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desert [XMAS GIFT] The Pointy Outlander (Standalone Follower)
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First of all, this follower has been released as a special gift before the holidays. I love all the feedback I received from Julie, so here's my second gift from me to you. This time without followers requirements. Anuketh is the heroine of my second chapter: The Pointy Outlander. Since I tend a lot to resetting my PC, I lost her original preset. I tried to recreate her as good as I could, even I think I've improved her face. You can see her in the screenshots below. You can support me by joining The Journey. You can also follow this blog to get the most recent updates from my followers. Basics: A compatible skeleton is required for the HDT physics to work (for example XP32 Maximum Skeleton). ENB - Old World (Snapdragon Prime) Skin - Leyenda Skin Body - UUNP from BodySlide Hair - KS Hairdo's Poses - Halo's Poser Mod -
My Followers Pack 5 - Standalone Followers - LE / SE View File This mod has been officially released. I hope you enjoy this fifth merged pack. Thank you for all the support! I hope you're all staying safe ❤️ Read Helia's story here. Read Isabella's story here. Read Leah's story here. Read Oasis' story here. Followers: Helia, Isabella, Leah, Linn and Oasis. Level: 10 and will level up with the player. Marriageable: Yes. They wear the following clothes/armor: Helia → Companion's armor / Dawnbreaker Isabella → Fine clothes / Steel sword Leah → Archmage robes / 2x Ebony daggers Linn → Elven armor / 2x Elven daggers Oasis → Tavern clothes / 2x Scimitars 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). Helia - Outside Kilkreath's Temple, Solitude. Isabella - East Empire Company Docks, Solitude. Leah - Wandering around Shor's Stone. Linn - Sky Haven Temple. Oasis - Sleeping Giant Inn, Riverwood. A skeleton that supports the body physics (SE or LE). HDT-SMP (SE) / HDT (LE). Body - Bodyslide Studio/3BA - SE / LE Skin - Leyenda 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 09/19/2020 Category Companions Requires Read description Special Edition Compatible Yes
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This mod has been officially released. I hope you enjoy this fifth merged pack. Thank you for all the support! I hope you're all staying safe ❤️ Read Helia's story here. Read Isabella's story here. Read Leah's story here. Read Oasis' story here. Followers: Helia, Isabella, Leah, Linn and Oasis. Level: 10 and will level up with the player. Marriageable: Yes. They wear the following clothes/armor: Helia → Companion's armor / Dawnbreaker Isabella → Fine clothes / Steel sword Leah → Archmage robes / 2x Ebony daggers Linn → Elven armor / 2x Elven daggers Oasis → Tavern clothes / 2x Scimitars 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). Helia - Outside Kilkreath's Temple, Solitude. Isabella - East Empire Company Docks, Solitude. Leah - Wandering around Shor's Stone. Linn - Sky Haven Temple. Oasis - Sleeping Giant Inn, Riverwood. A skeleton that supports the body physics (SE or LE). HDT-SMP (SE) / HDT (LE). Body - Bodyslide Studio/3BA - SE / LE Skin - Leyenda 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
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Version 1.0
1,775 downloads
This mod has been officially released. I hope you enjoy this fifth merged pack. Thank you for all the support! I hope you're all staying safe ❤️ Read Helia's story here. Read Isabella's story here. Read Leah's story here. Read Oasis' story here. Followers: Helia, Isabella, Leah, Linn and Oasis. Level: 10 and will level up with the player. Marriageable: Yes. They wear the following clothes/armor: Helia → Companion's armor / Dawnbreaker Isabella → Fine clothes / Steel sword Leah → Archmage robes / 2x Ebony daggers Linn → Elven armor / 2x Elven daggers Oasis → Tavern clothes / 2x Scimitars 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). Helia - Outside Kilkreath's Temple, Solitude. Isabella - East Empire Company Docks, Solitude. Leah - Wandering around Shor's Stone. Linn - Sky Haven Temple. Oasis - Sleeping Giant Inn, Riverwood. A skeleton that supports the body physics (SE or LE). HDT-SMP (SE) / HDT (LE). Body - Bodyslide Studio/3BA - SE / LE Skin - Leyenda 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 -
My Followers Pack 4 - Standalone Followers - LE / SE View File This mod has been officially released. I hope you enjoy this fourth merged pack. Thank you for all the support! I hope you're all staying safe ❤️ Read Adasha's story here. Read Iliss' story here. Read Juliet's story here. Read Miane's story here. Read Vivi's story here. Followers: Adasha, Iliss, Juliet, Miane and Vivi. Level: 10 and will level up with the player. Marriageable: Yes. Adasha and Miane carry two scimitars, Juliet carries a steel dagger, Iliss carries two daedric daggers and Vivi carries the Dawnbreaker. They wear the following clothes/armor: Adasha & Miane → Redguard outfit. Iliss → Dark Brotherhood armor. Juliet → Jarl outfit. Vivi → Psijic robes. 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). Adasha - The Sea Squall, Dawnstar. Iliss - Outside Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary, Falkreath. Juliet - Blue Palace, Solitude. Miane - Outside Jarl's Longhouse, Falkreath. Vivi - The Bee and Barb, Riften. A skeleton that supports the body physics (SE or LE). HDT-SMP (SE) / HDT (LE). Body - Bodyslide Studio/3BA - SE / LE Skin - Leyenda 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 08/20/2020 Category Companions Requires Read description Special Edition Compatible Yes
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This mod has been officially released. I hope you enjoy this fourth merged pack. Thank you for all the support! I hope you're all staying safe ❤️ Read Adasha's story here. Read Iliss' story here. Read Juliet's story here. Read Miane's story here. Read Vivi's story here. Followers: Adasha, Iliss, Juliet, Miane and Vivi. Level: 10 and will level up with the player. Marriageable: Yes. Adasha and Miane carry two scimitars, Juliet carries a steel dagger, Iliss carries two daedric daggers and Vivi carries the Dawnbreaker. They wear the following clothes/armor: Adasha & Miane → Redguard outfit. Iliss → Dark Brotherhood armor. Juliet → Jarl outfit. Vivi → Psijic robes. 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). Adasha - The Sea Squall, Dawnstar. Iliss - Outside Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary, Falkreath. Juliet - Blue Palace, Solitude. Miane - Outside Jarl's Longhouse, Falkreath. Vivi - The Bee and Barb, Riften. A skeleton that supports the body physics (SE or LE). HDT-SMP (SE) / HDT (LE). Body - Bodyslide Studio/3BA - SE / LE Skin - Leyenda 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
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Version 1.0
1,990 downloads
This mod has been officially released. I hope you enjoy this fourth merged pack. Thank you for all the support! I hope you're all staying safe ❤️ Read Adasha's story here. Read Iliss' story here. Read Juliet's story here. Read Miane's story here. Read Vivi's story here. Followers: Adasha, Iliss, Juliet, Miane and Vivi. Level: 10 and will level up with the player. Marriageable: Yes. Adasha and Miane carry two scimitars, Juliet carries a steel dagger, Iliss carries two daedric daggers and Vivi carries the Dawnbreaker. They wear the following clothes/armor: Adasha & Miane → Redguard outfit. Iliss → Dark Brotherhood armor. Juliet → Jarl outfit. Vivi → Psijic robes. 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). Adasha - The Sea Squall, Dawnstar. Iliss - Outside Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary, Falkreath. Juliet - Blue Palace, Solitude. Miane - Outside Jarl's Longhouse, Falkreath. Vivi - The Bee and Barb, Riften. A skeleton that supports the body physics (SE or LE). HDT-SMP (SE) / HDT (LE). Body - Bodyslide Studio/3BA - SE / LE Skin - Leyenda 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 -
Adasha was sold to a rich merchant in the hot lands of Zakeh, but escaped. She began to dance in the streets and sometimes, men would spend money for extra services. With a little bag of coins, she made her way to Skyrim, sailing through the seas in a merchant ship. Now she is trying to make a new life and you can be part of it. Thank you for all the support! I hope you're staying safe at home ❤️ Read Adasha's story here. Name: Adasha Hair: Black. Level: 10 and will level up with the player. Marriageable: Yes. She carries a scimitar and wears prisoner clothes. Adasha has been exclusively made for LE and SE. Without ports of any type. I've personally tested Adasha 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). The Sea Squall, Dawnstar. A skeleton that supports the body physics (SE or LE). HDT-SMP (SE) / HDT (LE). Body - Bodyslide Studio - SE / LE Skin - Leyenda Skin - SE / LE Brows - Enhanced Brows - SE / LE Eyes - Elegant Beauty Stunning Eyes - SE / LE Hair - KS Hairdo's - SE / LE ENB - Rudy ENB - SE / LE
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Hello everyone I'm back with some concept arts I took during the creation of Senna. I will be slowly introducing other characters I've created and hopefully add them into a cohesive storyline in the future. Concept Art revolves around Senna taking a break at a campfire near one of her guard posts. Enjoy! I hope you all enjoyed the short post this week! I recently upgraded my pc and will be adding enb into future posts! Let me know what else you would like to see Senna in. Have a great week!
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I'm returning to bring you the next chapter's follower: Luna. Name: Luna Body: UUNP HDT. Hair: Dark brown. Level: 20 and will level up with the player. Combat Style: One-handed. Marriageable: Yes. The Bee and Barb Inn, Riften. A custom skeleton for the physics. For example this one. Kalilies, LogRaam, Zonzai, tktk1 and GomaPero.
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Allow me to introduce to you a fierce warrior from the harsh deserts of Hammerfell, Senna. She comes from a hot blooded union between Redguard and Orc . Once Senna completed her coming of age ceremony She joined the Alik'r as a warrior due to her physical prowess from her lineage. Although her busty figure has lead to her being more useful as a seductive spy within the ranks of the organization. Despite her seductiveness she is no fool and when intel missions go south you would be lucky to have her as a companion to take down any gang of thugs...or patrolling guards. Thanks to her bloodline she excels in aggressive combat forms. For regular mercenary work she carries with her on her back a two handed hammer with a shield in her left arm containing a short sword if situations become spicy. For her missions involving intel retrieval her leads may require her to use a civilian alias. The outfits for these missions will be civilian in nature. Some circumstances will require her to be seductive and wear attire that will expose her assets. The only protection she will have will be her bare hands and destruction magic to escape sticky situations. Although the Alik'r have been very adamant in training Senna to use her seduction first before resorting to violence. Their motives are questionable. Perhaps they wished for their enemies to gaze upon Sennas Redguard beauty before unleashing her Orcish might upon them. Early work when Senna had glowing yellow eyes to have an orc quality Senna's Portrait Figure ^Really glad with how this screenshot turned out BONUS ANIMATION Hope you guys enjoyed the little backstory! Let me know if you wish to see more from her and maybe some short stories along the way! -Backstory to her creation. I had to make a new mod order for skyrim and felt it was time to make a new character. I made an orc preset and tried it on a redguard and liked the results. I'll post a gallery section with concept shots if Senna looked more orcish in future blogs.
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Alika Follower and Oufit CBBE Bodyslide View File Description: Alika CBBE Bodyslide CBBE Bodyslide conversion of the Follower/Outfit mod bygabriel08 : https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/101961?tab=description Changes Made: -Oily Body Option -Back our outfit is zappable. Install/Uninstall: ======================= Use the usual methods by either a mod manager or manual install. Acquisition: ======================= Utilize AdditemMenu and search "Redguard" Credit to gabriel08 for the original Outfit Submitter NIND (jimmyyu) Submitted 05/13/2020 Category Companions Requires CBBE, xmp32, HDT-PE, Bodyslide Special Edition Compatible No -
Version 1.0.0
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Description: Alika CBBE Bodyslide CBBE Bodyslide conversion of the Follower/Outfit mod bygabriel08 : https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/101961?tab=description Changes Made: -Oily Body Option -Back our outfit is zappable. Install/Uninstall: ======================= Use the usual methods by either a mod manager or manual install. Acquisition: ======================= Utilize AdditemMenu and search "Redguard" Credit to gabriel08 for the original Outfit -
Previous Iterations Current Iteration Name: Alashir the Dragon Warrior Age: 26 Race: Redguard Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Second-in-Command of the Blades, Mercenary Love Interest(s): Lydia, Delusia(?), Sorerica(?) Family: Razelian (Brother) [deceased] Weapon(s): Blades Sword Background: For as long as he could remember, it had always been Alashir and his older brother, Razelian, fending for themselves against the world. The memories he had of his parents were scarce, the most vivid being the day they brought the brothers to their uncle whom the young boys presumed they were going to stay with for the foreseeable future. However, their uncle an illegal drug trafficker and within a year he left them in Gilane in order to more quickly move about the province. Having given up on relying on their other family members, Alashir and Razelian decided to stay in Gilane and build plant their roots there. Training, hunting, training, eating, training, sleeping… The daily regiment for the brothers was simple, but for the two of them who had so little it was rewarding. Being able to gauge how far they came from the previous day was something the young Redguards couldn’t wait for and sometimes lost sleep over. After a few years of this, the brothers’ achievements were recognized by Gilane’s acting King, King Alushik I, and he enrolled the boys into the city’s elite youth army, the Ebon Corps. There, their life was more of the same, but with structure. They tested their might and mettle not only against their peers, but against those who trained them as well. Expectantly, Razelian shot up the ranks and within six months held the second highest rank one could get within the Ebon Corps. Alashir’s rise wasn’t as sudden, but the young brother found glory within the army as well. Although rank separated them, the brothers were set that nothing would ever tear them apart… and then enter Delusia. Delusia was a girl who the brothers had known ever since arriving in Gilane. She endeared herself to them quickly and soon found herself as a third wheel in their activities. That had changed when the brothers entered the Ebon Corps, but not for long as they pair would soon find out. Being slightly better than Alashir but not as great as Razelian, seven months after the pair had joined the Ebon Corps, Delusia made her debut and things went back to usual for the trio. However, Alashir could see a rift form between himself and the other two as within only two months Delusia outranked him which saw her and his brother hang out more often. Although perturbed by this, Alashir didn’t mind. He knew that although he longed for Delusia’s affections and had done so ever since he laid eyes upon her, he knew that her eyes were always on his brother and for everything that Razelian had done for him, Alashir wasn’t going to ruin his brother’s shot at true happiness. When he found out that the two of them had begun dueling each other every Morndas to see how strong they had become during the past week, he had jokingly called it the pair’s "lovey dovey" time, but after seeing their resolve during the duel and how relaxed they were afterwards, Alashir knew it was a matter of time before his “joke” would turn into reality. Deciding to focus on himself, Alashir grew more and more distant from his brother and childhood friend and after hitting a wall in regards to his standing within the Ebon Corps, he turned to another for help. One of the Ebon Corps’s most unusual recruits was its fifth highest ranking member, Ra’jenji-Do, a rather crafty and ingenious Khajiit who made a name for himself within the army by utilizing his immense tactical wit and disregarding conventional combat styles to use an informal fighting style he dubbed “Kyaan-Do,” an unorthodox style comprised both reading and overpowering your opponent while seeming like you’re doing neither. When he hit a wall, Alashir went to Ra’jenji-Do because he knew that Ra’jenji-Do was the only one in the whole army that could beat into him the one thing that he didn’t have, spontaneity. It wasn’t easy by any stretch, but within a few months Alashir could saw results as he finally cracked the top one hundred ranked members of the army. Throughout his teenage years, Alashir slowly but steadily rose through the ranks and felt that it was but a matter of time that he broke through to the army’s top ten officials, but then Gilane or rather the Ebon Corps received a writ of challenge from a man calling himself the Ebony Warrior. Immediately upon hearing this, eight higher ranked warriors answered the call including both Razelian and Delusia. Alashir had wanted to join in as well, but both Razelian and Delusia forbade him from doing so. After seeing the "Ebony Warrior" go against his first six challengers with the result ending with their defeat, Delusia tried her hardest and faced off with the “Ebony Warrior” with everything she had, but not only was she unable to land a hit on the Ebony clad Nord, she wasn't even able to protect herself from any of his blows... And this was after he’d already faced off against (and slain) SIX of her brethren. Just as the Nord was about to seal her fate, Razelian stepped in to protect her much to Delusia’s disdain. After saying that if Razelian died, they both died, the Ebony Warrior fought Razelian in a duel that seemed like it went on for hours. Alashir couldn’t believe his eyes, and realized that doing what he’d been doing wasn’t enough. Delusia, the “Ebony Warrior”, his brother… He thought that he was one step from being able to fight them, but he realized on that day after seeing his brother fight and defeat the Ebony Warrior that he could no longer stand in their path to greatness. Utilizing the celebration of his brother’s victory as a guise, Alashir snuck off and became a deserter. Heading northeast, he didn’t stop going until he found himself surrounded by a group of bandits north of the Rift. Tired and weary, Alashir had half a mind to simply allow them to capture him just so that he could rest for a bit, but after seeing a pair of teens, one a male with short blue hair and the other a female with long dark hair and golden eyes, as the bandits’ captives, Alashir made quick work of the group of bandits before passing out. When he came to, the girl threw herself on him while bawling while the boy explained what had happened. Apparently, the two of them, Andeyncois and Jylisen, were students at the College of Winterhold who were on an assignment. They were supposed to collect an ancient magical artifact from somewhere in the Rift, but they were supposed to be able to find it only my sensing the artifact’s Magicka… which is why they got lost and subsequently captured by bandits. Alashir, having nothing better to do at the moment, asked the pair if they would like him to escort them, and the duo, having given up on their assignment and simply wanting to return to the College, eagerly agreed. After arriving back at the College, Alashir, upon promising Jylisen that she would keep in contact, left and had decided that he would simply train for a bit throughout the land of Skyrim before ultimately returning to Gilane. However his plans were forcibly changed after meeting with the Dragonborn sometime later… Sorerica, one of the most irritable people Alashir had ever met, was also one of the strongest people he’d ever seen. She was so strong in fact that he believed that the anal Nord could possibly even take on his brother in a one on one fight. After seeing Sorerica take on a group of four giants using only her hands, he had no intention of engaging the Nord, but had no choice when she waltzed up to him and took an affront to him sneakily watching her dispatch the giants. Without allowing him to explain himself, Sorerica attacked him. However to both of their surprise, Alashir was able to momentarily subdue her on her belly thanks to his Ebon Corps training. Feeling that this was a fatal mistake, he immediately released her and braced for another attack, but instead was greeted with an extended hand and a hearty smile. Without another word, Alashir knew that they would be close companions and was proven right as he traveled within her inner circle consisting of himself, Sorerica’s closest Housecarl Lydia, the gigantic Orc brute Molac Bulagurz, and a rather peculiar adventurer that goes by “Dovakini-chan.” Alashir would become an invaluable asset to Sorerica as he became the leader of the reformed Blades under the Dragonborn’s banner (who decided to spare Paarthurnax and slay Esbern for his defiance and persistence that she kill the meditative dragon), he accompanied Sorerica, Dovakini, and Lydia as they vanquished Alduin, and he also became someone with whom Sorerica felt comfortable confiding in. After the Civil War’s end, Sorerica vanished and although Alashir led the charge in finding the Dragonborn, he soon decided that Sorerica needed the space and ultimately temporarily disbanded the Blades which allowed everyone, including himself, to get a well-deserved break from all the turmoil that the province provided… Or so he thought. That would all change when Alashir happened upon Bleak Falls Burrow in his travels and witnessed a young hapless adventurer about to be ravished by a slightly out of his mind Bandit Leader…
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Previous Iterations Current Iteration Name: Agrathia the Little Demon Age: 19 Race: Redguard Sexuality: Heterosexual(?) Occupation: Mercenary Love Interest(s): ??? (Possibly Gonka, possibly Ania, looking for a mate) Family: Jalieer Rhoshte (Mother) [deceased], Wayem Rhoshte (Father) [deceased], Chief Burguk (Adoptive Father) Weapon(s): Two-Handed Troll Breaker Sword Background: When people in Skyrim hear tale of demons, they either associate the term with Daedra, or people over exaggerating how strong someone was. However, when people hear tale of the Little Demon, fear grips them for they know that they’re about to hear something quite outlandish… But very much so true… Agrathia, born as Taviia Rhoshte, and was born to a wealthy pair of Redguard merchants and an heir to a franchise that was soon to become a dynasty. However, that would never come to pass as when she was but only sixteen months old, Taviia’s parents and their guards were attacked and killed by a group of bandits. Not ones so meaninglessly slaughter children, the bandits spared her, but left her to face her impending death as nature would have it… That is until the Orsimer, Burguk the Chieftain of Dushnikh Yal, found her and took her back to his stronghold where he grew Taviia up alongside his other offspring: Nagrub, Umurn, Lash gra-Dushnikh, and the child that Ghorbash, unknown to Burguk, had had with an outsider and was previously on the outskirts of, Sarvei. Shel, Burguk’s favorite wife, gave young Taviia the name Agrathia for the Orsimer knew not what her real name was and needed something to call her by, and although Agrathia was not an Orc, Burguk tried to have her raised as his own daughter. However, no matter how good she did or how well she was able to grasp the concepts and traditions of the stronghold, Agrathia wasn’t accepted by most of the Stronghold. This was especially true when it came to Burguk’s own children and although Sarvei tried her best to make Agrathia feel at home, the young Redguard felt more and more alienated by the day than Burguk had ever wanted her to for years into her childhood… And then an outsider showed up. When Agrathia was nine, a young female Orsimer who was but a year older than her, showed up to the stronghold to challenge Burguk for the right to be chief. It was a laughable notion and went against their traditions; however this young girl would not relent on wanting a showdown with Burguk. So for four months, this girl came to challenge Burguk and was immediately turned away. One day when Burguk was out hunting, the girl showed up and no one would answer her. Upset that no one would either shun the girl or fight for her “father’s” honor, Agrathia went out and faced her. Agrathia thought that a challenge would be nothing but a spar like she’d done with Burguk’s lot before. However, the young girl swiftly dealt with Agrathia. But before she could land the finishing blow, Burguk showed up and disarmed the young Orc and forced her and his children into his longhouse. Burguk was furious that none of his legitimate children thought to deal with this “threat” and punished each of them for the same amount of time that the outsider had been challenging him for. As for Agrathia and the Orc girl, Burguk gave them one week to prepare for they would do an official battle with these stakes: if Agrathia lost, she’d be exiled from the stronghold and the Orc girl would indeed be able to challenge Burguk for the right to be chief. After a week, the pair fought to a draw in a fierce battle that to this day is still talked about throughout the stronghold. Although she didn’t win, Agrathia had finally began to garner respect and acknowledgement from others in the stronghold, and seeing as there was no clear winner, Burguk allowed the girl, Gonka gra-Atulslag, to stay in Dushnikh Yal until the day that they next did battle. Though the beginning was rough between the two girls, through the next three years their animosity toward each other turned into a rivalry, which in turn blossomed into a great friendship, wherein Gonka helped Agrathia fit in with the rest of the Orcs so much so that rather than calling her Blood-kin they simply saw her as one of their own flesh and blood. It soon became clear that Agrathia was becoming a force to be reckoned with, and rather than stifle her potential, Burguk offered her a challenge in order to push her to her absolute limit. He told her that if she weren’t able to find a mate or a challenge worthy to have their stories told throughout the ages by her 22nd birthday, then she would have to become his next wife. Rather than feel anxious about such an absurd task, at the age of twelve Agrathia decided it was time that she traveled the land to hone herself, and find exactly what Burguk sought from her. One year after that was when rumors of the one called the “Little Demon” began to circulate around the various Holds in the province. Stories of a girl, clad in the armor of her victims, going around and wreaking havoc for various bandit gangs. Tales of a young girl, facing odds against creatures that even seasoned veterans dared not face. The tales kept on building up until her seventeen year… When the dragons started coming back to life. Agrathia didn’t slay a single dragon throughout the entire crisis, however her actions during the first dragon sighting after Helgen were nothing short of legendary. Agrathia happened to be the first one onto the scene, before both the Dragonborn and the Companion’s Harbinger, and she was able to keep the dragon at bay for an entire thirty minutes without involving anyone else… And while keeping damage to the surrounding land to a minimum. Since then, Agrathia has been utilizing her time in the aim of getting strong enough (in her mind) in order to carry out Chief Burguk’s challenge to her… As well as assisting Gonka on a myriad of assignments throughout the province.
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View File REQUIREMENTS Dawnguard RECOMMENDED Face Light if you want to see their face more clearly Extensible Follower Framework for more follower functionality Follower Commentary Overhaul for more follower commentary Book of Silence by CaBaL120 Rustic Clothes by Gamwich OSA | Skyrim Ascendancy Engine by CE0 Poser Module by Morra INSTALLATION Nexus Mod Manager or Mod Organizer for easy installation For manual (NOT RECOMMENDED): Simply extract the files to the main Skyrim directory ALWAYS MAKE A BACKUP OF WHAT YOU'RE OVERWRITING! UN-INSTALLATION NMM and MO un-installation is easy. For manual: Use your backup to overwrite what was changed or delete the Durion, Raziel, and Rienna folders. DESCRIPTION Durion, Rienna and Raziel are siblings that were separated as children in a bandit raid. Durion Durion was found and rescued by some mercs and was raised by them. The mercs instilled a love of freedom and raised him to be a potent fighter. He loves to drink while he's not fighting. Voice: MaleDrunk Lvl 6 - Max Lvl Protected Marriage: Yes Proficiencies: Heavy Armor, 2-handed, Block Raziel Raziel, oddly enough, was rescued by a band of Orcs who raised him. His talent for fighting stood out among the Orcs and he was welcomed as a part of the family. Voice: Orc Lvl 6 - Max Lvl Protected Marriage: Yes Proficiencies: Heavy Armor, 2-handed, Block Rienna The Dark Brotherhood somehow found their hands on Rienna as a child. They decided to raise her as a part of the family. Why you may ask? Some say Astrid wanted a blank slate, someone who wasn't bound by the old tenants of the Brotherhood. Other say, the Brotherhood saw her talent as an assassin from a young age. Voice: Eventoned Lvl 10 - Max Lvl Protected Marriage: Yes Proficiencies: Light Armor, 1-handed (Dual Wield), Sneak Optional There's an optional replacer for Ahtar. the solitude executioner. Ahtar can also become your follower after a certain quest (He could be your follower in the vanilla game as well.) There's also a 4k version of Rienna available for download. Q & A Q: Where are they located? A: Durian is at the Drunken Huntsman. Raziel is at the Sleeping Giant Inn. (Wanted to put him at an Orc stronghold but some issues arrived) Rienna is a the Windpeak Inn. Q: What body are they using? A: Rienna - CBBE (More specifically using a bodyslide I made) Raziel and Durion: Better males Q: Any other body types than CBBE? A: At this time, no. I primarily use the CBBE as there are more mods for it. If enough demand for it, I may consider it. Q: Is there an SoS patch for Durion and Raziel? A: Why yes. Yes there is. Credits RaceMenu by Expired Beards by Hvergelmir Calientes Female Body Mod Big Bottom Edition -CBBE- by Caliente Smooth Body Textures for better males by Urshi Ningheim Race by Seren4XX RaceCompatibility for Skyrim and Dawnguard Brows by Hvergelmir Chris57 and FavoredSoul - Better males Seductive Lips HD by EcthelionOtW Leyenda Skin by HeroedeLeyenda KS Hairdos - Renewal by Kalilies Fine Face Textures by Urshi XCE -Warpaints and Dirt by Xenius Sos by VectorPlexus and Smurf Please let me know if there is any lack of mentioning in credits. Thank you very much, great modders!! Known Bugs Durion's and Raziel's right eye is a little weird. It's kinda like they're blind in that eye and if the sun it's it just right, it has a strong shine to it. I'm not sure how to fix this but it's not that noticable. For some reason, using the Durion/Ahtar replacer causes him to walk from the palace to the execution block causing a long delay for that scene. Also he may not kill Roggvir. I recommend either using the console to kill Roggvir once Durion is on the stage or using the replacer after the scene is done. Raziel does NOT have the same bug! (Or at least he shouldn't...) Durion and Raziel also has a neck seam with the Better males version. That's just how the textures are. I recommend using the SoS patch as there is less of a seam with that or using a different texture all together. I also recommend The Veteran Skin by ZwabberdieBo for Raziel to give him a more mature, veteran look. Will upload that version when I finish getting permissions! Submitter KillagameVII Submitted 03/15/2017 Category Companions Requires Dawnguard Special Edition Compatible -
The day of judgment on the souls of both theirs and ours, would come sooner than I have hoped it would be. At this very moment, I should be resting, preparing for the coming battle. But I close my eyes, and I see the things in my past, and those images came flashing in my mind, as I arrived at the last stop of my path. Everyone who remembered me are already dead, and I am the last one standing who still remember the man I once was. Perhaps the person who is strong enough to mark my end and take this from me, would be strong enough to live on, with my story. Perhaps, even, they could bring my memory to see my homeland once more - whatever it will become. I have to write this all down. I must not let myself be forgotten, nor my crimes be forgiven, for this... The mission in Skyrim shall mark an end for everything, and I would never again see my homeland with my eyes. When I was a child, I lived in a village near the outskirts of the great Alik'r Desert. Not a day had I not climbed atop that cliff near my village after a day's hard work with my family, admiring the beauty of my homeland, of the yellow sands that have witnessed the history of this ancient, vibrant land I call my home. In my home, I used to sit on my mother's lap, while she told me a tale she learned from her mother, and her mother her grandmother; of a knight riding on a giant, winged, beautiful beast - a beast who never age, never feel sorrow - to fly in the skies of Tamriel, passing through Hammerfell, High Rock, Cyrodiil, and Skyrim, to bring the children like us to a land that knows no sorrow or loss, one where rivers flow, trees grow - a land where we can all be free and joyful. I was fascinated with this knight's story, eagerly waited for this hero and his beast to come and bring me to that promised land. I have wondered - would that land be even more beautiful than the Alik'r Desert? Would I be too absorbed by that land's joy, that I no longer want to return to my home? As I grew older, I had slowly become more, and more, occupied by the difficulties and confusions of adulthood, and, in the end, forgot the story completely. I started to worry about my village's crops, about chasing the woman of my dreams, about making deals with the traders in the cities for a slightly higher price for our produce. I have kept living in that village, which, the beauty of the land eventually became an image that bored me everyday, for with the scene of the Great Alik'r Desert, accompanied always the carriage from the city, that was to take our crops and give us a purse of gold, or to sell supplies of all sorts to our village. The scene of the Alik'r Desert... became something that was associated with my family's business - the worries I shared with my father every day. But everything changed, on the day when a magnificent, winged, giant creature soared above me, flew to the cliff I have always climbed on as a child; the creature was emitting a vibrant, fiery color, one that was both my joy and worries - gold. And, without looking back, the winged beast passed through my village, straight into the heart of the Alik'r Desert. It was then, I was reminded of the story that was told to me when I was much, much younger. Was it here to save me? The creature that brings joy and scorches everyone's sorrow, to my rescue, to bring me out of that boring, repetitive, pointless everyday-life? From a distance, I could still see the creature's movement, for it was indeed a giant beauty. The great beast became grounded at a sandy hill, its beak near the ground, as it began smelling the land itself. So, so fascinated by its elegant movement, I dropped my hoe and ran to the beast. I knew it was not possible, but I still had hope that... it was indeed the creature from my mother's story, that it could free me from this life of endless farming, eternal chasing of a girl who might not even feel for me the same way - a world without a meaningful future for me. I observed the creature from a distance, despite having come closer than I was. The child's story drove me to chase the creature, but I could not go anymore closer to the beast; I feared, with the sense of an adult, that it would suddenly find out my presence, and do what most other beasts on Tamriel would. But as the creature soared to the sky, leaving our village behind, I found myself... blindly chasing the beast, to wherever it may lead me. I could not give up the chance to a new life, even if it was so, so silly for an adult to believe in those stories, that the beast was truly the one to bring the children to a new paradise, that it could... save me, and lead me to a life that is joyful, without problems, and... new. I followed, ran and ran, in the beast's direction. For as long as it had flown, had I run without even knowing exhaustion. Until an hour later, when it finally stopped, atop the sea. I looked to the horizon, the sea that was beneath the creature. A new life, one of joy and cheers, just beneath- It was then, I saw clearly what that beast was. In the skies, guiding dozens and dozens of ships to the shores of Hammerfell, all flying the same flag, chanting the same name, wearing the same sigil- The Flaming, Golden Eagle. I guess, in the end, it did lead me to a new life, and took away all my problems. I watched the Eagle scorch the city, from where the carriage came to my village to take away the crops everyday; the stores which sold the supplies were all sacked or burned, the traders who wore those cheery masks when they handed me the gold and took the produce, came to wear the same face - one of terror, hopelessness, fear - as they burned beneath the Eagle's flames, twisted and deformed by the heat and desperation - and finally, perished before the Eagles, whose feathers seemed to be golden, but were in truth all black. The Eagle did not stop at the city. Soon, it made its way to the next location - the village I have called home. And so, those Eagles in black-gold, who, like I once did, followed that creature into that place I made home at. They pillaged the farm and slaughtered every villager in front of my eyes; papa, mama, and the girl I had been after, all became an addition to the pile of corpses which fed the crows that came later. I watched, paralyzed and undetected, that the Eagle and the Eagles removed all my sources of problems, within a mere matter of hours; and when they had had it their way, got what they have come for, they left we with this new life, this new land. One that was burned, barren; a place of desolation, fear. The paradise that the beast offered. A desert which lost the yellow, and became red instead. From that moment, I had come to realize the wrong of my wishes. I dreamed of a world, where my life would begin anew in eternal joy and laughter, no longer bothered by those repetitive, daily tasks which had become my pain, annoyance, boredom. But the reality is... That life of happiness was not meant for me, or anyone who live in these mortal, fragile bodies. We were meant for conflicts, for violence; for hatred towards the enemies, and vengeance against those who have wronged us and ours. Then, I made my wish again, to another giant, winged beast - that I would have the blood of those who destroyed my home, that I would see the red beneath their yellow, fine, thin skin, like how they spilled my family's blood on the sands of the Alik'r. Unlike the Flaming Eagle, this time, I could see the man who rode that red, magnificent beast. The hero who was truly supposed to bring us all our salvation, as implied in his name. It was then, I realized - the tale had always been true, only that I had recognized the wrong creature, wearing the wrong color. It was never supposed to be a golden eagle who brings joy, but a red dragon that slays those who bring misery. A dragon which flames will burn the villains, a beast which skin will be painted in the blood of his nemesis. Peace and joy were a dream, we must fight, pave a way and forge a future as we saw fit. As they have sung about this "Great" War we fought, decades later - "...The Eagle soars, its talons sharp; the Dragon rises, its flame burns the dark. And the young sailor fell to the Abecean, as his bride awaited for her champion..." The most glorious battle, above a world of water which tasted like salt - an environment I had never believed truly existed, until I finally left that desert of a homeland. I unsheathed my weapon - the first gift the hero gave the each of us - a sword which blade was carved with that dragon's shape. I held the sword tightly, both my hands shivering, as the Eagle soared again, leading the ships from a far away land, prepared to burn the brothers and sisters I came to hold dear - just like it did my family back then. Except this time, I was no longer alone. I had the hero, and the dragon he rode - with each of us, each of his Legion being the Dragon's scale, ready to defend the giant, winged creature that had become our sole dream and ideal. I looked at my weapon, and I saw a reflection of myself - a face of eagerness for revenge, and of bloodlust, of wrath... Of the sorrow and pain that came from loss. Then, I saw the shape of the Dragon on that sharp, clean, colorless blade. I was the weapon in my hand, blessed with courage and strength by the beast I had wished to; I stopped my hands from shivering, for I would, soon, paint this beast with red, and have my anger satiated, as they both should be. I looked upon the hero, as he gave his commands. The great sea battle began, and we threw away our blood, hoping to exchange that of our enemies. At that moment, all I could think of, all that occupied my mind, were the burning, twisted faces of terror those traders showed in their last moments, and the smiles that had been taken away in my village; then, I heard the sounds of the enemy ships' cannons, those which blasted our comrades' vessels into pieces. Anger filled my whole soul, I fought, I bled, without any remorse - not only for my homeland, but also for the larger cause that the Dragon and its rider had blessed me with. Comradeship. It was a moment of every warrior's dreams, of all patriots' wishes. We spilled their blood as they spilled ours, painting the Abecean with the red that ran our veins. Yet, at the heat of the battle, the Eagle evaded our every arrow, and arrived before the Dragon. It was then, I finally saw the rider of the Eagle herself - a masked woman, dressed in all black and gold, just as her followers the Eagles were. But unlike the hero, who guided the Dragon to its path with wisdom and inspiration, the woman sat on the Eagle's saddle, using her sorcery to tame, control the Eagle, while the Eagles followed her blindly, just like I once did. The Eagle's talons had cast the hero from the Dragon's back. The hero managed to climb back on, and led the great beast to bite back at the opponent, teeth in the Eagle's flesh, tearing its wings apart. The Eagle fell from the sky, and the hero led the Dragon to press the attack, with the goal - the dream and purpose of every men and women that were the scales of the Dragon - to slay this winged, giant, flaming beast once and for all. Yet, the Dragon turned its head, grabbed the hero with its teeth, and threw him into a golden cage. The mighty red creature descended upon the Eagle, not only to lick its wounds, but also to guide it to the land I once called home - the land which was the purpose I followed the Dragon, in the first place; then, pieces by pieces, the Eagle removed the Dragon's scale, cut off its wings, until it became naked, soft - humiliated by the Eagle and its rider. I lost the hero. I lost my comrades. I lost the mighty, red dragon that was the source of my pride and hope, which, in the end, chose to let misery and pain come to the land I hoped it would free and restore joy to; to forsake the men and women who gave their lives to become the beast's scales, allowing the Eagle to tear them off and have its way with them. The Dragon was not the creature I believed it was, nor was its rider - the man I once thought to be my salvation, yet allowed the creature to wither and succumb - the hero. I left his side, before the Eagle could tear me off as well. I traveled alone, in a land which name I fought for, yet was never granted the luxury to explore. Near a city where two heroes once defended the world from a God, as if nostalgia had kicked in, I climbed up a cliff, my mind occupied with thoughts and confusions, not realizing that climbing up a cliff had become much easier than when I was the child. I reached its endpoint, and stopped, thought to myself - perhaps, there was never a hero, nor a creature he would have mounted, that the stories were only lies to give the children hope for the future - a future that is grim, hopeless. I looked down from the cliff, realizing it had always been so easy, for me to end these struggles, to leave all my problems and sorrow behind. But those faces appeared again. Of the traders and villagers. Of the girl I once loved. Of my father and mother. Not in terror, fear, or sorrow, but... of different faces. I saw them again, in my childhood - the traders would wear their smiling faces, ignore me and head straight to my father, while my father would smile back at them, as he moved the crops to the carriage, and afterwards took the coin purse from them; then, he would revert to his own grumpy, annoyed self, yell at my mother about the dinner being still unready, then call the other villagers to the inn, for a round of Nordic Mead - he would get totally drunk within three rounds, drunk enough to drop the spoon when he tried to have dinner afterwards; then, he would wake up to a hangover that would last until next day's noon. My mother would scold him for giving her more housework than needed, yet, she would be so patient with him, and clean up all the messes my drunken father had made; she would swear, and smile, as I played with the girl, whom I grew up with and later fell for. We ran around the village, causing every other villager to curse at us; then climbed up the cliff together, and watched the sun sets on the horizon, giving Hammerfell one last touch of warmth, before it was replaced by the cold, dark night of the Alik'r Desert. I looked into the girl's eyes, and the girl before me had already become an adult, just like I had. I touched her face, like how I had always wanted, dreamed, but never brave enough to try. I leaned closer to her, my forehead touching hers, and our lips only a few inches away. I closed my eyes, fearing that all these were just a dream, while hoping all these to be real - that papa and mama were still yelling at each other, but smiling behind each other's back; that the traders were still coming everyday, to bore myself to the end - that the Eagle, Dragon were all just a dream I made, a flash of thoughts that crossed my mind as I panicked before the girl I had a crush on- But I opened my eyes, and saw only the cliff. Fearing, panicking, I immediately closed my eyes again, hoping that in darkness, my home would appear once more - even if it was just an illusion for a slight comfort. Then I opened my eyes, closed them again, then opened again, closed yet again... Eventually, I was forced to understand, that the place I saw as home no longer existed, and the people who once loved or annoyed me were all gone now. Those claimed by the Eagle, and those abandoned by the Dragon. First a dream that was a lie, then a hope taken away by those who were supposed to fulfill it. I had come to understand that we could not dream anymore. There was no hero, nor his mount; and in truth, there has only ever been two ways for me - death, or fight to free my land, my people... and myself. I returned to Hammerfell, my home, after what became to me an eternity. The Eagle was still pressing, lusting after our homeland's control - the reason why they would spill blood on our sands, bring conflicts and bloodshed to the entire continent. If I am to avenge my family and those I cared about, to restore this land and cast away the source of her miseries, then the Eagle must not take what it came for. I would slay it, before I drown it it in the red, dark rivers that it desired so. The Forebears, one of the two factions that ruled Hammerfell before the Eagle came to be, embraced me with open arms. It was with the Forebears, that I learned there were many, many like me, who rode on the Dragon, fought and bled on a foreign land in the name of His Imperial Majesty, with the false hope I once had about that beast. I was not alone, nor was I different. My story was that of the Redguard people, of the land I saw as home; a story that every man and woman in Hammerfell had experienced, and a story that would continue, if the Eagle lived on. I fought alongside my comrades against the Eagle, enduring its flames and resisting its gold. This time, I - we - do not fight for someone else anymore. We would fight in the name of Hammerfell, in the memory of our fathers, mothers, children, friends, loved ones - those who had fallen before the Eagle's flames and talons, those who could not live to this day and see what monsters we had become. And, this time, I would not be so foolish to believe in a single hero or his beast again. I believed only in myself, and in the goal that saved me from the cliff. In the end, without the Dragon's flames and claws, we stood against the Eagle alone, and gained victory, at the cost of thousands of young Redguard men who would have been our people's legacy. Yet, at this very moment of victory, the other faction that ruled Hammerfell - the Crowns - had returned from the civil war of Cyrodiil, which they fought in another foreign lord's support, while their own country burned in flames and her rivers ran with our people's blood. These deserters fled from their land, then fled from the foreign lord again, to the land they once abandoned. The Crowns were few, and we had the control of most of Hammerfell. Those traitors were shunned upon, in no position to threaten us. As the new single power in Hammerfell, our goal changed; from protecting our lands and families from the Eagle's grasping talons, to holding the authority we had established in our land. To rule and tax her people, to make the law and order as we saw fit, to protect the very, very own interests of the Forebears, from the Crowns themselves - from our fellow Redguards. But I had never believed in the Forebears' cause, if there ever was one. After the Eagle and the Dragon, not anymore. Whatever they needed me to do, I did without questions, for their motives were never of my concerns, and only with them, could I survive. Ideals, motives, causes - all just pretty speeches and big words, empty, idle promises, to lure young men such as I to fight and bleed in their stead. The Eagle, the Dragon, and the Forebears. It did not surprise me, when the Forebears' leaders were all suddenly assassinated overnight, and the Crowns took over the next day. They all had it coming, and I would pay no sympathy to their deaths. The Forebears, hence, fell into chaos. One by one, our holds and camps were wiped out by the Crowns, until a scattering, dwindling number remained by my leader's side. I could have left them, yet, the Forebears had become my home, a place where my new family had chosen to stay... And this time, I would not leave my family behind. Not again. The last of the Forebears searched of a place where the Crowns had not yet reached, and in the end, they found one. In that place of destiny - my home - that village at the outskirts of the Great Alik'r Desert. It was at the noon of night. The Eagles had already left, leaving a desolation of ruined houses, burned farmlands, and the crows which circled above the village, as if its new comers were soon to be their feast, just as those who lived here a dozen years ago. The others of the Forebears sat by a house's hearth, lit up by a spell. They sat there, confused, terrified; without a cause, without guidance. Some prayed, others simply shivered, while our leader stood outside the house, watching for any suspicious movement outside, and if there were still other Forebears to come. I grabbed a broken chair, immediately recognizing that to be the one which my mother used to sit on, while she told me the stories about the hero and his mount. I cleaned it up a little, then found some tools in my father's old box to fix the chair, so that it could look the way it used to be, when mama was still sitting there. After an hour, the chair was good as new. I touched its handle, looked at it for a few minutes. Then, I closed my eyes, hoping, for one last time, that I could see at least my mother once more. I opened my eyes again, yet all I could see, was a vision of the chair blurred by tears, of a village changed forever by an Eagle, of a people marked for eternity by war and contempt, in the chase of their own ideals and visions of a world. I stayed with the chair for one last moment, then left for the house where the other Forebears had gathered, never sitting on it. The last of the Forebears gathered, arriving from different safe shelters around Hammerfell. A few dozens of warriors and mages-alike sat in that old house, searching for a new purpose, a new name, for the title "Forebear" represented a failure that lost the whole country to the Crowns. I walked outside, to our leader, the man who lost his father and mother to the Eagle, and his wife and sister to the Crowns. He was holding in his arms that last gift from his wife - their infant daughter - for a short while, before he had to put her back in the house for warmth and care. He was gazing upon the Alik'r Desert, in the way that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. I joined him, admired her beauty for the first time since that day, as I told him about my past, my story, and the time when I used to live here. The moonlight in his eyes became brighter, and brighter, as I reminded him of his own past, his own story; of an ideal we thought we could believe in, when in truth it was just a story used by those in power; of a family we did not remember to love, when we still had one; of a life we did not know to cherish, when it was in truth the most precious thing. I asked him what shall become of the Forebears. He gazed upon the Alik'r again, and asked me one last question - what I, as a man, believed was the greatest thing on Nirn. I answered just what I believed in. And so, in the ashes of the Forebears and the red sands of a desert, the Alik'r Warriors were born. My family, my comrades. My own belief, without the influence from any hero. We shall be Redguards, the warriors and mages who guard this land painted with red. We shall do all we could to protect our only family from the rest of the world, from those who seek to harm us and separate us from each other again, even if it meant doing immoral, harmful deeds; so long as it allowed us to stay together, to... survive, and continue the struggle in this world. The attacks, assassinations on the Crowns began. Riots and chaos were spawned in cities where the Crowns controlled. Treasuries were sacked, all who stood in the way were seen as the Crowns' colluders, and executed. In that cruel world we lived in, to be able to consider mercy is a luxury - one we did not have. It went on a few years, until an unexpected person arrived at one of our underground bases. He showed my leader a sigil, one which shape was once the most important thing to me - of the beast which rider I thought would be my salvation. Then its rider, now the brain of the Dragon itself. Yet this person was not him, but merely his messenger. It did not feel good, but was logical - how would a high and noble champion such as himself even come down to find a group of... mercenaries? After all, that "champion" no longer needed to keep up the acts before us. He had received news of what we did to the Crowns, and he would like to aid our cause, for in truth, the Crowns and the foreign lord they had fought for, were both secret assets of the Eagle. So long as the Crowns lingered at Hammerfell, the Eagle would always have a foothold in our homeland. He could not allow this to happen, and believed that neither could we. The man's ideals and courage no longer spoke a word to any of us, for we had seen its falsehood. The messenger, realizing this, used a far more convincing persuasion approach. A carriage of gold, blueprints, ores, and herbs. We would expand to be a force that could rival the Crowns again, and at the same time, we would, in the shadows, serve the Dragon once more. And so, we took this foreign gold from a foreign lord, to fight for his pretty, empty ideal, just like the Crowns once did for their own lord. For one more time, the fight against the Eagle was resumed. We recruited more people than ever, and soon, fueled by our hatred and the Dragon's gold, we were able to engage the Crowns in open battle again. Cities were taken, holds established, and our reign had returned - no longer flying the flag of the Forebears, but of the Alik'r Desert and its red sands. But one day, the gold simply stopped coming from Cyrodiil, and the man never showed up again. Some say he was last seen in a port city of Skyrim, but regardless of his location, I could be certain of one thing - the Dragon had abandoned us, yet again. Enraged, we began attacking the cities of Cyrodiil, killing nobles that were loyal to the Dragon, and eventually, crossing the water where I once fought on for the Dragon, to impale the heart of the Eagle itself. That place's name was Firsthold. I picked a warrior I commanded - a man who had barely reached his adulthood, never even tasted the sweetness of love - to come with me, sneak into the city's inn, to deliver a message to that woman who rode the Eagle. The Eagle had spilled blood on our sands, so we would do the same on their own lands, with their own people's blood. Twelve young souls, with yellow, fine, thin skin. I saw the rage, the hatred... the sorrow, in his eyes, when he killed them all - the same emotions that were once reflected on my sword, when I fought at the Abecean Sea for the first time. In sending him to his mission, I had furthered the cycle of hatred, and ensured that more souls, more young men and elf, would be sent by both sides to slay one another, until one side was truly destroyed. And then, I saw a young man, who was no older than 15 by the look. A Wood Elf, paralyzed, eyes filled with terror, anger, disbelief - the same man that once stood near the village, when an Eagle came to burn it down, taking away his home, love, and family. The thirteenth in the inn, the only soul that was not yet claimed by our anger. My warrior was ready to take him as well, but before his blade could meet that elf's neck, I stopped him. Not for mercy, not for compassion. But it was... because I simply could not watch that raging soldier on the Abecean Sea... to kill that man, who had his peaceful life in a village, seeing the Alik'r Desert everyday. He insisted to kill the elf. In a brief conflict, I inadvertently smashed his head on the bar table, in so doing, claimed his life. I... killed me. Without spending too much time in the inn, I left the enraged warrior and the paralyzed Wood Elf, and took the first ship that sailed Cyrodiil, in where I would hide for a few days, before I heard the news that an Alik'r Warrior had slaughtered twelve elf students by his lonesome, then killed himself. I returned to Hammerfell, told lies to my leader and comrades about that young warrior's death, that I was never able to enter the inn, due to the warrior poisoning me to make sure I would not share or steal his glory. The story was believed, and I continued using lies to find myself a way to survive. So many years have passed, since then; not a day, not a night, was my mind not occupied by the faces of the man whom I betrayed and killed in Firsthold, of those young elven students who died in the inn, and of the traders, the villagers, the countless innocents in the graveyard that is Tamriel. It was in those dreams, I realized - that those beasts I once believed in were not lies of a child's story, but exactly what they were supposed to be all along - for they had made their own definitions of joy and sorrow, and did to their best to bring this world to their own visions, just as I did. For I, too, was a beast all along. Now, once again, the Alik'r are under siege by the Crowns, about to be destroyed, once and for all - except this time, we will not be able to choose a new name to start over again. The Eagle's victory has become unavoidable, for the Dragon is too weak to stand against it; the Bretons have willingly embraced the Eagle, believing it has liberated them from the corrupt nobles who enslaved them; Skyrim is shattered, torn apart by its own conflicts, thanks to whatever plan "he" has in stall for the Dragon. But the Dragon is no longer part of my concerns. The last of the Alik'r leadership have been taken by the Crowns' last attack, thanks to a woman called Iman. I have never expected myself to be the last Alik'r veteran standing, yet the responsibility had fallen to me, to lead our remaining few to a way out - if there is one for the likes of us. Ironic. We are named the Alik'r Warriors, yet for over five years, I have not seen the Great Alik'r Desert again already. I wonder what has become of my village, if it still dots the outskirts of the Alik'r Desert - has it received some new inhabitants who rebuilt it, or would it remain the ruined relic that was the mark left by the Eagle's flames. Perhaps, just perhaps, it would be removed by the Eagles, to clear space for whichever purpose they saw fit. After we have evacuated to the mountains, where the Crowns could not follow, I met a mysterious woman, dressed in black, her face masked. Just like I told my story to the Alik'r leader, I told her everything. Trust, lies... No longer meaningful, to a man who is near his end. Then, she shared hers. One of wars, loss, hatred... And in the end, clarity. I wondered, why I would believe her story. I have believed in a hero riding on a creature to bring happiness, I have believed in a Dragon which flame would burn the dark and grant its followers vengeance; after I found the belief to be nothing but falsehood, I neglected to believe in a cause that all my comrades did, even after they were gone. For two decades, I was without a belief, nor an ideal that was driven by a role model. Perhaps, in the end, I would place my faith on a stranger who, maybe, understands what I have experienced? But regardless, if there is still something that is worth believing in... I do hope that I can believe in an afterlife. I know the kind I would like to go. I close my eyes, and recall the story my mother once told me, of the knight who brings children to joy and leaves sorrow behind. If this hero truly exists, if this hero would lead me to my afterlife - please take me to that promised land of joy. Not that land of rainbow and rivers, of tales and trees; but the land, the village, where my mother was sitting by our house's hearth, telling her child your stories, as I looked beyond the window, and saw that great, beautiful, yellow Alik'r Desert. Notes: This story uses lore which I wrote outside the canon of Elder Scrolls itself, with the ground that the events and characters do not contradict established lore in the game, and that they contribute to the narrative. 1. The "Eagle" represents the Thalmor, and the "Eagles" represent those who believe in the Thalmor ideal - a paradise where everyone who believed them could be free 2. The "Dragon" represents the Empire, as its flag is a red dragon 3. The Dragon's rider is a character I created, whose name is "Amulius Salvian", he was first a general of the Imperial Legion, then became the High Chancellor later - hence, the Dragon's "brain" 4. The "foreign lord" and "civil war in Cyrodiil" are things I created for the lore post-Great War, the foreign lord is the deposed High Chancellor whose name was "Benito Aurelius", who served Titus Mede II's predecessor, but deposed by Titus later; he then colluded with the Thalmor to wage civil war against the Emperor, using unfair post-war reparation taxes as the reason, to bring the people of Cyrodiil to rebel; he also employed the Crowns of Hammerfell to join him, promising that the Thalmor will leave Hammerfell once he becomes the Emperor and signs a new pact with the Thalmor. The very civil war was the reason why the Empire was so difficult to recover, and was forced to lose more and more sovereignty and advantages to the Thalmor 5. The Eagle's rider is a character I created, the real title goes by "High Archon"; she leads the Thalmor and holds all power of her state; I made her female because it was stated in the Thalmor Embassy's Justiciar whispers, that "Herself had become more and more concerned about Skyrim's dragon, and sent more High Mages to Skyrim" 6. The Forebears and the Crowns are factions in Elder Scrolls' real lore, after hundreds of years after Arena and one thousand year after The Elder Scrolls Online, they have become much, much different, due to the turmoils in the Fourth Era 7. The Alik'r's destruction happened before Skyrim's event, according to the story; in Skyrim, their mission was to find out the woman who betrayed the Alik'r to the Crowns and the Thalmor, which led to the Alik'r's destruction; the excuses the player hear from both the Alik'r and this woman were in truth both lies 8. The Alik'r was depicted to have elements of terrorism, as it would explain why they were unwelcome in Whiterun, which was, for a time, neutral; and that Hammerfell was not at the State of War with the Empire and the Thalmor, making it only possible for the explanation to be that the Alik'r was not an accepted organization even in Hammerfell, and that it was a "common enemy" to the rest of Tamriel 9. This story is a text which the player picked up after they killed a specific Alik'r NPC, in my mod; the player would give it to either of two followers in the mod, one of them is a Thalmor, and the other is an Imperial Legionnaire. They would reflect differently to the story of the Alik'r 10. The protagonist of the story is not one of the "big" characters who impacted the history of Tamriel, he is only one of the many "nobodies", like the random thieves and bandits the player encounters; he writes the text, expecting the person to kill him to take his story and live on with his memory, as no one else would remember him once he dies, and he doesn't want to be forgotten forever, like the many before him who died in the wars between the Thalmor and the Empire, the Crowns and the Forebears/Alik'r.
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preset Dx's Preset - Redguard Mihail - SAM
Darnexx posted a topic in Downloads - Skyrim Non Adult Mods
Dx's Preset - Redguard Mihail - SAM View File First LoversLab upload Mihail is a Redguard, made to work with S.A.M - Shape Atlas for Men. For the SOS RaceMenu Plugin: There is no direct need to change anything on his Dick in the SAM Menu. I edited it in the RaceMenu. You can delete that of course or change it if you don't like it! -Required-RaceMenu by Expired Eyes of Aber by Aberin Brows by Hvergelmir ApachiiSkyHair (for Male) by Apachii Ixum's Tattoos by Ixum-Highly Recommended- Rudy ENB by Rudy102 XP32 Maximum Skeleton - XPMS by xp32 for the SOS RaceMenu PluginSAM - Shape Atlas for Men + HD Textures from vectorplexus.com Younger Geonox Face for SAM from vectorplexus.com ApachiiSkyHair natural Retexture by Hein84 -Installation-With Nexus Mod Manager/Mod Organizer or manually in your data FolderKnowing Issues-He might get a missing texture, dunno why this happens (it does happen to me sometimes from different Presets of others)-Preset can't be installed with MO for some strange Reason so do it completely manually if you have Issues (SKSE\Plugins\CharGen\Presets) Credits RaceMenu by Expired Eyes of Aber by Aberin Brows by Hvergelmir ApachiiSkyHair by Apachii Ixum's Tattoos by Ixum ApachiiSkyHair natural Retexture by Hein84 Younger Geonox Face for SAM by Don SAM - Shape Atlas for Men by Vector Skyrim by Bethesda Submitter Darnexx Submitted 12/19/2017 Category Other Requires RaceMenu, Eyes of Aber, Brows, ApachiiSkyHair for Male, Ixum's Tattoos Special Edition Compatible No -
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REQUIREMENTS Dawnguard RECOMMENDED Face Light if you want to see their face more clearly Extensible Follower Framework for more follower functionality Follower Commentary Overhaul for more follower commentary Book of Silence by CaBaL120 Rustic Clothes by Gamwich OSA | Skyrim Ascendancy Engine by CE0 Poser Module by Morra INSTALLATION Nexus Mod Manager or Mod Organizer for easy installation For manual (NOT RECOMMENDED): Simply extract the files to the main Skyrim directory ALWAYS MAKE A BACKUP OF WHAT YOU'RE OVERWRITING! UN-INSTALLATION NMM and MO un-installation is easy. For manual: Use your backup to overwrite what was changed or delete the Durion, Raziel, and Rienna folders. DESCRIPTION Durion, Rienna and Raziel are siblings that were separated as children in a bandit raid. Durion Durion was found and rescued by some mercs and was raised by them. The mercs instilled a love of freedom and raised him to be a potent fighter. He loves to drink while he's not fighting. Voice: MaleDrunk Lvl 6 - Max Lvl Protected Marriage: Yes Proficiencies: Heavy Armor, 2-handed, Block Raziel Raziel, oddly enough, was rescued by a band of Orcs who raised him. His talent for fighting stood out among the Orcs and he was welcomed as a part of the family. Voice: Orc Lvl 6 - Max Lvl Protected Marriage: Yes Proficiencies: Heavy Armor, 2-handed, Block Rienna The Dark Brotherhood somehow found their hands on Rienna as a child. They decided to raise her as a part of the family. Why you may ask? Some say Astrid wanted a blank slate, someone who wasn't bound by the old tenants of the Brotherhood. Other say, the Brotherhood saw her talent as an assassin from a young age. Voice: Eventoned Lvl 10 - Max Lvl Protected Marriage: Yes Proficiencies: Light Armor, 1-handed (Dual Wield), Sneak Optional There's an optional replacer for Ahtar. the solitude executioner. Ahtar can also become your follower after a certain quest (He could be your follower in the vanilla game as well.) There's also a 4k version of Rienna available for download. Q & A Q: Where are they located? A: Durian is at the Drunken Huntsman. Raziel is at the Sleeping Giant Inn. (Wanted to put him at an Orc stronghold but some issues arrived) Rienna is a the Windpeak Inn. Q: What body are they using? A: Rienna - CBBE (More specifically using a bodyslide I made) Raziel and Durion: Better males Q: Any other body types than CBBE? A: At this time, no. I primarily use the CBBE as there are more mods for it. If enough demand for it, I may consider it. Q: Is there an SoS patch for Durion and Raziel? A: Why yes. Yes there is. Credits RaceMenu by Expired Beards by Hvergelmir Calientes Female Body Mod Big Bottom Edition -CBBE- by Caliente Smooth Body Textures for better males by Urshi Ningheim Race by Seren4XX RaceCompatibility for Skyrim and Dawnguard Brows by Hvergelmir Chris57 and FavoredSoul - Better males Seductive Lips HD by EcthelionOtW Leyenda Skin by HeroedeLeyenda KS Hairdos - Renewal by Kalilies Fine Face Textures by Urshi XCE -Warpaints and Dirt by Xenius Sos by VectorPlexus and Smurf Please let me know if there is any lack of mentioning in credits. Thank you very much, great modders!! Known Bugs Durion's and Raziel's right eye is a little weird. It's kinda like they're blind in that eye and if the sun it's it just right, it has a strong shine to it. I'm not sure how to fix this but it's not that noticable. For some reason, using the Durion/Ahtar replacer causes him to walk from the palace to the execution block causing a long delay for that scene. Also he may not kill Roggvir. I recommend either using the console to kill Roggvir once Durion is on the stage or using the replacer after the scene is done. Raziel does NOT have the same bug! (Or at least he shouldn't...) Durion and Raziel also has a neck seam with the Better males version. That's just how the textures are. I recommend using the SoS patch as there is less of a seam with that or using a different texture all together. I also recommend The Veteran Skin by ZwabberdieBo for Raziel to give him a more mature, veteran look. Will upload that version when I finish getting permissions! -
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View File Please read the forum topic for more information. Submitter avebrave Submitted 07/18/2013 Category Races Requires
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The Renegade: Chapter 18: The Cursed Tribe The Renegade: Chapter 19: Light-bringer The Renegade: Chapter 20: Poisoned Dagger The Renegade: Chapter 21: Sithis' Omen The Renegade: Chapter 22: The Autumn of the King
