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Skooma Whore: Addicted 10/08/2023 View File DESCRIPTION This mod is an optional Addon for Guffel’s excellent Sexlab Skooma Whore . It adds new problems for drug users and more immersive drug seeking behaviors to addicts. It is OK to update from version 3.63+ to version 3.65 and from Skooma Whore patch version 1.01+ to version 1.04 All versions previous to 3.63 are incompatible - a new game or clean save is required Version 3.631+ also requires that the Skooma Whore Patch from the download page is installed - The patch fixes a number of broken properties and script errors and also disables forced drugging by creatures and during XPO arrest/imprisonment. You can still use the Patch to fix bugs in Skooma Whore even if you don't use the Addicted Addon Use or possession of drugs is now illegal in Skyrim Using drugs in public will cause nearby Guards to arrest the user (can be disabled by setting GlobalVariable swa_DrugUseIsIllegal to 0) If a suspect is in possession of drugs they will be assumed to be a dealer and their bounty increased accordingly Only fences buy drugs. Merchants (including dealers) will not - the Thieves Guilds take a dim view of buying from non-guild sources Taking drugs during combat is more difficult The mod further affects Player Characters at high levels of addiction who are in withdrawal and have no drugs in their inventory. In desperation the player will: Automatically loot and use the first drug they find. This may, of course upset the owner of the drug if they happen to be alive to notice! Automatically buy and use a hit from any Merchant that has a stash at a price that seems affordable to a desperate junkie! Be unable to sleep more than a few hours a day before waking up due to withdrawal symptoms Dealers may drug and abuse desperate junkies SWA supports (and I recommend) Trade & Barter to allow you to modify buying and selling prices so that gold is harder to come by. As in real life, when money is scarce, addiction becomes a much more serious problem. For an added challenge you can use a "needs" mod (I use Realistic Needs & Diseases) to make the effect of not being able to sleep whilst withdrawing a challenge. Please note that there are far too many modifier permutations to test every combination and so the price of a desperate hit may occasionally be a few septims higher or lower than the merchants advertised price - think of it as the merchant taking pity on, or to taking advantage of a desperate customer. How the mod works: REQUIREMENTS LE/SE Sexlab LE 1.59+/SE 1.63 Beta9+ Sexlab Skooma Whore LE V1.0/SE 1.01 Skooma Whore Patch 1.03 LE/SE RECOMMENDED Trade & Barter - allows you customise buying and selling prices so that gold is scarce and addiction is a serious problem! Using a "Needs Mod" (e.g. Realistic Needs & Diseases ) will make withdrawal more challenging due to exhaustion effects from sleep deprivation. Simple Slavery and/or Sanguine's Debauchery Enhanced to increase the risk of unfortunate consequences when addicted & desperate INSTALLATION Install using NMM or ModOrganiser – make a save first so you can go back if you don’t like the mod or it makes the world explode! You should see an installation message when you load the game. SWA does not have an MCM. PERMISSIONS Under no circumstance can this mod or any of its parts be posted outside of LL without my permission. You may not use the code as part of a for-profit project. CREDITS & THANKS Guffel author of the excellent Sexlab Skooma Whore Min for the countless times I have found solutions to my problems by looking at dD code! Submitter Bane Master Submitted 08/22/2015 Category Misc Sex Requires SexLab Sexlab Skooma Skooma Whore Patch Special Edition Compatible Yes

NG's German translations View File Ich plane hier eine kleine Sammlung an Mod Übersetzungen zur Verfügung zu stellen, die ich in meiner Zeit, in der ich mich mit Skyrim SE beschäftige für mich selbst erstellt habe und noch erstellen werde. Es gibt eine Menge guter Mods für erwachsene hier auf Loverslab die einer Übersetzung würdig wären, aber leider kann ich sie nicht alle übersetzen. Daher bitte ich um Verständnis, dass es sich bei der Mod Auswahl um von mir favorisierte Mods handelt. Mit der Zeit könnte/wird diese Liste natürlich wachsen. ACHTUNG ACHTUNG Bei Mods die verschiedenen Versionen von Bodyslides und unterschiedliche ESP‘s für Kleidung und Rüstung enthalten nutze ich immer die BHUNP Version für meine Übersetzungen, außer ich schreibe etwas anderes hinter den Link zur original Mod. Das Mischen unterschiedlicher ESP Versionen kann dazu führen, dass die Kleidung/Rüstung im Spiel nicht korrekt angezeigt wird! Übersetzte Mods: Spank That Ass SE v4.5 SexLab Approach Redux 2.41 Naked Defeat SE 4.81 adcSexlife Plus 6.52 beötigt SexLab SexLife SE 1.4.2 als Voraussetzung Books of Dibella SE- Alternate Start Plugin 1.2 Fill Her Up Baka Edition 1.75 - Aktualisiert 03.07.22 - SLHH Expansion English SE 3.68 Prison Alternative - A modular Prison System 1.2 Sexlab Defeat Baka Edition SE 1.45 - Aktualisiert 02.07.22 - Toys Framework SE V2.2 - Aktualisiert 29.06.22 - Classic ToyBox SE V1.32 Toys Workshop SE 1.31 - Aktualisiert 29.06.22 - HoT&WeT SE V1.42 - Aktualisiert 29.06.22 - Sanguine Toy Box of Orgies 1.0 - NEU 29.06.22 - Fertility Adventures SE 0.24 Simple Slavery Plus Plus 6.5.15 [SE] Pama´s Deadly Furniture (scripts) 1.9.0 Dark Arena 1.33+ oder 1.38 SE Estrus Chaurus V4.390 SE Yamete! V4.3.2 BaboDialogue 4.401 BaboDialogue 4.5 Nur auf Patreon verfügbar Skooma Whore SE 1.01 Skooma Whore Patch V1.04 SE SLSW Addicted 3.635 SE Dark Desires Club 1.1.5 Public Whore v1.1.4 SE Installation 1. Installiert die Original Mod für Skyrim Special Edition und alle die Mods die der Modersteller als Voraussetzung angibt. 2. Überschreibt alle Dateien der Original Mod mit meinen übersetzten Dateien. (Das Archiv (.rar oder.zip) ist so gepackt, dass man es auch z.B. mit dem Nexus Modmanager installieren kann.) ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I also have a Patreon page, if you like my work I would love for you to show me some love! Submitter N.Gamma Submitted 06/29/2021 Category Adult Mods Requires Regular Edition Compatible No  

I'm curious if anybody knows of a patch that introduces the effects of drugs and their addictions from Skooma Whore to the aphrodisiac drug brought in by the mod Battle Fuck. As far as I'm aware when an NPC forcibly makes the player character drink said aphrodisiac it doesn't apply any sort of addiction effect or addiction build up. I'm pretty sure it would be possible to do this with SSEEdit however my experience with said program is very limited and I'm unsure how to go about it or where to start. If any kind soul could point me in the right direction it would be much appreciated.

Could anyone with modding experience make a patch for BigBizKits skooming skyrim and skooma whore so I could make skooma whore skoomas with skooming and get addicted to and searched for skooming skoomas?

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

Hey there, it's me, Destana. Where was I in the story? I'd found out the name of the person trying to take down the Thieves' Guild. I fought once in the Arena, and was not going to do that in my present state. I played a few Inns as a Bard, was not an official member yet. I was a student at the College of Winterhold. I have attended one class. I have designs on becoming a Thane in Riften in the near future to get an actual house. Most importantly, I was pregnant with the child of Sanguine, Daedric Lord of Debauchery. Also, his adherent. Spreading debauchery, but trying to keep myself safe. Most pressing, though, I was kidnapped by some woman and three people were tied up in front of me. “You’re safe. Which is more than I can say about Grelod the Kind," the woman was sitting on top of a bookcase. “You know about that? I’m surprised you followed me all the way to Winterhold.” “Half of Skyrim knows. You killed the matron of an orphanage in cold blood. Nobody saw you. People are saying you’re a ghost. It was a good kill. But there is a slight… problem.” “Problem?” “That Aretino boy was looking for the Dark Brotherhood. Me and my associates. Grelod was a contract. Now, you must repay the kill.” “Who?” “Turn around. I’ve collected these guests from…places. Doesn’t matter from where. There’s a contract out on one of them. They can’t leave here alive. You figure out which one.” I went to the middle one first, a woman. “Get these damn things off me! If you’re going to kill me, go ahead!” I almost said, ‘Ok’ and just did it. Customer service with a smile. Reconsidering, I asked, “Why would someone want to kill you? Just tell me what I want to know.” “I’m a woman with six children with no husband. You’re damn right if you think I’ve made enemies.” I sighed, though I really wanted to kill her. Next! The khajit on the right. “Vasha, at your service. Killer of fools, defiler of daughters. If you don’t know my name, perhaps I will carve it on your corpse later.” “You guys really don’t want to live, do you?” I asked, then said, “Why would someone want to have you killed?” “I have many enemies. If they didn’t, I’d take it as a personal insult.” Still thinking, I moved to the nord man on the left. “I’m Fultheim, a nobody. Please, just let me go.” “Why would somebody pay to have you killed?” “Oh gods, I don’t want to die.” “Just answer the question.” “Well, I’m a sellsword and have been for many years. I’m sure somebody would want me dead after all that.” I sighed. The khajit had been shouting insults from the other side of the room since I started with the man, so he was definitely dead. Should I go for extra credit? The sellsword seemed legit, though, who is to say who actually deserves death? He might be a secret rapist racist. The only reason I wasn’t considering the foul woman in the middle was her six kids, but that might be a lie as well. I walked over to the khajit and slit his throat with a dagger. There. As I started to walk back the woman shouted at me to get the bonds off her again. I slapped her in the side of the head. “The Khajit and the mother. Interesting choice,” the assassin said. I raised an eyebrow, looking back at the woman. Was she unconscious? I didn’t hit her that hard. Well, whatever. “Who was the right answer?” I asked. “Irrelevant. You got a contract to kill and you killed. Simple as that. You’re free to go, but, why not take our relationship to the next level?” She detailed the location of a hidden door on the southern end of Skyrim and gave me a password, if I was interested in joining. The Dark Brotherhood. Her name: Astrid. I got out of there immediately. I let out a long breath. Had I really become that callous about murder? Maybe Mephala or Molag Bal was a better fit for me than Sanguine. Shaking it off, I looked at my map as I put some distance between me and that shack. Not far from Dawnstar, I walked there. I’d only gotten the chance to sleep for a few hours before they took me and it was just after dark now, so I played at then slept at the Inn. I figured I should probably tie up a lot of loose ends before Morndas, I woke up very early, bought yet another horse, and rode down to Windhelm again. I walked into the Palace of Kings to find the two men in their map room. Galmar turned, "Ulfric! You owe me a drink! She made it back alive. You're definitely Stormcloak material. Ready to take the oath?" "Oath?" I asked. "You swear fealty to Ulfric Stormcloak, future high king of Skyrim," Galmar replied. "Alright. I'll do it," I looked down at my still regular-looking belly. Maybe this would help create a better future for this land that I was quickly making my permanent home. He began, and I repeated, step-by-step, "I do swear my blood and honor to the service of Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm and true High King of Skyrim. As Talos is my witness, may this oath bind me to death and beyond even to my lord as to my fellow brothers and sisters in arms. All hail the Stormcloaks, the true sons and daughters of Skyrim!" I smiled. It felt good. "Oh and here, you ought to look the part," Galmar handed me a set of Stormcloak armor. I slid it into my pack, knowing I was just going to sell it later (not as good as what I have). "Oh, and I have a mission coming up you'd be good at. Somebody good in the field and resourceful, not like these milk-drinkers," Galmar chuckled. "Are you on about the crown again?" Ulfric said from across the table, "I don't need a crown to be high king." "But if you did have it, then it would legitimize your claim!" Galmar grinned. "A crown doesn't make a king," Ulfric responded. Galmar turned to me then, "I've found the final resting place of the Jagged Crown. Can you believe it?" I raised an eyebrow, like he expected me to know what that was. "Korvanjund. If old King Bargas is buried there, we're bound to run into trouble." No explanation needed. Dungeon crawling was one of my favorite and best skills. Ulfric could have his old dusty crown as long as I got a cut of the gold and gems. I walked out of the room thinking to myself, 'But, if I am truly ... protecting myself, should I not wear heavier armor? Or maybe... I could carry a shield. Heavy armor would just slow me down.' I walked over to the barracks and picked up a Windhelm Guard Shield (same symbol as the Stormcloaks). "Ah yes, there we go," I nodded. I figured it would take a few days for the Stormcloaks to get there - you know how armies are. It was only a short ride but they'd spend a great deal of time getting equipped. I decided to finish my errands. I went south to the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary. I would at least hear them out. I took a carriage to Falkreath (played the Inn there) and went into the woods. Eventually I searched out a black door with a skull on it. "What is the music of life?" The door said. Not the strangest thing I've seen, "Silence, my brother." Brother door. The brother of door. "Welcome home," the door replied. I walked in to find Astrid leaning against a post on the far side of the room. "I got past your spooky door, what now?" I asked. "Welcome, sister. Now you join the family. This is our sanctuary. Get comfortable," she said. I wasn't planning on resting just yet. "I'm going to arrange your first big job. Before that, though, talk to Nazir. He might have some smaller contracts to tide you over. Here, have some new armor. May it serve you well." Another new suit of armor. I took it, putting some of it in my bag but clumsily dropping some of it. I blinked. I picked up one of the boots and dropped it again. Expecting a thud, it made no noise whatsoever. My eyes glowed greedily as I stripped off my Thief Guild boots and threw them somewhere and put on the Dark Brotherhood boots. Even the improved boots I stole from Vex weren't as good as these babies. I slid on the gloves, hood and body armor as well. I would keep robes for when I needed to do more spellcasting, but I figured the best defense would be not to be seen or heard. I walked into the next room and the members of the guild were talking. Out of the crowd I picked up that Nazir was the Redguard. "So you're the newest member of our dwindling, dysfunctional family." "Hi," I said, not sure what to make of these people. Thievery I could understand, but killing was something I'd always needed to do, or did for a purpose. But killing for the sake of killing? Wait, do we get paid for this? "I give you three days before you're dead. Just like all the others," Nazir said. "Got work for me?" "Straight to the point. I like it. I have three," Nazir folded his arms, "I'll have more coming in from time to time to be completed at your leisure. They're not going anywhere." "People pay us for this, right?" "Oh yes. Sometimes exorbitant fees," Nazir handed me the dossiers, "Not these. These are cheaper ones. Gotta get your feet wet first." Well, alright then. As I turned to leave I noticed the guild members had already scattered to their own devices. I walked to a set of stairs to try and see if any one of them had any tips, or training advice, or whatever. But I found pause. There was a strange pounding in my head, like a chant that stopped me in my tracks. My vision began to blur. Something was streaming from a wall nearby and I felt inexorably drawn to it. I stepped forward, the chanting beating in my ears like thunderclaps. Runes. Ancient runes were written on this wall. One set in particular, I could feel energy, knowledge pouring into me. My skin covered in goosebumps and I felt a sudden exultation, like a heroic song playing in my heart. A tear came to my eye as the energy faded. Then there was silence. "Krii...?" I said to myself, like I had learned something, but I had no idea what it meant. If I had gained anything, I had no way to access this knowledge. I turned to Nazir, who'd been staring at me the whole time. "You...okay?" He asked, "You started acting weird." "I guess?" I asked, "Ever experienced something weird with this wall?" "No, not really. It's just a wall with some runes on it. Pretty standard for ancient nord ruins. This place was built inside of a small tomb," Nazir replied. I got up and walked out, not sure what had just happened. Astrid was standing in the entryway again. "Got the contacts. Be back in a few days," I said. "Good luck," she said back, "Hey, before you go, want to learn a new skill?" "Sure," I said sheepishly. "Let's go to the bed in the next room." "Ah, that kind of skill," I smirked. "Well, it is easy to get a woman distracted during sex. You can capitalize on this and take her out," Astrid replied. "I know how to do this already, but, practice makes perfect," I smiled. So, you know, we did the sex. When we were done she said, "If you want to practice on a man, you can go talk to Arnbjorn, my husband." I raised an eyebrow, "You'd be okay with that?" "Of course. I have sex with quite a few people during missions. It's just business," she said as she got her clothes back on. I walked down to what looked like a forge where Arnbjorn was working. A big meaty Nord man. "What do you want, beef roast?" He spat, not looking up from his work. I stood there. Very threatening. I smirked a little, finding myself interested. Wanting to ask the question I was about to even more. "You're a new recruit. I'm not going to bother learning your name now. If that's all, go away," he said, hammering. "Why're you so mad?" I spat. "Look. If you're trying to get to know me - don't. I don't like you, and I never will. It's nothing personal. But... My wife trusts you, and I trust her judgment. So you can't be all bad. Here's all you need to know: I'm a werewolf. I like killing things. I love Astrid. I hate annoying people. And the color blue gives me a headache." A werewolf? Strangely enough, that had me even more intrigued. I'd never seen one in the flesh before. "Astrid said you could teach me something," I said, like I didn't know what I was asking. Maybe the innocent act would entice him like a little lamb minding its own business. He grinned, showing his teeth more than anything, "Okay. Turn around." He was finally watching me as he talked. I did what he asked. He grabbed my hips and pulled down the brotherhood pants, touching my butt, "This what you had in mind?" "I figured you'd teach me how to kill a man while fucking him," I smiled sweetly. He blinked, "You do know what I am." "Yes." "Alright," he said, with a growl I felt something enter me. Luckily, nobody else was in the big common room. He was rough and we made some noise. When we were done, I left. It was time to ride my horse back to Riften. I rode as fast as I could, doing my best to make good time, and reached it in the middle of the night on Loredas. I slept in the guild bunkroom until Sundas morning. I fenced with Tonilia and Ra'skaar then I reported in. "Morning, lass," Brynjolf said, "News from Gulum-Ei?" "Karliah," I said between him and Mercer Frey and that seemed to do it. Also distracting them from the fact that I'd not given one whit of information about the sneaky argonian. "She said meet her where it all began," I continued. "Snow Veil Sanctum," he said, "This time, the two of us are going together." I peered at my map really quick, "Hmm... I guess it's on the way..." Between Windhelm and Winterhold. "Then it's settled, I'll meet you there," Mercer said. I popped topside for a few minutes to go to Mistveil Keep. "My Jarl, what does it take to be named a Thane of the Rift?" I asked. "Members of the community will need to vouch for you. At least five," Jarl Laila replied, "And if you take care of the Skooma ring around here, It wouldn't hurt your chances." "Okay, where should I investigate?" "Try the docks," Anuriel, the steward said from beside her. I asked myself if I had time for this. I hefted my pack full of packrat garbage that I'd been accumulating since I came to Skyrim. I looked through various poisons, potions and different types of skooma. I eyed Leaf Skooma, which increased the speed and stamina of the imbiber, but was highly addictive. I'm pregnant. Can't do that. So I put the bottle away. No matter, I would need to use the natural drug to drive me forward: adrenaline! I clenched my fists, ready to take on the challenge of: BECOMING THANE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE! Okay. Five people. Skooma drug ring. I AM SPEED! I sprinted to the marketplace. "Hey you! Yeah you!" I shouted, "You need help?" At no one in particular. "Bring me ten fire salts," Balimund said. I dumped the contents of my pack on the ground and fished out fire salts, counting up to ten, "Done. Vouch for me." "Thanks!" Balimund shouted back, using them to light his forge even hotter. "Who else needs help?" I shouted. Ingun Black-Briar spoke up, "I could use some alchemical ingredients." I threw an armful of alchemical garbage at her, "DONE! VOUCH FOR ME!" "Thanks?" Ingun replied, "Oh hey, some of this is what I needed." "Next!" Talen-Jei said, "I could use three flawless amethysts." "May as well just ask for gold. Here!" I chucked a sack of gems at him, "Vouch for me." "Well, I would take money," Snilf, the beggar said. I squinted at him. I wondered if a beggar would count for this purpose, "Screw it. Done!" I shouted as I threw a sack of 100 gold at him. "One more!" I shouted. A man said back to me, "Would you stop screaming? I could hear you clear from the stables. I have half a mind to knock you out." I raised an eyebrow. Would punching this guy set me back, waste time, or propel me forward. "100 gold says I can beat the pants off you!" I shouted back at him. "Deal!" He was the stablemaster, Hofgrir Horse-crusher. I crouched and by the time he'd put up his dukes, I was already laying into him. I clocked him on the back of the head seventeen times, sending him to the street. "To the docks!" I shouted as I sprinted away. "But... your money?" He shouted as I ran. "Greet ~" Wujeeta started. But I shouted over her, "Do you know anything about a Skooma ring?" "Uh... well, I'm addicted to Skooma. I'm going to lose my job ~" "Stop. Tell me exactly what I need to solve your problems," "A healing potion." "Done," I handed her my worst healing potion, "Where do you get your supply? Say it! Say it fast!" I got uncomfortably close to her. "Talos Bones!" She yelled, "Sarthis Idren. He has some sort of a setup over at the Riften Warehouse. You can't get inside though. They've kept that place locked up tight since the war began." I went back to the Jarl, "Found the Skooma. In the warehouse." "Here's the key! Deal with it!" She said, throwing a key at me. I caught it on my way out the door. I drew my crossbow and started firing into the crowd of unsuspecting men, "Do not underestimate the power of an expecting mother who's on a timetable!" When they got close, I pulled out sword and dagger and finished them off, "You won't poison my babies with your skooma!" They were all mowed down quickly, then I traveled back to Mistveil Keep. "Here's the information on the Skooma ring and I helped Snilf, Ingun, Balimund, Talen-Jei, Wujeeta and ... maybe Hofgrir?" Laila Law-Giver blinked, "You were gone like, ten minutes." "Thane? Thane now??" I asked. "Now you need to go get the Skooma den," the steward said. I sighed, "Cragslane Cavern... it's on the way to Snow Veil Sanctum. Which is on the way to the College of Winterhold." It was still morning. Could I do two dungeons with travel time in one day? Best not zone out for this travel and actually get on my horse and book it.