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The Sisterhood of Dibella SE (February 2023) View File This is the official Special Edition version of Sisterhood of Dibella. You can view the full details at the Legendary Edition page here. Features: Assist in the initiation of an older Sybil of Dibella Improved Sisterhood of Dibella, with better outfits and activities Improvements to the Temple (beds, items, scripted altar) Traveling Sisters with unique services A new model for marks of Dibella. Redeem marks to the Sybil for perk points. Scripted initiation of the Sybil, with SexLab scenes A new Shrine of Dibella (in a warm location) A quest to become a Travelling Sister and collect donations for the Temple Help - Walkthrough: Sisterhood of Dibella: FAQ Sisterhood of Dibella: Walkthrough User manual (PDF) Requirements: SexLab is required. There is no plan for OStim at the moment. Zaz animation pack V7.0 or later Optional: Fuz Ro D-oh Compatibility: The mod comes as loose files with my current make up of meshes for CBBE. You will want to refresh them with Bodyslides using these converted files: SexLab Dibella Sisterhood Bodyslides Fjotra Replacer This mod was originally intended for female player characters, but I started opening it up to male characters as well. It hasn't been fully tested for male players past the first few quests. SexLab_DibellaCult.esp needs to be loaded BEFORE SexLab_DibellaCult_Sisters.esp You can ignore the 'sisters' add on if you don't care about seeing the sisters change outfits during the quest. This mod is designed to fit in with my other mods: SexLab Hormones - The stone flowers on the altar in the temple act as in-game configuration options. One of these options enables a forced sex change after the quest to retrieve Fjotra from captivity. That sex change will only work if you have Hormones installed. Sanguine Debauchery + - Sleeping in the Temple gives you a 50% chance of visiting Sanguine's Dreamworld. Sanguine will also recognize you started the quest with the sisters and make some comments about it occasionally. Acknowledgements: This mod includes assets from the following mods (with permission) Mark of Dibella model based on Gold Coins of the world @azmodan22 for unique Dibella statues. Thanks again for the contribution! @Verodor for the German translation @Content_Consumer , @Skoalbite and @Old_book for dialogues Agent of Dibella outfit for the player ( KIBELIUS outfit - only the dress ) Sybil corrupted ( R18pn lingerie by KURESE ) Sybil pure ( Salome dress CBBE convert by Chupy ) Sisters corrupted ( Jewelry outfit for CBBE by Gatti ) Sisters pure ( Ashara Imperial Wedding Dress for UNP by SydneyB ) Submitter DeepBlueFrog Submitted 02/28/2023 Category Quests Requires SexLab, Zaz animation pack Regular Edition Compatible Not Applicable  

SexLab Alicia Painslut (January 2021) View File A few words of background. This mod is an extension of the unique voice acted character mod Alicia PainSlut by DDproductions83 - you can download the original version in this thread. DDproductions83 was kind enough to let me run away with updates from his mod, so you do not need to download the original version if you want to use this sexlab version. All the files should be included. This mod (the sexlab version) is currently in a state of advanced beta. Current discussion thread WIP Discussion thread: (locked) -- SexLab Alicia PainSlut Original voice acted mod by DDproductions83 Port to SexLab and customizations by SkyrimLL. Description -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back story - "Once in a generation, Sanguine selects a special pet and sees that she is raised for his personal enjoyment. For reasons unknown, her name is always Alicia. She is the whore often depicted under Sanguine's thumb." Alicia, a unique S&M and fully voiced companion available for your pleasure. Find her in a cellar under Hjerim (Player house in Windhelm) Many thanks to DDproductions83 for allowing me to build on his fantastic character and practice modding while making Alicia SexLab aware. What changed from the original version: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - support for SexLab actions - support for default and advanced follower behaviors. - support for Zaz animation pack items (gags) - multiple personalities (two for now) - dynamic stats based on how you treat her (the more you hit her, the stronger she gets) - dynamic perks based on how horny she gets (related to hit rate) - quest to discover her origin and control her fate - moved to Windhelm (Hjerim) and loosely integrated with the Butcher's quest Previous change log: Alicia 3.0 - Halloween release - is a complete rewrite of SexLab Alicia PainSlut. Treat it as a new mod. Upgrades will be unpredictable. If you already have version 2.02 installed: - Dismiss Alicia (using a Banish Alicia spell if possible) and quit your game - Uncheck the old mod (and remove the esp, esm and bsa files) - Load your game without the mod and save again - Reload with the new mod checked and go find Alicia in her basement This should work, although I have not tested an upgrade. Make sure to read the release notes and the forum posts! And as always, save your gave before upgrading in case something really wrong happens. Be careful and save before installing this version! The optional zip file only includes vanilla body and textures to give you a sense of where files should go. No need for me to include CBBE, UNP or any other resource for your favorite body mod. Requirements -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - SexLab framework 1.53 or later (http://www.loverslab.com/files/file/150-skyrim-sexlab-sex-animation-framework-v111b-updated-0710/). - Zaz Animation Pack 6.0 or later ( http://www.loverslab.com/files/file/156-zaz-animation-pack/ ) For her Whip (in the basement chest), bondage equipment and torture devices. - XP32 Maximum skeleton ( http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/26800/? ) :: This is a suggestion if you don't have an enhanced skeleton. If are using one, install the optional files and copy your skeleton/ body shape files to Alicia's folders. Optional but strongly recommended: - Fuz Ro D-oh ( http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/14884/? ) Installation -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Compatibility -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Troubleshooting -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mods used to customize her in the screenshots: - Injured bodies and faces - UNP Mature : Different levels of cuts for her skin - UNP petite : for the base body - BodySlide for UNP: for the body morph With that, I highly recommend using an enhanced blood effect and giving her a basic armor and just knives to get the full effect of her companionship Credits -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - 'Old Book' for testing - 'NathanSteele' for some of the new books content - Insanity's food mod resource (for the pumpkin model) - Skin textures for Alicia by Ekirts Ykcul ( http://www.loverslab.com/files/file/835-skintextures/ ) - Default 'ceremonial armor' from TERA armors UNP conversion Apologies to Baudelaire for merging and customizing three of his poems: The vampire - Self tormentor - To a red hair girl Check out DDproductions83's mods at: http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/modules/members/index.php?id=1574451 Full change log Submitter DeepBlueFrog Submitted 07/12/2013 Category Other Requires SexLab, Apachii Hair (female), Zaz animation pack Special Edition Compatible No

Hello, I played Skyrim probably about 3000 hours and never yet found good enough mod combination to play vulnerable PC. Many mods debuff the player but do not give any helpers how to survive. Also all the mods use "cock sleeve" or "sex slave" or "slave" to describe sex crazed behaviour. Many of these mods also have bad written lines like SLEN because creator made the mod originally for lesbian sex and you get to there for call men "beautiful". Title image. Thanks to wendysuckcandy. (Outfit in the image is https://www.rektasmarket.com/post/h2135-s-pirate-series-2) Development information has moved to https://github.com/hoppaman/MindOfAHarlot/wiki Development repository https://github.com/hoppaman/MindOfAHarlot TODO: Thanks Sextoys

There was a mod I came across, a long time ago, that billed itself as a custom race and alternate start mod, where in you play as "Sanguine's Daughter". Clothes would make the player weaker, and it had other effects like that. Custom animations, all sorts of things. And I can't find it, I'm going crazy looking for it, I would love to play it.

Hi everyone. Many heroes in fantasy stories go on epic quests. Sometimes it is a quest to slay dragons, other times it is to defeat the armies of the undead. But once in a while you get a hero who gets stuck even before she begins. I present to you part 11 of Kiki's (mis)Adventures. ?

Greetings, dear traveler I am very glad to see you here, and today we are returning to the adventures of the Сo, and namely Sinetiсa! And let's waste no more time, and find out what happened next ^_^ So with that, I wish you all a pleasant viewing and a wonderful week. ^_^ Your feedback, comments and ideas are always welcome.And may the force serve you well

Heretical Gwynolda I wondered about what would happen if Gwynolda would became heretic and started worship Daedra, so I designed an daedric champion look for her, now she is Champion of Sanguine, bringer of Pleasures and Decadence, her body and armour choice reflect her corruption. Obviously this is non-story just a little fun picture set about this concept. End

Sanguine and her Friend In the darkest corner of Markath, one of the secret house, two figure hiding talking about their interested matters. They were daedras and not ordinary ones. One of them is Sydra, horned winged woman with skin colored like the fire of the deadlands, daedric markings all over her body and a bit jewelry on her nipples, her eyes was a bit lighter colored, but still resembled the flames. Sydra: Sanguine, do you want do something fun? The other figure was Sanguine, daedric prince of debauchery posing as an female dremora. Sanguine: What kind of fun? Some of your fun things are not fit well with me. Sydra: Ohhhh you will like this one, Sanguine.. Sanguine: Well, as long as it fun for me, I'm in, tell me Sydra what are you planning... Sydra: This is Markarth, in this corrupt miserable stone, there is the sisterhood of Dibella, while her group here is heretical and rotten, there is one flower in the basket, her Sybill... Sanguine: Sybill of Dibella, huh.... Sydra: Why don't descreate her? Rot her, corrupt her making her a mockery of what our enemy Dibella stand... Sanguine: Sounds fun... why not do something else why talking about this.. Sydra: Like? Sanguine: You have a large thing put it use... They started get ready for sex, while talking about the "fun" plan. Sydra: Well it was a while... Sanguine: Yes, so what do you know about this Sybill? Sydra: She is a young woman from the sisterhood, already passed her initation.. Sanguine: You are large... Sanguine: Ahhhhhh!! You choosed my other hole do you? Sydra: I prefer the destruction of that hole, yes I choosed that, but it doesn't affect you that much... Sanguine: True.. Sydra: Back to the subject, I heard she is beautiful, I wonder how much would enchant her look by covered cum of my... Sydra: I think she would look wonderfully, like she lusting over of my cock, losing all of her controll and her face simply shows how much she desires just pleasure withouth bothering the love.... Sanguine: Thats just perfect... Sanguine: Ohhhhhh! Sydra: Yeahhhh!! I think I taste you there... She started lick the Daedric Prince's pussy.. Sydra: Mmmmmm.. Sanguine: you doing great!, Do you know who is the current Sybill? She started fuck her again, Sydra was about finishing her.. Sydra: Not yet, but one my servant are on the matter, soon she give the answer.. Sanguine: Uhhhh, you going deep as possible with that dong do you? Sydra cummed in to the deepest spot in to Sanguine's ass, that deep even the cum could not seen... Sydra: Well I took literally the destruction sorry... Sanguine: Ohhhh...that was mean... Sanguine jumped on her and started footjobbing her dick, mercilessy... Sanguine: Lets not forget your manners, Half One...., you still dealing with an Daedric Prince... Sydra: Ahhh.... Sanguine: Fine by me, you can count me on this little plan of yours, I have some grudge with Dibella's Sybills. Sydra: Excellent... End

Flame-Child: Part Two Chapter Six: Cycles (Part Two) Last: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/156/entry-2773-flame-child-part-two-chapter-five-cycles-part-one/ Next:http://www.loverslab.com/blog/156/entry-2775-flame-child-part-two-chapter-seven-cycles-part-three/ Second Cycle

In Brightest Day In Blackest Night No amount of mead shall escape my sight. Let though who worship sober peoples might. Beware my power. Me-BLURG!!! Sera and Aria belong to Agent Tex, feel free to read their stories in his blog. http://www.loverslab.com/blog/293-aria-and-phoenixs-mis-adventures-in-tamriel/ Other Parts. Part 2: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-2597-drunkest-night-26/ Part 3: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-2463-drunkest-night-36/ Part 4: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-2464-drunkest-night-46/ Part 5: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-2599-drunkest-night-56/ Part 6: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-2600-drunkest-night-66/

What does the Housecarl Desire? Lydia is mourning alone in the hall of dead, her Thane is died in the battle, as an housecarl she need pay her respect to her former Thane. Sanguine noticed the sadness in her. Sanguine: Poor Poor Lydia... She looked az her and simply, became sad. Sanguine: She lost her Thane, such a sad thing. Sanguine expression took Lydia's sadness and she felt she need do something with the girl. Sanguine: This make me sad too, poor housecarl she can't be used by sex object by her thane, what a sorrowful day for a young housecarl.. Sanguine decided took the matter in her hand. Sanguine: Don't worry my darling, Sanguine take care your desires. She went closer to her to the grieving housecarl. Sanguine: I'm here, everything will be fine now.. Sanguine: I saw how you served him, I know your desires Lydia. Sanguine took of her clothes, Lydia did not noticed. Sanguine: Soon you can be used.. Sanguine: Like before... Sanguine is got ready to cast her spell. Sanguine: As a cumdump.. Sanguine transformed into her Thane daedric version, she took his shape. Sanguine stood up and greeted her. Sanguine: My dear Lydia, I returned to you, ready to serve? Lydia: My Thane??? Lydia face's expression was full of fear and confusion, she did not know what happened, but as housecarl she was ready to serve. Lydia: Yes my Thane! your orders? Sanguine: I want use your tight asshole, bend it over. Lydia did comply the orders, she bended over and Sanguine put his dick to her asshole. Sanguine: I did miss this my hole.. Do you miss me? Lydia: Yes my Thane! Sanguine got rougher, started fucking her hole harder. Sanguine: Lies! Lydia: Ahhhhhhh!! Sanguine: You just a cumdump, Housecarl, do you enjoy being that? Lydia: Yes my Thane!! Sanguine: I cumming into your filthy hole dump. Lydia: I'm honored my Thane.. After cumming her, Sanguine used his magic and grabbed her with it. Sanguine: Now then Lydia lets say your oath... Lydia: My Thane are you magican? He started pull his staff to her pussy. Sanguine: The oath! Lydia: I sworn to carry your burdens, protecting my Thane.... Sanguine: Again wrong! As she not give the answers he expected the staff went deeper. Lydia: I only exist to serve my Thane, I am nothing more just a cumdump, a worthless vessel for his sexual satisfaction, I am just a talking hole ready to fill warm cum of my Thane. He brought her to his dick. Sanguine: Good girl! Your reward, remember shallow it! After it, he brought her ass to his dick and started use her asshole again. Lydia: Use me!! Ah!!!! Lydia: I am just your cumdump!! Ahhhhh!! He cummed in to her. Lydia: Yes!!! Cum in me!!! After finishing, Sanguine reverted to her form and leaved Lydia naked, cummed in ass to the hail of dead. Sanguine: Look at you much happier, now you are just a degraded to a walking cumdump, who only exist to serve her owners, who ever get you next, it will be lucky. Your desire is granted Lydia, get filled well and carry those burdens from balls.. End

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, even though there was a short break. Happy New Year to you all!

Sanguine & Whiterun The sound of cheer, joy and fun in the Misty groove, however one sound is not the same, from one person Sanguine is bored of this party Sanguine: This drunkards bore me.. Her expression is full her boredom, uninterest and monotomy.. Sanguine: It was fun first, but these guys aren't doing anything else than drink and vomiting each other no orgy, no sex, no fetish, just alcohol and even the most shittiest one... Sanguine: Hmmmm, what should I do? I bored..wait... She stand up and looked them. Sanguine: Why don't just get rid them and go some fun place? As soon as she said the bad news, the sound of the party changed into something else. Sanguine: Hmmmpp!! The party is over!!! Drunkards: Why? Ahhhhh!! You supposed to be fun prince!!! Debauchery my ass... Sanguine: Well my dear ungrateful guest, I can send you to another party, in Coldharbor..it will be fun bye assholes... After get riding of the ungrateful drunkards, she decides to go whiterun for fun.. Sanguine: This place got dull, ehhhh, time to spice it up. She went to the Dragonsreach throne room and started planning her fun. Sanguine: Ahhh good old Balgruuf, ever since lost his lover, he doesn't do too much fun and his hold is boring, but he has a little secret. Sanguine: His little secret is a mere act of his stream blowing off, he simply start fapping secretly. Balgruuf: Time to use my rusty sword... Sanguine: Hmmm lets make it more fun shall we? She took her rose and started analysing him. Sanguine: Show me your darkest desires... Sanguine: Favorite pose missionary, likes vanilla sex, and what he desires the most is simply fapping? My my you are boring, need my blessing for your life. Balgruuf: Stupid drawner is looking at me, I need cum now.. Sanguine: Really? She aimed her rose to him and casted. Sanguine: Bam! Lets give this poor sod some fetish! Sanguine: Now then he got my blessing, fun is coming, lets say he doing his usual thing and fresh young servant girl go to the wrong room, i altered his libido he will jump on the poor girl, (chuckles) Sanguine changed herself to an nordic servant girl. Sanguine: A bit of alteration and ready to go, obviusly I will take the servant girl role, I need make him fun for the sake of the hold. She walked in the room and yelled. Sanguine: Ohhhhh!! I'm sorry my milord!! Balgruuf: What!!! He looked her angry and yelled at her. Balgruuf: Girl, who are you, why are you here!!! Sanguine: I'm sorry milord, just a new servant girl, I get lost immediatly.. Balgruuf: No girl you remain, I have a big urge desire of a good fuck, as your Jarl I order to get naked Sanguine: But... Balgruuf: Come on!! Girl.. She took of her clothing Sanguine: Yes milord!! Balgruuf: Nice ass!! Get ready girl!! They started get ready to sex. Sanguine: What an big rustly old sword milord, time to get it use... Balgruuf: Its been a while, when last woman touched my sword. Sanguine: Well milord, time to use it, take it to my sheat. Balgruuf: Yeah... Sanguine: Ahhh yes... Balgruuf: Ahhhhh!!! Balgruuf: Uhhhhhh!!! Sanguine: Hmmmm.. Sanguine: Standard standing fuck... Sanguine: He fucking quite good, but I thought he get more stuff than one pose.. Balgruuf: Damn your fine... Sanguine: This is not enough... I need make him more fun... Balgruuf: I'm cumming!! After the he cummed into her, she started to talk him.. Sanguine: Hmmmm what a big load milord, but.. Balgruuf: But what? Sanguine: I thought you have more fun ideas, than a simple fuck.. Balgruuf: What do you mean girl, you getting on my nerves.. Sanguine: Milord, do your darkest desires with me, your secret fetish, what is your darkest desire? Balgruuf: Well I always wanted to do hard rough anal, with slave irons and use my partners as cumdump... I don't really know since when.. Sanguine: So this is what you got from the my Rose, not bad at all... Sanguine: milord use me as your sex slave, a mere cumdump, satisfy your desires on this young servant girl! Balgruuf: Looks it this night is my luck, took the chains girl! She tooked the old prisoners chains on herself and got ready for Balgruuf desires. Balgruuf: Thats right bend it over! Sanguine: You like it milord? Balgruuf: I like it! Sanguine: Please milord use me!! He started fuck her in roughest way of anal, he known. Sanguine: Ahhhhh!!! Yeah!!! Now we talking! Sanguine: Rougher!!, Deeper!!! Fuck harder!! Milord!! Balgruuf: I cumming slut!! Sanguine: Thats right, there!! Balgruuff: Ahhhh!! Sanguine: Ahhhhhhhhh!!! After the act, he went to sleep, Sanguine get ready to leave. Sanguine: You got tired quite fast... Sanguine: Still this was fun, I wonder how many servant girls will get their round with him.. deed is done, Whiterun will be fun..next time.. End

Lore Cosplay Sanguine Sanguine is Daedric Prince of debauchery, hedonism and darker nature of the passionate joys like sex and drinking. Sanguine is rumored to have thousand of realms, althought those are rather little places with enough place for parties, orgies or anything he interested. He is hated by Dibella and Mara, because he's spheres are conflicting with Mara and his ones are simply corrupted versions of Dibella's. He's sphere's often mistaken with Dibella's one due the similarity, her followers might find themsels at his side, if they go further than Dibella allows. Sanguine generally favors drunks and sluts and anyone who is fun for him for followers. He took rather simplistic forms, like Dremora's, sometimes even took form of regular mortal folks in Nirm, usually he prefers being horned headed with some bottle of drink. Sanguine is generally harmless for the folks of Nirm, however if they spend too much time with him, they get the short stick quite fast. End

Hey, it's me, Destana. After a year of making the Thieves' Guild great, learning to play Lute better, slaying dragons, raiding forts and 'persuading' them to join the Stormcloaks, attending magic college and having Damien, my son (with a couple months off before and a week off after for me), Ulfric and the gang were ready to raid Solitude. I decided I would leave Damien with Iona and Sanguine. He didn't want to get involved this time. Something about meddling in the affairs of mortals far too much. (Honestly, I think he was getting bored of Skyrim). So I brought the regular crew: Inigo, Sofia, Vilja and Shirley. I want to say it was an epic battle. It was, of course. Ultimately, General Tullius fell like so many of his men before him. It all came down to him and his main guard. When she said she would fight to the last breath, I had been behind her and slit her throat before the boys could lay into her. Then Tullius. Ulfric nodded to me, "Do you want to do the honors?" Part of me thought there might have been too much killing these past few months, but I was still on my high horse about doing whatever I wanted. "Do it. I want a clean death," Tullius said, "The harshness of Skyrim has a way of carving a man down to his true self." "Damn. This man speaks truth," I said back. I took out a dagger and stabbed him. We walked out into the courtyard and presented the General's body to the amassed people, including Jarl Elisif the Fair. Galmar shouted, "I present to you, Ulfric Stormcloak, hero of the people, liberator and High King of Skyrim! "I am indeed Ulfric Stormcloak, and at my side the woman we know as Stormblade, and the world knows as the Dragonborn," Ulfric said. "Velvet Acid Talos," I muttered, but I held my tongue because I didn't want to interrupt his speech. "And indeed, there are many that call us heroes. But it is all of you who are the true heroes! It was you who fought a dying Empire who sunk its claws into our land, trying to drag us down with it. It was you who fought the Thalmor and their puppets who would have us deny our gods and our heritage. It was you who fought your kin who didn't understand our cause, who weren't willing to pay the price of our freedom. But more than that, it was you who fought for Skyrim, for our right to fight our own battles... to return to our glory and traditions, to determine our own future!" Ulfric continued, "And it is for these reasons that I cannot accept the mantle of 'High King.' Not until the Moot declares that title should adorn my shoulders will I accept it. "I would swear my fealty to you, Jarl Ulfric!" Elisif shouted back. "You, of course, will remain Jarl of Solitude," Ulfric reponded. He paused, then continued, "A great darkness is growing, and soon we will be called to fight it, on these shores or abroad. The Aldmeri Dominion may have defeated the Empire, but it has not...defeated... Skyrim!" He walked over to us as the crowd cheered. "I told you not to call me Dragonborn. It's a silly legend," I said. "Even so, Stormblade, it's our legend," Galmar said. "So when are you going to be High King? What does it take for the moot to meet?" "Now, I wait," Ulfric replied. "Smart call, Ulfric," Galmar nodded, "Letting Elisir keep her life. You will be High King some day." "Damn, it was nice having you on this one, Ulfric. Your shouts are almost as good as mine," I smirked. "Because you're dragonborn, you cheater," Ulfric replied, "Took me ten years to learn Unrelenting Force." I chuckled, "Maybe you should join my team in the field someday. Maybe it's combat experience that made me so damn good." Ulfric and Galmar laughed. I counted up my dragon souls in my head. Nine. I only have basic shouts though, as I hadn't looked for any more word walls. We retired to Windhelm. I hung out at the Palace of Kings for a few hours, reveling with the Stormcloaks and my group. But it was a sad revel this day. I knew this campaign was at an end. They would stay here, though some would scatter to occupy the holds and keep them from falling back into Imperial rule, and I had my own business to conduct. Of course, I had one more night with Ulfric for the road, as I knew it might be a while until I saw him again. I'm strange like that. I think I like having sex with important and exotic people. Part of me says it's because of the novelty. Part of me has a roll of parchment in my pocket and I'm checking off important men (and women) as they come along. I returned to Riften, to find Sanguine on one of his 'business trips.' I cuddled my baby through the night. In the morning, I gathered together my group. Sitting at the table in Honeyside, I said, "You guys. This last year has been awesome. And we never thought of a name for our group." "How about the Dragon..." "Don't you say it too, Sofia," I growled. Inigo added, "Fusrodorians!" "The Fighting Mongooses," Vilja said. "How about the Stormblade Sentry?" Sofia asked. "Damn. For once you said something smart, Sofia. Okay. I'll allow it," I said. "Thanks... hey wait!" She started. I tossed a fat sack of coins on the table, "This is your final paycheck." "But why? You need us!" Sofia said. Sofia was kind of annoying, and she never shut up. But she was good in a fight, and really good looking, so I let it slide most of the time. "I definitely don't. But I WILL miss you," I replied, "There's no reason for me to roll around with a huge company for the time being. I promise I'll come call on you again someday." "You know, we never did my quest," Vilja said. "Stick around. I'll pay you to look after Damien. I promise I will help you with it someday," I smiled. To be honest, Vilja and I had never really connected. Maybe it was her vacant eyes and responses that made no godsdamn sense. "I will see you again, friend, I know it. I'll be hanging out in the Riften prison," Inigo said. "Again with the prison. You know I'm thane here. And Whiterun. We have more than enough money to buy the vacant house in Whiterun and put you up there." Shirley nodded, "I expected this day would come. Especially with your new baby. You deserve a vacation." Shirley had always been like a grandma to me. And extremely durable to boot. I said goodbye to them and they all went their separate ways. I told Sanguine later that I'd be going it alone for a little while. He was okay with that, which I figured. He always seemed to be the last one in combat. Immortality has it's drawbacks too I guess. Though, maybe he'd just revive in Oblivion? "You know, you're right. Although we might not see each other again if I die," he explained when I asked him, "It can take days. Or decades. Or centuries." Vacation? Fat chance. But I was still thinking about where I would go and what I would do. The Dark Brotherhood didn't seem like they needed me for now. The Thieves' Guild was great again and they seemed not to need me anymore (all I had left to do at this point was to turn in the Skeleton Key, which I was considering because I'm such a nice person). I could investigate the Orb for the mages... Ultimately I decided to do a couple of low-impact jobs to get myself back in the solo-adventuring mood. I would need to modify my fighting style if I was going to go it alone. I thought on my skills, and my fallbacks were utter mastery of archery, stealth and lockpicking and my mid-level skill at pickpocketing, one-handed weapons, light armor and shields. But now I was a mage too. Illusion was probably my best skill, being good enough to bend minds and make myself invisible (adept+). My destruction was adept at best. Allies don't like you blowing them up with your enemies. Conjuration: adept at best, as I usually had enough real meat shields to tank for me. Restoration was fairly high, seeing as how I spent a lot of time patching up allies. Alteration was a side skill, and I only had enough for mild conveniences. And enchanting... what the heck is enchanting? I'd never spent much time on any of the crafting professions for the same reason Vikings never learned to farm - I usually take such things from my enemies. The first thing I did was explore the tunnels around the Ragged Flagon. Seemed like a light warmup now that I was... let's say 'unburdened' by pregnancy. Mostly rats and stray vampires. I kept my distance and burned/shot them from afar. But what intrigued me was the reports of ghosts I'd heard about when I first started here. I delved deeper into the tunnels and found that there were actually ghosts down there. I made them double dead. There was a sword there I snagged - Dawnfang. So I finally got a replacement for Dragon's Oath. Then as I was reading my quest log in the Flagon later that evening, I noticed I have a note about some bandits stealing the Armor of the Crusaders. I went to get it and blew them up. Amateurs don't deserve such nice armor. Let me tell you, it looks hideous on me. I kept the body piece, with the Nightingale Gloves and Boots. Helmet? Are there invisible helmets anywhere? I went with a Circlet of Archery or Destruction for now. Then I returned the Skeleton Key. I returned to my baby and did things mothers do with their babies. In the morning, I returned to the Flagon. Brynjolf said he wanted to see me, now that I finally returned it. "So you've finally decided to return the thing that was cursing us to begin with," Brynjolf smirked as I approached. "Nocturnal and I had an arrangement," I said, which may or may not have been a lie. I mean, I did pray to her sometimes when I was about to steal things, and I kept praying to her to tell her I was going to return it when the guild reached this point. And now I'd fulfilled my end of the bargain. Brynjolf continued, "Well, my friend... the time's come to make it official. It's time to become our Guild Master. Don't worry, I promise this will be short and sweet. If you'll just meet us in the center of the cistern room, we can begin." I walked to the center of the cistern and all the many members of the guild surrounded me. The inner circle, Vex, Delvin, Karliah and Brynjolf were in the inner ring, with everyone else in the outer ring. Brynjolf started, "Look, I've never been good at these things, so I'm just going to keep it short. Being Guild Master means more than just getting a cut of all the loot, it's about being a leader and keeping this rabble in order. With that in mind, I propose that the position of Guild Master should be yours. Delvin?" "Agreed." "Vex?" "Sure, why not," she replied. "Karliah?" Brynjolf continued. "Absolutely." "Everyone is in agreement, so all I can do now is name you Guild Master and wish you good fortune and long life," Brynjolf smiled. He handed me a key and a necklace while Tonilia stepped up to hand me Guild Master's armor, "And..." "And?" "And we have a little treat set up for you," he continued. "Treat?" I smiled, not sure if they were about to all knife me in the back or give me a chest of gold. But when all of them started to take their clothes off, it became clear what was going on. "You're the cumdump, right?" Vex snickered. "One last go-around before we have to call you boss," Delvin smiled at me. I instinctively pulled my armor off, "You know that position is still going to be okay by me, right?" That was a long day. I don't know if you know this, but because of my 'vigorous' recruitment (and of course, a lot by some of the higher ups) the guild has over thirty members. And they all got their turn. Afterward, I felt like I needed a bath, possibly a Skooma, and a priest. I retired to Honeysideto snuggle up with Sanguine after a thorough scrubbing. And... it'd been a few days since I'd seen him so we had sex too. But in the morning. With all that, I took a few days before I went adventuring again. I talked to Brynjolf and we decided he was going to be the front man. I was more the planning guy who collected earnings. I think I'd stolen everything possible from Skyrim - at this point the Ragged Flagon was much less ragged, and was lit up with opulence, with fence shops like a black market. Though, it was still in the sewers. Speaking of priests, I decided I would go get Mara's blessing after that display. You can't be too careful. Maybe go figure out what is with the Dibellan Priestesses at some point. I walked into the church to find nobody there, so I sat and waited, realizing I'd gotten up early in the morning. "Ah, greetings Thane," Dinya smiled, tidying up around the shrine. "What's that altar there?" "He calls himself Dudestia. A small, cult following. Apparently, not one of the big divines. More like a friend of Mara, I guess," Dinya said, "Have you met our new priests?" I shook my head. "One of them is from Nyhus, along the Cyrodiil border. Have you ever been to Cyrodiil?" I shook my head again, "Can't say I have. I've been thinking about getting away for a while. I certainly have the money to take a trip to Cyrodiil, or Elswyer. Maybe just a jaunt to Bruma." "What about Hammerfell?" She asked, turning to me. "Hmm..." I thought, "Maybe someday. But there's not really anything for me there now." I looked up at the sun, and down at my now leaking boobs. "Blah. Time to nurse again. Damien's probably up by now. Sorry, gotta go," I stood and walked towards the door. "Beautiful motherhood," she said, "I look forward to our next meeting." I opened the door. "Oh, and congratulations!" Dinya said as I was leaving. I froze, then turned around. She didn't know I was Thieves' Guild Master. She probably didn't know I was one of the leaders of the Stormcloak rebellion. I mean... I had Damien nearly a month ago. Maybe it was that? "Congratulations for what?" I asked finally. "Oh, you don't know?" She asked. I blinked, "I must be in some kind of deja vu level of Oblivion. Is this really happening again?" Dinya blinked, "It seems as though it is. You're pregnant again." "...Shut up. You're not serious," I'm sure my face contorted into something that looked like rage, but then I calmed and turned to look at her. I walked back over, "Okay. Okay. Could you do the test, and just like before..." "You want to know who the father is?" Dinya asked. ".....Yes," I said, a little embarrassed, though I don't really know why. She closed her eyes, and focused for a few seconds, "Ulfric Stormcloak." I pursed my lips, stood, and started to walk out. I turned back towards her, said nothing, then walked out. "Congratulations!" Maramal emerged from the back just in time to shout. I guess he'd been eavesdropping. "Shut the fuck..." The door slammed that'd been shutting behind me. I took a deep breath. I wondered how Sanguine was going to take this. I imagined, probably alright. One of the byproducts of so much debauchery was children. I walked in to Honeyside and sat at the dining table. Sanguine emerged from whatever he'd been doing downstairs and handed me Damien, which I popped on my boob. "Hey, can I tell you something disturbing and somewhat incriminating?" "Dear, you are a criminal. And I assure you I cannot be disturbed," he sat down opposite me. "I'm pregnant again," I said. "I figured it'd happen sooner or later, because we never use protection. So damning," he chuckled. "It's not yours," I said. He looked at me silently for a few seconds, then he smiled again, "I was just pausing so you'd get the worst anxiety about my answer." He laughed, "I also figured that would happen too." "Not mad, are you?" He took my hands, "We both entered into this knowing the other wasn't going to be exclusive. Why the hell would I be mad? Would it surprise you to know I've fucked probably over a million people in my time?" "Just how old are you, anyway?" "I dunno. What is time, even? If you want to get technical, I'm et'Ada, a spirit who has been around since the beginning. I vaguely remember the First Era, the Merethic, Dawn and before. Though understanding and reality wasn't what it now is," Sanguine replied. "That's a very cerebral answer," I smiled. I knew he wouldn't be mad. It did make me feel small, though. I always knew I was merely a blip in the infinity of his immortality. This made me sad. But, after I thought about it, it made me feel a little happier. The most beautiful flower only blooms for a short time. "Hey, you asked," he smiled, "Are you going to be just as rough on yourself during this pregnancy as the last time?" "I think," I started, "I'm going to check out what's going on with Helgen. But that's it. I'll keep attending classes and getting better with magic." "Say, dear," Sanguine said. "Yes?" "This might sound out of left field." "What is it?" "Do you want to adopt a child?" "Well... why?" "There's a young girl down at Honorhall that's been there since adoptions started. I walk around town sometimes and I notice her, looking sad. Almost all the original orphans from when you murdered that old crone have already been adopted. What do you think?" "I think..." I was going to say he doesn't always think his decisions through. But then instead I said, "Alright, sure. Iona, think you can take care of another couple kids?" Iona stepped in, "I am your sword AND your shield." Sanguine and I looked at each other. Crippling social anxiety makes her say random phrases? "I think, also, we should find a bigger house," Sanguine put his feet up on the table. I nodded, taking a couple of Skyrim Guidebooks off the shelves and flipping through them on the table. "Says here there's a plot available in northern Skyrim," I said, "That's right next to that abandoned shack the Dark Brotherhood kidnapped me in. Could provide easy access when I start working with them again." "What hold?" Sanguine asked. "Ugh," I cringed, "Solitude. I HATE Solitude. But the location is so good. It's right next to the Sea of Ghosts. And we can design it. Ugh... Solitude. I guess I'll work on that. But that will be all for this pregnancy. Maybe if I figure out a better telekinesis spell I can help build it without moving a muscle." Sanguine laughed. I guess I was going to Solitude to do some more 'public service.' But first I would stop off in Windhelm to break the news to Ulfric. I technically could marry two people, due to the new Tenets of Dudestia, but I didn't really want to marry Ulfric. Our relationship was more casual than that. We were friends; war buddies. The sex was convenient. When I arrived, he was brooding on his throne, and I was thinking on what I would say. It'd only been weeks since I saw him, and he seemed not to have made a single move; politically or otherwise, but it seemed like it'd been a while for me. I stood in the doorway, thinking about what was going to happen.

Hey, it's Destana again. Last time I traveled around Skyrim and tied up a lot of loose ends. But this is a special occasion. Now that I established an actual home, I returned to the bedroll under the Honningbrew Meadery and slept there. I was taken to Sanguine's realm, as before. "If it isn't my adherent," he looked up from whipping a young lady, "What brings you here?" I approached him, pulling away the Nightingale armor around my collar. Sanguine blinked, "You're bold. Look at you, wearing an Amulet of Mara. Interested in me, are you?" "What do you say?" I asked, "You're immortal, right? It'll only be until my death do us part. At the very least, come with me to Nirn. You don't get out enough." Sanguine's smile grew slowly, "Do you know what you're asking?" I smiled, "I do." He chuckled, waving his hands, and the realm around us dematerialized. We were standing next to his statue in the caves. Him, in a blue toga in his full daedric form instead of armor. "Are you sure you'd be interested in a life together?" Sanguine asked, "You are interesting company. More than interesting." "I'd be more than interested," I replied. He grinned again, "All of Skyrim... All of Nirn better get ready to stand the fuck aside then." He chuckled like a low rumble. "Let's go to Riften. That's where the chapel is." "Sure. Sure they'll accept a red man like myself?" He asked, then he added, "Well actually, they'll see Sam. I'll meet you there." I stopped off and got a wedding dress, then I made my way to Riften. It wasn't a big ceremony. Up until this point I haven't made my life the type that puts down roots or keeps friends that have an established place in the world. Even this wedding ceremony wasn't exactly normal. I'm sure the Sam disguise looked acceptable and normal, and Sanguine looked good in his blue robes that offset his red daedric skin, that's not what I mean. I mean monogamy was not in our blood. I most certainly was going to continue doing whatever I wanted with my body, and I'm certain he would do the same. This ceremony was a declaration of love, not of ownership. I walked into the ceremony in my red and white wedding dress, looking beautiful. Maramal made a lot of declarations, but I wasn't really listening. "Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?" He asked at the end. "I do." "And you?" "I do," Sanguine replied. We kissed, and that was that. Maramal gave us rings. "It's a simple ceremony, but it'll do. You're here. That's what is important," Sanguine said as we walked out. "Now, let's go to Honeyside. I just bought it," I smiled, "It may not be up to your normal standards, but, it's what I have for now." "I'd be honored," Sanguine replied, and we went to my house in Riften. Obviously our honeymoon was no different from when we first met. We fucked each other's brains out for four solid days. Iona supplied us with regular food and water. Eventually, though, he learned that I was pregnant. "You know I would've been there for the child whether or not this (marriage) happened, right?" He asked. "I'm not into taking people's decisions away from them," I replied, "If you want to be a father, then that's your choice." After about a week, I decided I was not going to quit adventuring yet. "How'd you like to come with me?" I asked. "Come with you? On your adventures?" He asked. "Yeah. I've been thinking I'm putting myself in far too many dangerous situations. There's a civil war brewing without the bodies to get it off the ground. I need to go catch Mercer before he gets out of Skyrim and is gone forever. There's a lot to do. So I've decided I'm going to start... not an army. An adventuring company? I learned some basic Restoration and Illusion that augments allies, and I think some meat shields would do me good," I pontificated. I had been thinking back to all the possible companions offering their services that I'd seen or heard of in my travels. A number of names came to mind, but I decided I would narrow it down to only a few, and try to maintain some semblance of balance. I would be the back guy, the thief, and perhaps a healing type. Cue the montage music. - I would need at least one more melee fighter. I handed Sanguine the Dragon's Oath as part of our initial planning phase for this. I would wield the Nightingale Blade and daggers for now (if needed). He of course told me he had centuries of combat experience. But he decided for today he was going to sit out the recruiting, "My, this place is atrocious. I'm going to clean up in here." - I needed one or two ranged attackers. After asking around, I realized there was a strange man in the Riften Jail I'd passed on one of my first days in Riften. Somebody in jail was murderhobo/unattached enough for me. I approached the cell. "Thank the gods! You've finally come to kill me!" "Uh... what?" I asked. "My friend, do you not remember me?" ".....What?" I asked again. "I have wronged you terribly. I must insist that you kill me now, even if your memory is a little fuzzy," he said. "Wait... what is your name?" "I am called Inigo the Brave." "Please, instead of me killing you, how about you take a period of service with me?" I asked. He shrugged, "I think I can agree to that." "But wait, you're in prison. Just let me talk to the Jarl. I'm a thane here." "My friend, I can leave anytime. The guards insist I've done nothing wrong, but they told me I could live in this empty jail cell if I paid them a handsome price," Inigo explained. I smiled, chuckling, "You're a strange cat, Inigo. Any good with a sword? Bows even?" "I do a little of that. And I sneak," he replied. "Good. You can have a spot on my team," I said, then I led him to Honeyside. Sanguine and Iona were sitting at the dinner table. "My love, I cooked you a meal," Sanguine said. "There's no human flesh in here is there?" I asked, half-jokingly. "Just a meat pie. Beef. Not human meat," Sanguine said, "You know I value consent. I'd only serve you human meat if you want it." I pursed my lips, storing that information in the vault. "This is really good," Iona was enjoying a piece already. "I am, unfortunately, without equipment," Inigo said. "And naked," I added, then I walked over to my chest. I grabbed my Elven Armor, from back when I started my journey. Then I tossed it to him and he put it on, "Looks good on you." - Then I remembered that woman, a bard and alchemist, who'd been hanging out in the Bannered Mare. I traveled there, leaving Sanguine at home and just taking Inigo to get her. As I approached, she said, "Have you by any chance seen a goodfornothing Nord?" "No." "He and his friend stole something precious to me, and I need to find them before they do something I'll regret." "This is starting to sound like a quest. I hope a short one, because I'm kind of a quest junkie," I took out my log, flipping through it, "And the quest log is getting awfully heavy." "Will you help?" She asked. "Yeah, I'll help. Do you want to be a part of my burgeoning fighting force if I help you?" I asked, "Of course, I'll have to interview your skills when we get to that point." "Uh.. sure," she replied. We headed to the outskirts of Whiterun. - My next recruit kind fell into my lap. By which, I mean... it was an accident, not that she sat in my lap or anything... That comes later. We'd headed to the Whiterun stables to ride over and find those guys who'd taken Vilja's bottle. And... there was a naked woman there just lying unconscious in the stables. Curious (and... wow, she's really hot. Even more than me!!) I decided I would approach. I poked her with my boot. "Oh hey, it's you," her eyes blinked open, "Oh, I mean, I've never met you before. It's not like I've been following you around or something." "On second thought..." I turned. "Wait... I'm injured! Yeah, injured. I might die if you leave me here. Let me come with you." "You look fine to me," I said. Very fine. "Ok, if you let me come with you, I'll make it worth you while." "I guess I could use more backup," I said. "Yeah, and I'm strong and good-looking too!" "And modest," I smirked, "But if you're so strong why do you need my help? And where are your clothes?" "I... have no idea," she folded her arms. But not to hide her nakedness. She seemed to have no problem with that. She continued, "My name is Sofia, by the way." "I'm going to have to give you some armor. Then we're going to help this one get her thing back," I pointed to Vilja. I handed her the Stormcloak Armor. I wasn't going to use it. Maybe I could find her something better later. We walked over to the Meadery, which is where the Vilja's thugs were discussing her bottle. "Is it possible to turn into a donkey if you're cursed?" The big one asked the smaller one. "So you guys stole from a defenseless woman and now you're cursed," I said, "I can take that cursed bottle off your hands, if you like." "Please, take it!" The big one said, handing it to me. Vilja smiled, "That was easy. I guess an explanation is in order. My grandmother ..." I started to zone out during this explanation. "...Morrowind... " I'm not usually rude, but my quest log was already getting really full. "...Eldergleam Sanctuary..." "Wait, I think I've been there!" I said. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure that was true. But whatever, I offered to go with her there. But first, I was going to take care of rounding out this group! - I still needed a tank. I asked around and looked at my quest log at the hundreds of things I'd written down I picked up over the months here. One note in particular pointed me to a battle-hardened old woman named Shirley who was a veteran of the Great War. THE Great War. The one with the White-Gold Concordant. Heavily armored, two handed weapons. Lots of battle experience. She'd be perfect. She'd been living alone for a number of years at a house in the mountains. Let me tell you, it was not an easy climb. I walked into her house, my entourage already getting somewhat large. She was sitting there in her living room, wearing a purple old dress. "Afternoon travelers, what brings you out here to the boonies?" "I heard you have a lot of experience. I'm forming a fighting force," I said. "Oh sure, sure. I've forgotten more things about war and combat than most people know," Shirley said. I thought she might take a little convincing, so I added, "I'm a pretty good adventurer, but these days, I need protection. See..." I looked down at my stomach. "I understand, honey," she said. "Of course, everybody gets a cut of the spoils," I explained. "Problem is, a nasty group of bandits made off with my sword and bow." I smiled, "Now that's a quest I can get behind. I'll be back." It was close. We were on a mountain, so I casted slow fall and jumped down, running the plains to Silent Moons Camp. With Inigo, Sofia, Vilja and myself, we decimated the bandits there. As we overcame them I grabbed the best pieces off each bandit, grabbing an elven shield for Inigo, a bandit shield, boots and gloves for Sofia, and a full suit of Nordic Plate armor. When we returned, Shirley clapped me on the back. Half war hero, half grandma. She grabbed some steel plate armor, laying it out orderly in front of her. Then she turned, pulling off the purple dress (still in underwear). And man... grandma was jacked! Despite being old, she was covered in muscle and scars! "Wow!" One of the group said. "I try to stay in shape," the old lady chuckled. I stopped her from suiting up, taking out the Nordic Plate, "Here, think of it as an advance. The Bandit Chief was wearing it." "Pretty neat fringe benefits!" She chuckled. Then I handed held out her enchanted greatsword and her bow covered in leaves and vines. "Ready," she said. "Now for the final piece we're going to go get find Mercer Frey. Think of this as your test run. To the victor goes the spoils." We traveled to Riften, it having been a couple days of travel gathering this group. I walked into Honeyside again with my entourage. Sanguine was waiting there, "You have quite the group. About to go on adventure?" "Yeah. We're going to ... Irk... whatever, a ruin. There are two more waiting for me there so I think I'm going to leave you and Iona here for this one," I explained. "Me coming was an option?" Iona asked. "Just have a bite to eat and I'll be waiting," Sanguine smiled, "Oh, and I may have some business to take care of from time to time in Oblivion, so don't expect me to be here 24 hours a day." "Of course, you're an important man." I dipped into my camping skills and constructed a four person tent and bedrolls and set it up for them, as there weren't enough beds for everyone. We set out for ... the ruin in the morning, fighting some bandits at the entrance, then finding more dead inside. Brynjolf and Karliah were waiting for me just past them. To be honest, we steamrolled the dungeon. I kept Rally up on the group and hung back with bow (and crossbow) while they did the dirty work. We got to the end of the Falmer and Dwemer tech and found Mercer prying the eyes of the Falmer out of a giant snow elf statue. "You can't get the drop on me, Karliah!" Mercer turned to find me, Brynjolf, Karliah, Inigo, Sofia, Vilja, and Shirley waiting for him. A storm of arrows before he turned invisible. "Trying to escape?" I shouted, "You were a fool to think we weren't going to bring backup. If the rest of the guild weren't a bunch of sneakthieves who avoid combat I'd've brought them too." One of the arrows somebody'd hit him with was sticking out of his invisible body and he stuck out like a sore thumb. I snuck while Sofia and Brynjolf engaged him and I started to lay into him from the back. I got the feeling this was meant to be a duel, but we trounced him. Justice/Revenge is a bitch. The place filled up with water but we got out of there. "Damn guys, that was a rousing success," I said. I turned to Karliah, "I'm going to take the Skeleton Key back now, but I have a couple stops to make first." Of course, secretly, I kept that thing for a WHILE. I still had a Thieves' Guild to make great again. "I'll be back at the guild, lass," Brynjolf said. "Of course," I turned to my guys, "You guys did great. I'm going to divvy out the spoils when we get back to Riften. How about a bonus job? We're actually only a short walk from it." We headed to Korvanjund. Time to get Ulfric his damn crown. "So you finally arrived," Galmar turned, "Oh." "I brought some friends," I smirked, "We're going to steamroll this place." "Damn imperials are trying to get in. I wonder if it's the same reason we are. No matter. Ready to kick some Imperial ass?" Galmar asked. "Hell yeah, brother!" I shouted, casting Rally on the whole group. We stormed the Draugr-filled ruin to find Imperial Soldiers there ahead of us. And the draugr seemed strong and more numerous that I would've expected. At the end, we had the Jagged Crown. We returned to Windhelm to deliver it to Ulfric Stormcloak. I found him in his bedchamber. "Damn, the old bear was right!" Ulfric sat up in his bed, "I need you to deliver this axe to Jarl Baalgruf of Whiterun. He'll know what it means." I smirked. "Is there a Ms. Stormcloak?" I asked "No, why do you ask?" He asked back. I was on a high from all that violence, so I acted on it. I'm fairly certain Sanguine has been watching me throughout. I decided I would take a detour to Riften to pick him up, though, before I went to Whiterun.

Hey, it's me. Destana. Big news from last time. I was pregnant. Time counter: about three months in Skyrim. I decided I would find what I believed to be Sanguine's human form, Sam Guevenne. So I went to Rorikstead, which I'd been blathering about in my drunken state. I bought a horse from the Markarth stables and headed out, avoiding all uninteresting conflict. I got to Rorikstead after having traveled through the night and put up in the Frostfruit Inn for the night, after playing a set on my lute. Got some food and drink, then went in search of ... whatever it was I needed to find here that I'd done wrong. It didn't take me long for someone to recognize me. "Hey, you!" A man yelled, "You've got a lot of nerve showing yourself in this town again. What do you have to say for yourself?" "I'm sorry," I said, I was wondering if he'd remember me, but obviously I'd transgressed against him pretty fiercely. "Sorry's not good enough! Not while my Gleda is still out there, alone and afraid. You kidnapped her and sold her to that Giant." "Did I say anything about where I left a staff?" I asked. I remembered Sam had said something about the Sanguine Rose (name of the staff and the picture still tattooed on my butt). "You mentioned something like that... when you were running off with my goat! Tell you what - you bring back my goat, and maybe I'll give a damn about your staff," he replied. "Help me retrace my steps and I'll pay you for the goat," I offered him a sac of septims. "Nope. 1000 gold," he replied. "A thousand??" I shouted. I pulled out a bigger sack and handed it over, sighing. The East Empire's money floweth. "Fine, but I'll still be missing my Gleda. Doubt I'll ever have a prize winning goat again. Most of what you said was gibberish but you left a note. The only bit I could read was 'after repaying Ysolda in Whiterun." So I took my horse and rode to Whiterun as fast as I could travel. Took the better part of the day. At nightfall, I found Ysolda. "So, you're finally back. Look, I've been patient, but you still owe me," she said, immediately recognizing me. "Owe you??" I said harshly, figuring I was going to go broke pursuing this venture. "Aw, what's wrong? Did the engagement fall through? Look, how about we call it even, as long as you bring back the wedding ring? That's really a shame - I was so looking forward to the wedding. You said you'd have all the most interesting guests," she replied. "Do you know what I did with it? Things are kinda fuzzy. Also three months will do that." "You went right to give it to your fiancée! Don't you even remember where you left him? And after you told me that sweet story of how the two of you met in Witchmist Grove! I can see why he left you." "That's pretty harsh. And I was very drunk," I considered my options. This time maybe I could appeal to her sympathy without actually spending more money, "I just need to get to the wedding. Please..." "You must have had a wild night if you can't remember that. But I suppose everyone gets the jitters before their wedding. And I did say you could take a bit of time paying me back. You said the ceremony was going to be at Morvunskar. Don't forget..." I walked away. Thinking to myself, I realized that my 'con' was actually me being sincere. I actually wanted to find Sanguine. I had put on a mask to play pretend that was my own face. I smiled silently, walking towards the gate and my horse again. Wait, what is Morvunskar? I took out my log and map. Actually, not far from here. I rode there and dismounted far enough away. I said to myself, "I wonder if with illusion magic I could sneak past all the bandits or necromancers or monsters here. I should really consider learning more magic than the basic handful of spells I know. Make me a better thief." I know not every engagement with enemies needs to be described, so, suffice to say, I'm just going to say I overcame this area (mostly through sneaking). What I remember is some banter between bandits and a necromancer who talked to herself. Eventually I found a portal, just hanging out in the ruin. It transported me to a version of Sanguine's realm. This time, I imagined it was fully dialed down to the lowest level. I mean, I was still stripped naked, my clothes in my pack from the get-go. I walked through the green grass and trees and found where all the torture devices and cages were a nice table, chairs and some food and drink there. Probably a dozen men were there, and as I looked between them, noticed that they were not only wearing the same thing, but looked like copies of one another. No Sanguine. I looked between them. The calm that'd fallen over the group ended, and they started to drink and eat again. What would Sanguine do (WWSD)? Spread debauchery. "Who are you guys?" "Just a bunch of commoners. Don't concern yourself with us," the one nearest me said. "Well uh..." I pondered, "Want to have... group sex?" "How many we talking, here?" One of the other ones said, with the same exact voice. "I dunno, I guess..." I mentally counted them to be seven, now that I was paying attention, "Four on one, then three on one? That seems pretty even." The four nearest me got up, and I had my answer. As they surrounded me, a figure turned the corner from the woods, in his Sam guise. He stopped for a minute, watching before he approached. "Oh, no, don't stop on my account. Enjoy," he smiled, "Of course you found me out. I was beginning to think you wouldn't make it." "Did you say..." I trailed off as one of the 'commoners' went down on me while the others were using their six hands to fondle me, "You needed something to repair the staff, by the way?" "Oh, you can throw all that out," he chuckled, "We're waaay past that stage in our relationship. This was meant as an introduction before you came to the more... risque version of this place. But, I mean, this does have it's own joys. Please, go ahead. I can talk while you sample the pleasures." "Who..." I gasped as two of them sandwiched me between them, rubbing both ends for penetration, "Who are these guys? This is super weird." "Don't worry too much about it. Bearer of my staff," Sanguine dismissed his disguise, this time in full daedric armor, and he sat on his throne to continue watching us. "Be honest," I moaned in between my words as they began to thrust. Four-on-one. "Why did you choose me?" I asked between breaths. "I don't always think my decisions through. But you... you're going places. Maybe a little influence from your old uncle Sanguine could help adjust your course a bit..." "Please...don't...call yourself... an uncle," I gasped. A few minutes of thrusting and the group let me down. "So you're all in, then?" He asked. "All... in," I smirked, weakly standing up. Then I realized I had the three more who were now approaching me, "Talos bones." "Could you... think of curses that use my name, now that you're my adherent?" He asked. "Sanguine's sack!" I shouted as I was taken again. He clapped, "Bravo!" It was about a half hour of fun and then I reappeared in Morvunskar, sticky enough that I needed a bath. I immediately cursed to myself. He'd sent me back and I hadn't even accomplished what I wanted to. Still, maybe he knew already and was just messing with me. "Okay, maybe if I go back the other way," I said to myself. But as I got outside, I considered something. He wants me out here, spreading the word. I don't really want to live in Oblivion, either, nice as it may seem with him. I don't actually have a house that is good enough for a child to live in. Not going to have a baby in the sewers. The problem, as I understand it, is there are limited parcels for houses in the cities as they stand. The people who own property are either the recipients of generational wealth (their grandfather owned it, etc) or they're politically connected and can either afford to buy the one or two vacant houses in the hold (possibly afffordable) or buy land and build their own (which was definitely out of my price range). In order to command that amount of clout, I would need to be made a thane of a hold. Most likely, Riften would be my best bet. Maybe Maven could make it happen if I did a few more jobs for her. Or an easier solution for the time being: maybe one of the guilds has actual living space. Not the Pit Fighters, Thieves, or Bards which I was already a member of. They all have common rooms. I doubted the Companions did for their new members. But the College of Winterhold! That was a possibility. I would just need to demonstrate the basic aptitude for magic and maybe I could weasel my way in. I mean, I know like, six spells. I'd always wanted to study magic. So I traveled back to Windhelm (slept awhile in the Inn while I was there). I told Aventus that I'd done his job. As much as it made me feel bad that I did it, it made the kid happy. I'd already seen letters going out to people advertising a revitalized adoption program set in motion by Constance, the younger woman at the orphanage. So, I guess I did some good, if a little heavy-handed with my actions. I then took the carriage to Winterhold, not wanting to tempt fate on the road. I arrived early in the morning and decided I would go ahead and talk to admissions, or whatever they had. When I got off the carriage I stepped into the middle of a blizzard. I walked through town, avoiding any distractions, and came upon the bridge. A mage from the college, Faralda, blocked my path, "What are your intentions in approaching the college of Winterhold?" "Uhh..." I thought about the least murderhobo response, "I just wanted to have a look around inside." "Ha! Humor is often in short supply here. But I sense that perhaps you're after more than just that," she replied, "How about a small test?" "Test?" "Yeah. Cast a healing spell on me." I frowned a little. The only healing spell I knew healed myself. I shrugged. "A newbie, huh? 30 gold and I'll teach it to you." "Done," I smirked. Drop in the bucket. She showed me how to basically modify the self healing spell to heal her, and I cast it. I get how some wizards just want to learn all the magic, because I felt that drive to collect them all at that moment. I smiled, and she stepped aside. "Go talk to Mirabelle. She should be in the courtyard. You should be able to get a tour and be able to make it to class if you hurry. I'm Faralda, by the way," she waved. "You mean that was the whole entrance exam?" "That's it," Faralda replied, "You'd be amazed how many people can't make it this far. The fact that you picked up a few spells on your own speaks volumes." Godsdamn I could get used to all this praise. I marched over to Mirabelle, who seemed to be just taking care of everything. Handing out orders, directing people (even those older than her). A damned Thalmor wizard was talking to her. "I believe I've made myself rather clear," she said to him, "You are a guest here. We'll not bow to your demands like the Empire." "Yes, of course," he replied snidely and walked off. She turned to me and said, "Welcome to the college. Are you here for a tour? Did you speak with Faralda?" I nodded emphatically. "Alright, we can make this quick so you can join the Alteration class in about an hour... in the Hall of Elements," Mirabelle walked briskly and explained as quickly as she could. She led me to a tower with a circle of rooms, "And here is your room. First on the right." I blinked. It was that easy. I opened the door and found enough room for a person to live and work and study. When I turned, Mirabelle was gone. I actually wanted to learn about magic, so I sped off to the Hall to find an older man getting ready to start his lecture. Tolfdir, the Alteration master. "Welcome!" Tolfdir shouted, "We were just about to begin. The first thing to understand about magic is by its very nature, it's volatile and dangerous. Unless you can control it, it will destroy you." Brelyna, A female student said, "We all understand that." "Of course, my dear," Tolfdir replied, "You all possess some innate ability in magic. True control, mastery, takes years." J'jargo, A khajit replied, "What are we waiting for? Let's get started." "Please, please. Your ambition must be tempered with caution..." Tolfdir started. A male student, Onmund interrupted him, "We've only just arrived. You have no idea what any of us are capable of." I looked at them with disdain. Tolfdir was a sweet aged man and they were showing him a lot of disrespect. "Maybe give us a chance to show what we can do," Onmund continued. "You've been quiet so far, what do you think?" Tolfdir turned towards me. "I think people should listen and learn when possible," I paused to let my rebuke take effect, then I said, "I think showing practical knowledge is good. Obviously some people here are masters already." "Alright, I suppose we can try something," Tolfdir responded, "We'll start with a ward. I'll teach you all a ward which you can use to block spells." He turned to me, "Would you mind helping me with a demonstration? Are you familiar with wards?" I pursed my lips, "Honestly, I don't know any alteration." "That's alright. I can teach you a basic ward for this purpose," he replied. He spent a few moments teaching me the hand motions and methods of casting it, then moved to an opposite pedestal. "Ready?" He asked. I put my left hand out, firing up a Lesser Ward. Not too bad. For like 5 seconds, then I dropped it as I was out of magicka. "You have to keep the ward up. I wouldn't want to hurt you." I could feel them chuckling at me under their breath. High crust brats. I kept my right hand open and held a magicka potion. I put up the ward again, as some magicka had come back. Tolfdir blasted me with a firebolt, which was cancelled by the ward. I didn't need the potion so I put it away. "Excellent start. Please continue practicing with wards," Tolfdir said, "I suggest we take a field trip. The college has excavated the ruin of Saarthal nearby. We should venture there tomorrow morning." "But professor! It's Fredas!" "OH, right you are, right you are! We'll pick this back up on Morndas. Don't forget, Saarthal, bright and early at sunrise on Morndas," Tolfdir said, dismissing the class. I went to the circle that held my room, and of course, I couldn't help but snoop around a little bit and see if anything valuable was just lying around. Behind people's locked doors. After about an hour I returned to my room. J'zargo was in the circle, looking at a book as he walked. "Hey," I said. "No time for talk. Need to get ahead," he said. "Quite the gunner," I folded my arms, "You guys should show some respect. He may be old, but he's a vast wealth of knowledge." "Peh, I need to get stronger now. I've no time to waste with this, or you," J'zargo didn't even look up at me, "Where do you hail from? The streets? You'd probably not even make a good fucktoy for J'zargo." "Are you kidding? I'd make an excellent fucktoy!" I said back. Wait. "Let us put that to the test then!" He shut his book, finally looking up to me. I backed up, stepping into my room, and he shut the door behind us. "Okay, I guess," I said, committing to this spreading debauchery thing. There was a nice rug to insulate my back from the stone floor. It was cold outside. "You seem to be excited to be here," I said when we finished. "Yes, J'zargo wishes to find things to make him a powerful mage. Hopefully small things that fit inside pockets that won't be missed." I smirked, "A cat after my own heart." He went back to his studies, and I wondered what I should do for the time being. It was only a few days. Sanguine could wait. And I was pregnant, but not *that* pregnant. I poked around the school for a few hours, buying various tomes and learning a few more novice spells before settling on making Illusion my primary school of focus (for obvious reasons). I was flipping through my quest log when I realized that dumb job the Stormcloaks gave me was just north of here. I went to Tolfdir and bought a very specific tome - a spell that protected me from exposure. I gathered some wood, got a wool cloak, walked to the tallest tower on the northern end of the College and looked down at the Sea of Ghosts. I could see the island the Ice Wraiths would be on, though this was going to be a bit of a trek. I casted the Warmth spell, drank a Cold Resist potion, then I did what any normal human being would do, I jumped. I landed in the icy water below and swam to shore. Immediately I took out wood from my pack and built a campfire, drying myself off. It took a few minutes but I was okay. I traveled north, jumping from icy island to island, making sure not to go in the water again. "What the fuck is that?" I saw a figure in the sky, looking like a distant bird, or other kind of flying creature, but it vanished as soon as it appeared. I shook my head. I reached the marked place on my map and decided it was a good time to practice what I'd learned. Sneaking (as always) I shot a Firebolt at the first Ice Wraith I saw, and I immediately realized I was not so great at magic yet. It took the blast and angry, came right for me. I drew Dragon's Oath and changed to Flames on my offhand. I slashed at the thing, pelting it with fire, until it went down. I wondered then if there was a way to sneak attack with spells - or at least cast them quieter. Whatever. I touched the Serpent's Stone while I was there. Then I collected what the Stormcloaks wanted (for another day to turn in) and made my way back to the college. It was late afternoon, as the wood gathering and preparation took longer than the trip, and I decided I would go ahead to bed. I did not wake up in the college.

Hey, it's me again, Destana. At this point in my quest, I was pretty plugged in to the Thieves' Guild. They had my back, and I was getting pretty damn proficient at lockpicking, sneaking and stealing. And no slouch at stabbing and shooting. As long as I got the drop on someone I usually didn't have much trouble with them. I felt like I took the long way around, and did a bunch before I even really got started with the guild. And now this was going to be a test to go to Aringlow Estate. They had an army of mercenaries, as I could see from across the river, so I would need to approach this with a bit of finesse. Vex told me there was a grate to the sewers. I looked for it during the day from across the waters, sure not to arouse suspicion. I wait until night. I could feel this coming together. First, I made my way to the south end through the water, sneaking up behind the wooden fence and readying a basic Flames spell. I threw down some quick fires and jumped back into the water, hoping that would keep their attention. Indeed, most of them ran towards the fire to try and stop it, to no avail. As I surfaced near the grate, I saw one of them whose eyes had been following me as I swam. Good eye dude, but he was still looking for where I came out. I gritted my teeth, this one would be trouble. I bet at the time he was going to yell. I took out my Hunting Bow silently and nocked one of my new Ebony Arrows, peeked my head over the rocks and fired an arrow. It hit a vital and he gasped, nearly dropped with the first shot. He was choking on his own blood now. I let loose a second arrow and finished him. Then I turned and opened the secret entrance. I shot a few skeevers with my bow, then one of the foul creatures tripped a giant flame trap. This killed half a dozen of them and saved me from having to avoid the trap. Always play your enemies against each other, master strategy. When I came out of the sewer I realized I probably could've just climbed up here, but it was worth it to see the massive Skeever blunders. I picked the extremely hard lock on the back door, turned a corner and walked upstairs. I considered not killing anyone in this job, but the guild did say they were lowlifes and fairgame. One resting against a post with his back to me got a dagger in the side, and the one right outside Aringoth's room heard him getting eviscerated. Great. I took out my bow again. I could hear him walking my way, as bloody normals didn't try to hide their sounds at all. I got around behind him and let loose an arrow, sticking it in his side. He came after me, boasting that he would gut me. I drew sword and dagger and gave him a quick slash. He thrusted toward me, but I backed just out of his reach, then I gave him another slash across the chest and a knife to the throat. Finally I popped the lock on Aringoth's door and there he was, standing next to his bed. "Damn mercenaries. What do I even pay them for," he said sardonically. "Nothing, seems like. Give me your safe key. Not that I need it, but it would make this a little easier," I smiled sweetly. "A true professional. But I'm not giving you my key. You might as well kill me if I hand this over," he replied. "What if I did kill you? Then took the key off your body," I asked. "I know that's not your way. I'm too valuable to you alive," he replied. "Well, I didn't want to resort to this," I smirked, pulling the Guild armor over my head. "Oh, wow. Well, damn. I uh... an even trade then?" "An even trade. Whatever you want," I nodded. Never been with a Bosmer. "You can have the key," he grinned as I took my slacks off. And of course, he fucked me in the ass. Never say they can do what they want. I mean, unless you like it that way. I am okay with it, I guess. At any rate, I dressed again. I took the golden bee statue off his end table, not even hiding it, and the sack of coins off the table. Then I went back downstairs. By this time, I figured if he had an alarm, it would be sounding. The key would make the safe faster. I turned a corner to find a guard strolling my way, so I hung out in the middle room with a large table, pulling out my weapons. After seconds I heard the footsteps getting farther away. So I hopped across the hallway, popped the lock on iron barred door and went to the basement. Slipping silently through the next room, I approached the guard sitting alone at a chair looking towards the safe but with his back to the entrance. Seriously, why do this? I walked up to him and he jerked back, drawing a greataxe. Damn! I pulled out sword and dagger. After a few moments of difficult combat (but really these great weapon guys are just too slow) I looted the room including the deed the guild wanted. I dropped down to the sewer from the basement entrance and traveled back to the guild via the lake via the sewer. Not too bad. "Great job lass," Brynjolf said, "Maven Black-Briar wants to talk to you. A special job." I smirked. I was making a name for myself. I took my pay and decided I would forego sleep after having stayed up all night and go see Maven immediately. To the Bee and Barb! I played the Lute for a few minutes while Shaed sung (the resident bard, also, hot in her blue robes that show off everything). Then I went upstairs to meet her, the queenpin. An aged woman sat at the table upstairs, "So you're the one. You don't look like much." "That's part of my charm. I lull them into a false sense of security," I smirked a crooked smile. She unamusedly raised an eyebrow, "Very well. I need you to go to Whiterun and get in contact with Mallus Maccius at the Bannered Mare. He'll have more details for you." I nodded, "I'll get it done." Though, I'd never been to Whiterun. I came out of the grate near the stables, only to find the guards with weapons drawn, rushing towards the wilderness. Intrigued, I drew my bow and followed. Once I crested the hill, I realized, bandits were attacking the stables. The guards handled them without too much trouble. The most interesting part though was when all the male bandits had fallen, and once of the guards pulled a female bandit into the bushes and started to have his way with her. Strangely, I hadn't really thought about that as an option. If I was in a different mood I might've done something about it, but I didn't. I bought a horse from the stables (now that I had some money to burn) and was off down the road. I traveled until the afternoon and came upon a hunter's camp off in the wilderness. I figured it might be a good place to rest next to, so I got off my horse. Immediately, the sounds of shouting. I drew my bow and aimed. The hunters were being attacked by two bears. I kept low and flung some Ebony and Elven Arrows at the beasts. One of them went down (and one of the hunters). The other one came charging after me, so I drew sword and dagger again. The first thing I remember is the bear swiping at my horse, who charged off. I got low again and slashed him up in the backside. Thankfully the hunter (and my arrows) made a solid dent in the thing, because he went down only giving me one good hit. But damn, it hurt. I potioned up and scanned the area for my horse. Sigh. Gone. There's a thousand gold in the trash. I sheathed my weapons and walked over to the camp to find one hunter dead at the camp, and another dead next to the bear. I shook my head. "Well, no use letting this go to waste," I said as I packed up their camp and took their arrows, an Elven Bow and some food. I skinned the bears and hoofed it towards Whiterun, determined to reach it before night fell. I entered the gate without any trouble as it started to get dark. I walked down the main drag, passing an Imperial soldier asking for more weapons production from the local blacksmith woman. Some 'Dawnguard' guy accosted me, but I have no interest in killing vampires. Sounds messy. I stepped into the Bannered Mare, which was fairly packed (with four barmaids, and a woman named Vilja in the corner) and I went to each of them and talked until I found the innkeeper and busted out a song from Morrowind I'd learned from a songbook. Two men were brawling when I started, and by the end they were cheering. People danced, people clapped, people liked my playing. Maybe that could be my retirement plan - be a bard. Anyway, I found Mallus sitting at the table in an adjacent firepit room. "You the contact? You're not very inconspicuous," he said, "Let's make this quick, we have a lot to do." "What's the job?" I asked. "You're going to poison Honningbrew Meadery's mead. Sabjorn is going to give the poison to you." "Clever." "Right. You're the exterminator. He'll give you the poison to take care of a rats' nest. You put some in the meadery too." "Why do this?" "I made the mistake of borrowing money from Sabjorn. Now he's working my fingers to the bone to pay it off. After all this is over, I get to have my debt cleared, and be the new man in charge at Honningbrew." I walked over to Honningbrew. Surprisingly, there were still a few patrons even though a dead Skeever laid between me and Sabjorn as I entered the door. "Are you the guy?" I nodded. "I suppose you want to get paid some upfront. I'll pay you when the job's done." "Give me half or I yell Skeever," I growled. "Alright, here's some gold. And the poison. Just make them go away," he replied. I'm surprised that worked. There was a Skeever in the middle of the floor. Knowing he wasn't going to pay me at all when he found out what I was doing, I said, "C'mon, couldn't you pay me the whole thing now?" "No. What's to stop you from running off after I pay you?" I thought for a second, and then decided on picking a weapon from my persuasion arsenal. "I'd let you have sex with me if you pay me the whole sum now." "The Captain is coming to taste test the mead really soon! I don't have time for that!" "We can make it quick," I smiled, "Just go as hard and fast as you want. Ten minutes, tops." "Arrgh, fine," he handed over the rest of the gold, and I strolled into the meadery, shutting the door behind us. I went down and sucked a little, getting it wet, then he fucked me. The wench that I'd not noticed standing in the opposite corner of the meadery between the barrels started to masturbate as she watched us. I gave her a wink as I got up and went into the rat caves. Bow at the ready, I shot the first skeever and found he was stronger and poison! I took out my sword and dagger and slashed through the first three within seconds. I blasted myself with basic healing, waiting for the poison to subside. This pattern went on for a few caves. I shot skeevers and spiders with the power of sneak, their fellows would charge at me and I would waste them in melee. Until finally a slightly larger cave opened up to me, with a giant statue on the far end. I shot the skeever in the room and walked over to it. "Well hello, who is this fellow?" I said out loud. A daedra sitting on a throne holding an overflowing mug with three naked women performing various carnal acts upon him. I reached up and touched the statue. "Wow, this is really life-like," I said to myself. What I hadn't noticed - there was a small bed sprawled out in front of the statue. I blinked, looking at the statue. I WAS tired. I'd stayed up on my last job and just powered through and I was feeling pretty rough. "I'll kill you!" A man shouted from the next tunnel and started aiming Flames in my general direction, though missing me wildly because of the statue. I took out my bow and shot him a couple times, "Dude. Are you even hitting me? Why are you attacking me?" He rushed at me like a half-naked madman and I impaled him on my sword. I shook my head. Living amongst the rats made him crazy, I guess. Next to me was the nest, which I covered in poison, then I looted what goods he had, and a random chest nearby. Mostly garbage. Then I looked back over to the statue. I squinted, "No... not right now. This place still has baddies in it. And I gotta finish the job first." At once I realized I was explaining myself to a statue. I thought to myself I could probably finish the job and come back for a nap later. Then I realized... why am I planning this out? I could sleep in an actual bed if I left here, did the job and just went to the Bannered Mare! I shook my head, continuing up the tunnel. I reached a cellar, got clipped (but not trapped) by a bear trap and set off the other one manually. I threw some Healing on myself again. Then I emerged into the boilery, poisoning all the mead. From there I just unlocked the door with the hanging key and walked back over to the meadery proper to see the fruits of my labor, sitting at the bar. It was a few minutes before the barmaid came back after having tapped one of the poisoned mead barrels, at which point the commander showed up to taste the mead. "Now that your pest problem is cleared up, I'm going to sample this," he said, taking a big drink. Immediately, he spat it in Sabjorn's face. "This tastes like garbage. I'm going to see you're clapped in irons for the rest of your days!" "I...I don't understand," Sabjorn muttered. He didn't have time to suspect anything. The Commander drew his sword and threatened the guy, and he was slapped in irons by the commander's men right outside the door. He turned to Mallus, "You work here, right? Take charge of the meadery until we can sort this out." "With pleasure," Mallus said. He waited until they were gone, saying to me, "Good work. The guild is definitely on it's way back up with people like you in it." "I need to see who the deed got signed over to," I said, remembering what Brynjolf said. I charged up to his office on the second floor with key in hand and looked through his papers, grabbing what the guild needed. While I was here... I smiled, getting to work on his personal room and lockbox. "Hey!" A voice shouted as I was pulling the loot into my bag. Had somebody followed me up to the room? As I ran out of there, I found one of the barmaids, gawking. Rather than kill her (she seemed innocent and this would probably damper my relationship with the meadery) I hopped over the rail back into the barrel room again and ran down to the rat caves again. This time it was an easy jog to get through - I'd already killed anything that could threaten me. And no normal person would chase me down here, even the guards if they were alerted. That's why they hire people like me to do the dirty work. Before I knew it, I was back at the damned statue. I shrugged. I was definitely even more exhausted now than I had been before, so I laid down. What the heck. Sometimes you gotta tempt fate. When I awoke, as I half-expected, I was somewhere else. Some form of glade, but... strange. The plants were purple, the light strange and alien. I looked down to find my naked, scarred body. "How in the hell did you get my symbol?" A voice said from behind me. I whipped around to find a red-skinned man in a toga. "Who are you? Where am I?" I asked, not bothered by my nakedness at all now. "You are Destana. I am in my realm of Oblivion," he smirked, speaking in soft tones, "Oh, I'm sorry. I am Sanguine." "Did you say Oblivion?" I was well-traveled, but I'd never been to another dimension before. "Don't be so surprised. I have complete control over this realm. It can be as nice or not-nice as I feel like. Right now I've got the setting turned to about medium," Sanguine said, starting to walk. I followed. "What... do you mean by your symbol?" "Look at your ass you trollop," he chuckled. I tried, but couldn't. So I bent down over the strangely colored river flowing through his realm. On my left buttcheek, a Sanguine Rose. I laughed out loud as I rushed to catch up with him, "You're quite the trickster aren't you? What if I didn't want this tattoo?" "Be my adherent and it'll stay. Choose to go on your own path and it'll fade away. Simple as that. Maybe... three days, tops," he sat down on a throne not unlike the one in the cave. I also realized he was a great deal more attractive than the cave statue. Less daedric, but still horny. I mean... with horns. "So you're horny then? Or that supposed to be me?" He smiled. As I walked up to him I noticed several people in chains, one in a cage, one on a kind of rack. I raised an eyebrow, "You're torturing these people?" "Oh please, they can leave anytime," Sanguine smirked, "They're here of their own volition. Want to taste a little? I know you may be a little scared because of your past experiences." I looked around at the chains and was silent for a moment. There was something enticing about the experience. "I can stop anytime?" Sanguine nodded, "The safeword is kumquat." "Okay." He smiled a large, devilish grin. I remember it being several hours before I wanted to stop. He locked me up, moved me around as he needed and applied gentle tortures to me. He fucked me over and over again. It was amazing. Eventually, he locked me in a cage with a soft, feather bed. I was still tired, and he seemed to know that. As I laid down I said to him, "So what does being your adherent mean, anyway?" "Just keep doing the things you're doing. So many people are afraid of pleasure. They call it debauchery. Well, I've reclaimed the term. It is now mine. You are to spread it around the world. When you wake up, I'll send you on your merry way." "So it wasn't your plan to keep me here? Trap me in your daedric realm." "Gods, no. I need you out there, fucking the daylights out of people," Sanguine chuckled. I fell asleep soundly. In the morning, I woke in a field and he was there, standing over me. He helped me up and wrapped me in his arms, then I hugged him from the back. He handed me my pack, and he was gone. For now. I silently swore to myself I would find him again. I dressed and looked at my map, and realized I wasn't that far from Riften. Talos' bones, Sanguine knew me already. I smiled, heading for the guild.

Given the current amount of activity on my private testing threads, I may as well open this up publicly. I will be posting packaged versions of my mods for testing in this thread. You can use it to offer help or report issues with the beta versions. For anything else - ideas, suggestions, issues with versions available in the main download pages, please use the corresponding threads in my signature or use the two Github repositories available: For SD+ and Dialogues - https://github.com/SkyrimLL/SDPlus/issues For my other mods - https://github.com/SkyrimLL/SkLLmods/issues You can look at the latest recorded fixes here: SD+ - https://github.com/SkyrimLL/SDPlus/issues?q=is%3Aissue+is%3Aclosed Other mods - https://github.com/SkyrimLL/SkLLmods/issues?q=is%3Aissue+is%3Aclosed Patches - https://github.com/SkyrimLL/SkLLpatches/issues?q=is%3Aissue+is%3Aclosed At this point, I will try to focus my time on finishing up the various quests and stories I have started. That doesn't mean I will stop working on my 'frameworks' mods (SD+, Dialogues, Hormones) but it does mean that given the choice to work on two issues, I will give quest related issues the priority for the foreseeable future. I do need help. If you know about Skyrim modding, and you are bored with other games while waiting for the next TES game, I will gladly accept bug fixes, patches and any code related discussion. The only exception is anything to do with esp files since it is a pain in the ass to work on esp files in a collaborative way. That said, if you do know what you are doing, I am open to letting you work on the esp file of one mod while I work on another. TENTATIVE SCHEDULE FOR 2021 January Parasites February Milk Farm (Stories) / Hormones March Milk Farm Conclusion April Tentacle Monster / Living Armor / Hormones May Spriggan to Parasites I June Spriggan to Parasites II / fixes to Parasites July SD+ main quest August Family Ties / Kins (Stories Start) September Nord Queen (Stories Start) / ELLE (Stories Starts) October Sisterhood (Stories) / Alicia (Stories) / Pet (Stories Start) November Mind Control / Hormones / Dibella Sisterhood (Stories Start) December Move to SE January Dialogues redesign / Spin Off Mage Apprentice / Spin Off Blacksmith Apprentice

View File Sex gives you Sanguine's Favor which you can use to increase some of your combat stats. This should make a "dominant" playthrough a little bit more interesting. This mod includes: Assault & Surrender Very basic version of SexLab Defeat, totally optional, turned off by default. +Assault: Press a button and rape the enemy if their health is below the threshold. Also works with creatures. +Surrender: You get instantly raped if your health gets below the threshold. How to make it work with SexLab Defeat: SexLab Leveling settings: Surrender - Disabled How to make it work with Death Alternative: SexLab Leveling settings: Surrender - Disabled (DA) Blackout after sex - Enabled (If you want to see Death Alternative events, instead of just standing up like nothing happened) Death Alternative settings: OnBleedout Event Settings - SexLab Leveling Surrender - Enabled How to make it work with both Death Alternative and SexLab Defeat: SexLab Leveling settings: Surrender - Disabled Death Alternative settings: OnBleedout Event Settings - SexLab Leveling Surrender - Disabled Stats Stats you can increase. +Armor Rating +Attack and Spell Damage +Reduced Spell Cost +Resists to Fire +Resists to Frost +Resists to Shock +Resists to Poison Spells and Perks +Sex with enemies kills them Can turn it on/off. It doesn't care if it's your ally, which is useful for some combat mods that don't set aggressive flag. Use the button in debug menu if you can't cast spells but need to turn it off (bound, in armbinder, etc). +Sex with enemies kills them AND fills one of your soul gems +Masturbate to heal +"Cum armor" Similar to Oakflesh, but applies SexLab's cum shader. Increases armor and resistances. +Being naked increases Speech +Unlock spell with 5 levels Achievements Another way to increase stats/get points/perks. Not much there yet. In the future I'll try to cover some events from SexLab Solutions. To make it work with SexLab Solutions unpack Solutions.7z and replace files. To make it work with Creatures just enable creature animations in SexLab. Settings +Option to go first person after sex +Turn sex victims into ashes (when sex damage is turned on) (might be very slow after group sex) ... Requirements SexLab 1.59c Compatible mods SexLab Solutions >3.1.2 Death Alternative - Your Money or Your Life Compatibility Base mod (stats and abilities) shouldn't conflict with anything, unless there is a mod that removes every single spell from your character. If you enable "Surrender" in the options, it will make your character essential. Assault shouldn't conflict with anything. Read about compatibility with Death Alternative and SexLab Defeat in "Assault & Surrender" section above. Known bugs Surrendering near allies might lead to your character getting raped by them instead of enemies. Surrender doesn't work if your character was damaged by damage over time effects (poison/burning). Assaulting sleeping draugr is a bad idea. You don't get attacked during the Assault (that's intentional). For modders Available favor is stored in global variable "SexLabLeveling_XP", total favor in "SexLabLeveling_XP_Total". So if you want to know what current favor is, do something like this: GlobalVariable Property SexLabLeveling_XP Autoint CurrentFavor = SexLabLeveling_XP.GetValueInt() If you want to increase favor: GlobalVariable Property SexLabLeveling_XP AutoGlobalVariable Property SexLabLeveling_XP_TOTAL Autofloat Increment = 5.0SexLabLeveling_XP.Mod(Increment)SexLabLeveling_XP_Total.Mod(Increment) Submitter shakrum Submitted 02/05/2015 Category Combat Sex Requires SexLab 1.59c Special Edition Compatible