trying to do. I’ve met scarier dudes than you. Usually ends up in me either fucking them or killing them,” I replied, “Sometimes both.” Borkul grinned, “Ah, a true killer, like me. The gods put us here to fill their halls with souls. You’ll fit in fine down here.” “So what are you in for?” I asked. “Murder. Banditry. Assault. Theft. Loitering,” he leaned in, seemed like he was flexing. “I heard you were guarding Madanach.” “You want to see the king in rags, eh? Fine. But first you gotta pay the toll,” Borkul said. “What’s the toll?” “How about you get me a shiv? Nice to have in case I need to do some shaving,” he chuckled. I smirked, “C’mon… there must be something else you want.” “Hmm..” he scratched his chin, “If you’re suggesting what I am, I’m game.” I smiled, letting him make his own assumptions. “What an obedient little whore you are. I like them feisty, but you’ll do,” he said. He stepped over to me, pulling off his pants, which was all he had been wearing. I pulled off my clothes and he pushed me over, taking me missionary in the dirt. I remember him saying, “You better swallow, whore,” as he started. And when he finished, he pulled out and came on my face and in my mouth. “What a gentleman, thinking of a lady’s fear of pregnancy,” I gulped. Borkul laughed out loud, “I like you. You can go in.” The others around the fire were all masturbating when I walked in the tunnel ahead. I walked in to a room, finding an old man writing at a desk in a small hovel, a naked woman with forsworn-style hair sitting on his bed. “You shouldn’t be in here,” she said. “Am I… interrupting something?” I asked. “Apparently so,” she said. “Well, well,” Madanach said, “The Nords have turned you into an animal. A wild beast caged up and left to go mad. What do you want, my fellow beast? Answers about me? Revenge for trying to have you killed?” “Yeah, that doesn’t make much sense. I’m asking questions to try and fix things. You have a lot of answers for me,” I replied. “Do I? What about you? What right do you have to meddle in my affairs? Kill my people? Was all this worth it? You’re one of us now, you see? A slave. The boot of a Nord stepping on your throat. Maybe if you understood that, I could help you.” “Understand?” I folded my arms, “What I understand is you’re an old man, resigned to a life of captivity. What I’m here to tell you is I am your golden goose. I am here to offer to change everything on your people’s behalf. Because you see, I’m going to be crowned Queen of Skyrim tomorrow (what time is it? What day is it now? …Nevermind) and I became a Shaman of the Forsworn yesterday.” “Queen?” Madanach scoffed at me, then he sighed, “There’s a man named Braig inside these mines. Besides me, he’s been here the longest. Tell him I sent you. Ask him why he’s here. I want you to know how widespread the injustice in Markarth is. This was our land. Then the Nords came and put chains on us. Forbid us from worshipping our gods. Some of us refused to bow. That is who we are. The Forsworn. Criminals in our own lands.” I walked out, and found Braig, “Madanach asked me to hear your story.” “My story, eh? Everyone in Cidhna Mine has a tale. Let’s hear yours first. What was the first time you felt chains around your wrists?” I replied flatly, “I’ve lost count, now. But the first time was when I was fourteen. I got caught pickpocketing a man in the market. I wasn’t as good at it then as I am now. Hammerfell prisons aren’t as harsh as Skyrim’s, though. I actually learned a lot from my experience there. I even met my first friends, and my boss who took me out to sea. I’m twenty-nine, and I’ve been through a lot since then.” “Then you know the hard looks as judgment sets upon you. The sneers of people who never had to face sentence,” Braig said. I folded my arms, “Maybe that’s why I travel so much. Can never pin me down in one place. I’m probably one of the most famous people in Skyrim, but I’m a ghost.” “Do you have any family? Anyone waiting for you on the outside?” Braig asked. “Two sons, and daughter. An ex-husband I haven’t seen in many months. A fiancée. And a vampire princess I’m in love with,” I smiled. “That’s quite an accomplishment for a vagabond such as yourself,” Braig replied, “I had a daughter once. She’d be twenty-three this year. Married to some hot-headed silver worker, or maybe learning the herb trade. I dream sometimes of who she could’ve been. The Nords didn’t care… I spoke to Madanach once and didn’t have anything to do with it. She pleaded with them to take her instead. After they made me watch as her head rolled off the block, they threw me in here anyway to dig up their silver.” “That’s… terrible,” I said. “My daughter is the one to pity here. I just regret not joining the cause and killing them myself,” Braig said. I returned to Madanach, my heart heavy. “You’re back. Did you do what I asked?” “Yeah,” I replied. “Imagine hearing a story like that, over and over again. Each time a different injustice. Each time a different family.” “I want to ask something of you,” I said. “What’s that, shaman?” “If you did get back the Reach, would you kill every Nord there?” I asked. “What difference does it make?” He asked. “I’m asking you a question to gauge what kind of a king you are,” I said. He sighed, “I want to say I would kill them all. But I’ve seen what happens to the bystanders when wars happen. With that in mind, I don’t want that for my people. Call me an old fool, but the Nords of the Reach and the Forsworn are too closely related now. Like two men who married into the same family. It’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.” “That’s the answer I was looking for,” I replied. “Your meddling… has reminded me of how removed I’ve been from the struggle. Me men and I should be in the hills, working to take back the Reach,” Madanach said. “Are you saying you know a way out of here?” He asked. “Yes, but I need a show of loyalty from you. I know you’re a shaman, but you’re literally in bed with my enemy.” “What do you need?” “Have you met Grisvar the Unlucky? He’s aptly named. But he’s also a snitch. I don’t need the guards tipped off, or a shiv in the back while we escape,” he said, “Take care of him and we can escape Cidhna Mine for good.” I walked around looking for him a bit, and found a woman in a dirty white shirt, who said, “Hey, stranger, what are you in for?” “Doesn’t matter. We’re all getting the fuck out of here soon,” I said, “But don’t you tell anybody.” She smiled, a rare occurance in this place, and she said, “Can’t argue with that. My name’s Ralya. I’m going to come with you and help you.” I smiled. Everybody else in the prison was brutish and standoffish, but this woman radiated a positivity. We finally found Grisvar and I approached him. “Why do they call you unlucky?” I asked. “I got locked up in here. First time for thieving. Second time for thieving. Third, for thieving.” “Ah, I see. Maybe Nocturnal has something against you,” I smirked. Then I left Ralya to talk with him for a bit. I walked down the hall and waited until he was distracted enough, summoned a bound bow, and shot him between the ribs. Ralya blinked, “Wow. Guess you won’t be needing a shiv then.” The bound arrows dissolved around this time. I smirked, “Best part, no evidence. Also, snitches get stitches.” I went back to Madanach and told him the deed was done. “You’re a Forsworn, as far as I’m concerned,” he said, “I think it’s time I announced my plans.” He got up from his desk and walked to the central area with the fire. “What’s going on, Madanach?” The skinny man from before asked. “Brothers and sisters,” Madanach said, “We’ve been here long enough. Gather everyone up and meet back here in five. I know I can trust everybody in the mine, and we had Grisvar dealt with.” “What about those vampires in the deep cave?” Borkul asked. “Oh, I killed them already. They attacked me,” I replied. “Hot damn,” Madanach replied, “Okay, you have your orders.” In ten minutes, we all met, and his naked friend (her name was Flora) said, “I called the sleepers. They’ll meet us at the end of the tunnel.” “Good. I think we’ve earned an early pardon,” Maranach said, pulling aside a curtain. It revealed a small one-person sized tunnel that led down to an old, abandoned part of the dwarven city, that Markarth was only the very tip-tip of. Madanach led the charge, and it became clear he was both a spell caster and a warrior when he downed large spiders and dwemer automata with cloaks and spells. Without weapons, what are you gonna do? The others lended hands with shivs, and I used bound bow to back them up. A forsworn woman was standing by a chest, and Borkul dumped out the contents, throwing everyone equipment. My stuff was all thrown in my backpack. Once we were all equipped, Madanach said, “You certainly look the part.” I smirked at Borkul in his very large version of forsworn traditional armor. Apparently, I was not the only fish out of water here. “Later, hon,” he chuckled at me. “Alright, brothers!” Madanach drew a sword and staff, “We’re storming through this city. Get ready!” When we exited into the city we were on a small plaza on the upper ring. It was late evening. Thonar Silver-Blood and a group of guards were there, waiting for us. “Madanach! You’ll pay for what you’ve done to my family!” Thonar said. I almost asked if he was on drugs. “Your family? You’ve poisoned the Reach with your tainted Silver for long enough, Thonar!” Madanach yelled back. I charged up a spell as they all drew their weapons, running a little down the ramp as I did. “For the Reach!” The Forsworn yelled, and I casted my spell. Sexual Harmony. The guards and Thonar immediately started stripping and having sex with each other. “That’ll make them easy prey! Good thinking, sister!” One of the Forsworn yelled, then I peaked my head over the ridge, back up the ramp and blasted the Forsworn group and the remaining guards with Calm spells. “Godsdamned wizardry!” Somebody shouted, and everybody put away their weapons, the Forsworn beginning to quietly exit the city. Several times, a group of guards would come upon us, a large armed group of Forsworn, and would attack without hesitation. I blasted them all with Calm. We met another group of guards at the gate, and I repeated my action. That night, we ran for miles. Once we were out of Markarth lands, I helped slay beasts to keep the group safe, and we met a group of Imperial Soldiers, which confused the fuck out of me. But I didn’t bother Calming them and the Forsworn just steam-rolled over them. We also encountered a group of Welwa, and a dragon. Finally, Madanach and his group settled at his old camp, Druadach Redoubt. They were made up of his Forsworn, and a lot of prisoners who never had anything to do with the Forsworn, but were now 100% converts. There were humans of all kinds, a couple Orcs (including Borkul), and a Khajiit. At the end of it all, Madanach shook my hand. “I’ll be back. Please, don’t kill all the Nords while I’m gone.” “What’s your plan?” He asked. “I already told you. I’m going to give you the Reach.” I waivered, and fell on my face, “Sorry… just need to sleep first.” “Borkul, could you escort this young lady to a bedroll?” Madanach asked. “Oh, with pleasure,” he said hungrily, picking me up.
  6. (Note: To differentiate them, I think I’m going to start calling beast shouts, “Beast calls.”) Hey, it’s Destana. It’s Day 12 of this month of preparation for the Thalmor. It was morning, and I’d stayed up all night going through the ceremony to become a shaman of the forsworn. I also learned a few new teleport spells from the senior shamans, and got a noticeable increase to my magicka recovery just from the ceremony. I feel like since I came to Skyrim I’d been doing my best to smooth over the rough bits, you know? I’d really taken a liking to this land. I’d spent a lot of time and energy protecting it, and had become a person of some renown in the process. But I feel like every so often I come across something that could be described as a pustule. I poke at it, and it ruptures, and the rot just spills out. The Prison system here had been one of these. I’d escaped and murdered the Jailer in cold blood (literally… cold, in the sea of ghosts). The vampires’ secret nature gave way to a relationship with the holds that was ultimately going to strengthen Skyrim. The gray quarter was now livable. Skyrim had many more people and places to live. That day what started as a project to help with the war, the forsworn, became a cause for me to champion. That morning, instead of being tired, I was wired. I returned to Badycia, the leader of the shamans, looking for more work. She gave me a few jobs, but I’m going to gloss over two of them as they’re not especially important or interesting. 1. So cut it in half The first was a dispute between two women in Vulkos’ camp. Badycia said shamans are the wisdom of the reachmen, so they often act as judges. Each woman said the other woman’s baby died during childbirth and she was trying to steal hers. Vulkos said, “How about a trial by combat? Let the gods decide.” “I could just cut it in half,” I said, “Both women get half a baby.” “Okay,” they both said. “Wait, no! You’re supposed to… okay, trial by combat. Fuck it,” I said, throwing up my hands. 2. Wolf Mother The next job was in a camp with a woman named Genserie. When I got there, she told me the wolf pack in the area was weak and dying out. Sigorn wanted them dead, but I happen to know wolves are a keystone species. When wolves die out, their prey reproduce out of control, eat all the flora and decimate the natural world. (That’s from reading a lot of books over those ten years!) “So, what’s the deal with them? Are they not reproducing or something?” I asked. “No… well, they’re trying,” Genserie replied. We walked over to the wolves’ stomping ground to find a woman having sex with four gray wolves. She was imperial, and surprisingly clean. “Well, there’s your problem,” I said, “Wolves and humans can’t reproduce.” “She thinks she’s a wolf,” Genserie whispered, “I think the females wandered out of the area because she just fucks them all day long.” “I am a wolf!” She said. “Romula Sena. You are not a wolf,” Genserie said. “Of course I am,” she replied, “Why else would I be fucking these wolves? My mate Aki and I are going to have wolf pups soon.” “Well, that’s weird. What do we do?” I asked. “Maybe… if we showed her humans can have sex with wolves?” Genserie replied. “Well, don’t look at me,” I said, “I don’t plan on doing that again.” “I guess it’s up to me then, I’m going in,” Genserie said. When she was done, Genserie told her we had quite a few animals in the forgotten valley. Romula asked if she could come and join our tribe, and left the wolves of the plains to do wolf things. So now the Marses has an Imperial. We took her to Armin, and he was accepting of the situation. A woman who can make the beasts happy… guess that’s positive. 3. New Sibyl The third job is a little more involved, but still fairly short. It was only late morning at this time, and Armin told me he had an idea that would benefit our cause. Seeing as how there are a lot of Forsworn living in Markarth and the towns in the Reach, he heard things. Turns out, there’s a whole information network here. Anyway, he’d heard the High Priestess at the Dibellan Temple had died recently and they were searching for a new Sibyl. He wanted me to go talk to the sisters first, and once I had her, we were going to bring her into our influence. I teleported to Markarth, and while I was in Volkihar Castle I got a couple comments about me being mortal and therefore worthless. Serana said she didn’t like werewolves, and I was the exception. I sighed, thinking I was probably going to go back to vampirism sooner than expected, especially since the vamps would barely give me the time of day at the moment. At Markarth, it seemed like I had been expected. Oh yeah! This was that job they sent for me for. I approached the acting mother, Hamal, and after some anger she said, “The ceremony you so rudely interrupted was the Exalted Protocol of the Dibellan Sibyl. Through this we are able to hone in on the next Sibyl to the north in a small village pressed against the stone. We believe the place in our vision is Karthwasten.” On the way out, a sister spoke to me, “After your mission, are you interested in joining the sisterhood, on a trial basis?” “Uhh… maybe. I don’t have a lot of free time. What do I need to do?” I asked. “Oh, I know who you are. You’d be doing things for us in your off time. I’ve heard a lot of stories that you are quite skilled,” she smirked, then she said, “The Temple is closed, for now, but I could definitely use some help with the collection of donations. With the dragons and the war, the Thalmor, the forsworn, and everything…these are uncertain times. You’re out there, leading the people. I ask that if you do this, you remind people of love and beauty.” “Yeah, but more specifically?” “Take this wreath. Collect donations wearing only this upon your head, let your beauty inspire their gold to flow,” she winked. I smiled, “I… think I can do this.” I went back to Armin, “I infiltrated the sisterhood. It was easy. They sent me to find the Sybil.” “Good. Our men in Karthwasten picked her up. She’ll be in the Broken Tower redoubt. I’m going to send you to ‘rescue’ her. Instead of bringing her back to the Temple of Dibella, bring her to Karthspire. We’ll have a ritual ready.” I nodded, and teleported to Broken Tower Redoubt. I flew to the top level of the tower, and spoke to their Briarheart, “I’m here for the Sybil. Armin sent me to take her to a ritual with our shamans.” The man was named Sigorn. He growled, “Well, if it’s for the shamans, I can’t argue. But I still want her ass. What’s the ritual?” “Not sure on the details. You’re free to show up and see if you can ‘help out.’ It’s at Karthspire,” I said. “Fair. I’ll see you there,” he replied, "No. One more thing.” He put up his fists, putting away his weapons. Then he said loudly, “There’s no way you’re going to take this girl! She’s mine! You’ve been hiding amongst the forsworn this whole time!” He took a wide swing at me, missing horribly. I could tell this was a ploy at this point. “Please, help me!” The girl shouted from within the cage. She was blindfolded. “Oh, by the old gods!” He shouted, then he fell on the ground, making it sound like I’d just beaten him. I walked over and picked the lock on the cell, and grabbed the girl’s hand, still tied, “Let’s go!” “What’s your name?” I asked. “Fjotra. Thank you for saving me!” She yelled as she ran after me, tripping over things. I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder, taking flight as I walked outside. “The Sisterhood of Dibella sent me to save you. You’re going to be the next Sibyl,” I said. “Really?” She asked, “Why is it so windy? Can you take the blindfold off?” “No, we’re flying. I don’t want you to shriek and fall out of my grip when I take it off. We’ll land in a few minutes,” I replied. I flew her to Karthspire, where Drana, a Hagraven and a few others had set up a platform and a ritual. A wolf, a troll and a few shamans and forsworn were gathered around. “Okay, are we safe? Can I take off the blindfold now?” Fjotra asked. I may have felt bad, since this was against her will and without her knowledge, but it would generally benefit both the sisters AND the forsworn. Drana stepped forward and took the girl’s hands, unbinding them. Then she put her hands on her head, and the girl sat down. “She will be… receptive,” Drana said. “Could you teach me that?” I asked. “Easily. I could do it right now, if you have the talent,” Drana replied. It only took a good ten minutes, but she showed me a few arousal-control spells. Then Drana and the others started to gather energy to start the ritual, creating the same effect as during my shaman ceremony. Drana took off the blindfold and Fjotra was glassy-eyed and receptive. “First, we need a man for the ritual,” Drana said, “Which one of you guards wants the honor? Which is more high-ranking?” Sigorn leapt off his horse and sprinted up the hill. Damn he wanted this girl bad. I mean, she was probably 18 and was very pretty. “Mine!” He shouted, “I’m the leader of the Broken Tower Redoubt. Not a chief, but higher than these guys.” “Very well,” Drana said. Sigorn smirked, rubbing his hands together. He entered her from behind, depositing his load several moments later. “She had formed the bond with a man of the Forsworn. Next,” Drana continued, “The girl will form a bond with our wolf spirit.” I looked at the seemingly normal wolf, and he winked at me. Was it the same one as mine? I smiled back. He mounted her and did the same. Whether this would give the new Sibyl powers of nature on top of the Dibellan powers she would soon get, I wasn’t sure. “What’s the troll for?” I asked. “Stop asking questions girl, I’m getting to that!” Drana cleared her throat, “I don’t want to spoil this for you or give you an unnecessary advantage over the others, but as part of the trial you will do next, you will form a bond with a troll. Trolls are bestial, yes, but they are in tune with nature. They have a line stretching back to the dawn era.” “So, you’re fast-tracking her through the shaman process?” “Basically, yes,” Drana replied. While she had her fun with the troll, Drana engaged with one of the other Forsworn guards. As the last part of the ritual, she cut Kalydi and cast a spell with the sister’s blood on the new Sibyl. “Now, take her to the sisters. Say nothing of this. I will report to Armin. In the future, you keep an eye on the Sibyl. She will be a sleeper in the sisterhood for us, and will follow your commands without question,” Drana explained. We dressed her in a gray robe, and I teleported (through Volk) to Markarth. I walked her into the temple, and she seemed normal. Hamal was just at the entrance to the inner sanctum. She looked me up and down, still in my Forsworn clothes, “Interesting choice of clothes.” “It’s a disguise!” I replied. “This woman saved me from the forsworn,” Fjotra said, “She says you want me to be the next Sibyl?” “Oh, gods! You found her!” Hamal said excitedly, “Bless you! Come with me, girl. I will begin your training.” She turned back to me before they walked out, “You’ve truly earned the Blessing of Dibella. Prostrate yourself before her altar and you will receive her blessing.” They walked away, and I did what she said. I could feel the warmth of Dibella shroud me. Goes to show you that Aedra aren’t actually as choosy as everybody thinks about who they give their blessings to. Really, the only difference between them and the Daedra is the Aedra helped/consented to the creation of mortals and Nirn, and the Daedra didn’t. Of course, like Sanguine, you can enjoy the fruits of somebody else’s labor. I snuck in the back after a few minutes to find Hamal giving Fjotra her first lesson – she was going down on her. 4. Final Exam I returned to the Sacred Tree, and it was only noon. I was making great time today. “So what’s next?” I asked Badycia. “You have one more test to take. This will be designed to test everything you’ve learned so far and the ability to use the powers you received this morning. I sent you out on those jobs because all the others taking this test have years of service under their belts, they’ve proven their ability to deal with complex problems. I needed to see you in action, and let me say you did well.” “You hear about our Sibyl yet?” “Oh, of course. I’m glad you pulled it off,” Badycia replied, “Follow me.” She walked me up the hill on the far side of the tree that’d I’d never had any reason to go up before. At the top of the path was the ancient door of a nord ruin. “Give me all of your possessions. You don’t need them here. Remember our ways as you traverse the ruin,” Badycia said, then smiled at me, “Before you go, I want you to know I actually sincerely hope you pass this. I have a good idea of who you are.” “Oh really?” I asked, already undressing and piling my stuff on the ground, “Who do you think I am?” “The Dragonborn. Everyone respects you. Tell me, what is your purpose here?” “I want the Forsworn to be able to live their lives how they want. And I want there to be peace between the Nords and the Forsworn. Each side might need to give up some of what they want, but together, we can be even stronger than we can imagine.” “What makes you think the Forsworn would assent to this? You know we took Markarth and held it for two years during the Great War, right? Markarth is our city, and we took it back while the Nords and the Empire were distracted.” “Because I think I have a solution that will satisfy everyone,” I finished getting naked, “Also, the Aldmeri Dominion hold most of the continent now, and in two weeks they’re coming for us. Would you rather be an ally of another race of mankind that can look at you and see you as human, or under the boot of a race of people who think humans are inferior and want to crush all of us under their heels?” “You make a solid argument. But, do you know how the Nords got Markarth back?” She asked. “No…” I replied, “It’s like a footnote in most books, the Markarth Incident.” “When you get out of there, I’ll tell you all about it,” Badycia said, “For now I want your mind to be on this task. Remember everything we’ve taught you.” I turned, and opened the door. Inside the first room was huge and open. Two skeevers were threatening a hunter. How’d she get in? I followed the light up to a hole in the overhead, about fifty feet up. “Help me!” She yelled. I immediately casted Bound Bow and loaded an arrow. Then I tilted my head. I walked forward slowly, then called, “KAKE!” The skeevers turned to me, still looking ugly, but docile. “I don’t know what you did, stranger, but thanks!” She pulled out a sword and stabbed one of the skeevers through the head. Red energy started to envelop her, “What’s…. happening?!” She vanished. I blinked. Okay, well, now I understand the rules, I guess. If you kill any of the beasts, you get got. Whether the woman was dead, or just forcibly ejected from the ruin, I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t about to find out. I walked forward and found a cozy campfire still burning. Apparently owned by the interloping hunter. I looked through her stuff and took what was valuable. But with no pockets… I just laid the gold back down. A wolf was standing at the edge of the firelight, growling. I readied my beast voice, but realized they had cooldowns too. I quickly dodged as he lunged at me, then shouted, “KAAN!” Using my dragon voice to supplement my beast voice. The wolf sat down and I petted him on the head. I told him to stay (since Kyne’s Peace has a limited duration) and continued on. Next, I encountered two spiders, which I used my beast call on and told them to stay (so they don’t kill anything that attacks me later). Then, I found a troll in a room with four levers and a shut portcullis. Realizing Kyne’s Peace wouldn’t work on him and my power was still recovering from the beast voice (the specific call is named Mating Call), I casted invisibility on myself and waited for him to move around as I pulled all four levers, recasting it as necessary. I continued on, crossing a river and finding a rock bridge with another troll. In turning the corner, he was only about ten feet from me now, but he didn’t move to attack. I looked at this one more closely. He had a lot of wrinkles and this one had gray hair. He seemed to hobble a little as he walked. This Old Troll walked up to me calmly. He reached out his hand. I grabbed it, and he gently held my hand. I smiled at him. Maybe, as I had earlier suspected, Trolls and Giants weren’t brainless, just hostile because of years of aggression between our kinds. The troll’s dick started to get erect and he smiled at me. But he wasn’t aggressive. Drana did say this was part of the test. I sighed, “Well, I’ve fucked stranger things. I know what you want.” I moved to the other side of the bridge and he followed, then I got on all fours and presented myself to him. He entered me and fucked me pretty soundly. He also picked me up and hugfucked me. When we were done, I felt like… all this ‘forming bonds’ with beasts and beast-like creatures was causing my beast hide and beast calls to grow stronger. I think I was working out in my head how to give beasts basic commands. I bid the Old Troll goodbye, telling him to stay, and continued on. The next cave had a sheer pit in front of me. Like… a fifteen-foot-wide chasm. With magic I could probably get across. But how were the others supposed to do this? I stretched out my foot and felt it touch stone. “Ha!” I shouted as I stepped out onto the invisible land bridge, “The old leap of faith.” I walked across to the next cave, which had some form of advanced Spriggan in it. She spoke, “I am the Keeper Spriggan, the blessed of Kyraneth. Apprentice. Your will, wits and wisdom have been tested. Now, your knowledge.” “I’m ready,” I smiled. I had a lot of that. I wasn’t a mage for no reason. “How many colors can natural wolves have in all the lands of Nirn?” She asked. “Three,” I replied. “Good. Next question: wolf, snail, troll, frog. Which of these are hermaphroditic?” I blinked, “Wow, testing textbook smarts.” “Hmm.. I’ve never seen a female troll. But they have penises, so maybe they’re rare, like Giantesses,” I thought for a second, “Only the snail.” “Excellent,” the Spriggan replied. Then she smirked, “What is the difference between respiration and fermentation metabolism?” “Respiration is how we breathe. Fermentation huh?” I scratched my head, “Well, that’s how we make beer, which is done by microbes. I guess, fermentation is how microbes respirate?” “That is … acceptable,” the Spriggan replied. Then she blasted me with green light. When I opened my eyes, I was in a cave with an ancient spriggan and three Menthirs (teleportation stones). “Destana!” Katalia shouted and hugged me. “What’s this?” I asked. “Looks like you passed. We’re waiting for everybody to come through, then we’re all going to touch our Menthirs. Each Menthir is attuned to a different type of shamanism. After you touch them, you’ll be transported out of here and be given a gift. So, which type will you choose?” There were three women before me, one trying to become each type. Katalia chose to be a Koldun shaman, specializing in life manipulation and curses. Moira (the girl who put my heart back in) wanted to be a Hagraven. Ethrane, who I hadn’t done much with, was choosing to be a Primal shaman, who were friends of the spriggans and focused on healing. I chose that one. We touched our stones, and were teleported. I made nice with the Spriggans in the spriggan cave, and then I went back to Badycia, who didn’t have anything else for me yet, other than congratulations. “So what is the deal with Markarth? Am I going to be angry?” “Probably,” Badycia said, “You’re about to marry Ulfric Stormcloak, aren’t you? Well, you are a shaman, either way. So I’ll tell you this and do what you will with it. During the Great War, the Empire pulled back its forces to deal with the Thalmor. When the Forsworn took back the Reach, we drove out Jarl Hrolfdir. Keep that in mind when I tell you this: he went to Ulfric Stormcloak for help. Two years later, when they retook the Reach, they killed everyone. Not just the Forsworn. But also, the Nords who didn’t actively help retake the city. Men, women, and children. Our king, Madanach, was taken prisoner. To this day, an old man, he still remains in Cidhna Mine.” I could feel my eyebrows twitching, “Yeah, but we ousted Hrolfdir.” “Yeah, because he didn’t uphold his bargain with Ulfric. Weak man didn’t stand by Talos worship. With the Silver-Bloods, things have changed a little. On the surface, they claim they want to rid the Reach of the Forsworn, but fighting against us has actually lessened. I think the Silver-Bloods either give a shit about us, or they want to stay in power and are using Madanach as a hostage. Either way, something fishy is going on,” Badycia replied. I huffed, clenching my fists, “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. First, I’m going to have a talk with my fiancée. Then I’m going to figure out what the hell’s going on in Markarth.” Badycia smirked, “Good luck, shaman.” I teleported to V, then to Windhelm, which put me at the gates. As I walked the streets in my forsworn garb, people just seemed confused seeing ‘those people’ so far from the Reach. In the plaza with the Talos statue, Fenrir turned, “Mom!” He blinked, “Could you put a shirt on?” “Sorry, son. I’m on a mission right now,” I said. He followed me just inside. “Hi mom!” Runa was sitting at the dinner table with Aventus, thanes and other officials, Ulfric standing at the other end of the hall talking to organizers. He turned, “My darling! I was beginning to think you wouldn’t ~” He started, but I reached him and slapped him across the face. He turned back to me, annoyed look on his face, “What was that for?” “There’s more where that came from,” I asked, “Ever heard of the Markarth Incident?” “That was a long time ago…” he said, “Another Jarl came to me, asking for help.” “What you did to those people… it was barbaric!” I said, “Did you really kill everyone?” I reached back my hand to slap him again, and he caught my hand at the wrist. “We stormed the city and took it back. That was it. When things were secure, I handed it off to Hrolfdir. What he did after that, I don’t know,” Ulfric said flatly. By this time the Jarl’s Hall had become silent, all eyes on us. “Well then, Hrolfdir is on my list when we’re declared King and Queen. Since he’s not even a Jarl anymore. You know, I meant what I said. I want the Forsworn to have their own hold, their own seat on the council. Now I’m considering if I should give them Markarth. Pray to the gods they don’t do to the Nords there what you guys did to them!” I snatched my hand back. “So does that mean you still want to marry me?” He asked. “Yes!” I yelled at him, “FUS!” I blew him onto his butt, sitting on the stairs to his throne. Then he shouted back at me, “FUS!” “Wanna get in a shouting match with me?” Ulfric growled. “No,” I said angrily, “Because I’d win, and I like you. Mostly.” I turned and walked out, “Hi Runa. See you the day after tomorrow.” “Wow, she was mad,” Jorleif said. “Yeah,” Ulfric stood, “She looked good in that Forsworn getup though. I know a lot of them go topless. On her, it really works.” “Geez,” Runa said to Fenrir, by the door. “Yeah, imagine the two of them actually yelling at each other,” Fenrir shook his head, “They’d probably level the building.”
  7. Hey, it’s Destana. Last time I joined the Forsworn. My goal here is to make peace with the Reachmen and put an end to this neverending war. My ulterior motive to trying to make the Forsworn a full part of Skyrim is having them to help us fight the Thalmor in the coming invasion. It’s day 10 of 14 (til my wedding with Ulfric) and of 30ish (until the time imbalance corrects itself and the Thalmor attack). I woke up again, after having gotten my last tattoo from a Forsworn tattoo lady, about 10 am. I threw on my Forsworn gear to make myself feel like part of the group, then found Katalia near the Sacred Tree. “How’s the flesh?” She joked. “Well, it’s no beef,” I smiled, “And I don’t think I’ve ever eaten in human form. Usually I’m in a frenzy.” She didn’t seem to pay much attention to that statement when she said, “Well, now you’re a Marses tribe member. Welcome, sister! Armin’s our leader. You should talk to him about work.” “You know some shaman spells, right?” I asked. “Yeah. I know most the basics. I’m just waiting for the shaman test to advance to full shaman. You’re a mage, right?” “How could you tell?” I asked. “I dunno. Just a feeling, I guess. The fact that you said you knew unlocking, and teleportation,” she smiled excitedly, “I wonder if you’re good enough that you could take the test with me? I’ll show you Spriggan Spray. It’s the basic spell of Primal and Koldun. And, well… bugs are fascinating, so it was my first spell.” She took the time to teach it to me, as it seemed most Forsworn didn’t learn their art from books, but word of mouth, and I learned to conjure little bugs to annoy and poison targets. It was no elemental bolt, but it was a building block to understanding their way of spellcasting. “You’re a natural. Oh, and I can show you the most basic teleportation spells. The only two I know,” she said, then she showed me how to teleport to the Sacred Tree we were standing at, and the stone she’d ported to earlier. Then she gave me a Mehir fragment, “This makes it possible without much training.” I was pretty happy. If I could teleport to most the holds, and eventually all the Forsworn sacred sites, I could zip around to any battle anytime. A man named Brenus (who’d bothered me on the way in) also bothered me on the way out, “Hey cutie, wanna sleep in my tent tonight?” I sighed, “I barely know you dude. Step off.” “Sorry. Maybe next time,” Brenus said. He seemed sad. And you know I’m quite the busybody/solver of problems. “Hey guy, you seem lonely.” “Well, I am. My wife died and now I don’t have anybody. You seem so exotic. I figured you miss every target you don’t shoot.” “I like your attitude! I’m not looking for any more committed relationships though. Would you like me to try and set you up with someone?” “Really? That’d be great!” Brenus replied. My bear friend was just sleeping on a random table, so I told him to stand guard and went off to find Armin. I used the Mehir (you don’t need to use the spell if you just touch them) and walked back to the camp where I’d found him originally, encountering a group of Adventurers and an Ogre. The adventurers attacked me. Seeing a forsworn alone seemed like easy pickings, I imagined, but they didn’t know what they were dealing with. I snagged a set of Dragonbone Claws from one of the guys, and decided it went with my look more than a knightly sword, for now. I’d started making a point of picking up a lot more stray armor I found on my many assailants so I could hand them off to the Stormcloaks/Standing Army, or use the High Alchemy spell and transmute them into gold for myself. This was my first encounter with an Ogre since they’d started crossing the border from Cyrodiil, and they reminded me of Giants in level of strength. Once I found Armin, I said, “You wanted to see me once I settled in, right, Chief?” “Yes. You might’ve joined a tribe, but I want to see if you’re a useless stomach to feed,” Armin replied. I could swear he was sneering, but his mask entirely covered up his face, “We’re going on a hunt. Follow me. This is your chance to prove to me what you’ve got.” He took me and a group of young warriors down a bunch of winding paths, finally ending up at a small version of the Sacred Tree overlooking a farm house. “Everyone’s here? Alright, open your ears. We’re here to see if you’re useless stomachs,” Armin said. Orell patted his belly, “Stomachs are always useful!” “He means useless, like you’re a worthless mouth to fee, dumbass,” Styr said. Yngride added, “I’m ready! They invade our lands and profane our sacred places. This time, we’re the hunters.” Styr sneered, “You talk big. But you’ll give them some of your ginger cunt, just like this Redguard over here.” Yngride growled, “You still dream about me, don’t you? Touch me and I’ll make your cock into a necklace.” Armin waved his Glass Greatsword, “Shut up! You see those stupid Nords, near our sacred tree? They’re our prey. I warned them about defiling it. Not they’re going to pay with their lives. This path is their only exit.” There was a farmer, his wife, and his daughter. Having some sort of lunch around the sacred tree, maybe? I ran forward with the others. It wasn’t always really my way to kill without what I thought were good reasons, though I had killed people for less. I will admit, I threw out a FUS and knocked the farmer off the cliff, but he only bounced once before he hit the water. The wife was slaughtered by the rest of them – hey, I did my best. And when I walked back over, Armin had cornered the daughter and was waiting for us. “What should we do, recruits?” Orell said, “We should have fun with her before we kill her.” “Of course, you would say that,” Yngride said, “We should just kill her.” Styr said, “How about we let her go? She can spread the word that we’re not putting up with this shit anymore. Carry it back to Markarth.” “What do you think?” Armin turned to me. “I like Styr’s idea,” I said. “A brave choice. Alright. You guys did a good job. I’ll be back at the Sicambres village. See ya!” Armin sheathed his sword and casually walked away. “That was kinda easy,” Styr said, “Anybody up for any more action?” “Eh, I have plans,” Yngride said, “Hey Destana, want to help me with something?” “What do you need?” I asked, always usually ready to help (when it’s convenient). “This Breton guy got me into bed and stole everything I own.” I shrugged. It was a worthy cause. We ran down a road and she said, “Alright. According to what I heard, he goes to the inn near here every night. When he’s done, he’ll be stumbling down this way.” “How long is that?” I asked. “About four hours,” Yngride said. I pursed my lips, “I’ll be right back.” I flew up and looked around a bit, and I found another group of adventurers. These didn’t attack me. They hailed me from the air. “Excuse me, flying woman. Are you an adventurer like us?” Their leader was wearing plate and looked like some kind of knight. “Yeah, I’ve been running with the forsworn lately, but I could say I am,” I said. “Care to join us for a quick cave crawl? Shouldn’t be more than an hour. We can storm through there, there’s supposed to be treasure, and a heinous monster at the end. What do you say?” “Sure, why not,” I smiled. Here were four of them, and we did storm through there. Mostly spiders and rando creatures. Nothing too impressive. The last cave of the complex was a downward spiral path with a skylight and a few men were camped out at the bottom. “And now we slay the foul beasts!” The leader shouted, and charged. “Wait, those look like they’re just some escaped prisoners…” I said, but he didn’t listen. Him and his group charged forward without hesitation. It actually reminded me of when I was new to Skyrim and pretty downtrodden. “No! Please!” One of the men shouted, “Stay back!” “These men look defenseless!” I shouted down. “Nonsense!” The lead man slashed into the prisoner with his greatsword. “Hey! Stop!” I said, getting angry. I drew my bow and aimed at the group, wondering what was going on. The first man fell from his blows, but the second and third weren’t going down without a fight. They both transformed into werewolves. “Face the wrath of the Silver Hand, beasts!” I pursed my lips again. I immediately crouched and let loose an arrow, sticking one of these Silver Hand chumps in the back and he fell into the water below, dead. The leader and his right hand continued to engage the WW’s while the one in back ran up the spiral to engage me. I backed up and when he reached my level I gave him an Unrelenting Force, which sent him fifty feet down, spraying his brains on the rock. The two-on-two was pretty evenly matched, until I plugged the other guy with an arrow in the back of the head. The second were fell, then the leader and the last clashed climactically. “This is vile betrayal!” The SH guy shouted. I took aim, peppering him with arrows. Finally, he went down. The werewolf charged up the ramp at me. I quickly spent a dragon soul on Kyne’s Peace and when he got up to my level I shouted, “KAAN!” But he kept coming. Of course, it only worked on true animals. “Whoa there!” I shouted, “I’m not your enemy! I shot those Silver Hand jerks down.” “You were working with them!” He growled. Then he lunged, knocking me against a wall. I crumpled, and he was charging at me. I shouted again, but this time, it was a garbled KAAN, that sounded more like, “KAKE!” The were seemed taken aback by that, and he stopped charging. He breathed deeply, growling, but calmer. “Hey, I didn’t know those guys were Silver Hand. I hate those guys. As soon as I found out, I shot them in the back. You seem like a reasonable group of werewolves who decided to remove themselves from society to prevent losing control. Let me tell you something. I’m a werewolf too. I found peace in feeding on bad humans. With a calm soul, you can develop the power to overcome the transformation and live a normal life.” He growled again, “How… do you … do this…?” “When you calm down and revert forms, you should go to Whiterun. Go to Jorrvaskr. Ask for Aela, Farkas or Vilkas. Tell them Destana Stormblade sent you after you were attacked by the Silver Hand. Ask them how to control the form. Tell them your story.” I put my hand on his shoulder, and he wrapped his beastly arms around me and wept, “It’s been so long since… anybody but my brothers showed me compassion. I want to live in normal society again.” “You can,” I said. Then he shifted back into his human form. “Will you be okay?” I asked. “Yes. I can make it to Whiterun,” he replied. When I came out of the cave, it was a little past dark. As I was running back over to Yngride’s hiding spot, I realized I definitely had a shout that was not Thu’um. It was something of my own making. Like a different dialect of the dragon language, perhaps tied to the natural world. And the first one I had could befriend beasts and feral creatures. I would need to test this more. I approached Yngride to find her fending off a bear and found my opportunity. “KAKE!” I shouted, and the bear laid down on the ground. I petted him. “Where the hell have you been?” She asked. “You’re not even… freaked out or impressed by what I just did?” I asked. “No, most our shamans have spells to befriend animals. Somebody told me you were training to be a shaman.” “That wasn’t a sp~” I started, but Yngride interrupted me. “There they come! They’re early!” She leapt off the outcropping we had been waiting on and tackled the man off his horse. He had two friends, and they were easily dispatched by me and my newest bear friend while she wrestled with him on the ground. Suddenly the man screamed and I heard the sound of a dagger cutting flesh. “Well, I’m satisfied,” she held up his balls triumphantly. The man was screaming bloody murder, and my bear clawed him in the face, killing him. “Here. Take this bow. You’ll not find a better one in the Reach,” she threw me a forsworn bow. As I tested it, I realized it had an extremely heavy strength pull and was one of the best bows I’d ever seen, even outstripping the Nerevarine’s Bow in craftsmanship. “WOW!” I shouted, “Where the hell did you get this? This thing is insane!” “Long story. I guess, my father was a master bowmaker and made my brother and I these bows. My brother died a few years back,” she replied. “I feel like I don’t deserve this. Godsdamn this is a good bow,” I said. “See? I knew you’d appreciate it, because I’ve seen you using that fancy magic bow,” she replied, “Put it to good use, slaying our enemies.” It was just then that I think the scales tipped quite a bit. Let me explain. As I readied my teleport to get back to the Sacred Tree and sleep, I thought about the Forsworn. Here they were, a brutal people who knew what they believed in. But I joined them for my own purposes and they’d taken me in, and finding me to be useful, they’d taught me powerful magic, given me the best of what they had, and were ready to teach me more. And there was none of the racial purity bullshit I saw some places. The exact thing I was fighting – the Skyrim belongs to the Nords, was already not in the Reachmen. They weren’t just Bretons. Some of them were Nords. I would later learn there were some Imperials amongst their ranks. And now, one Redguard. I may have been the Dragonborn, a Stormcloak, a Mage, a Thief, a Vampire (once and future), a Werewolf, a Companion, and a warrior of some renown, but I was most definitely a Forsworn. I told the bear to go back to the wild and thanked him with some meat. When I teleported back and said hello to Badycia, I asked her if she knew anybody who would be right for the creeper who approached me earlier and she gave me a list of women who were free. See? Brutal, but helpful. The same woman who had me eat human flesh was now matchmaking. “So, what do I need to do to become a shaman?” I asked her finally. “I was wondering when you’d ask,” she said, “I see the fire in you. I have several tests, which you’d better do quick if you want to catchup with my daughter. First, I will test your knowledge of plants. Bring me all the plants on this list.” She handed me a list of ten plants. I dumped out my pack and had eight of them lying around. The other two was a quick teleport away. “Damn, you continue to impress me,” Badycia said, “Next, I’ll test your wisdom. Go to the Old Hroldan Inn and find Katalia’s cousin. You can’t miss her. They call her Red.” I used the Menhir and went there straightaway. It was late into the night, but I was fairly hooked at this point. I looked over and found a young woman wearing a red hood, “Are you Red?” “Yes, that’s what they call me. My entire family was killed by a werewolf, and now he’s stalking me. Please, can you kill it?” She asked. Uh-oh. There’s no way that guy from earlier… I flew out to the place she told me about. I snuck up on him, and he was just sitting there by a campfire… in werewolf form. “Excuse me,” I said from the air, knowing he couldn’t do much to me from up here, “Kill any people recently?” “No. I mean, yes. I did kill a werewolf recently. He was a blood-thirsty beast. And he got me. Now, I’m like this. Fortunately, I’m a Marses and we have a spiritual tradition surrounding werewolves. I already know how to control this form.” “Red sent me,” I said, “She thinks you killed them.” “No, no. She thinks he killed me too, probably, because I disappeared when he attacked. I just didn’t want to alarm her. My name’s Braith, by the way. Red is my fiancée. She’s a Reachman, but she doesn’t live with the Forsworn, so she doesn’t know.” “Is that common?” I asked. “Yes, a lot of the Forsworn have extended family in Markarth, Karthwasten, Salvius Farm…” “That’s crazy. It’s like cousins fighting over a piece of land,” I mused, “Anyway, what can do I do help?” “If you arrange a meeting, I would be most appreciative.” I went and gave Red the place and time, and then reported back to Badycia. “Great show of wisdom. If you’d killed him, I’d have known you weren’t cut out to be a shaman,” Badycia smiled at me. “Do you know everything that’s going on in the Reach?” I asked. “I have eyes everywhere,” she smirked, “Ready for more?” “Sure. Shoot.” “You impress. Next, I will test your wit. One of my friends needs help, and I think you’re the right person. Talk to Vulkos. She’s at an outpost near Dragon Bridge.” This time I teleported to Volkihar castle and had a midnight meal with Serana. She reacted very positively to my Forsworn clothes, “Wow. You look like a snack.” I told her that drinking my blood was liable to turn her into a werewolf, so she backed off and she drank blood and I ate some of the flesh laid out for us. After that I ported to Solitude and flew down to Dragon Bridge. Vulkos was at a camp overlooking the town. It was more like two tents. “I know, I know, it’s a small camp. You’re the new one, right? Let me introduce myself. I’m Vulkos. A Marses tribe. I’m a shaman and a Briarheart.” “I thought only men were usually Briarhearts,” I shrugged. “Well, I used to be a man,” she replied, “Namira granted me thus, after I removed the offending parts. My problem is, being a Briarheart is interfering with my ability to be a shaman. I need a new heart to replace my old one.” “Where … can I get a human heart. Okay, that’s not as much of an issue. Where can I get somebody to put a heart in your chest?” “Ascula can help you, but she’ll ask for a price. And don’t let her trick you,” Vulkos replied, “Bring it to Bluff Snake Redoubt.” I traveled across the plains, meeting a group of poachers killing Wooly Rhinos (and not even using the meat!), and I befriended a Rhino and killed them. When I reached the ruined tower Ascula had her outpost near, a dragon attacked. My rhino buddy helped kill the dragon. I walked up the spiral stairs and into the tower to find a few women in hagraven’s clothes, and an old Hagraven. Ascula was a gray-haired but still vital woman. “Hi, I’m here to ask for help for Vulkos.” “So, she decided she wanted to stay a woman, huh?” Ascula asked, “Interesting. Did you know Drana and I were the ones who made her a Briarheart, when she was a he?” She pondered for a moment, then said, “Ah yes, she sent you to find a new heart, didn’t she? There’s a cost…” She laughed under her breath a bit ominously. “What do you need?” I asked. “There’s a giant in the plains over yonder that’s been annoying us,” she replied, “I want his balls for a fertility potion.” I sighed, but accepted. I flew out of there, spotting the giant immediately. Now, giants were hostile, but they weren’t egregious monsters like some of the other things in the world. Kinda like dragons – I felt like they could be reasoned with. Of course, there was no asking for a creature’s balls. I did decide I would at least try and be diplomatic and try an experiment. I hovered toward him and shouted, “KAKE!” And he turned around. He scratched his head, then he smiled a little at me. I think… it worked. I lowered my elevation a little, and he reached out with his giant hand and grabbed my ankle. He held me for a few seconds, then petted me on the head. “Umm… hi, big guy,” I said. “Chu – ka,” he responded. Which, I didn’t speak giant. I wondered if they had a functional language or if it was just grunts. He hugged me with one of his arms. This guy was a gentle giant. I’d definitely seen their pastoral ways with the Mammoths. Gods, I definitely did not want to do what that pre-Hagraven had asked me to do. The Giant held me around the waist with one hand, and slid another up my leg, feeling the smooth skin. “Alright, getting a little bit too friendly there,” I said, then he slid his hand up my fur skirt and lightly grazed my pussy. “Oh!” I gasped, and he gently kept rubbing me. I struggled to get out of his grasp, but he held me tight. Then he kissed me on the forehead. Oddly, he was being very loving and gentle. I wasn’t sure if there was a concept of consent in giant culture. I’d only ever seen one female giant; they were definitely rare. Maybe they just mated without courtship because meeting a female was so rare. He lowered me down, grabbing his giant dick, and rubbed it back and forth against the entrance to my vagina, like I was riding a horse. I moaned a little. It felt really good, of course. But Talos’ ghost it was huge! Only days before I’d been impaled on a cock that rivaled demigods and this was only… a little bit bigger. Looked standard for a giant. I felt myself going over the edge, then shaking to an orgasm. This giant was in this to impress. He set me down gently, his cock just right over my head when we stood next to each other and stretching out just bigger than my forearm. He made no aggressive action, and I acquiesced. If I was going to do what I’d been asked to do, I guess the least I could do was allow him to get full use out of his balls before I took them. I licked gently up and down the monstrous shaft, swirling my tongue around the head. There was no way I could fit it into my mouth, but I managed to get the head in there. He picked me up by the waist again, this time working his cock’s head between my lips and just barely slipping inside me. When I winced a little, he pulled out, flipped me upside down and licked me until I came again. I used my tongue on him while he did. When he was ready, he sat me down and shot a river of cum on my head and shoulders. He then laid down, spent. With a heavy heart, I stabbed the giant through the heart, and he didn’t seem to fight back against me. I didn’t know a lot about giants, nor this one specifically, but it seemed like he wanted to die, a look of satisfaction on his face as he closed his eyes for good. I couldn’t fathom the sadness of a giant, but at least I gave him some release beforehand. I cut off his balls and returned them to Ascula. Her and Drana and one of the guardsmen were having a three-way when I got back. She said, “You put on a very good show. Put the balls in the bowl over there.” When they got finished, she continued, “I have several good hearts… just let me get it out of the chest here.” She pricked me with something, and everything went dark. I awoke to her screaming, “So beautiful, so precious! Giving your own heart!” “What the fuck?” I yelled as I got up off the table, a hole in my chest, “You crazy bitch! You took my fucking heart out!?” “Don’t be upset… you have a flower,” she cackled, then said several phrases that sounded like nonsense. Another woman tapped me on the shoulder and I nearly slugged her. “Sorry about her. She likes making jokes at others’ expense. I’m Moira,” she said. “And all of you just stood around while she did this?” I asked, then I grabbed my still-beating heart from the table. “I’m sorry. But I can help you. I know how to do this operation too. Come with me to Karthspire,” she said. I sighed, knowing this was the only way out of this situation. I peered down at the Briarheart as it pulsed my blood through my body like a regular heart. Moira and I traveled to Karthspire. At this time, it was well into the morning, and I’d forgotten to sleep, eat and generally take care of myself again after being a vampire for several months. I ate while we traveled. “Phage,” Moira said as we approached the forge. “What do you want?” She asked, hammering away at a sword. “Could you spare a heart for Vulkos?” Moira asked. Phage sighed, “For you, sure.” She finally looked at me, then sighed again, “Gods I hate Ascula. Sometimes I wish we could push out the Hagravens and their apprentices. No offense, Moira.” “None taken.” “But we do need them to make Briarhearts. Don’t you ever become like one of them, you hear?” Phage said. Then she quenched her sword. She turned to a chest, and pulled a heart out of a vat. “Best get to Bluff Snake Redoubt,” Moira said. I flew, carrying her, and she requested I teach her that spell sometime. Vulkos waved as she saw us, then looked at me. Flatly, she said, “So Ascula got to you, didn’t she?” “Look, can you just put my heart back in?” I asked, not sure what long-term effects this would have on my body. I mean, I wasn’t even sure how this was fucking possible. Medical science be damned. At the very least I didn’t want to be this way because a nimble thief could just pickpocket my heart out of my chest. Moira put me under and fixed both of us, and when I was fully restored, Vulkos said to me, “That is a wonder. You should bring Moira to Badycia. You saw what she did here. I think she’s ready to be a full shaman just like you and Katalia!” I shrugged, “You know, Moira, you’re pretty weird if you want to be a Hagraven someday.” “I know. I’m pretty messed up wanting to take people’s hearts out of their chests and tinker with their insides,” she smirked, “But yeah, we can be trials buddies.” I nodded, “Well, I guess I would trust you to ‘do no harm’ if I ever needed cardiac surgery again.” I teleported us to the Sacred Tree. “Vulkos has her heart back, and… so do I,” I said. “Ohhh,” Badycia said, “Well, never trust a Hagraven. Or a soon-to-be Hagraven. But you definitely passed the trial of wits and you’re in one piece. I need a moment with Moira here. Talk to Thusnelda about your final trial. When you’re done, you’ll be ready to be a shaman!” I was pretty tired at that point, it only being about noon but I hadn’t slept the night before. But I figured I could at least go talk to Thusnelda before I slept. “Hi. Badycia told me to talk to you about the last trial,” I said. “Of course. I will test your appetite for bonding.” “…bonding?” I asked, not sure what that meant. “Yes. Lot of rituals are carnal. We become bonded when we have sex. Not just with each other, but with spirits. Tell me, what do you know about animal love?” She asked. “Well… not a lot,” I replied timidly, “The closest I got was with werewolves.” “So you do have a little experience,” she said. Then she looked me up and down for a minute, “I think you will have the will when the time arises. That’s all. You pass.” I blinked, “Oh, well, okay.” I walked back over to Badycia, “She said I’m ready.” “Well, good. You made it to the next stage. I’m proud of you. Come back at sundown. Moira, Katalia, you, and a few others will all be taking part in the ritual.” I went and slept in the Young Cave and got up just before the sun went down. When I returned to the tree, only the people I knew were sitting there. I sat in the circle with the others around the tree, and a few more filed in. It was all deadly silent, no talking at all. A red-haired man and a mohawked woman played a flute and lute, and all the shaman women surrounded us, channeling powers of the spirits in a slow trickle. I think for the first time I noticed there were no male shamans. Men were mostly warriors, briarhearts or even werewolves if they chose that path. Woman could also be warriors or werewolves, but didn’t traditionally become briarhearts. But they could also become shamans. It took hours… but around midnight, ghostly blue wolves dotted the edge of my vision. Each wolf chose a woman sitting around the circle and approached her. As if they knew exactly what to do, each woman laid back or got on all fours and invited the wolf. Of course, they knew, they’d been raised in this culture that I was only a few days into. My wolf sat down next to me, and as if sensing my trepidation, put his head under my hand. I pet him, and he smiled a doggy smile. “You know… this is all symbolic. Ceremonial,” the wolf’s mouth didn’t move, but I heard the growling voice in my head. I blinked. “Yes, I can speak. You may be surprised but I can see the beast blood spirit in you,” the wolf said. I looked over to the other women, now getting fucked by wolf spirits, “That doesn’t look very symbolic.” “I mean, sex feels good for all creatures. Your shamans connect with us in this way. Perhaps you can hear me because you’re special. Not everyone can. They communicate with us with their bodies.” “Does that mean I don’t have to…” “Oh, no. It’s also a transfer of power. If you want to be a shaman, you still do,” he panted like a dog too hot. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” I curled my lip. “No, no. You already have a much stronger connection to the spirits than you realize,” he said back. “You mean…?” “Yes, your beast voice. Your beast hide,” he continued to pant, “It is rare, even among the Forsworn. Your kind calls you the Untamed. It is possible becoming a werewolf unlocked this power that always lay dormant in you.” “I am just a perfect Mary Sue, aren’t I?” I sighed, “Okay. I’ll bite.” I bent over, accepting him as the others were nearing their end. And, I mean, it felt like a penis. A sentient being was having sex with me. So I guess it wasn’t a lot different than a werewolf, or that giant. This is what you call a slippery slope. When I came, we came together, and he released his power into me. It was like when I killed a dragon, but not as thundering and distinct. But I felt a transfer of power, a blessing. And just like that, I was a shaman of the lowest level. I waited a few hours and returned to the Sacred Tree. Badycia already had another job for me.
  8. Destana again. Things are heating up. Last time I freed the companions from their curse. Time to check the old list. List: - Tour of the holds. - Get Stronger. (Forever ongoing) - Get the Forsworn. Better Nord than Thalmor. - Marry Ulfric, become Queen and him High King, unify Skyrim. Wedding date is 6 days (it’s day 8). - Study the Eye of Magnus. (Damien). - Ready the holds for war. (Fenrir and Ulfric). - Go to Cyrodiil and either: Try to get the Empire to ally with us or ensure they don't help the Thalmor. - Go to Elswyer, Hammerfell and High Rock to ask for aid. Wow! I am not making much progress at this. Last time I was just walking into the common bunk room after taking a nap. “Alright, you lost the bet. Now take your clothes off,” it was Njada, and she was talking to Ria. Wow, the girl really does not know how to be personable. Athis, the Dunmer new blood, was just laying in his bed, watching this unfold. He’d lost a fistfight to her when I joined, and now Ria had also lost one. I’d heard about her bets – the only way she ever gets action because she can’t be bothered to learn how to talk to people. Ria sighed, undressing, and Njada strapped on a device and penetrated her from behind. I watched, my eyes shifting over to Athis as he took off his hunter’s mail bottom. “Dude!” I said, looking at him. “Oh, I didn’t notice you there, or you, Athis,” Njada said, “You can watch if you want, I guess. Not that I can stop you - Harbinger!” Ria groaned as she was thrust into, “Oh, Vilkas told us already.” “Yeah, it’s big news and all, but have any of you guys seen Athis over here?” I asked. They all turned their heads. “Yeah, that’s just Athis. He’s huge,” Ria said. I walked over to him as he got up on his knees in bed, still messing with it. I got in close to look at it. “This thing is bigger than my forearm,” I said. It was thick, and long. “Probably the biggest dick I’ve seen on a man or mer,” I said. “Want to touch it?” He smiled. “Athis,” I said, “Of course I do.” I put my hand on it, wrapping both hands around it and stroking it as he continued to watch the two girls go at it. I watched too and was getting very aroused. I kissed it. He slapped it against my face a little, and I tried to put it in my mouth, but was unable. “I’ve had a giant demigod’s cock in my mouth, and this is legitimately giving me trouble,” I said. Athis smiled, “I can help you.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and slid it into my mouth, then fucked my face a little. He pulled it out, picking me up, then he moved me to the rug and got on top of me, fucking my face more. When I needed to come up for breath, he bent me over and slid inside me. By the time, the girls were done and everyone was watching us. Torvar showed up and Ria had sex with him while they watched us. Torvar took a turn with me when they were done, and Athis and Torvar both finished on my chest and face. Then we all collapsed in beds, sleeping for a few hours. Later in the evening (after washing), I walked out to the yard, finding Ria and Njada. I approached Njada again, “You know, you’d make more friends if you used more honeyed words.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Njada asked, “Also, your tits are out. What are you wearing?” I replied, “The about half the forsworn women are topless. I cobbled together forsworn clothes. The next thing on my list is to try and make peace with them.” Ria added, “Honeyed words are when you’re nice to someone. Or maybe even do things for them, to try and get them to like you.” “You can do things for people to get them to like you?” Njada asked, “Why the hell would I do that, when I could do things for myself instead?” “Well, I dunno, to make friends, I guess,” Ria said, “You don’t have to be so hard all the time.” “It’s good to be hard though. Like Aela. Someday I’m going to be a strong as her,” Njada said. “How’s this for hard?” I asked, and put up my hands, “C’mon. I bet you can’t beat me in a fistfight. If you win, you get to do whatever you want with me. For a whole day. And if I win… you will do whatever I want for a whole day!” Njada scowled at me, then she slowly smiled, “You’re on.” I am surprised she thought she could take me. Of course, I’m not physically strong. But I am tough. I feel like my skin is even tougher since I became a werewolf, even outside of the form. And I regenerate now. This was obviously not very fair. We went blow for blow for a while, but every bruise she made on me healed during the course of the battle. After a while she was badly worn and ragged, and I was in top shape. She fell to one knee. “Talos! How are you do damn durable!? Even with your tits swinging around I feel like you haven’t taken a scratch!” “That’s accurate,” I said, then helped her up. “So, what are you gonna do with me?” She asked. “We’ll start tomorrow morning. And here’s your task. I’ll make sure the Circle enforces it,” I smirked, looking over to Farkas, who’d been hanging out by the archery targets this whole time, “For one full day, you have to be nice, accommodating, and helpful to everyone in Jorrvaskr. All the Companions, the help, and everyone who comes to us for missions. If you’ve assigned a mission tomorrow, carry it out on your own time.” Ria and Farkas laughed out loud, and Njada growled, “That’s even worse!” She walked inside. “Make sure she does it, alright?” I told Farkas. “Where are you going?” He asked. “Well, I do have two more things I want to do here today, then I’m going to the Reach.” “What two things?” Ria asked. “Well, first, Vilkas. But then I’m going to take you out on one more hunt,” I said to Ria. “Oh! I’m happy!” Ria cheered, “Aela gave me a job earlier to go take care of a bear problem in Iverstead.” “Alright,” I said, “Get ready. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” I went and found Vilkas, who’d been waiting in his room. For me? Not sure. He looked up from what he was doing. “Reading a book?” I asked, “What is that?” He put the book away. “The Lusty Argonian…” I started. “Okay,” he cut me off, “I’m a little inexperienced. And it’s been a while.” “It’s okay. I’ve dealt with all kinds.” I was slow and deliberate. It took a little longer than I thought, but it was a good experience. He even got a little rough near the end. When we were done, I laid next to him in his tiny bed. “Is what they’re saying true? That you made your rounds through the Companions?” “Yeah, I mean, I do that,” I said, “I live a life of hedonism. I’m like the female version of a lady-killer. But I can kill anyone. Also, I could probably kill anyone for real.” “I’m not sure where that metaphor went,” Vilkas replied, “Big difference between you and a man doing this – don’t you worry about getting pregnant?” My eyes got big, and I got speechless. “Did you not realize…?” “No, no, shut up,” I said, “Fuck. Did you finish inside me?” “Well, yeah, you seemed not to care,” he replied. “I’m not a vampire anymore. I am officially able to be impregnated again,” I said. Then I smiled, “Don’t worry. It’s not your fault. I just need to be more careful again.” “You know the reason why it’s been so long?” “Why’s that?” “I used to be sweet on a girl from here,” Vilkas said, “She was supposed to meet me one night, and I found her, torn to shreds.” “Are you worried you did it?” “No, it was some other feral beast-blood. But I wondered if I became desperate, if I would do something like that.” “So you closed yourself off,” I said. Strangely, a little bit later he asked me to transform and give him head. Now that is ultimate trust. And doesn't sound like a good time at all. I went and bought pregnancy tests and termination potions before I met up with Ria. I took a test and it was bitter. Good. Deciding it was getting late in the evening, I used flight and grabbed Ria to travel to Iverstead. This was the fastest way of travel besides teleportation. You can fit so many quests in a single day with teleport/flight! “I bought along camping gear,” Ria said in flight. “Why’s that?” “Incase, you know, you can’t help yourself,” she replied. I snickered and we set down by the Inn right after nightfall, “Going to be a long night.” “Isn’t it always with you?” Ria smirked. I found her quickly, “Temba Wide-Arm. We’re the Companions, we’re here to help you with your bear problems.” “I’m so glad to see you. This has to be the worst place in Skyrim to have a mill. If I didn’t have everything invested here, I’d up and move. Sure, if you want to help me, would you mind bringing me their pelts? There’s a little something extra in it for you if you can get good quality ones,” Temba said. “Extra? Like extra gold?” Ria asked. “No, I’m offering your leader here sex,” Temba replied. I blinked. I thought I’d gotten that impression. Geez, I’d had a lot of sex today. I almost wanted to say no, but I didn’t. “I’ve heard about you. People like to trade bawdy rumors. Also,” she looked down at my ‘Forsworn’ outfit, which still had my tits out, “I mean, those are nice.” “Well, if people are trading such rumors, do you worry about your reputation? You seem a respectable woman,” I asked. She smirked, “I’ll fit you like a glove, if that’s your aim. I haven’t had any in months. Really, you’d be doing me another service.” She walked into the Inn. “I can’t believe you!” Ria said, a little shocked, but still smiling. “Hey, she came to me this time,” I threw up my hands. “I thought it was just the Companions, I didn’t know it was all of Skyrim!” She laughed, “Do women often throw themselves at you? How do you do it?” “My reputation is doing this. Usually, it takes at least a little work. Would you like to learn how to ply woman (and men)?” She blinked, “Yes, please. But let’s kill bears first. At least I know how to do that.” Not much to report. We killed bears for an hour or two, then came back. Temba was very appreciative. We went out back in the cool moonlit air and I tribbed her. Ria watched. “You, my dear, are the best,” Temba said, “Come by anytime. Well, my business is falling apart, so back to work.” “So, what now?” Ria said after she left. “Now we find someone for you to fuck,” I said, and dragged her to the Inn. We got a midnight meal and scoped out the babes and hunks. I asked her a few times and she was choosy in picking out who she was attracted to. “Her,” she nodded to Lynly Star-Sung, the bard. And I understand why. She had an amazing body, a beautiful face, and freckles. We walked over to her. Ria stood awkwardly behind me. “Anything exciting going on around here?” I asked. “Never,” she smiled at me, “You’re going to be bored to death if you stay here.” “Nothing you’d like to do?” I asked, thinking it would lead her in the right direction. At the same time, I pulled Ria out to stand next to me. “Well…” Lynly trailed off, “I’d like to go inside the barrow someday.” I blinked, “Well, that’s certainly a want, I guess. Dangerous though.” “Yeah, but it fills my heart with excitement,” Lynly whispered to me, “The dead walk. Make me feel… I dunno…alive.” “Well, my friend and I are members of the Companions. We can make the barrow safe for you.” “Oh, I’d certainly give you a small token of my affection,” Lynly smiled. I nodded, and we walked back over to our table, “Okay, well, we’re in, I guess. Just need to kill some draugr.” “I dunno. That didn’t sound like she wanted them killed…” “Bards are strange,” I said, “I know quite a few. And I guess I’m an amateur bard myself.” Though I hadn’t taken out my lute in ages. “Yeah, real strange,” Ria said. “Excuse me, look who’s talking! You remember what happened the first time we went on a hunt, don’t you?” She smiled, “No comment.” We made our way in, fought our way through a few dozen corpse bags. There was only one decent challenge group at the end, but I did what I do. I was just sheathing my weapons when another casket started to crack open. I sighed, taking my sword back out. “Wait…” Ria said, and she started to stealth. The Draugr was a Deathlord, and he paced around like, ‘Where did all my friends go?’ Ria crept closer. I didn’t like where this was going. “What are you doing?” I whispered harshly, half a dozen steps behind her. “Well, maybe the way the bard was talking got me curious,” she whispered back. “What the… you better not!” I whispered loudly again, “Just how do you propose to do that anyway? It’s not like you can sweet talk the dead!!” “I’m going to improvise, like you taught me,” Ria replied. She looked back at the deathlord and he’d turned. He looked at her for a second, then he started making a guttural noise neither of us could understand. “What if they retain fragments of their life and just want somebody to interact with?” Ria asked. “I mean, if you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, I think most living Nords in Skyrim don’t have any qualms about doing whatever they want with your body, regardless if you consent or not.” “Well, what if I do?” “Ugh, what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked. “See?” Ria asked, “He hasn’t attacked us yet. I think he understands us.” He made an angrier guttural noise, though he still hadn’t made move to attack us. Then Ria bent down and said the magic words in a seductive and sultry tone, “Enough…I cannot best you…” Like some sort of ancient code or magic phrase, it seemed to signal what she was trying to do. The draugr sheathed his sword and walked calmly towards her. He started to pull off the bottom part of his armor. She slid off hers, revealing chains she’d slapped on her wrists and neck, choking her a little. “Gods, you are so strange,” I said, holding the sword in front of me. Again, it was like watching a freak show. I couldn’t look away as the creature took out his withered old dick, probably hundreds of years old. Ria laid back on the stone floor and let him enter her. He let out more growls as he started thrusting. “So… um… how’s it feel?” I asked, “Like sand in your vagina?” “It’s like a piece of jerky,” she moaned, “But not that bad.” I…just couldn’t look away. I watched for several minutes until both of them were nearing their natural climax. Do… draugr still have cum? I had no idea, and it wouldn’t make sense for them to have it. He groaned, and she moaned loudly, and I pulled him out of her with my offhand and slit his throat. She was still laying down, her snatch pulsating with the orgasm. When it subsided, she got up and said, “What’d you do that for?” “I mean, I dunno. Maybe because he was probably going to eat you afterwards. Or come for me maybe. And I’m not into this,” I said. I grabbed the Word Wall for Kyne’s Peace, and the treasure in the back which I split, but I felt as dejected as anything. We walked back to the Inn. “So, we cleared out the Barrow Den,” I said. “You okay? You seem down,” Lynly said. “I’m just peachy,” I replied, “The real hero here is Ria. I mostly got in her way. Damn, I mean, I’m pretty useless in a fight. I’m more of an admin bitch than anything. You should give all your praises to her. She’s the promising new recruit that’s going places.” “Well, even so, thank you very much. I think I will be in the Crypt in an hour, if she wanted to be there to make totally sure I am safe,” Lynly winked. I walked over to Ria and said flatly, “She wants to fuck you in the Barrow. Meet in an hour.” “Hmm.. okay,” Ria smirked and went to order a drink. “Hey, Lynly, question,” I said, “Do you have another reason for wanting to go in there, other than morbid curiosity?” “I suppose I better come clean. My brother and I were in hiding because of something I said. A bounty hunter. And my brother already got killed and I fled here. I figured the Barrow is the most secure place, especially if people think there are draugr there.” I shrugged, and said to Ria, “I’ll meet you back in Whiterun. Gonna take a bath, and a nap, then head to the Reach. Tell me how it went in the morning.” I traveled back and noticed it was almost dawn. I took a nap, then got up to a dragon attack… Talos fucking Kynesgrove! I terminated it with extreme prejudice and didn’t bother preventing the Dragon Kill Orgy. Curious, I walked around and found it. Three women lined up in front of a lucky and attractive elf man I didn’t know. Abigail the random maid, Carlotta Valentia (didn’t realize how attractive she was) and Lynly! And Ria was perched on the man’s back as he fucked them all. I walked over behind Ria, “So, seems like everything went okay?” “She decided to come live here in Whiterun, with me!” “Sounds like love at first sight to me,” I said, now feeling a little bit better about the whole experience, “You keep her safe and everything will be okay. My work here is done, I guess.” I walked away, still listening to the moans as they played in the street. I flipped through my quest log for a few minutes over breakfast at the Bannered Mare. I did have that investigation about the Forsworn, but I figured I would save that for later. “Let’s see… Mudcrabs… Forgotten City… Kill a Bandit Leader… Retrieve a Drum for the Bard’s College…” I flipped hard towards the back and found something. “I wrote this down at least a year ago,” I read through it. Apparently, the East Empire Company is hiring people to kill Forsworn. Just, straight up kill them. Maybe this is adding to the general animosity between the Reach peoples. I thought back to all my interactions with the EE people, and none of them did I like. I remember I killed a bunch of them for a Thieves’ Guild job, killing one of their leaders in the process. And one time a random mercenary came to kill me from them, so, they’re on my shit-list. I shut the book with a loud slam. I’d always felt like the Forsworn got the short end. They may or may not be cannibals, or whatever. But technically so am I (as are all the Circle), so I guess we do have some common ground to start on. I got up and headed toward Riverwood, also not far from Whiterun, and found the agent of the EE there, Zenoby Iniatus. I threw on a random set of armor the Silver Hand were wearing, Dragonbone Armor. Don’t want to give my intentions away. She approached me immediately (I guess I have that adventurer look). “Hey you look capable. I need mercenaries to deal with some Forsworn that are living near a place we’ve set up shop. 250 gold a say. Interested?” She asked. “Sure,” I said. “East of the Old Hroldan Inn, at a place called Hanging Tree, meet with Shae there,” Zenoby nodded to me, and I left. I headed over to heavy overcast and found a bunch of mercenaries surrounding a group of Forsworn women. I approached the woman who seemed in charge, Shae. “Hey, I’m the person Zenoby hired. You Shae? What’s going on?” “Yes, I’m Shae. Why don’t you join us? We’re about to torment these fucking savages. We were sent here to kill them, so why not?” “You’re just…gonna torture them?” I asked. I already didn’t like this. “Yeah, and kill them. After all, it’s no fun to rape a corpse,” Shae chuckled, and the men in the group laughed with her. Then she said, “Get in line if you want some.” She turned around and shouted to the men, “Looks like we have one more for the fun!” “Rape, huh?” I sighed almost like a growl and pulled out my sword. Before I could step forward, one of the men shouted, “Wha~bam!” And I dropped to the ground. “Better watch yourself sister. That hot Redguard back there was about to stab you,” he said, “But I’ve got the best paralyze staff money can buy. Got this thing custom from the bounty hunters.” I was laying there, unable to move. “Thanks, Ariovistus!” She said. He stepped up to me and put his boot on my neck, “So looks like you don’t know how to follow orders. What kind of a mercenary are you? Some kind of coward? A forsworn spy?” “I’ll … have… no part of this you… son of a,” just as my voice was coming back, he slammed his gauntleted fist on my forehead, and everything went black. The East Empire Company went from nuisance straight to Hated in my mind. When I woke up, I was naked in a prison. I can’t really tell you the number of times this has happened to me now – three perhaps? I stood and a short (Nord? Breton? Forsworn?) pale girl with short dirty blond dreds was standing opposite me, fiddling with the door. “Hey, do you know where we are? Not any prison I’ve seen before… looks like the inside of a Fort. And who’re you?” I asked as I stood. “You’re finally awake…” She started, and I reached for my sword, but it wasn’t there. I sighed. “We’re in a prison. They tossed you in here a few hours ago,” she said, “They said something about raping us before sending our heads to Markarth. But you won’t need to worry about that.” “Why? Got a plan?” I asked. “No, because I’m going to rip your eyes from their sockets and feed them to you, murderer!” “Hold on, hold on. Whoa. What makes you think I’m anything like them? Standing up to them got me blind-sided and thrown in here. “Why should I trust you? Everybody treats us the same. Nords, Bretons, Elves. You’re just like all the rest. Burning our homes, destroying our land, hunting us down! Explain to me why I shouldn’t attack, right now.” “You seem to be low on friends right now. Not only do I hate the East Empire Company now, but I want to help the Forsworn. That’s why I came here. To stop their operation,” I explained. “Alright… maybe…” She seemed to calm down a little, “Fine. We’ll work together for now. Let’s see if we can find a way out of here before the guards come back. She turned to mess with the lock, “Oh yeah, I’m Katalia.” “Destana,” I said, “You know, I can open locks with magic. Even if I don’t have my lockpicks, I’m a mage too.” “Done!” She proclaimed, and the door swung open. “Oh wow,” I said, “Impressive.” “I can also open locks with magic,” she replied, “I’m a shaman (in training). We Forsworn can tap into primal magic. Old magic. Not that I think you know anything about that.” “No…” I said, “But I love learning new things.” “Only Forsworn can learn such things. To do otherwise is forbidden,” Katalia popped open the door quietly, “We worship at the sacred places, the powerful plant and animal spirits.” “Well, what if I wanted to join you? Call it an alliance.” “You want to join my tribe?” She asked, “Oh, but let’s get out of here first.” She walked over to the chest across the room and opened it. Our stuff! She slipped on a feathered, leathered forsworn armor and I slipped on my Zalisleather for now. She looked around for an exit while I dressed, then she rushed over to some boxes. “A piece of a sacred Menthir!” She cheered, “We’re lucky they brought this back here! Probably wanted to sell it.” “What is that?” I asked as I looked at the small rock with green lines tracing across it. “A sacred rock. We use them as teleport nodes,” she explained, “And I think… yes!” She grabbed my hands, and we vanished. Now, I could’ve teleported out of there earlier, but I wanted this girl to get out too. And course, now I could see where this was all going. We appeared by a much larger version of the rock, and a group of forsworn turned to us. “Katalia, you’re safe!” A man said. They turned to me, drawing their weapons. “Wait, she’s alright,” Katalia said, “She helped me get out.” The man nodded, “I am Gleba. Thank you for helping Katalia. But I need to know you’re on our side. Bring me two Markarth Guards’ shields.” We were just a stone’s throw away from Markarth now, and I raised an eyebrow. He probably wanted me to kill to guards, but he hadn’t said that. I walked up to the guards’ equipment station near the front of the city, “Hey, would you mind if I took two guard shields?” “Oh, hey, you’re the Dragonborn, aren’t you? Aren’t you getting married to Ulfric in a few days?” “Why yes I am,” I said, “Thank you for asking.” “So you’re going to be queen soon, aren’t you?” “Yes I am.” “Could you… could you give me an autograph? Not everybody appreciates all the stuff you’ve done in Skyrim, but I do! I’m your biggest fan! Even if you are a Redguard, I think you’ll make a wonderful queen.” I smiled, “Where do you want it?” He took off his helmet, and I signed in the crown, above where his head would rub on it. When he put his helm back on, I asked, “So could I have those shields?” “No deal,” he said, stonefaced. A few seconds later, he laughed. He handed me two. I returned to Gleba and now it was nighttime, “Here you go.” “Well, okay then. It’s a good start,” he replied, “Now a harder task!” “Katalia,” I whispered, “Will doing these jobs actually get me anything?” “Oh, he’s one of the chiefs. He can put in a good word with Armin, the high chief,” Katalia whispered back. “Next I need you to capture a Dibellan Sister,” Gleba said. “Okay. Why though?” I asked. “The Forsworn worship the old gods, not Dibella. And we have personal reasons to capture this woman. She kills Reachmen in secret. She travels around defiling our sacred trees and stones. Bring her to me. If you do that, I will present you to our leaders.” “Alright, be right back,” I casted Flight and flew off, finding a yellow-robed woman just a bit later, “Hey, are you a sister of Dibella?” I touched down. “Yes, child, I am Kalydi. What can I do for you? Would you like the goddesses’ blessing?” “Why, yes. I would. Would you mind coming with me? I also have some friends who have need of your talents,” I replied. She nodded, and I snatched her and flew back to Gleba, “Here you go.” “You work for these savages?” She exclaimed. “Yes, and now, I think, you work for them as well,” I said. “Very good. I think it’s time you meet our leaders,” Gleba said, “But I’m going to blindfold you both.” A while later the blindfolds were taken off us. “Armin. Hello. I bring to you this woman, who wants to be Forsworn, and the Dibellan bitch who’s been defiling our sites,” he turned a bit, “Katalia! I told you to go home!” “Sorry, I needed to report too,” she replied. “Aye, she did,” Armin said, scratching his chin. His face was mostly obscured by an elk mask, but he looked pretty tough. He continued, “So you’ve brought me a girl and a Dibellan slut. Gifts for the gods, perhaps?” “She helped me escape,” Katalia said, “She wants to be one of us. I think she is interested in our magic.” “And! She captured this Dibellan sister on my orders!” Gleba said. “Hmm… good work… you. Katalia, bring the Dibellan to your mother. She’ll know what to do,” Chief Armin replied, “Bring her too, but I need to talk to her first.” He turned to me, “Since Katalia and Gleba vouch for you, I’ll let you pass. Go see the girl’s mother. But don’t forget, we are very different people to you, and even to the Nords. You may not be able to stomach such things we do every day.” We walked back to the stone and Katalia casted another spell. In a flash, we were in a different place, with a different stone. “Where’d we go?” I asked. “This is our secret, hidden place. The Lost Valley. I transported us here,” she explained. “Oh gods!” The Dibellan priest yelled. “Oh, quit your whining,” I stared, but then I heard a bear roaring. I turned to see a Lost Valley Forsworn shaman summoning a fire cloak with his pet bear! “Wait!” Katalia shouted, but he wasn’t listening. He knocked over the priestess and immediately came for me in some form of bloodlust. Perhaps he was mad with some form of power or drug? The bear leapt on top of me and I shouted the first thing I could think of, in Thu’um. Unfortunately, it was not anything intelligible. The bear backed off, and seemed to be calmed. Did I just use Kyne’s Peace? At any rate, the bear wasn’t attacking, and now the shaman was attacking Katalia. The bear turned on him protecting Katalia. I took out my sword and dagger and impaled him when he turned his back to me. I looked over at the bear, my weapons still out. He sat down calmly. “What… did you do?” Katalia asked. “I think I used a shout? Maybe?” “That was no shout,” Priestess Kalydi said, “It did not thunder. What you did… was something else… But I don’t believe it was normal magic either.” “At any rate, the bear seems friendly,” Katalia petted him. “Why’d that dude attack us anyway?” I asked. “The tribe that calls themselves the Lost Valley Forsworn are fanatics. As if none of the rest of us who live here… the Sicambre, the Marses, and the others aren’t ‘Lost Valley’ people as well. They’re the ones who keep smashing themselves again and again against your gates. They’ll kill anyone who isn’t forsworn, regardless of the consequences.” “Well, I’d better become forsworn quickly then,” I replied. As we walked away, the bear followed me. Katalia smiled, “Up ahead is one of our most sacred places.” As we came in sight of it, I was in awe. A great tree, ringed in purple light. Several forsworn women without chest covers were standing around it, and one of them, gray haired, came over to us. “Mother,” Katalia said, “I want you to meet Destana. She helped me escape, and she wants to learn our ways.” A woman named Ethrane said, “Who is she? She looked interesting…” “Katalia. I’m glad you’re okay. They said everyone else died from your group. I feared the worst.” “Destana, this is my mother, Badycia,” Katalia said, then she turned back to her mom, “Armin and Gleba already tested her and allowed her to come here. Also, they brought you a gift.” She motioned to the priestess. “I see,” Badycia said, “If they vouch for her, then I’ll give her a chance.” “I’ll be in the Young Cave,” Katalia said, and walked away. “Greetings stranger,” Badycia said to me, “Thanks for saving my daughter.” “I don’t know that saved is the right word. She gives me too much credit,” I replied, “I came here because I’m interested in your people. I want to learn more. I feel like the Nords don’t give you the respect you deserve. Maybe someday we can reach peace.” “You, or anyone can become a Forsworn. We are of many peoples. I doubt very much the Nords or the Bretons want peace with us. But I will give you a chance to learn from us. First, the gods demand blood. We will sacrifice this priestess.” “No, please… have mercy,” Priestess Kalydi pleaded. “You’re guilty of defiling our sacred places and killing our people. Why shouldn’t we kill you?” Badycia started to scowl at the woman. “A wise man once told me… vengeance brings a cycle of destruction that leaves everyone dead,” I said, “It’s just like the Forsworn and other reach peoples. They kill you, you kill them. Over and over forever.” “Compassion for your foes is not a virtue, but a weakness. She would not do the same for us if our roles were reversed,” Badycia said. “This world is cruel but we can choose not to be,” I said. “The gods are cruel, and we are at war,” Badycia replied, then she scowled at me, “I did not allow you here to debate.” “I brought your daughter home safely,” I replied. “Alright. But she can’t go free. What would you ask of me?” Badycia asked. “How about instead of a swift death, many years of servitude? Bound to be more painful,” I asked, “This woman is part of the problem, so now let her help you. Whether she likes it or not.” “You bargain for her life with your own blood. I can grant you this, if you supply blood for my rituals,” Badycia replied. “Done. It’s pretty potent. Oh, and probably shouldn’t drink it or anything,” I said. She cut me on my leg and drained a bowl of blood. When she went to bandage me, the wound had already closed. I smirked at her. “This one has layers yet,” she put the bowl aside, “Now, you will choose which tribe you join. It’ll determine the style of sorcery you learn. Later, you will pick which path you take. Whether you wish to become a true shaman, a briarheart, or a hagraven in the end.” She continued, “As for the tribes, Marses use blood and flesh in their magic. Sicambres use plant and blood mixtures.” “Marses, I guess,” I said, acknowledging that I already ate a lot of human meat. She handed me a piece of human meat soaked in blood. “Enjoy the gift of the gods, sister.” I ate of it, and felt a little funny, but nothing major. And then she said, “That’s only the first step. You have three tests to perform before you can be a full shaman. If you’re good, you’ll be able to be one when my daughter does, at the next ritual. For now, rest. You’ve been out all night. And then go talk to Armin. I made you an initiate of the shamantic arts. He will initiate you into the tribe itself – if you have the mettle.” I nodded to her. Heady stuff. I went to the ‘Young’s Cave’ as they called it, my bear friend still following, and laid down in a small hut, sleeping naked. When I awoke, a couple forsworn were laying with me. “Shhh..” She said, “I see you already have a lot of ink on your body. Would you like to add one of ours to your collection?” I nodded, “Sure. Not the face though.” “I see. How about your left breast? I could do a spiral like the trail on a mountain. For the power of nature, a man surmounting it.” I shrugged, “Seems fine.” Her friend handed her the small needle and she grabbed my tit as the first woman started hammering the impressions in. “You’ll have to tell me all about these. What do they represent?” She asked as she worked. “Well…” I thought, “The axes on my stomach are from my time with the Stormcloaks. The tally marks were forcibly given to me by Bandits. The circle and star on my right leg is a magic symbol, I got because I’m a mage. The trail down my left side that goes form my shoulder down my leg is a dragon, I got because I am a dragonborn. The rose on my butt is from my first husband. He gave me that himself – the Sanguine Rose. The symbol on my back is my own design, a sign that symbolizes no matter what I become, I will overcome every obstacle. The roses on my right arm and back are really just garnish to round out the set.” “And now you have a symbol of the forsworn on your left breast, aligning you with the power of nature.” I blinked, “You’re done?” “Yes. Usually, my subjects squirm a little more. Especially something like a boob. I figured I’d mess it up. You’re a good subject,” the woman said. “Hey, um… this is going to sound weird, but I have a request.” “Hit me as hard as you can in the stomach. Just, punch me,” I said. “Okay,” her helper woman said, and slammed her fist into my gut. She pulled back her hand, flopping her wrist around in pain, “Ow!” “I barely felt that,” I said. Was it werewolfism, or WW plus being a dragonborn that was producing these strange results in my body? That shout from before, and now skin as hard as iron below the surface, but… I fondled my breast…. Still enjoyably soft. Hmm… New Mods Added:
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