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My Followers Pack 6 - Standalone Followers - SE View File Sixth follower pack released! The esp file is flagged as ESL. I hope you enjoy this one too. I'll be waiting for your feedback! Thank you for all the support! I hope you're all staying safe ❤️ INSTALLATION: This file will redirect you to the LE file. Download and install it with any mod manager. From there, you can choose your Skyrim version (Legendary or Special). Read Chloe's story here. Read Christine's story here. Read Eliria's story here. >> Check the outfits list here << Followers: Chloe, Christine, Eliria, Libra and Thalyssa. Level: 10 and will level up with the player. Marriageable: Yes. They wear the following clothes/armor: Chloe → Dwemer armor. Christine → Fine clothes. Eliria → Tavern clothes. Libra → Vampire armor. Thalyssa → Hide armor. I've personally tested this mod in both LE and SE versions. Both work fine on my end. If you find any problem/bug, please report it to me (screenshots may be of help). Chloe - Wandering around Mixwater Mill. Christine - Outside Helgen (follow the road to escape from Helgen). You will spot a little camping settlement. Eliria - Outside the Temple of Dibella, Markarth. Libra - Outside Sleeping Giant Inn, Riverwood. Thalyssa - Hunter's Campsite, Lake Ilinalta. A skeleton that supports the body physics (SE or LE). HDT-SMP (SE) / HDT (LE). Body - Bodyslide Studio - SE / LE Skin - Fair Skin - SE / LE Brows - Enhanced Brows - SE / LE Eyes - The Eyes of Beauty - SE / LE Hair - KS Hairdo's - SE / LE ENB - Rudy ENB - SE / LE Submitter Anuketh Submitted 02/17/2021 Category Adult Mods Requires Read description Regular Edition Compatible Yes
Hi there, it's Destana again. I feel like the spotlight will be mine for a little while. We've been fighting an ongoing war with the Thalmor, who seek to conquer Skyrim. Cyrodiil is in turmoil, and a sizeable portion of the Imperial Legion are taking refuge here. But they're also helping us in the war. General Sialius is here, helping direct the fight. So far we lost Riften, Falkreath, Morthal, Markarth and Helgen (and all associated forts). Things were looking pretty bad and I was captured for a while. But now I'm back, and we won the Battle at Whiterun! I headed over to Kynesgrove on my way back to Windhelm to bother the Stormcloaks refusing to fight because the Imperials are involved (from Captain Vinicia Matius). Of course, Serana came with me (because she's pretty worried about me now). I approached a man chopping wood, wearing Stormcloak armor with the pelt in the back. "Hail friend! What brings you here? Have you come to join our cause?" "What is your cause?" I asked. "Loyalty. We're the only true Stormcloaks left in Skyrim. The rest have welcomed those Imperial milk drinkers back into our lands. We don't need their help to fight these elves. So what do you say friend, are you with me?" "No," I replied, "I'm here to convince you to stop this." He replied, "After everything you did for the cause, you're going to go crawling back to those Imperial dogs?" "We're barely winning even with the Imperials!" "Hah! You really have gone soft. What kind of help could those pathetic saps possibly offer us true sons and daughters of Skyrim? They told me you were some sort of fearless warrior, yet here you are doing the bidding of those cowards. If you ask me, it's them we should be fighting." I looked down at my skin, being a Redguard. "Don't be stupid," I said. "Watch your mouth. Say we do help them, what happens if we win? There'll be Imperial soldiers all over Skyrim, it'll be the civil war all over again. Balfhe letting them in is a crime in itself." "We trust them. Besides, the Empire itself has already fallen apart. These are the remnants of the old Empire. The new one is far more untrustworthy. They're more likely to ask for our aid than try and conquer us," I replied. "Well, that's touching. But the feeling isn't mutual. What's the advantage to be had here?" "We just don't have the numbers, man," I replied, "Hey! If they fight, less of us need to die." "You... have a point there. I suppose they need to be taught by true warriors as well," he said. I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I'll go to Windhelm. But if they betray us, it'll be on your head," he continued. We also went back to Windhelm and contacted Balfhe. "You up for another job?" He asked. "Eh, sure," I said. "Might not want to overdo it," Serana said. "Hey, Partysnax said I should push through to get better," I said, "He's an ancient immortal dragon. Probably knows a thing or two." Serana shook her head, "Fine. What's the job Balfhe?" "We want you to rescue some prisoners for us. You know the reputation the Thalmor have for dealing with their prisoners. As if we don't have enough problems, we don't want the man losing morale. Lead the attack. I'll send some men to the Fort to support you. Fort Sungard." I nodded, then I gathered Fenrir and Runa. Then I approached Agrippina. She seemed more nervous than last time. "Uh... hi. You're Fenrir's mother right? Now I know you're the Dragonqueen... I mean Dragonborn," she said. "Hey, I see you cut your hair. It looks cute," I played with one of my flyaways, "I'm overdue." "Go easy on her, Des," Serana smirked. "I am! Hey, do you wanna come with us on a rescue mission?" I asked. Agrippina smiled nervously, "Sure." Then I turned to Legate Calleius, standing on the other side of the hall, "Want to come with?" "Of course, ma'am!" He said back. Fenrir sidled up to me, whispering, "What, are you just messing with the people interested in us now?" Runa raised an eyebrow, looking at Calleius, and he gave her an innocent shrug and a smile. "Maybe I'm testing their resolve. You should trust your mother," I said. "What about Damien? Does he a get a free pass?" Fenrir folded his arms. "Damien's not here," I replied, "C'mon. It's a simple rescue mission. C'mon Serana! Triple date... of murder!" Serana couldn't help but chuckle. "C'mon everybody! We're saving people!" I teleported us to Rorikstead (Damien taught me all the minor towns too, I just don't get to use the that much). We approached a bunch of men crouching by a rock just a stone's throw from the fort and I knew it must be them. Dang Stormcloaks never were good at stealth. "Hey, Stormblade." "Hey Astien," I replied. "The way I see it, we have two options. We can bust in there, or you can sneak in and release the prisoners and we attack as the prison break is happening." I cracked my knuckles, "Been a while since I got a good stealth mission in." Serana looked at me with a bit of worry in her eyes. "With the battle and the travel, nightfall is only in an hour or so. I'm going to wait for the cover of darkness," I said. I waited. In the meantime, we saw something unusual: a centaur. I must admit I'd never seen one before. He was wearing Imperial Legion armor. Then, a dragon attacked and we fought him a safe distance away from the fort. Just a few renegades from Paarthurnax's rule, I guess. Ok. Night time. I snuck around the corner and jumped onto a ruined part of the wall. I hopped up and climbed to the highest point, using the vantage to get a few good shots. I watched the patrols for a minute, then I started picking them off with arrows one-by-one. The soldiers jumped the gun and rushed in after I'd only gotten a few, but we didn't lose anyone. We made our way inside without alerting the fort in general and we kept our distance, raining arrows on every guard we saw. "You're pretty good with magic, Agrippina," I nodded to her as she picked off a guard by lodging a huge frost shard in his chest. She smiled with my approval. "Seems like we lost Calleius," I said. "He went to the dungeon to free the prisoners," Runa replied. "Mission focused, I like that," I said. We scoured the last of the fort and found no more Thalmor, then found the prisoners rushing past in their armor with Legate Calleius in tow. As a group we went out and told Astien it was all clear. "Good work. You should report back to Windhelm," he slapped me on the back, "We'll secure the fort and refortify. This baby's ours now." I teleported us back to Windhelm again, "Good first foray." It was morning and I was sure people were tired, so I let them go. Unfortunately, when we stepped in to inform Balfhe, he said, "Good work, but no time for congratulations. We're striking while the iron is hot. Damien's ready and he's about to send a force from Solitude for a surprise attack on Markarth. Then he's teleporting here and sending another force from here." "I been waiting for this!" Madanach stood up from the table, "The Forsworn reinforcements are camped south of Markarth. Just need to add some Stormcloaks to them." "Hell yeah! Time to get our city back," Borkul said. "Excellent," I said, "Runa, . Go with the group." Serana raised an eyebrow, "What are you going to do?" "Well, you're not going to like this. But I have an idea," I replied. "What kind of idea?" Serana asked. "Well, I still have the ability to teleport into the city. And Invisibilty." "Maybe... I should come with you?" Serana asked. "I'm a lot stealthier than you are," I said. "Can you..." Serana had this slightly angry look on her face, "Look, I understand and agree with your logic. But that doesn't mean I'm happy about it!" I grabbed Serana and kissed her. Then I teleported to Markarth by myself. "What a godsdamned badass," Balfhe said. "Don't encourage her!" Serana shouted. I materialized on the upper ring of the city, immediately noticing citizens fighting against the Thalmor guards. I kept to the shadows and made my way to the front gates, hopping down as I went. I could not tell you why, but there was a naked woman leading the charge in the city. I threw on Invis and walked out the front gates. I refreshed Invis and snuck up to the switches, throwing them both. I looked down the murder holes and it was clear we were sweeping into the stables area like a force of nature. We were using the same blitzkrieg tactics they'd been using with the added sauce of my stealth. I backstabbed an archer, then I slit another one's throat on the northern balcony. I made my way to the southern balcony, finding three ranged attackers. "FUS - RO - DAH!" I sent them all flying to the ground. For a minute I sniped with the Nerevarine's Bow, then when they started to notice me, I pelted them with Elemental Blasts to mess up their ranks. It was about then that the Thalmor decided I was a HUGE threat and started sending all the forces they could up to the balconies, but it was too late for them. I gave them an Unrelenting Force to stagger them down the ramp just as Fenrir and Runa had the path between the balconies (the main gate) with scores of Imperials, Stormcloaks and Forsworn at their back and they were ripping through the remaining Thalmor. I added to the assault peppering them with arrows. After the fight we met up with Borkul, Madanach and Serana and had a feast with the army in Understone Keep. There was no rain today, so somebody was going to have to wipe up all this blood. We teleported back to Windhelm and when I found Damien, I slapped him on the back, "That worked beautifully!" He chuckled, "Excellent!" "Damien, what the hell is on your head?" I asked. "What?" He felt his forehead. Then he said, "Ah, it appears I've developed horns now. Perfect." I blinked, "Maybe we should talk about these changes you're going through. Is this natural? I don't really have a lot of experience with half-daedra." "I dunno," Damien shrugged, "Dad said the eyes weren't a big deal." "So we have the Reach?" Balfhe interrupted. "We blew them out," Fenrir said. "Gave them a taste of their own medicine!" Runa said. I turned to Serana, "So, do I have your approval to handle myself again?" "Eh... maybe," she grabbed me, "Just be careful." General Sialius folded his arms, "If you're done, I have something to discuss with you lot." We walked into the map room, and Ulfric was waiting there as well. "What you got for us?" I asked. "Let me ask you a question. Do you know what happened to Hammerfell at the end of the Great War?" "They left the Empire. They got the Dominion to stalemate," I replied. "That's right," Sialius said, "They believed the Empire abandoned them when we recalled all of our legions to the Imperial City for the Battle of the Red Ring. They refused to accept the terms of the White-Gold Concordant. You can hardly blame them. Since then, the Reguards have been very tight on their exports to the Empire. They're very reluctant to engage in political matters, something about them not being comfortable negotiating with 'Thalmor Puppets.' A bit dramatic if you ask me. Though they're not totally wrong. Especially about the Bandit King who refuses to even render aid. Makes my blood boil." "So what's the plan?" I folded my arms. He continued, "Anyway. I've managed to secure a meeting with some diplomats from Hammerfell. Very prominent figures in Redguard leadership. We're going to meet with them and discuss what we can do about this Dominion threat, together. We're going to meet in Understone Keep, since they refuse to travel any further in Thalmor-occupied, war-torn lands. Could you escort them? The threat of a Dominion ambush is too great." "Sounds like a good plan. I'll go along with it," I said, "Though they might think we're pandering, since I myself am a Redguard." "Yes, but everyone knows you. Sending one of Skyrim's greatest warriors to protect and escort them, that can't hurt. And I assumed you'd want to be at the talks." "Of course. You coming, Ulfric?" I asked. "You're more the foreign policy type," he replied, "But yes, I'll see you there." I grabbed Fenrir and Runa (more to calm Serana, but also to give me some backup). I teleported us to a Forsworn site near the border, and ported right on top of a camp of red orc/ogre looking creatures. They attacked us and we fought them off. More otherworldly creatures? They'd certainly taken a liking to dwemer gear. I later learned they were called Bolguns. Just over the next ridge we saw a group of Redguards fighting Dawnguard - for some reason. Have they gone completely mad? While we were running over a group of Thalmor ambushed them. But they had half a dozen Alik'r and what looked like a heavily armored bodyguard. We made short work of them. "You there! Do you lead this group? Thanks for your help. Could you point us in the direction of the city of Markarth? I fear we've gotten quite lost," one of the diplomats said. "Actually, we've come to escort you to the city," I replied. "You have? Who are you? Who sent you?" "General Destana Stormblade. These are Fenrir and Runa. I was sent by General Sialius," I said, going with that title among many for today. "Ah, I've heard about you. Been giving the Dominion quite a bit of trouble. Though I didn't realize you were a Redguard. I imagined a blond-haired Nord man." Huh, wonder if this is how the Nerevarine feels? "So Sialius sent the best to escort us. I'm flattered. I have the honor to be Kalort and my companion here is Jartod. Behind us is General Jura. We brought him because we're diplomats, not warriors. I trust you know the way to Markarth?" "Of course. It's just north of here." "See?" Kalort said to Jartod, "Not southeast. If we listened to your directions, we'd be halfway to Elswyer by now." Jartod grumbled, then he said, "So tell me, why did Sialius send you? He has plenty of men. Why waste the best walking us to Markarth?" "The General thought it would be a kind gesture. Can't be too careful here these days," Fenrir spoke up. "Maybe he thinks flattery will win us over in these talks. I'm afraid we're not that easy," Kalort said. The kids walked ahead with the group, and as their general walked over the hill I narrowed my eyes at him. He stopped and returned the same stare at me. I looked up him up and down - he was as tall as Fenrir, broad and strong. He was old with white dredlocks and beard clad in a mix of plate and dragonbone. His eyes were gray, nearly white, with one of them long since slashed through. He had an Imperial Dragon Tower shield on his back, carrying several weapons to supplement it's use, with a bow, a greatsword, a greataxe and a onehanded sword. "What you looking at?" He asked. "Well, first of all not so much as a hello. But, you seem very familiar." "I'm not much for talks such as these. I'm here to make sure what you're asking is feasible. Not much else," he replied. We started to walk side-by-side at the rear guard of the group. The Alik'r and my kids were doing all the heavy lifting of mowing down creatures at the front. "Not much call for platemail in the desert of Hammerfell," I said. "Not much call for bare-chestedness in the bracing cold of Skyrim," he said back. I raised an eyebrow. This guy was a smartass, just like me. "General Jura you said your name was?" I asked, "Quite an arsenal you have there." "Yeah, well. When you've been fighting wars as long as I have you pick up quite a few skills. Magic. Bows. Two-handers, one-handers. Doesn't matter. I enjoy a challenge. I like new experiences." I frowned, nodding in agreement, "I understand the sentiment." We didn't say anything else on the trip, him being a man of few words without being poked for information. When we got to Markarth I went and got Jarl Madanach while the others assembled in the map room. "I figured I'd wear something more formal to this meeting," he said. "That is a great idea," I said back. I changed into a casual wine-colored dress and my silver crown, to look more official, then I walked in last. "My, my," General Sialius said, "You clean up well. I don't think I've ever seen you without being covered in a thick layer of mud and gore." "S'hup," I said, "That was my field gear. I have to look the part sometimes." "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, let's begin. Please, sit," Madanach said. Jartod started, "We don't want to remain here any longer than we need to." "Were you attacked?" Sialius asked. "Indeed," Kalort said, "I assume you seek Hammerfell's aid with this war of yours?" "War of ours? If I may say so I believe this war encompasses us all," General Sialius said. "Really?" I don't see any Dominion soldiers in Hammerfell," Jartod said. "Right, but we're here now. What do you propose?" Kalort asked. "I was thinking we could discuss terms mutually. There's no reason we both can't come away from this meeting happy," Sialius said. "Make your proposal," General Jura folded his arms. "What kind of aid would you be willing to give?" Sialius asked. "I'm all ears," Madanach said. "Depends on what we receive in return. This is your war. Us helping would only strain our relationship with the Dominion," Kalort said, "Word has it the Emperor has gone into hiding and the Elder Council are either all missing, dead or captured." Hiding. Right. "The Legion's Army is scattered and broken," Kalort continued, "Simple first term. When the war is over, so long as the Empire survives, it will begin trading openly with Hammerfell again. Your borders will be open to Hammerfell citizens. But we remain not a part of the empire. We don't pay taxes to you, we don't supply men to you, we don't answer to you or the Emperor." "What do you think?" Sialius turned to me. "Seems reasonable," I said, "I mean, I would vote for the same deal between Skyrim and the Empire." "Ugh, you're breaking my balls," Sialius said to me, then he turned back to them, "Alright. I accept." "Excellent," Kalort said. "Anything else?" Sialius asked. "Well," Jartod said, "If you want aid, the money has to come from somewhere." "You want gold?" I asked. "After all this business with the war is over of course. It only seems fair to me," Jartod replied. "How much?" Sialius asked. "I was thinking about 800,000 gold," Jartod replied. "800,000? Have you lost your damn mind? Do you plan on giving each of your men gold plated armor or something?" Sialius asked. "Think of it as a commission," Jartod said. "How about half that?" I asked. Sialius shook his head slowly, but seemed to think it was much better than 800K, "Alright. We are prepared to pay you 400,000." "I suppose that will suffice," Jartod replied. Kalort said, "So what would you have of us specifically?" "Whatever aid you can supply. The more, the better," Sialius replied, "Soldiers, supplies. But I had something much more drastic in mind. You could declare war on the Aldmeri Dominion." "Wha- have you gone totally insane Sialius? You would have us declare war on them?" Jartod asked angrily. Kalort added, "That is utter madness." Sialius retorted, "Think about it. The Dominion are taking this war one province at a time. It may be that they can't take two at once." Kalort looked at me, "You should speak some sense into your General. We signed a peace treaty with the Dominion. The Second Treaty of Stros M'Kai works both ways. How do you think the Dominion would respond to us breaking it?" "Well, they signed the White-Gold Concorat, which is a nonaggression pact. They don't seem to give a damn about it these days," I replied. "I suppose you're right. Conquering Skyrim breaks that agreement. They do whatever they want, regardless of the treaty," Kalort said. "Do you honestly think you're safe from the Dominion?" Sialius asked. "In the last war you defended one border. But if they win here, they'll move on to High Rock," I said, "Then you'll have all your borders exposed." Jartod turned to Kalort, "I think they're right." Kalort said, "We're prepared to declare war on the Dominion. Let us discuss the logistics of supplies and men." They both turned to Jura as he put his gauntleted hands on their shoulders and looked at us. He said, "We will aid you." "Very well. The Empire will open its borders to trade and citizens of Hammerfell. And we'll pay 400,000 Septims after the war is done," General Sialius said. As the diplomats and their men filed out, Sialius said to me, "With Hammerfell fighting them at the same time the Dominion's forces will be more strained." I raised an eyebrow, "So who's actually footing the bill here? Pretty sure the new Emperor isn't just going to throw money at saving Skyrim. Especially since we're independent now." "One problem at a time," Sialius smiled, "Maybe if we just tell him it's the cost of free trade." "Maybe if you ask me, I can give the Empire a loan from my personal coffers," I chuckled. At the base of the stairs, General Jura was waiting for me and I let the others pass as he cast his withering glance at me. "What you looking at?" I asked. "So you're a Queen, huh?" "Yep," I replied. "I think you're lying to us," he said flatly. "What makes you say that?" I asked. "You may have fooled the diplomats, but I'm not so easy. I know there's a 'new' Empire. I get around. They're so wrapped up in their own affairs I bet they don't give a shit about what's going on in Skyrim," he folded his arms, "All the same, I'm willing to not tell those pencil-pushers what's really going on. I'm willing to help you fight your war." "Why's that?" I asked. "Call it intuition. I don't know much about you, but you and yours have a certain warrior's spirit about you. I've heard legends about how nords are the strongest, toughest sumbitches around. Mostly what I see is - what's the term up here? 'Milk drinkers?' I can respect a warrior queen, though. Also, seems like something really changed their minds up here about how strong Redguards, Dunmer, and others can be. It's not just Skyrim belongs to the Nords anymore. Had to have been a Redguard Queen that did it. I do respect a strong-willed woman. Or anyone that fights on their own terms. Also, I don't particularly like the Thalmor. I fought in the Great War until Hammerfell's stalemate. Anyway, what I'm saying is, I'll be back. With an army," he turned, walking out, "Just don't fight all the best battles before I get back."
(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.”
Hi, it's me, Destana. Last time I did some work for the Riften Jarl, the Thieves' Guild and the Dark Brotherhood, attended a class at Winterhold, and then I was on my way to Markarth. And what do you know, when I arrived in Markarth, it was being attacked by Lost Valley Forsworn, with a Mammoth and Giant. I jumped in, managing to take a couple down with my bow and sneaking into the guard tower to continue my onslaught of arrows. Really, the guards kept them busy while I killed everything (though it took probably 50 arrows for the giant and mammoth, and a few potions because of archers getting wise and firing back). I walked up to the gate to find all the Markarth gate guards piled in a charred heap. Guess they'll need to hire more. Had I been to Markarth before at this point? I don't think so. First impressions are crucial. I walked in and witnessed a murder not five seconds after I thought I was safe within the city walls. The murderer yelled something about the forsworn. So, I guess I'll put it on my list to find out about these forsworn guys. A guy handed me a note and assured me he had no idea what was going on but the note said to meet him later. But I had more important things to do. The Silver Blood Inn was right in front of me so I went and talked to the DB contact first - Muiri. She wanted me to kill a guy in an old dwarven ruin. He used her. Her body also. That's a murder I can get behind. And bonus, she wants me to kill a woman in Windhelm as well. I'm sure I'll be back there eventually. "I will be done," I said, meaning, 'I'll get to it when I get to it.' (EDIT): I totally forgot about this, but I walked into a house while I was there and Molag Bal contacted me. A Bro of Stendarr was there with me. Apparantly Molag Bro told him that it was him or me. Before he could even finish drawing his weapon, he was stabbed. I went to the basement and found Molag Bal's statue, who spoke to me. He asked me to find a priest and destroy him. Which... I nodded my head, and to this day have still not done. I did, however, find three Daedra at the entrance to the house on my way out. And... wondering if they all measured up to Sanguine, I enticed them and got them to show me. If you know what I mean. They don't, by the way. (/EDIT) Next, I went to see Calcelmo, into the dwarven ruins that served as a hold for the Jarl. As soon as I entered, a robed man and a nord were having a disagreement. Apparently the inner dwemer ruins are locked. I approached him, feeling like I was going to be drawn into the ruins here eventually anyway, "What's wrong?" "People have been showing up with bite marks when coming out of the Hall of the Dead. You look like an adventurer, want to take a look?" "Geez, you barely know me and you're offering me the keys? Sure," I said, taking the keys. I continued through a passage to Calcelmo. "What do you want?" He didn't even look up from his notes. "I'd like to buy some spell tomes," I said. "Magic, always magic. Never history!" He seemed unusually angry. "Well, I am curious about history too. I've been told you're an expert on the Falmer language," I said. "Yes, yes I am," he said. "Could I see your texts?" "You're crazy. It's my life's work," he said. "Surely I could pay you for your time," I replied. "Being a scholar, money isn't my highest priority," he sneered. "..." I waited a few seconds, thinking I should formally train my speechcraft, "I'll give you a blowjob." The old man looked at me with a little disgust, then he smirked, "It's been years. I guess I could let you into my lab." So I did. I'm good at using my mouth to convince people, one way or another. He handed me the keys to his lab, then I said, "How about the ruins proper? I'd like to explore. I'm kind of a dungeon connoisseur." "Hmm... if you deal with a nasty giant spider, then sure," he said, handing me another key. I went to kill the spider first, judging it to be a quicker task. And, indeed, I sliced through a few small monstrous spiders with my sword and killed the big boy with my bow before he got to me. After the spider was a journal with a corpse, detailing an expedition that'd been lost, I presumed. Urgh! The breadcrumbs! I wrote that down in my quest log and continued in further. Once inside, I had my first encounter with the Falmer. Disgusting creatures. Because I was completely silent and now getting very good with the bow, I made short work of most the targets I came across, though a Chaurus Reaper was a little tougher. I gathered journals of the other expedition members and turned on the defenses of the area, at which point I was attacked by a very strong golden dwemer ghost who summoned a large centurion. Sensing I was beyond my depth, I hopped down to a previous door and ran out between the remaining falmer fighting the now awakened dwemer defense systems. I then ventured into the museum, ready to have this over with. A guard tried to stop me, but I showed him the key. While I was walking away I remember him saying, "This is Markarth, traveler, safest city in the Reach." I almost burst out laughing. I nearly got killed twice just trying to get in the doors. I passed some guards and books about dwemer, then tried to open the doors to the lab. The key I had didn't open, so I used my own key. Easy lockpick. I walked in further to find more armed guards, but not the hold variety. Looked like freelancers. They immediately drew weapons on me. "Help! Intruder!" The woman in heavy armor shouted, coming at me with sword and shield. "I'm here for Calcelmo!" I shouted, but she wasn't hearing it. I used my shield to knock her sword out of the way and gave her a few good slashes, sending her down. A man behind her followed up, getting the same treatment. I took keys and gold from their bodies. Strange. I went up some stairs and found two more guards looking at some mechanism. Not chancing it this time, I put the left guard down with an arrow to the back of the neck. The right guard hadn't even reacted before he got the same treatment. I continued on and a third walked toward the scene of gore. I jumped out from behind him and slit his throat. Wondering if I was going overboard, I walked up to another guard a few rooms later sitting in a chair. He immediately drew weapons on me and attacked, so I killed him too. Another joined the battle and I put him down, then a third, who'd been firing arrows into the room. I shot her in the leg and finished the job with my sword as I closed the distance. Who were these guys? And for that matter, why were they so weak? They seemed like amateurs. The next room I snuck in quickly before anybody saw me and slit a guy's throat. A wizard sitting at a table and more guards drew so I booked it out of the room. When the first guard turned the corner he got an arrow to the face, an arrow to the knee, a shield to the side of the head, then a blade to the chest. The second guard (single file, I guess) got an arrow between the eyes and died instantly. I peeked into the next room to find the wizard aiming spells at me. "Why are you attacking me? I'm just trying to find something and I'll go!" But he kept shooting. I buried an arrow in his chest, which nearly immediately killed him. Guess I didn't know my own strength. Then he started to run. I stepped into the room and aimed the last arrow in his back. Were these guys trying to rob Calcelmo or something? I mean, that's not to say I wasn't taking the stray valuables as I trekked through. I shrugged. I've killed people for less. I continued in to Calcelmo's Tower. Before me, a balcony. I jumped up onto the balcony to find the slab I'd been looking for. But I didn't have anything to record the data. I ventured through the balcony's door and found come charcoal and paper to take a rubbing. I did the deed and found a few more of the mysterious guards approaching. My first thought was just to kill them. But I realized I could just shut the door behind me, cast Lock, wait for them to pass by the balcony and just slip out unnoticed. One of them stayed to guard the door and I aimed my bow at his head. But then he also walked into the room. I slipped out. Seeing that it was night and feeling the sleep deprivation hit me, I told Calcelmo about the spider and gave him the journals. I played at the Silver-Blood Inn and slept until noon the next day. But honestly, who sleeps on stone beds? Terrible. I was talking with the innkeeper about rumors and he said Helgen'd been attacked and destroyed, and bandits had taken residence there. An entry for later. On the way to Windhelm, I stopped at Raldbthar and killed Muiri's target. Hardly worth a mention - a group of bandits and some random dwemer constructs (found myself a Bandit Skull Shield), then to Windhelm where her secondary target was. I walked in and talked to her, offering her comfort in the form of sex. The thing about Windhelm is there aren't a lot of private places, but I was able to do the deed in an alley and stash the body out of sight. Then I continued to go north to Enthir and Karliah with that rubbing from earlier. He asked how I got the rubbing, to which I told him I blew the old man. And he asked for one too. Sigh, whatever. Spread debauchery. After he translated the text we found Mercer had desecrated something called the Twilight Sepulcher. Karliah gave me a Nightingale Blade and told me to meet her at the guild so we could explain what was happening. I figured I would get those books the Archmage wanted while I was here. The Librarian said the books were gone, taken by a mage to a place called Fellglow Keep. Wait! I already killed everything there a few weeks ago. Smiling, I decided I would take a detour and just collect the things on the way to Riften. I slept in my college bed before going. Good thing I have a horse, I'm doing a lot of traveling. ...Or not! I showed up at Fellglow Keep to find a group of wizards having moved in. This was bound to happen after an area is cleared out. What's more as I drew near voices came from behind me. A bunch of thugs who'd been hired to hunt me down! First thing I did was run off into the open plains so the wizards didn't follow, then have a long drawn-out fight with the thugs (stronger by far than anything I'd been fighting recently). After downing two of them, one of the mages started shooting at the last thug. I was confused by this, but maybe the mages weren't immediately hostile to me. When the thug was down, the mage nodded to me calmly, then readied a spell. I sighed, drawing bow and dealing the last hit to him. I ventured inside, ready for more of the same. I killed the first bandit by shooing him between the eyes, killing his pet spiders in short order and the bandit mage sitting at a table easily. I went into a hallway to find a Goblin Shaman and an Apprentice Fire Mage fighting. The Goblin kept eying me as I was sneaking behind the mage, like he knew I was going to kill whoever won. He was right, of course. But the mage stepped on a dart trap and killed himself, so it saved me the work. The next room held a jail with vampire fleglings and I threw all the levers, letting them all out. They rushed past me and wreaked havok on the mages in the next room, both sides decimating each other. Maybe I hadn't cleared this area. Lots going on here. I went into the next room that had dead vampires splayed out on tables. Forget books - I was interested in what was going on here. Next room was filled with dead goblins and mages. Then after that, pyromancers testing fire spells on vampires in cages, which, I killed the mages. Another jail room, with the mage who stole the books. I let him out, but he couldn't tell me where the books were, only with the Caller. Right. Just another person for me to kill. "Want me to follow you around and help you find them?" He asked. "You should get to safety," I replied, not really in the mood to talk to anyone. "You're sure you don't need my help?" He asked. "If you don't get out of my face I might kill you myself," I replied. "I hope the caller turns you inside out," he replied. I growled, took out my sword and swung it at him in immediate rage and took his head off. Whoops!! I clenched my teeth. I may have reacted a little bit overboard. I was just mad and trying to scare him. I sheathed it and said to myself, "Yeah... those bandits are unbelievable. Why would they behead him...?" I stepped into a crypt, making short work of skeletons and necromancers, keeping my search going. Finally, I reached the Caller, who told me she would let me leave even after I'd killed her men, but would not give me the books. Wrong answer. I drew my bow and she started summoning, and she was dead before her lackeys came in to help her. They followed soon after. Gods, I am on a roll. From there I headed to Riften to the Ragged Flagon. Karliah and I showed the guild the proof that Mercer is a scumbag, and they checked the vault. Everything was gone. So they tasked me with getting in to Mercer's house in Riften. I leapt over the gate and instead of reasoning with Vald I opted for the stabbing him to death - the same method I used with all of Mercer's guards (which, do these people just wait here all the time and just draw a paycheck? He never comes here). I got the plans, a mountain of gems and somehow all his traps are super sensitive as I was not able to bypass them. I found he had a secret path back to the Flagon, which I used to get back there. Karliah told us to meet at the Twilight Sepulcher, which seems like a good thing for doing immediately. Blessing of Nocturnal, here I come. Maybe it was her that was looking after me during my early days. I went over to the Shadow Stone and we dealt with a couple random necromancers before Karliah led us into the Sepulcher. We took the oath. Now I'm a Nightingale, whatever that really means. So my next mission is to kill Mercer and get the Skeleton Key. "We had a long discussion before you arrived," Brynjolf started as he came down from his pedestal, "Somebody needs to take Mercer's place as guild leader." "Okay," I said, "That's obvious." "Because of you we were able to root out this cancer in the guild. We think you should replace Mercer." I raised an eyebrow as high as I could, "I've been in the guild three, maybe three and a half months. Why don't you do it? You're the obvious choice." "I've been at this a long time. I might even be one of the best. But I don't want to lead. Never desired it, never cared for it. Don't want it. Once we establish the foothold we need and we do this one big job, you're it." "Alright. I guess," I said, "I mean, I am the boots on the ground. I am like 70% of the guild's income." Brynjolf laughed, "That's the spirit. Mercer is in Irkngthand. We'll meet you there." I walked back to Riften and to the Jarl's palace. "I sorted out that Skooma den," I told her. "You're a boon to this city. Like Mjoll, you've done service to the members of this community. I'd like to offer you the title of Thane. Honeyside is available for purchase if you'd like it." I turned to the steward to make the arrangements. I handed her a huge sack of gold and said, "Please, add a children's bedroom. Do I get my own housecarl?" "Her name's Iona." "She sounds lovely," I replied, headed to sleep in my new home. It would take the Nightingales a couple days to get to that ruin I still can't pronounce. In the mean time, I decided it was time to raise that army!