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Hi there, I'm on SE (not AE). Sometimes I have a crash with this particular NPC, the Bandit Blueskull Tribesman. This is added by OBIS (Organized Bandits in Skyrim). None of the other, numerous bandit variants from OBIS caused a crash before. Today I had a serious case, because I could not load my 140+ hours save and neither any of the earlier ones. I got this: Is this some problem between SOS and OBIS? How can I check it? I also have this crash randomly while walking around. I think sometimes works though, I think I killed some of these guys, so it is not like going into the same cell and crash. I could load my game by moving OBIS related mods lower in the LO (OBIS Loot and compatibility patches), so it works now, but I'd like to fix this issue for good. Any suggestions?

View File OBIS SE - Fresh Women Patch I couldn't find a patch so I made one and thought I'd share. Fresh Women sorts itself after OBIS, then reverts a bunch of it's stat changes, inventory, etc. A bashed or merged patch doesn't fix this properly ime. Now your Fresh Women-ized bandits should have their correct OBIS stats, ranks, inventory, abilities, outfits...you get it. NPC weight changes were carried over from OBIS for variety. "Use opposite gender anims" was kept as per vanilla/Fresh women. OBIS removes this flag from all the female bandits. I think this is only for combat anims. They still use female gender idles in my game but let me know if it doesn't look good, I will update. This was made by hand in xedit. Please let me know if I missed anything. Obviously this requires (and your load order should be*): Organized Bandits In Skyrim SE Fresh Women this patch Enjoy! *they don't have to be right on top of each other as long as they are in order. Submitter freddycheeba Submitted 01/21/2021 Category Regular Mods Requires OBIS SE, Fresh Women Regular Edition Compatible No  

Hey, it's Destana again. The last entry caught me up with Runa, Fenrir and Damien. I did a lot of fighting and some sexual healing via the Sisterhood of Dibella. Damien and I met up with Fenrir and Valiana in Bruma after they'd been waiting there for a few days (and they fought off the siege a little bit). Point of order: I understand what Runa raved about when she said the Jerall View Inn was so good. Damien and I walked in on Fenrir preparing to soak. Apparently Sofia was sleeping in the airship. "So where's your friend?" Fenrir shook his head, "She said she'd be down in a few." We sat in the bath and Valiana walked in a few minutes later. She slid into the water... in her full armor. "Umm... hi. Are you Valiana?" I asked. "Yeah. Who're you?" She asked. "I'm Destana. These two's mom. Why don't you come sit down with us? Get more comfortable..." I said. "Nice to... meet you. You don't think it's unusual at all you're naked in front of your sons?" Valiana asked. "Not really. Nothing to be ashamed about. I breast fed them both until they were two," I said, "It's just a body, everybody's got one." She pursed her lips, "Huh..." Sensing she wasn't the type who liked to let her guard down, I left her alone as I went and sat with the boys. A moment later a naked and slightly on-edge Valiana joined us. "Hey Val, nice of you to join us," Fenrir said. "I know I saw you a couple days ago, but good to see you again," Damien said, "I do have something important to tell you, though." "What's that?" Valiana spat. "Well, I found your long lost daughter. She's the woman Fenrir came here to help out," Damien replied. "Who is it? Is it that Countess or Princess or whatever I've been hearing so much about? Rigmor?" Valiana asked. "No. Her name's Runa," Damien replied, "I have the records in my bag, back in the room." "Hmm," she folded her arms, "Not sure what I should say about it." "Eh, well, you didn't seem the sentimental type," Damien said, "Just thought I'd do something nice." "Speaking of nice..." I eyed Valiana, "You're really beefy." "Can't all be sticks," Val replied flatly. I smirked at her, "Might want to loosen up. No, I like beefy. Got some meat on your bones." "You like your new crown, don't you mom?" Fenrir asked. "Oh, yeah. I forgot I had it on," I said, straightening it, "Anyway, I suppose we could just chill here until Runa gets back or there's another attempt at a siege. Probably be another day or two. For now, I think I'm going to sleep a while. I always forget to sleep since I don't really have to. But it's a good way to pass time when you're bored. I guess I should also talk to Sigunn. I got up, and Damien followed. "So um, she's an interesting lady," Valiana said, "You said she's killed like 60 dragons? And that dragon-god?" "You don't know the half of it. I think she tries not to throw it in everybody's face, but she's a lot to live up to. She spearheaded the civil war, and did a lot of the legwork in the Skyrim-Thalmor War. She defeated the king of the vampires. She made peace with the Forsworn in Skyrim and put the King of the Reach in the Jarl's throne. I'd go on, but I don't think we have all day," Fenrir explained. Valiana blew some air out of her lungs, "Maybe if I keep hanging out with you guys I'll have a legend as big and meaty." Fenrir laughed, then Valiana returned a big hearty chuckle. "You may be right. From what the locals told me, Runa and Jura just recently fought a big existential threat to mortals. Even a small detachment of Thalmor got involved." "Thalmor? Ugh. I can't say I hate them as much as... well, I guess I don't like the Imperials or Stormcloaks. Present company accepted of course," Valiana smirked a little. It was rare for Fenrir to see the woman crack a smile and he enjoyed it. "Yeah, well. Times have changed a lot since Beorlin was one of the Stormcloak commanders. We always had people like Yngol and mom, but now a lot of the racist jerks have been pushed out. We're like a proper army, not just a rabble. I mean, look at me. I'm half-Redguard. There are a lot of Redguard and Imperial Stormcloaks. Same for Sialius' Legion in Exile," Fenrir explained. They smiled at each other, having completely moved past the awkwardness of seeing each others' naked bodies. Perhaps, that is what I intended. Somewhere between Sanguine's Debauchery and Dibella's Arts. "So what's the deal with that Legion anyway?" Valiana asked. "When the old Emperor was killed, also by my mom..." Fenrir started. Valiana blinked, "Talos's balls, man!" "Well it was the Elder Council's plot, and the Dark Brotherhood. Which Runa is the head of." Valiana scoffed, "You're awfully trusting, kid." Fenrir smiled, not sure what to think of this, "What can I say? I'm a sucker for pretty ladies." Valiana rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Continue your story." "Anyway, Ariel Sethius usurped the throne. They pretty much continued to bow to the Thalmor. General Sialius decided he had enough of rolling over and gathered his most faithful warriors into a new Legion and left Cyrodiil just as the Thalmor were moving to invade Skyrim. Of course, they were scattered at first. But a few individuals, one of them being Tyroni Calleius, urged Sialius to come and join forces with my mom and dad. Ulfric and Destana. Now that the war is over, this new Emperor business is boiling over. Sialius said he wants to stay in Skyrim with his Legion, but he came with mom and an army to help out with this siege. Of course, we'd already mostly handled them by then," Fenrir smiled. "Pretty proud of yourself, eh?" Valiana smirked again. Then she stood up. As she stood before Fenrir, he looked up, meeting her one good eye, rather than looking at her chest. "At least you're respectful, though," she said, then walked out. Fenrir sighed, sitting alone in the springs. "That didn't go well," I said to Damien as we both listened to their conversation from the Inn room via Clairvoyance spell. "Well, it's not as easy for everybody," Damien shrugged. "What can I say? I was raised in Gilane. Major shipping port in Hammerfell. We're exposed to different ideas from all over the world. I'm an open book because I read so many other people-books from all over the world even at a young age," I said, "At least, that's how I justify my nymphomania." Damien chuckled, "I want to say I don't need to hear about your sex-life. But I've known you long enough to know I'm never going to stop hearing about it if I continue to associate with you." From there, we waited a couple days and found out what Runa'd been up to, introduced her to her birth mother, and after a rocky start, They seemed to reach a level of understanding. I guess I can see the resemblance. Sofia became the Countess of Bruma. We all took a trip to the Imperial City (mostly, Runa and I both wanted to ride the airship). Runa, Fenrir and Valiana were planning to search for some Cyrodillic treasure, after dropping us off. Sofia came too, and we explained the situation and Jura just waved it off like, "Is everybody in agreement? Alright then, by Imperial decree I declare Sofia the Countess of Bruma." Runa grabbed Calleius and they went off to do something. Most the group definitely sidled up to her while they were talking to which she said, "Geez, everyone, give me some space!" Fenrir and Valiana left to take in sights of the city before they continued on. I proceeded to talk to Jura about his new position as Emperor of Cyrodiil. I tried to be official, wearing a crown and a dress, but I knew we were cut from the same cloth and formalities went out the window pretty quickly, much to the Chancellor's chagrin. "Your High Chancellor, he's no Ocato," I commented. "Yeah, but he's a very good administrator," Jura replied. "So you're onboard with the invasion still, right?" I asked. "Damn right I am!" Jura replied. "What do the Counts think? I've heard about all the maneuvering here. Think they'll just hear your plan and just say 'nah' and have you 'dealt with?" I asked. "I'd like to see them try," Jura said, and I smirked at him. He was definitely my father. He continued, "Whether they like it or not, there's a giant Sabertoothed Desert Tiger sitting on the throne now, and we're going to war. I can interest them with spoils, I guess. But also, there're a lot of people in Cyrodiil that are pissed with what Titus Mede did. I'm aiming to do all the things Mede and Sethius did right, while correcting where they went wrong. For example, I'm going to revive the idea of the Imperial Bank." "Ugh, sounds like a logistics nightmare. I may be a mage, but I don't like pedantic details," I replied. "It's actually quite interesting," Jura said, putting his mansplaining cap on, "If people can borrow money, they can afford to buy houses, build houses, start businesses. They can stick their neck out, and if they do well they can pay it back. The bank makes money, we have a new blacksmith, or whathaveyou. Positive sum, baby. Everybody wins. Also, banks can fund wars." I scratched my chin, "This idea has merit. Want me to talk to the Silver-Bloods and the East Empire Company?" "I already talked to EE. They're cold bastards, but they have the coin," Jura replied, "Consider opening a branch in Skyrim." "I'll talk to Thongvar about it," I said. From there we proceeded to talk about the specifics of the invasion, and I also told him all I'd learned of the layout of Alinor and Valenwood through my Arena forays. This took several days, and Jura's letters in regards to the White Gold Accord were sent with Damien's help - directly to the leaders of the nations. When we were ready, Damien and I flew Sofia back to Bruma, and we teleported back to Skyrim. "So what're you going to do?" I asked him. "Probably going to try and contact Solaire," he replied, "And of course, going to go see Bris and Sini." I raised an eyebrow, not wanting to pry. He really didn't seem very happy about that prospect. "When you go to Sky Haven, could you tell Inigo the good news?" I asked. "Of course." I thought to myself I wasn't sure what I wanted to do at the moment. But I was in Falkreath. Riften wasn't far. I took in a night flight to the Rift, wanting to feel the cool evening air instead of instantly moving to the place I was going. I visited the Thieves' Guild, and realized a lot of the old regulars were moving on, letting a new generation move in. And it made me a little sad. Delvin had long been a property owner, which gave me an idea. I decided I'd clear out my mailbox at Honeyside and put the house up for sale. Or rent. When I walked in, three ruffians were waiting for me. All Dunmer, all wearing inconspicuous leather armor. Without word, they attacked. But they were amateurs. I searched their bodies. Two of them were carrying notes with the official seal of a Morrowind house on them. "The afore-mentioned personage has been marked for honorable execution in accordance to the lawful tradition and practice of the Morag Tong guild," I read. The names, 'Destana Stormblade,' and 'The Nerevarine,' were on the two notes. "Huh," I said to myself. Their tracking skills were impeccable. Either that or this was the first place they checked. Guess they figured they'd get a two for one with this job. I thought for a minute and remembered Runa said the Morag Tong had been re-established before she left for Cyrodiil. But that was years ago in Morrowind and they'd supposedly been flattened by the Dark Brotherhood. Of course, the DB also supposedly been snuffed out but they were stronger than ever. But another question: was this a response to Jura's letters? Outright assassination attempts? Guess they're not onboard. I figured I should probably tell the Nerevarine. And since Iona was no longer here, but with the Blades now, I didn't have anybody I could just ask to clean it up. "I'll do this later," I said. I teleported to Highreach and told the Nerevarine that he might need to fend off more assassins soon. Then I talked to Thongvar Silver-Blood about the whole bank idea. With an eerie glow to his eyes, he said he'd be happy to spearhead starting up the operation. Since I was in the area, I decided I'd visit Solitude. I didn't really have a reason, other than I didn't want to go search for the Gray Cowl of Nocturnal yet. And as I was walking up to the Blue Palace I noticed one of the old buildings had had their outside wall knocked down and a gate had been mounted since a few days ago when I was last here. I opened the gate and realized they'd been doing renovations to the interior of the building for a while. "Dragonborn Gallery, eh?" I figured that was as good as an invitation to just walk right in and see what this was all about. Inside was a small hallway that opened up into what looked like a much larger museum. An altmer man inside walked over to me. "Excuse me, can I help you? The museum is currently closed until further notice," he said. I decided I wouldn't play any of my many fame cards just yet. I folded my arms, "So this is supposed to be a museum, opening soon? Is there something I can do to help?" Not really realizing who I was, perhaps new to the country, he said, "Well, you do look the adventuring sort... Perhaps you can. You see, we are in need of a vast array of relics to display here at the museum. I'm afraid the mercenaries and treasure hunters I've hired thus far have proven to be more trouble than they're worth. Perhaps I can give you a chance, however. If you can bring me a few artifacts I'm looking for, I'll pay you for them. If you prove successful, perhaps we can discuss some other opportunities I may have for you." "Sure. I was looking for a diversion," I said. "Excellent. Well, first and foremost I'd like to get my hand on one of the Sixth House Bell Hammers of the house of Dagoth. One was stolen recently by some bandits held up in Broken Helm Hollow. And there's Denstager's Ring, stolen from a local collector by the Silent Moon Bandits. It's likely still in their hideout west of Whiterun, if they haven't fenced it yet that is. And lastly a small shipment of Akaviri relics was on its way across Skyrim bound for Markarth. There was a Jade carving amongst them. The cargo men were summarily fired when we realized he sold some of the merchandise to some Forsworn." "Alright. Be back in a bit," I said. I teleported to Markarth first. I just flew to the nearby camp that the curator'd mentioned. I dropped down, walking right into the camp. "I'm warning you, back off!" One of them shouted. I'd been approaching from the back and noticed they weren't shouting at me. A stormcloak was approaching on his own, foolhardy, with weapons drawn. I was caught between two factions I was part of... but obviously this man was being an idiot. I walked into the tent and grabbed the jade statue. When I came back out, I realized the Stormcloak had killed one of the Forsworn, and one of the others'd killed him. I sighed. I was about to teleport to my next destination - a dick move to be sure, but I decided not to. Damien'd shown me the Resurrection spell at some point in time, which worked as long as the body was intact, and only if they'd died in the last few minutes (depending on the magicka you wanted to spend on it). I resurrected the Forsworn first. The tribe was very thankful and I flashed the Jade statue as I was flying off with the Stormcloak body over my shoulder, "I'll take this as payment!" About a mile down the road I set him down and cast Resurrection on him. I let out a deep sigh. That spell was tiring, took a ton of magicka. "But, wha... where am I?" "Hey!" I slapped him, "Listen before you do another stupid thing. Stop attacking the Forsworn. They're our allies now." "Who are you to tell me what to do?" He asked. "I'm your queen, idiot. I've given you the gift of your life back. Don't squander it!" The Stormcloak blinked, "I can't believe it... I've always wanted to study magery, but I never got the chance. My brush with death has opened my eyes. Thank you!" I was already in the middle of casting teleport, to Whiterun this time. I simply flew to the gates of the city, and hovered for a minute. They'd really added a lot right outside the city recently. New homes, new farms, windmills. It reminded me of South Riften. So I flew to the Silent Moons Camp. {Destana Doing Treasure Hunting 1} I was happy to be by myself against hordes of objectively bad and not skilled enemies for once. I took to stealth. Moving from target to target, I slew the blond woman enjoying a water break in the first room, then slit the throat of an Argonian door guard in the second room. Then a shirtless man in the third room, looting a chest as I went. The hallway had an archer, and I heard the sound of an explosion in the nearby room. I took out my bow and shot him, waited for him to go for help, opening the door, then slashed him across the back. I grabbed the ring. Easy. But hearing sounds of people talking, I looked around, paranoid for a moment. Finally, when I exited, I opened the back entrance and found a gryphon flying overhead. I'd never seen a gryphon before (more of a High Rock, Hammerfell, Elswyer and Summerset thing). So I was compelled to see it closer. But as it landed I realized it was attacking a herd of red cattle and mammoths, who were with no giants. Wondering if my beast call would work, I ran up behind it as it was fighting and called, "KAKE!" And it didn't affect the Gryphon, but the aurochs and mammoths all flocked to my aid. As soon as it landed, about 100 feet away, they were on it. I lended a hand in killing it with my bow, but it was mostly the mammoth. Just as I was assessing the wounds of the peaceful creatures, throwing heals on them, the rest of the bandits attacked us. Probably returning from a hunt, or a mugging. The cattle and I fought them off handily, but when I was done I noticed a calf was dead. So I resurrected it. Got to remember this power when times are tough later on. From there I teleported to Riften after releasing the creatures from my service. {Destana Doing Treasure Hunting 2} I exited the gate and flew east up to the hidden cliff entrance of the bandits, Broken Helm Hollow. Finding an Imp outside, I stealthed past him. I continued in with stealth again, finding crude rattle traps that I walked around. In the main cave I found a large group of slavers and a captive wench. So, I guess, second objective. Even though the slave trade is mostly underground these days, these guys really never quit. I knew this was going to be a bit of a harder fight. And I was right. I shot the first one in the shoulder, but he came for me anyway. Then the whole group charged, instantly ready with swords and buff spells. I pegged a few with arrows before backing out to the passageway again. I hesitated, thinking such a large group would be prime targets for Elemental Bolts. But then I smiled, readying Black WInter. As they came around the corner a couple slashed me, but it wasn't enough to stop the long wind-up time. I blasted them to bloody ice shards. Still, three more had hanged back (the smart ones) so I reengaged with by bow, as not to risk hitting the wench in the corner with blasts. I traded a few arrow shots with their arrows and spells, then I used the pillar for cover to ambush them with my melee weapons. I actually had a bit of trouble with these guys - the cream of the bandit crop, even having to heal myself. With them all dead, I raided their treasure room and got the artifact. Then I freed the wench. Overall, a close one. But nothing I couldn't handle. "Help me!" She shouted. "Grab on. You're safe now," I replied, then teleported to Riften, where I handed her over to Shaed, the bard. I waved to Mjoll, then teleported back to Solitude to turn in all the artifacts. "Phenomenal!" He said, "Very impressive. You're certainly more than a mere treasure hunter. I am in need of a full partner of sorts. A person of your caliber who can dedicate themselves to uncovering more lost artifacts and relics on their own, while I continue my research efforts." He went on to describe a partnership where they give me a finder's fee, I let them hold on to artifacts. But you know me, long-winded people bore me. He also gave me a tour of the museum, as it stood. AT the end of his spiel I found myself in a different hall. "So, got anything else for me to find, right now?" I asked. "Oh yes, I have in fact been researching the location of an artifact of interest. If you have the time you could investigate it. I'll mark the location on your map," he replied. When I looked down I realized he'd marked Wolfskull Cave. I shrugged. It wasn't that far from Solitude, so I flew. When I landed, I found Vigilents of Stendarr finishing off a group of Volkihar Vampires. Eager to stop them, I stuck my nose into the fight. They took me as one of the vampires (which... I am a vampire, I guess) and turned on me to attack. {Destana Doing Treasure Hunting 3} These guys... were not the cream of the crop. I terminated them with extreme prejudice, taking their healthy supply of potions and gold. Inside, there didn't seem to be a soul, but I remembered the back exit was in the first room, so I just used my amazing jumping skills and skipped the entire damn dungeon. Emerging in the underground city, I found... the same swirling purple light I'd found last time I was here! Another group was trying to summon a great, ancient evil here! I snuck up to the drawbridge and looked at the distance. Not even my jumping could bridge that gap. Though I might've gambled with Whirlwind Sprint, I decided I would just fly. The cultists were wrapped in their ritual, so I floated over. But they saw me when I plugged the ritual master with an arrow, so I jumped down the stairs of the tower and found a Draugr Scourge there, shouting at me. I pursed my lips, "Good idea!" I turned and stepped back to the top of the stairs to all the mages throwing up their armor buffs and blasted at least four off the top of the tower with, "FUS - RO - DAH!" They were most certainly paste on the structures below. The ritual master resisted, but was still staggered, and I laid into him. Him and his one necromancer didn't pose much of a threat. I grabbed the book off the altar, fought off the annoying Draugr Scourge as he finally came up the stairs, then looted the ritual master for the artifact. A Bloodworm Helm, originally held by Mannimarco. Realizing dozens of draugr were now waking up below, I said, "Fuck this," and teleported back to Solitude, my job done. What a day. It was starting to get dark outside. I made a stop in the Blue Palace and told Falk I'd taken care of a dangerous group of cultists in Wolf Skull Cave again. You know, the usual. The curator was nowhere to be found. I decided I would offload some of my random artifacts, though I had no intention of cleaning out my bag, that was full of years worth of priceless things. I threw the three Elder Scrolls in my possession in the gallery. After all, what could go wrong just displaying them there for everybody to see? I walked around looking for the man for a solid while. Eventually I decided to wait until morning. I teleported to Highreach, had a break for a few hours, then teleported back in the morning, handing him the helm. I knew Damien would want to see it, so I made a mental note to tell him about it when I saw him next. With it getting late, I decided I would head back to Highreach for the night. When I teleported in, Thongvar was waiting for me. "Your highness, I've got the banking system figured out after talking with the EE and the Empire. And what do you know, people are excited about being able to buy and build new property. You might notice a lot of new 'For Sale' signs all over the place, because people think they can actually sell their property now." "That's cool," I said, noncommittally, "You did that pretty fast." "I can definitely move coin. One of my specialties," Thongvar smiled. I went to sleep to stave off my need for blood, though I did also drink one in the morning. Figured I'd be okay for at least a few days. I headed back to Solitude that morning, but the curator didn't have any leads for me, so I took a stroll. I did find a lot of new deeds. The Winking Skeever was on sale for 100k! Some people's houses were on sale too. And wait... hold on! I had almost passed Thongvar's house, but there was a for sale sign. And not the 'you buy the house you live in the house' kind. The 'you buy the house the tenant pays rent kind.' Turns out mister rich guy didn't own his own house. The Jarl did. I walked right up to Elisif and threw down a sack with 15,000 gold in it, "I want to buy Erikur's house." Elisif shrugged, "Sure. Hand the coins to Falk." I turned to him, and he was wearing a nice new blue tunic. "Looking good, Falk," I handed him the coin. I walked back to the sign, ripped down the notice and wrote my own. Weekly rent: 1100 gold. I cackled with glee. I walked back into the Blue Palace. Erikur was just walking out as I was walking in. "Hey, guess what?" "What do you want?" He barked. "You're never going to guess what I just bought," I smiled. "I've had just about all I'm willing to take from you. What is it?" He asked, even more angrily. "I just bought your house from the Jarl. Your rent is 1100 gold, due weekly," I smiled. "But... but my family..." He growled. But he knew he couldn't do anything. I turned to the dais and waved at Falk. A Stormcloak guard, thinking I was waving at him said, "Dragonborn... it is my honor to stand before you. Whatever you need, just say the word." I smiled at the guy, then said to Erikur, "You could learn a thing or two from this guy." Then I turned back to the guard, "I don't need anything, buddy. You're doing a great job." Having had enough fun with the joke, I decided I would get serious and actually buy some real estate that could make me money. I checked my bag, "About 220K. And I have 100 more tucked away at home. That's enough to buy a few things." I shrugged, maybe thinking one of the mines that'd been taken over by bandits would be a good place to start. There was a big old one north of Riften: Echo Deep Mine. I teleported to Riften and as I was walking out of town I found a group of bandits attacking the guards, which I helped. These bandits seemed pretty organized and tough. They managed to kill one guard, though I bit the bullet and resurrected him. "Where do you think their base is nowadays? Now that we hold most the forts," I said. "Probably Echo Deep Mine. They say it's rich with resources, and deep," the guard replied. So I flew to Echo Deep. I entered with the utmost stealth, but I found there was a HUGE number of bandits patrolling the entryway. At this rate there was no way for them to not see me, so I blasted them with Unrelenting Force and laid into the first. A mage in the back blasted me with fireballs and I knew this was going to be a tough battle. Outside, their sheer numbers and power overwhelmed me. I figured out who'd they been looking for: a Minotaur interloper. I thought they were extinct, but perhaps not. Once their focus was on me, they forgot about him. I was brought down by two mages focus firing me (literally). I'm strong, but I'm not invincible. I was able to kill a few, but there were a lot more. Destana Gets Destroyed by Bandits.mp4 Stripping off my clothes, they piled on, doing what they wanted. This seemed to be the nerve center for all the bandits of the region, maybe of Skyrim, because these guys were well trained. Once they started having their way with me, the Minotaur seemed to side with them, and my eyes grew wide when I wondered if he wanted a piece. The bandits thought they were being rough. They thought I was going to be destroyed by this treatment as they took turns on me. They didn't know me. I'd had worse. My body glowed red as they touched every inch of my body, as they forced their way into my orifices. When they'd all finished, they dropped me on the ground, and one of them clobbered me on the back of the head. I wasn't conscious for the next part, but I could feel their energy pouring into me, killing them and filling me with life and knowledge. I woke up what seemed like hours later. All their bodies were gone, and I was fully dressed. I blinked and surveyed the scene around me. Did the minotaur kill the woman (who would've been alone), then take all their bodies off to where he lived? Did minotaur eat humans? It was worth figuring out. I found a bear cub hanging out with a saddled but not tied-up horse (probably belonging to the bandits). I took a deep breath and let it out. I actually felt stronger, like I'd rested all night in only a couple hours. But I didn't like how I got there. And there was no 'For Sale' sign or anything, but that was to be expected. Maybe I needed to kill everything in this mine. In the most painful way possible. Just to be safe. I walked back into the mine, finding some of the guards had already been replaced now. As I snuck up behind the first guard he said something like, "Going to retire someday, buy myself a farm." I slashed him across the body, killing him instantly. {Destana Explores Echo Deep Mine} This time as I pushed forward I was very careful, killing from stealth. No way I was going to engage such a huge group again. I went on terminating them with extreme prejudice. Beheading, blasting, nothing was off the table. And I found they had their own command structure: spymasters, chiefs, mages, warriors, etc. And they were even using paper money! Which I stole, of course. When I got to their Bandit Chief, he fought me alone using a quarterstaff. And he was very tough. When I checked the chest behind him it had several piece worth thousands of septims, some extremely rare spells, a very nice greatsword, a pair of Vampire boots... I looked at them, "Talos fucking shit!" They had 9 enchantments on them, each an extremely high amount. I did some mental calculations and figured, "These are worth like 180K by themselves." They were worth so much I doubt I could even find somebody to sell them to. I continued on and found a Dwemer Ruin, but when I reached the bottom, there were a bunch of destroyed Dwarven Centurions and I found nothing else I could do. So I looted everything I could and left. I found no way to buy the mine, so I just teleported back to Riften. I High Alchemy'd a lot of the stuff I had (including all the paper money), but then I also asked the fences if they could find a buyer for these boots I'd found. They pretty much all had the reaction I did - abject shock. "I don't care if you get full price from it. 50k, maybe?" I asked. I knew if I used High Alchemy on the boots they'd give me like 100 gold, for the base price of the boots. But these things were made by an enchanting master of a bygone era. What I don't understand was why the bandits weren't using them?! Tonilia said she might be able to get a buyer. But I'd probably see them again. To which I countered, "Well, then we're going to be selling them again!" She laughed. I figured it was time to get serious and go to the next step of the Cowl. I stopped in at Warmaiden's and the Bannered Mare in Whiterun and bought them. Also, Radiant Raiment in Solitude. Then I looked at how much gold I had left. "OOF," a little part of me died inside, until I realized I needed to High Alchemy all the old crap that was lying around, which put me at about 14K. Which was enough to survive. I stopped at the Winking Skeever and took all the 'kill bandit leader' 'kill monster' ads on the Notice Boards outside. Then I scooted off to Falkreath to find the entrance for the Grey Cowl expedition. I flew into the mountains. There was a fairly easy two lever operation which involved a lot of doors that opened two gates in my way, but I also could've just flown over the gate, I guess. I pulled the levers and walked inside to find a bust of the Grey Fox in a long passage. I touched it, and the eyes glowed, lighting up a pillar of purple light on a raised dais before me.

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!

Hey, I was wrong. Very wrong. I remember now. This Skooma ring was supposed to just be a few bandits, with some gamblers and randos. But Cragslane Cavern also had an equal amount of Mistwatch members. Oh yeah, it's me, Destana. So I killed the guard at the door with arrows. Not much trouble. I snuck into the cavern proper, standing on a wooden ramp with cover and plugged a woman with two arrows, killing her. I looked down and saw probably a dozen guys drawing their weapons. For reference, this was before I mastered stealth. I was good, but not that good. And as they came up the ramp, I could tell there were more than I imagined. Probably twenty. I took a couple swings at the guy in front and RAN. Outside I strafed around things, using my crossbow to not get surrounded. This battle ultimately ended up back in the cave, where I thought I might lose them. To my surprise, not all the bandits had followed me outside and I was now pinned between two groups. I threw up my hands and surrendered. As I had already killed four of their number, they were out for blood. They had their way with me. When they were done, I collapsed in a heap. I knew there would be a second group (maybe a third?) So I stood and dealt death to two more of them and slipped back into my brotherhood clothes. I ran outside again. We went through the same song and dance, the others wanting a piece and me running and strafing. Unluckily for me, the last two got the drop on me after I'd killed nearly all the others, and they got their turn with me. But, bandits don't tend to be very smart. I wondered later if they intended on sticking me in a cage and using me later. But I did the same to them. Throats were slit when they got off. The Dark Brotherhood training wasn't a waste of time after all. I reconsidered my general 'doing things alone' that day. As even a random bandit hold can decimate me, I guess. Thankfully, I avoided death again. That's the day I got the Tally Marks on my stomach. I decided that in the future I would look into bringing companions to dungeons. I washed off and continued north. My body'd taken punishment, but I was used to it at this point. I reached Snow Veil Sanctum and Mercer was waiting for me. This was a start for companions, and I ventured in with him. The first few rooms were weak draugr. The pathways had stronger ones, including one that shouted foreign words and sent Mercer flying. (I couldn't help but laugh at him as I finished the thing off). But... Fus ro dah? What does that mean? What language is that? We trekked further in and between the two of us we felled scores of draugr and ghosts. I found another rune wall... word wall? Our word of the day: Zun. Same thing happened with the weird light. Not sure what it all means. Mercer was playing catchup at the time but I doubt he would've seen it even if he was closeby. Eventually we reached a puzzle door, which Mercer was able to disarm. Then I stepped through the doorway and got shot and paralyzed. So it turns out Mercer killed the last guildmaster. Karliah escaped, and then Mercer stabbed me. So I guess, not all companions are worthwhile. I woke up, grasping for my body to check for wounds. Karliah had saved me from dying and it seemed I was okay. Any wounds had been healed while I slept. I pulled out a red bottle and drank it. A pregnancy test. It was sweet. Everything was okay. I would need to reconsider who I would trust from now on. "So what's the deal here? Trying to take down Mercer?" I asked as I got up. "I paralyzed you to save your life. It was meant for him, but I never got a clear shot at him. I think he brought you on purpose as a human shield." "How can I help expose him?" I growled. I was out for blood now. "I have Mercer's journal. It's in Snow Elf though, you'll have to get it translated." "I wonder where somebody who knows that could be," I mused. "The College of Winterhold. Enthir," Karliah responded. "Excellent. I'm a student there. I was on my way back after this anyway," I said. Speaking of which, I looked up at the sky, "Crap. It's almost dawn. I need to go." I took the journal and called my horse, "I'll talk to Enthir." I set down my things in the college and rode to Saarthal. You may ask why I went to such lengths to make it here on time. I would say it's because I've never been a part of any structured organization in my life and it was nice to have goals. Mercer thought I was dead, so he wouldn't be looking for me. When I got to Saarthal the class was waiting for me in the snowstorm. It's always storming here. We went inside. I sighed. Hopefully this would be a quiet class without any sort of weirdness or combat. Of course, when is that ever a thing? "How was your weekend?" J'zargo asked as we walked. "Oh, you know. The usual stuff. Raided like three tombs. Became a Thane of Riften. Joined the Dark Brotherhood." "Wait, wha.." "Shh!" Onmund said, "Tolfdir is talking! Class started." Tolfdir handed out jobs to people. I was told to help one of the researchers. Weak draugr immediately attacked and we made short work of them. I picked up artifacts and was trapped in a room when I took an amulet off the wall, and the wall opened up when I casted Frostbite at it (I've learned a few more basic spells). Curious, Tolfdir and I ventured further in. An image appeared to me of someone from the Psijic Order. Tolfdir couldn't see. It said that a chain of events had been set in motion and I would need to deal with it. Gods, I am such a weirdness magnet. I described it to Tolfdir, who told me who the Psijics are. Or were, since they hadn't been seen in a hundred years. We decided to venture forward a bit and explore the tomb. While we did, Tolfdir helped me train in Alteration and taught me a couple more useful basic spells. Alteration really is the most convenient school what with spells like Slowfall, Solve, Lock and Unlock. Two draugrs leapt out of nearby tombs as we walked and I blasted with Frost while Tolfdir did Flames. After a few seconds I thought, 'To hell with it' and stabbed the remaining one with my dagger. I'd need a lot more practice to equal my fighting skills with magic. Next room, four draugr popped out. Tolfdir made a show of buffing himself, but they were weak and all four were dead by my bow before Tolfdir even engaged. "My word, you're pretty good with that thing," he commented, "Sure you're a mage?" "Novice mage, master thief. I have many talents," I said, continuing forward. "I'd like to stay here and have a closer look at this area. You go on ahead," he said, "You seem to be capable of taking care of yourself." I pursed my lips. Alright. Here we go again. I hadn't even slept and I had done three dungeon crawls in the last 24 hours. Though the bandit/skooma cave could be described as a "dungeon crawls on top of you." I went through the next couple rooms, stealth killing draugr with my sword and bow. You know, I think this is near when I was crossing a threshhold in which my stealth skills were so good people would start to lose sight of me if they didn't keep their eyes on me constantly. It certainly worked on weak draugr. More weak draugr, meet headshot. I'll tell you something I did learn that helped, though. I summoned a familiar to distract and divide as I picked them off. I found a puzzle room, which was just playing matching, then another weird door puzzle. Two lightning runes were obviously on the floor in front of me. I sighed. Though I'd trained in the art of not setting off pressure plates, I really needed to learn dispel magic. I activated one - healed myself, activated another - healed myself. Then the nord puzzle. Easy. Were these considered hard back in those days? I stepped forward and two draugr were around the corner. "High time I caught up with you!" Tolfdir shouted as he came up behind me as I snuck at them. Fortunately, he set off the pressure plate that peppered them with darts. I gave them an arrow each to put them down for good. Last room, a giant glowing orb and an angry, invincible draugr. Tolfdir thought fast and shot lightning at the orb, disabling the shield around the draugr. I took him down with sword and shield. After the fight, the power of the ruin washed over the both of us. I felt the draw, and so did he. So the old man and I took our clothes off, and he showed me some tricks using telekinesis and holding me up while he slid me onto him. This old man still has a few tricks. Afterward, he asked me to go tell the Archmage about the orb. Alright. I found another word wall. Liz. I really need to figure out what these things are. A treasure chest with gold and a nice Scale Helm. I ran back to the college. First, to talk to Enthir, then to the Archmage. Well, Enthir was at the tavern. He sent me to Calcelmo in Markarth. The Archmage is going to go look at the orb and asked that I do research. I do like books, but I figured there are more pressing things to do. It seems like classes are not in session for the time being until they deal with this orb thing. Instead of going straight to my destination I took care of a few side jobs: 1. Headed to the west to Dawnstar and kill Beitild. I talked to her and told her I could relieve her stress. Led her behind the inn and gave her a little bit of heaven, then killed her. 2. Headed to the south past Windhelm to Anga's Mill to kill Ennodius. At this point, it was just after midnight. I happened upon him sleeping so I just stabbed him. Easier. I think being gangraped again may have led to me wanting to stab a few people with extreme prejudice, with less remorse than before. And if other people want these guys dead, all the better. 3. Headed more south to Iverstead to kill the beggar Narfi. I merely used stealth and killed him (it was early morning now). I wouldn't have used a sex kill for this - he looks pretty dirty. Return to DB Sanctuary and get more contracts. I walked down the stairs to find everybody congregated in the Sanctuary around a box. And a strange jester. She's very cute. I turned in contracts and picked up my first big job from Astrid, in Markarth! If there's one thing I like, it's quest efficiency. Don't bother me to go to a place until I have at least two things to do there. As I exit the Brotherhood Sanctuary, I consider my plans. It's almost time that I contributed to the civil war for real. I have a plan in mind to keep me safe in battle: to gather an army of followers. But first, on to Markarth to talk to Calcelmo about the Falmer language and implicate Mercer and talk to a Dark Brotherhood contract. New Mods