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View File End All Be ALL - Rieklings --- This is a MNC and ABC version of a Riekling retexture I made with my friend and mentor Chubby McButtcheeks. You'll need two things the first is MNC and the second is ABC. When you encounter Rieklings in the wild each class will look different. Their skin is dry during normal activities but as soon as the Dragonborn drops her panties and grinds her pussy against it's dick the Riekling starts getting soaked in sweat. Rieklings now have --- - Yellowed teeth - Yellowed nails - Yellowed toenails - Butthole - Urethra - Bellybutton - Colored palms - Colored soles - Better eyes - Wet tongues - Pink cockhead - Individual warpaint - Rusty iron armor that glints a bit metallic - 2k textures Requirements --- 1. https://www.loverslab.com/files/file/4130-more-nasty-critters-slal-edition/ 2. https://www.loverslab.com/files/file/7556-animated-beasts-cocksabc-for-users-hdt-patch/ Credits thanks Bakafactory Chubby https://www.loverslab.com/profile/745473-maximum-carnage/ Submitter Rico Suave Submitted 03/26/2019 Category Models & Textures Requires 1. MNC 2. ABC User Patch Special Edition Compatible No View File

Arilith in Windhelm(1/) At the 4th Era Morrowind reached its lowest, Red mountain erruption was almost an apocaliptic event for the nation of the proud dunmer, the ashlands turned into an barely habitable wasteland resulting mass starvation, in the earliest years of the Era king of Skyrim offered the Isle of Solstheim.The town Ravenrock is one of the few places in Morrowind wich offers some life, but even that is barely enough to consider liveable, many dunmer fled to Skyrim and other places of the Empire in desperate attempt find a better life. Like many dunmer before Arilith decided to leave the isle of Solstheim in attempt to live a better life in the Imperial province Skyrim, she is youngest daughter of the old dunmer house wich got forgotten to the past, her family always lived in Solstheim after the great erruption, but as Morrowind crumbled so does the wealth, power and fame of her family, not barely even more than a beggars in a old house, even their youngest member decided to forget it and start a new in different place.. Sadness and sorrow made its way on Arilith as she walked in the lands of Solstheim, going forward to the docks of Ravenrock.. Arilith: My feet feels the warm and the cold of the ashland, sorrowful it is I need to left it forever, for my own sake.. The town itself was barely more than a ghost town, other refugees from Morrowind, Skooma addicts, thugs and the poor and old timers remained here, even Arilith herself barely could afford to leave, took the entire money what her family had, she packed everything what she could find, food, old silver sword and some rags.. Arilith: I never saw Morrowind its prime, I born late to witness it, but born in the right time to see how its crumbling and falling apart, sad sight to see the proud dunmers home in this state.. Some doubts went into her mind, after all she intended to leave her home for a new strange place called Skyrim, leaving everything behind, her people, her history and family.. Arilith: No time for doubts, my decision is final, everything gonna be just worser here.. She sat down at the docks and simply waited for the ships wich costed everything she could amass, spending her last moments on Solstheim and Morrowind, reaching the final goodbye once and for all.. she just sat silently waiting for the ship wich brings her to Solitude the center of the Imperial power and one of the most wealthiest place in skyrim.. She ship do arrived, however Arilith wasn't pleased what she got, an barely even room cabin for all money she had, even ship itself was crumbling let alone the sahdy crew of it, but like many other dunmer she went to the ship, she took her chance to leave, even if she need spend her time on the cold ship like this.. Arilith: 5 000 gold for this, what a scam, but I had no choice, barely even any ship came to Solstheim let alone bring people to somewhere else, money from Morrowind barely even worth anything, even my body is barely count as a good there, I guess they use this situation for their own advantage.. She simply fallen sleep, the entire travel was that horrendus Arilith merely just wanted to sleep over the entire thing and wake up when she is there...however.. She arrived a complety different city, it was not Solitude, it was the old hold Windhelm, capital city of Eastmarch, city of the infamous Ulfric Stormcloak.. Arilith was deceived, so does many other dunmer before her, instead of the citiy she desired they brought her here.. She just stood there silently, at first she didn't realised the scam she got.. Arilith: Is this Solitude? No that not make any sense... Eventually she realised where is she actually and she been scammed, her face was full of despair, she couldn't even feel anything else at that moment.. Arilith: This is Windhelm... After realising the truth, Arilith just sat on the cold stone docks of the city, she did nothing just sat there silently and sad, eventually one of the guards approached her.. You there Gray-skin!! The guard called her to him.. Guard: Wonderful another dark elf, just what we needed again.. Arilith: I... Guard: I can't even decide you are young or just a granny looks young, anyway there is a procedure for all refugee like you on the dock office, I advise to go there and wait for my captain, he gonna ask few question you, then you can go there were all of your kind is... Arilith simply was still in shock of the recent realisations, she didn't even understand in that state what the guard said or how he insulted her, she just stood there having sad facial expression and quiet.. Guard: You are actually a pretty one even for a dark elf, I'm sure you can be at least useful compared the others of your kind in the streets, they barely get me off, nevermind now then go to the dock office... Arilith went to the office and started wait for the captain, after a while she kind of got back to her senses and realised she sit in a dark storage room in the big Windhelm docks, she know she can't expect too much good for the future.. End Author notes:

Author's Note: I'm going to summarize the remainder of Fenrir's Kagrenfahlz Journey. There's not a lot that's relevant to the overall narrative, and also, wouldn't be all that interesting in written form. If you want to hear the minute details, go watch the videos. Below is a link to Kagrenfahlz Part 5, where I left off. Kagrenfahlz Summary: Damien, Valiana and Fenrir find their way through Kagrenfahlz into an area in the Velothi Mountains called Samaria. A group of dunmer made their way there long ago and made a small civilization, hidden in the mountains. Of course, they say the group is trapped there. Not taking that as fact, Fenrir and group figure out there are accessible ruins, figure out a way to get into a lower Kagrenfahlz and solve a set of COMPLEX puzzles. Once solved, they open the way to Skyrim. Fenrir then tells Michael and Duns Scotus about Kagrenfahlz and Samaria. In the mean time (5 days pass) an army of drifters take up residence in the newly opened Kagren's Pass. Of course, Maven Black-Brier (not mentioned by name, but mentioned) sends soldiers to secure the pass and begin building infrastructure. Fenrir and group make their way into Samaria again and find the ghost they let out on the way out has now taken possession of lower Kagrenfahlz and kidnapped a large group of the soldiers. They receive a plea from the Dunmer High Priestess (being a mouthpiece for Azura) to stop the ghost, since he's a chosen of Molag Bal. The group fights their way through the low level daedra guarding him and then he offers Fenrir a choice: free him from his torture or deny him and doom him forever. Fenrir decides to go against the wishes of Azura and free him, seeing him a being driven to dire action via dire situation. He fades away, and we're left with new settlements: Kagren's Pass and Samaria (So I guess it's going to stay in my load order, at least until I have to reset Fenrir). Fen returned to his patrolling with Val, and Damien returned to creating life waters. A little while later: ----------------Fenrir-------------------- "Look who it is!" Galmar shouted. High King Ulfric (Dad) looked up from things he'd been signing. His expression was... hard to discern. As I got closer, it didn't get easier. "Where have you been?" He asked. "Long story short, I raided an Aetherium mine. You should've received the proceeds for equipment. Then I found an ancient ruin called Kagrenfahlz. The stuff I found - you can add it to the pile I got from the dungeon crawls I did last year." He smirked at me, like he was trying to hide his amusement and remain stern, "You're definitely your mother's son." "I do love dungeons, and I'm just as good as her with locks. Maybe a little better," I smirked. "I'm trying my best to be mad about this, but I know you can take care of yourself. And you had Valiana by your side, so you were well protected," Ulfric said. "Thank you, sir," Val nodded, knowing my dad didn't generally care for people treating him like a king. I shrugged, "But why would you be mad? Here I am furthering the fortunes of the kingdom. It was a vacation from protecting the northern coast from pirates. Also with Val's help." Ulfric took a deep breath, and exhaled. He stood, slowly walking down his throne's dais, "You do know you're my only heir, don't you?" I folded my arms, "Your point?" He reached the bottom, looking me in the eye. I'm tall, but he's one of the few that's taller than me, by about an inch. He said, "The point is - dear boy - a royal shouldn't be putting himself in mortal danger every day." "What about mom?" I asked. "She's different. She's an immortal vampire dragonborn. Fought gods, traveled to other worlds. Pretty much unstoppable. Also, I doubt I could convince her to do otherwise. She's going to outlive us all," Ulfric put his hand on my shoulder, "You have a lot to learn about ruling." I raised an eyebrow, "Well, don't forget the moot will decide if I'm fit to be King or not. Skyrim's come along way in the past 15 years. But since I'm half Redguard, I seriously doubt that's going to happen." "At the very least," he put his hand on my shoulder, "You will be Jarl of Eastmarch." I shrugged, "What are you getting at?" "I want to show you how to do the job before you have it thrust upon you," he slapped me on the back, "There's nothing wrong with what you're doing. I had a few adventures in my time. I just need you to scale it back and concentrate on your future." "I am willing to work with you," I sighed, "There are a lot of dwemer ruins though, and it's good for the royal coffers." "Let Valiana handle the north sea." ---------------------------------------- Three years pass, Fenrir learning how to become a Jarl and dealing with the day-to-day ins and outs of Windhelm. Ulfric continues being High King. In the winter of 219, Valiana visits Fenrir and he gives her a suit of armor he forgot to give her from Kagrenfahlz. (She's been visiting regularly and giving him updates). He informs her that Queen Mynisera reached out to Ulfric and Jura for help. The Western Reach is embroiled in one of the biggest conflicts in a generation. Cyrodiil sent General Tusselle, and Valiana is happy to go help. She ventures to Markarth to meet at the Silver-Blood Inn. --------------------------------------- You already know the story of the kids, striking out on their own, going on an adventure against their parents wishes. Destana ventured to Solstheim (with the Nerevarine as a guide) by regular boat and ventured north, pursuing her only thread so far - a note she found about a cult. When she returned to Raven Rock, she found Kintyra hanging out at the Inn. "What the hell are you doing?" Destana asked angrily. "Uh oh..." Kintyra froze. "Out with it." "I'm... trying to have an adventure, like you." "Gods, you're going to get yourself killed out here. Solstheim is dangerous." Kintyra had nothing to say to that. "I don't have time to escort you back to Skyrim right now. If I just leave you in the Inn, you're going to just go off on your own, aren't you?" "Well... probably." Destana sighed, "You might not share my blood, technically, but you share my spirit. Listen. Follow us. We'll keep you from being killed. You might even learn something along the way." Her eyes brightened in great excitement, but all she said was, "That'd be neat." "Really? Neat?" "Sorry, I'm trying to be polite," Kintyra replied. ------------------------------------------------------ Damien went back to the college and told Archmage Mirabelle about his son, and his need to go back to Summerset to look for him. "Hmm.." She thought, "Actually, you going back to Summerset would be a huge blessing. Recently the Mage's Guild there reached out to me. They're expecting the Archmage. But I have neither the time nor the inclination to help the damn elves with their problems." "Hey! I'm a damn elf!" Carahil exclaimed from across the room. "Yes, indeed, you are," Mirabelle replied, "Anyway, you'd be a perfect stand-in for me. But let me make this clear: you are not the Archmage. But everybody's going to call you Archmage because you're going in my place. Play along. Again, I cannot stress this enough. You are not the Archmage. And please, please take Carahil with you." "Way to make me feel unwelcome," Carahil commented. "Indeed. Have a safe journey, both of you. Preferably one way for you, Carahil," Mirabelle said as she walked away. "Are conversations always like that with her?" Carahil asked once she was out of earshot. "More or less," Damien replied, "Want to get on the road? They said our contact was in the Winterhold Inn." "Of course, 'Archmage," Carahil replied. "Oh, I am NOT the Archmage. Very clear," Damien chuckled. Amidst relentless ribbing about his new (and dashing!) cape, they were transported to Summerset Isle.

Hey, it's been a while. It's me, Destana. I've been busy in Solstheim. I don't think I've slept in... well, since I got here. What day is it? It's the 17th of Morning Star, and it's been a wild ride. As you know, I was looking around for clues and found a note in the temple that led me to a small Dwemer ruin to the north. I arrowed my way through the place and found a man named Kenro with a lot of data about a cult of the Tribunal here in Solstheim. Not really what I was looking for, but I filed it in the old log for later. I returned to Raven Rock to join back up with the Nerevarine (my guide) and found Kintyra sitting in the Inn. And then I gave her a bit of a tongue-lashing. "I don't have time to escort you back to Skyrim right now. If I just leave you in the Inn, you're going to just go off on your own, aren't you?" "Well... probably." Destana sighed, "You might not share my blood, technically, but you share my spirit. Listen. Follow us. We'll keep you from being killed. You might even learn something along the way." She shook with visible excitement, but all she said was, "That'd be neat." "Really? Neat?" "Sorry, I'm trying to be polite," Kintyra replied. "Other reason I'm here, I've been having these dreams about a guy named Miraak. Your mom, your uncles, and me, all got attacked by his cultists." "So you're here to show him who's boss?" Kintyra smiled. I smiled back, "Well, yeah, I guess. He's got thousands of years of experience on me, so it'll be a fight to remember." We set out on the road, hoping to find some clue of cult activity. A couple minutes out we found a lone man fighting some of the Ash zomboys and I pitched in to save him. "Thanks," he said, "I wasn't sure I'd make it off this farm alive. Wish I could've said the same for my man here." He went on to introduce himself as Captain Veleth. The 'Ash Spawn' as he called them were causing trouble for Raven Rock and he was looking for clues to their origin. I picked up a note half-buried in the dirt and he seemed aghast that it was a note from General Falx Carius, penned recently from Fort Frostmoth. "That's impossible. He was a garrison commander from over 200 years ago," he explained. Naturally, I offered to check it out. When we got there, I was spotted immediately and we fought off Ash Spawn as the General (undead? he looked fine) slipped into the safety of the structure. We gave chase and stealthily knocked out the waves of Ash Spawn occupying the place. We finally found him and I broke stealth. I was curious how he was still alive. But he immediately started blasting poison spells at us, Spawn rising from the ashes around us. The other two fought the spawn while I took on the captain. The Nerevarine threw stray ice shards at Falx to slow him, and I finally finished him off with a Slow Time. I grabbed the general's hammer for one of the boys. Kintyra giggled, "Those guys were tough! Do you do this every day?" "Pretty much," I replied. We kept on toward the temple in the north, which I'd heard had a lot of weirdness going on, finding some Brigands, Burnt Spriggans, and a man trying his hand at a flight spell but ultimately splatting on the ground. We finally reached this temple and found scores of people working like zombified drones, unresponsive. Some of their number stepped out and attacked us, though. When they were dispatched, I said, "These guys are just normal bandits. Just random people from all walks of life. Strange." We met a woman named Frea, one of the only Skaal here not affected by this mindlessness. We fought our way in, talking as we advanced. "What do you know of Miraak?" I asked. "He served the dragons before their fall from power. A priest. But he turned against them. He made his own past and tried to claim Solstheim for himself. And the dragons destroyed him," she replied. We fought through draugr and cultists. "We must be careful in this temple. Traps are everywhere," Frea said. "Step lightly, don't set them off," I replied, "Remember what I taught you, Kintyra?" She smiled back at me. After a dozen rooms of draugr and traps, Kintyra'd managed to evade and avoid, keeping behind us. But eventually she got clawed, going down in one hit. "Everything's dead behind us," I said after the fighting was over, healing her up, "Told you it's dangerous. Nerevar, mind protecting our girl here while Frea and I sally forth?" He nodded, "Of course." A couple chambers later (and about 50 more draugr) we came to a LONG swinging axe room. "No way I'm going down there," Frea said. I chuckled, "Not my first time." I turned and shouted, "WULD - NA.." then realized I'd mistimed it and slammed my face against an axe halfway down. Chuckling, rolling the rest of the way, healing myself, I opened up the door and threw the lever to deactivate. A couple more rooms of the two ladies out front, Nerevarine in the back shooting spells and playing bodyguard with Kintyra. A draugr hopped out behind us and Kin stabbed him with her Rapier. I finished him off. I smiled at her and nodded. More dungeon, more dungeon... we found a room of draugr with swinging log puzzles and they set off their own traps, killing themselves. Finally, finally, we reached a treasure room, and... "Whoa! A word wall!" I said, "Been a long time since I've seen one of these." I absorbed the knowledge and spent a dragon soul. "Wonder what this does. I think it means strength," I said, "MUL!" Draconic energy flowed around my arms. "Neat," I said. We ventured just a bit further, fought more Draugr, found an eerie stretch of empty rooms, then a book on a pedestal. "Huh..." I said. "There's some kind of dark magic here," Frea said. I picked up the book and all at once, the book swallowed me up in a mass of tentacles. A voice boomed before me, "Who are you to dare set foot here?" He threw his hands up, and I fell to my knees. I was surrounded by floating tentacle creatures. "It's you!" I growled. "Ahh... I know you. You are Dragonborn. You have slain Alduin. Well done. I could've slain himself back when I walked the earth, but I chose a different path." "Armchair quarterback," I spat. "You have no idea the true power a Dragonborn can wield," he said. "I dunno, I'm pretty powerful," I fought against the crushing weight on top of me. "MUL - QAH - DIIV!" He shouted, and the same draconic energy that'd surrounded my arms moments ago and faded, surrounded his whole body. "This realm is beyond you," he said, "You have no power here. It is only a matter of time before I can return home and control Solstheim. Send her back where she came from. She can await my arrival like the rest of Tamriel." He turned and petted the dragon pet behind him. The tentacle boys floated up and started blasting me with some form of energy. Then they blasted. They kept blasting. "If... you're not going to send me back to where I came from... I can teleport out myself," I smirked. The creatures stopped blasting. "Hey Miraak, think your boys got tired," I smiled. Then I grinned, feeling his concentration begin to wane. They'd stopped, he wasn't watching, he probably assumed they were done. But maybe the tentacle boys had more than they could handle in my god-like ass. A perfect storm of a screw-up. I exerted my will, breaking out of the bonds. My daggers slid into my hands instantly and I sliced through both the creatures beside me. A third fell under my blades, and grinning, I charged at Miraak, "Guess who has power here now!" I slashed at his dragon energy and he barely flinched. He turned, grabbing my forearm as I made another slash. I wiggled, trying to get out of his grasp. From behind the mask his expression was inscrutable, but I felt like he was scowling. I slashed him with my offhand again. He raised his other hand and blasted me with a spell. When I came to, I was back in the temple, panting. "What happened? You read the book... and you were here, but not here. I could see through you," Frea said. "Uhh... grandma, why are you smiling?" Kintyra asked. "Well I fought Miraak. If you could call that a fight. He's strong. Stronger than Rehman, or Jura," I paused, "Or me." I sighed, "But maybe if I could separate him from his bullshit magic I could beat him." "You saw Miraak? Can we reach him? Can we kill him?" Frea asked. "Probably. But I dunno how to get back there," I said. She suggested we go visit her father, the shaman of the Skaal. We got out of there and traveled overland and met Storn Crag-Strider. We explained the situation. He told me that Miraak was the First Dragonborn, and to beat him, I'd need to first learn the same word of power that Miraak uses to control people, to break his control. So we headed even further north, for Saering's Watch. I took the high road, shooting arrows and then hopping down from the mountain above the word wall. I'd taken down most the draugr by the time my companions got there. I waited, absorbing the knowledge. "Gol, earth," I said as Kintyra walked up the stairs. "So is that all you have to do?" Kintyra asked. I took out my bow, shooting at the one or two stragglers in the distance, "Yeah. And a dragon soul." "So how did mom learn how to do it?" She asked. "Lots and lots of practice, or so I'm told," I replied, using a dragon soul, "Where it would've taken years to master this shout for most people, I've already learned it." "GOL!" I shouted into the air, though it didn't really do anything. "You think I could learn one, if I practiced?" She asked. I smiled at her, "Definitely. You've got some Nord in there. For other people it's nearly impossible. For Nords it's just difficult. My advice is to try out Unrelenting Force first. It's a good starter shout, and always useful. I blew one of the draugr off the mountain with it a minute ago." She beamed with the encouragement. We made our way down the mountain, to the Wind Stone. I took a deep breath. "GOL!" I shouted at the rock, and immediately the people stopped working. I smiled at my followers, "Dang, works like a charm!" "Where am I?" One of them said. "Don't worry, just return to your home. The nightmare is over," I replied. Before they could clear the area, the structure around the stone started to shake, then it violently exploded. I shouted, "LEAVE!" The people scattered as a creature emerged from the dust. I took out my bow, firing at the thing. This time more humanoid, but with a facefull of tentacles, "Hey ugly! Over here!" I sank an arrow in it's side, then another in it's neck. It turned and shot a green fleshy bulb and I narrowly dodged. I used the stone between us to unsheathe my daggers and block more squicky tentacles. The Nerevarine shot him with firebolts as I engaged in melee. It only took a few strokes after being set on fire. Then I stabbed the thing again. Just making sure. Kintyra stood next to the Nerevarine, blinking. "Yeah, THIS is what you heard about when you heard my stories. Are you sure you want to be an adventurer? You're a princess," I said. She looked down, unsure. Without further words, we returned to Skaal Village. "Your people are free," I told Storn. "The Skall shall forever be your allies. Perhaps you can do the same for all of Solstheim. I doubt it will stop whatever Miraak is doing, but it may slow him." "It's not enough. I need to stop Miraak now," I said back. "I cannot help with that. To stop Miraak, you will need more knowledge about the Black Book you told me of." I showed him. "This is the book? This thing is dark, unnatural. I will have nothing to do with it. I hear the dark elf wizard Neloth knows a great deal about them. Seek him out to the south. Be cautious. There is something else at work here," Storn replied. I rolled my eyes, "More tentacles, I assume." I figured it was time to return to Raven Rock before setting off for Tel Mithryn. We strolled into the Retching Netch on the 3rd, in evening. I told Captain Veleth about Fort Frostmoth and he gave us a handsome bit of pay. We sat down and ate a meal in the Inn, and I happened to find a fork stabbed into one of the casks. A note was stabbed into the cask, written by good ol' Sheogorath. It was for me, no doubt. He'd shown a liking to messing with me (when he could remember what was going on). He wanted me to kill things with the fork. I filed it for later, smirking. We slept in the inn and the next morning I decided I would check out the town. I found a man named Crescius at the entrance to the mine, squabbling with his dark elf wife, Aphia. Apparently he'd spent the better part of his life trying to uncover something in the mine that'd killed his great-grandfather, and was causing the mine to dry up. I shrugged, "I can spare a few hours. I'll search the mine. Even the secret, dangerous parts. There're always dangerous deep parts to mines where people 'dug too deep.'" He raised an eyebrow, "Thanks." I went to the deepest pit and just jumped down. This time, Kintyra stayed at the top and the Nerevarine followed. I broke down a boarded up doorway and found myself in an old Nord ruin. "Well that took literally two minutes," I said. The scores of draugr and traps weren't even the interesting part. It was the hordes of people following us down there. Not even just Miners, either. Aphia and a bunch of random laborers from the town followed. I peered over to Nerevar, "What are these people doing?" He shrugged, "I guess they want to help you take back the deep portions of the mine." "Well, I guess this is an attack party now," I said. Our only recourse was to outpace them. We stepped up our killing speed and plowed through the draugr, throwing stealth out the window. Whenever I thought we'd gotten past the random villagers, they reached us again. "Seriously! GO BACK TO YOUR HOMES!" I yelled. We finished off the group we'd been fighting and while I was looting treasure, Tilisu Severin started using the alchemy station. I threw up my hands, "If you guys get killed, it's not on me." Finally I found a bridge, and I consciously decided not to raise the bridge and we continued forward without the randos. After a couple more rooms, we came upon a door, the grandfather's journal, and a red greatsword. I skimmed it, "I guess, if you attack with this thing a beam will shoot out, and that's how you activate the arch around the door. Runa's old Moonlight Greatsword had that ability. It was actually better than this sword though. Well, I'm not a greatsword person." Made me miss Runa a little, wonder how her travels were going. I slashed the sword a few times and cut the arch until it opened. I was met with another cutting axe puzzle. "Aha, I have an idea!" I said, "TIID!" I ran through the hallway, avoiding all the them with a great deal of speed, then deactivated the trap. The Nerevarine nodded. We passed into the final chamber, fought a dragon priest (by himself? noob), ransacked a chest, and found a word wall. QAH, the second word of Dragon Aspect. And in the last room, another big chest with some great swords in it, and another black book. "I just keep stumbling upon these things," I said, "I guess, get ready to wait a while." The Nerevarine shrugged, sitting down. I opened the book and was flung into the alternate world again. This time, I was on a path in an infinite ocean of black ooze, books strewn about chaotic and squamous structures before me. A voice boomed, "So, another seeker after knowledge enters my realm." "I didn't touch the beacon, I swear!" I shouted back. "I am Hermaeus Mora, Prince of Fate and Lord of Secrets. This is Apocrypha, where all knowledge is hoarded. Perhaps you will prove clever enough to uncover the secrets hidden here. If so, welcome." I started to walk forward. "Perhaps you are a fool or a coward. If so, you are in peril. Read you book again and escape before Apocrypha claims you forever." "Fool? Perhaps. Coward? Not a chance," I said, slicing through the first of the Seekers I found. With maximum snark, I continued, "Bring it on, tentacle boy. I've seen more tentacles than you can imagine." And now, truly alone, I fought my way further. I found books, soul gems, and lots of tentacled enemies as I did. Every hallway shifted as I strode upon it. I had to navigate through a series of buttons and shifting pathways. It was a short jaunt before I came to a huge version of the book I'd read to get here. The Winds of Change. I touched the book, and received a boon - the ability to ignore my companions in my area effect spells and shouts - Companion's Insight. And with that, I was thrust back to Solstheim. "Grandma," Kintyra said, "Where'd you go just now?" "A place you're not going to follow, given the opportunity. Place gives me the creeps. How'd you make it down here?" "The draugr are all dead. I followed the villagers," she replied. "Yeah, until they reform in 10 days or so," I said, "Stick with the Nerevarine if I go to Apocrypha while you're around." "Yes, Ma'am," she replied. We walked out the back secret entrance and I went to Crescius' house. I told him about what happened. An edited version, of course. Just told him about the draugr and he thanked me. It was evening now, and I figured I'd just cleanse the stone right outside of Raven Rock and let the others sleep. I approached the Earth Stone and blasted it with GOL, the same thing happening. This time, though, several of the creatures appeared. Kintyra was caught in the immediate blast and was knocked unconscious. I should feel bad, but I've told her to be careful and stay back. Probably my own fault. Old Moon and Star threw her over his shoulder when we were done and we put her in the Inn. We rested and set off to Tel Mithryn in the morning, without the kid. Maybe this'd teach her a little lesson. We fought a couple Ash Spawn, and a group of warlocks right outside Tel Mithryn, then found the dark elf wizard, Neloth. "I don't recall inviting you into my tower," he said flatly. "I hear you know where to find black books," I stated. "You refer to the tomes of esoteric knowledge that old Hermaeus Mora has scattered throughout the world? What could you know of them." "Well, here's one," I pulled it out, "Just found a second." "Ahhh... you read it too, didn't you?" He sneered, "You've got the look." "I have to know what Miraak wants if I want to stop him." "Miraak? The one all the townsfolk are talking about?" "Yes. He's trying to return to Solstheim." "I KNEW something was going on here. Something connected to Hermaeus Mora is spreading its influence across the land. I had no idea it was connected with Miraak." "Can you help me find more black books?" I asked. "Oh yes. They're not hard to find once you know where to look. I have one here I've been using to locate more," he replied. I chuckled under my breath. His statement had the energy of, 'And I've been using this one to keep the coffee table level.' "You have a Black Book?" "Yes. But my book isn't what you're looking for, I'm quite sure. I do know where to find another though. I haven't been able to get to it. Maybe together we can unlock the secrets the dwemer left behind." "Ahh, the dwemer are involved. That makes sense," I smirked. "Yes, forbidden knowledge. Somewhat of a specialty of the dwarves. I found their reading room in the ruins of Nchardak. It's sealed in a protective case I wasn't able to open. If you're ready, follow me." We made our way to Nchardak, stopping at the Sun Stone (conveniently on the way) and cleansing it. It started to pour rain, and we faced a large group of bandits who'd made a home on the platforms leading up to Nchardak. I was happy to get in, out of the cold.

Hey guys! Welcome to part 5! Make sure you have read the previous parts! You can find links to them in the act six index at the bottom of the post. Previously on: The Frost of Ages Act Six Index:

Hey guys! Welcome to part 3! Make sure you've read the previous parts! You can find links to them in the act six index spoiler at the bottom of the post. Let's begin. Previously on: The Frost of Ages Act Six Index: Author's Note:

Hey guys! Here is part 2 of The Hunt! This is going to be the shortest of all parts in Act six and probably in the entirety of every post that The Frost of Ages will ever have. Sorry about that, but it is the best way to split act six up in the most pleasing way. Before you read it, make sure you have read the previous part (part 1)! The link is below. The previously spoiler will NOT suffice. Anyway, let's continue. Previous Part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/5758-chapter-three-act-six-the-hunt-part-1-of-5/ Previously on: The Frost of Ages Act Six Index:

Hey guys! After a month of constant screenshotting, I have finally made it. A scene a day every day! It went very well, though I did miss a week when I went home for Thanksgiving. However, it worked out, and I managed to get the final shot done on November 30th! Expect a lot of content rolling out these next few weeks now all the way to the conclusion of chapter three! So how will this work exactly? Though there are technically only two acts left in his chapter, there is going to be 8 or 9 total entries. Some of the parts will be quite long, some will be much shorter than normal. Just keep in mind that though they are divided, they are to be considered a full act. So let's cut my little pre-spiel and get right into this. It's time to begin: The Hunt. Previously on: The Frost of Ages Act Six Index:

Meet my newest character I introduce my newest character, Svenja. She is a nord born in Solstheim. An outcast Skaal member who follows the old nordic pantheon. I did a few edit on her and switched pics to her current version. End

The Fool Girl who offered herself In the cold Northest part of Tamriel, in Solstheim, one of the Skaal's nord, decided the venture north in order to get help against the riekling hordes who torment her people. The rieklings started raid the nordic villages in Solstheim, they pillage, kill and enslave the surviving womans. She went an old ruin, covered in snow, long forgotten ruin, what her people abadoned longtime ago. A secure place for her plans. She was preparred and ready to pay any price to deal with the rieklings. The girl name is Svenja, a blond young nord woman from the nordic Skaal village, an outcast from her people, they exiled her, because she idolised the old nordic history and the dragonpriests and she worshipped the nordic gods instead the all-maker. Despite the exile she felt not too much sadness, she knew if she succed she return as hero. She marked an summoning circle in the old ruins, offered heart, fresh apple, death bell and chains of slavery for the summoned. She didn't knew too much about the ritual just how to do it, sge found an old locker in the chieftain house. She chanted the summoning and started the ritual. The summoning was succes, she summoned an Daedra from an unknown place, Svenja got pushed away from the explosion of the Daedra Arrival, she was looked suprised, since she expected something else. It was an red skinned horned winged woman, with daedric markings on her body, wearing jewelry in her nipples and having hooves instead normal feets. What got Svenja interest on her is the big horse like cock, she never saw like that and her expression showed her suprise. Daedra looked down Svenja and simply asked her... Daedra: What is this? Summoning ritual? Where are the cult? Just the "offering"? Svenja: I..... She wasn't really impressed, bit suprised, she expected much more than Svenja herself in old ruin. Daedra: I not really expected summoned here, in this wasteland by the offering? This summoning way was used by the cult.. You there girl Do you know who I am? Svenja: Yes.. Daedra: Of course... She started berate Svenja and insulting her conjuring skills.. Daedra: Apparently you were the conjurer, you don't have enough magicka to even try to bind, nor controll the circle to keep me there, thats pathetic. I needed to came here myself instead summoned by magicka.. Hearing her reaction, Svenja tried plead to her for helping and for her life. Svenja: I do anything, just please help us from the rieklings... and don't hurt me.. Daedra: anything, she says... Daedra expression changed an smile while she looked up Svenja, she noticed how much interest Svenja took in her cock. She simply stated what going to happen. Daedra: You are the "offering", slave offerend for my audience.. Svenja:. Slave? What about the other things?... Daedra: You look rather interested in my cock, why don't just taste it? Prove yourself worthy as offering and I might hear your crying out for meaningless things.. Svenja obeyed her order, she started suck her rather unusual dick, Daedra grabbed Svenja on her head and put her closer. Daedra: You didn't really sucked too much cock do you? Show me your body then... She started touch Svenja body, she tested every inch of her body to see she was good enough to be chained and dragged to the Oblivion. Daedra: At least your body is fine... Svenja: Thank you... I guess.. She went closer and whispered to her ear... Daedra: I'm going to put it in you, I want hear your moanigs and scream... The Daedra putted her sized horsecock in to Svenja's pussy... Svenja was felt a mixture of pain and pleasure... Daedra: You are tight..but not too long... Daedra: I show you the pleasures of being my slave... Daedra: I want use your asshole...sit on me.. Svenja sat down to the Daedra's cock and put it into her asshole, it was different for Svenja, she never really did anal...it was new to her and exciting.. Daedra: Your tight asshole is refreshing... Daedra: Soon you lose your mind... Svenja started loss the controll and less about the consius what she is doing.. Daedra: You will be reduced nothing just tool for my pleasure and dump of my cum.. Daedra: You didn't lasted too long... Svenja just moaned, her expression was full of pleasure, she didn't even tried to anything, just let her be fucked anyway, she complety lost the controll. Svenja was simply felt too much pleasure to endure, the daedra's cock didn't show mercy for her asshole.. The Daedra went the deepest she can, not even the snowstorm could hide Svenja's moanings... She grabbed Svenja and started hold her in hands while she continued fucking her. Daedra: Time to finish this.. The Daedra gave her an kiss.. She cummed into Svenja anf finished fucking her... After it, she simply drop her like a trash... Daedra: You did make me cum.. You are... Her expression started became less happy while she stated Svenja's fate.. Daedra: Unworthy to be my Slave... Daedra: You need to be better than this to even consider you to be my toy... She looked up Svenja's face, her face was covered by her cum, Svenja's expression was still in pleasure, despite the act ended... Daedra: You enjoyed this better than me... look at yourself.. The Daedra started prepare an spell... Daedra: Time to leave... Daedra: I keep on an eye on you, you may later became useable....I left you a gift... Goodluck with the rieklings... Svenja, regained her consiuness and controll, she was chained and full of cum...the Daedra leaved and the summoning circle disappeared. She was exhausted and weakened, her magicka was drained and stunted... Then a riekling rider came and discovered her, the moanings got lead him to Svenja... Riekling: Look mount!!! Gurl!! Good for Queen or Breeding!!! Riekling: She chained!! Lets get her!! End