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My Followers Pack 2 - Standalone Followers - SE View File Second follower pack released! After some days of testing it with no problems, this mod will be released. I hope you enjoy this second merged pack. Thank you for all the support! I hope you're staying safe at home ❤️ INSTALLATION: This file will redirect you to the LE file. Download and install it with any mod manager. From there, you can choose your Skyrim version (Legendary or Special). Read Aqua & Bella's story here and here. Read Kamako's story here. Read Julie's story here. Read Seranya's story here. Read Ursula's story here. >> Check the outfits list here << DOWNLOAD LEGENDARY EDITION HERE Followers: Aqua, Bella, Julie, Kamako, Seranya and Ursula. Level: 10 and will level up with the player. Marriageable: Yes. They don't carry anything, except for Julie, Kamako and Seranya, who carry some weapons (a paralysis staff, an akaviri katana and an elven greatsword). I've personally tested this mod in both LE and SE versions. Both work fine on my end. If you find any problem/bug, please report it to me (screenshots may be of help). Aqua & Bella - Temple of the Divines, Solitude. Julie - Arch-Mage's Quarters, College of Winterhold. Seranya - Thalmor Embassy, Northwest of Solitude. Kamako - Temple of Mara, Riften. Ursula - Eldergleam Sanctuary, between Windhelm and Riften. A skeleton that supports the body physics (SE or LE). HDT-SMP (SE) / HDT (LE). Body - Bodyslide Studio/3BA - SE / LE Skin - Leyenda Skin - SE / LE Brows - Enhanced Brows - SE / LE Eyes - The Eyes of Beauty - SE / LE Hair - KS Hairdo's - SE / LE ENB - Rudy ENB - SE / LE Submitter Anuketh Submitted 01/27/2021 Category Adult Mods Requires Read description Regular Edition Compatible Yes

As Elenwen's little cousin, my duty is to serve the Thalmor. My cousin is the pride of the family, so I want to help raising our family's rank in the Aldmeri Dominion, too. I want to be like her someday. While she was organizing a noble party in the Embassy, I was assigned to guard the Northwatch Keep. With a few soldiers, I went to the fort and waited the new orders. A few weeks ago, a convoy of soldiers with a few wizards arrived. They were guarding a nord in rags. Nobody explained me what was happening nor I did recieve new orders. I limited myselft to keep inside the fort. Nobody could guess that a self-proclamed Dragonborn was going after that prisoner. The attack was really quick. I heard the clashing swords and went outside the interrogation room. I commanded a few guards to come with me and fight, but the number of enemies was greater than our forces. All of my soldiers were defeated. I was alone. I didn't saw the Dragonborn, only his mercenaries covered in my soldiers' blood. I threatened them, gave them a chance to give up. But they were thirsty for more blood. I fought as hard as I could, but they managed to disarm me. They pushed me onto the ground and I closed my eyes, waiting for the final stab. But it never came. When I opened my eyes again, they were laughing. Then, one of them began to undress his pants and I realized I was about to get raped and humiliated by that nord scum. I don't know how many hours passed. They used every hole of my body and when the mercenaries got tired of me, they left. I managed to stand up and went to the interrogation room as fast as I was able to. The prisoner wasn't there, and the interrogator was dead, just like the rest. I was the only survivor of that slaughter. And that was the last Dragonborn's mistake. I'd take my revenge, soon or late. I trained myself in the art of assassination. I become a mercenary and at last I was able to afford a proper armor for my revenge. I followed the tracks of the Dragonborn through all Skyrim. But I lost his trace at Riverwood. I asked several citizens, but nobody answered my questions. I knew the Dragonborn was near, but nobody was willing to collaborate. I found an unhappy married man at the mill and made him talk through the pleasure. I gave him what he wanted in exchange for some information. We sneaked out through the plants and I let him play with my body for a while. When we finished, he told me that the Dragonborn passed by Riverwood some weeks ago and indicated me where he was leading to. That stupid Dragonborn can't hide from me much longer. My revenge is near. NAME: Northwatch Keep STATUS: Finished. RATING: NSFW. PLOT: The rescue of Thorald Gray-Mane from a Thalmor's view.

Argh~~~!!!! a dungeon in the basement of the embassy in Thalmor. A scream of pain fills the prison. A naked woman is hanging in the air, tied to a rope. Her waist is bent in reverse, and heavy barbell are placed above her waist. Her waist is in danger of breaking at any moment. Her face is full of pain and there are groans and screams coming from her mouth. She's the Dragonborn. She infiltrated the Thalmor embassy at Delphine's instruction, but was soon discovered and seized. She was taken to a dungeon in the basement and severely tortured. Her naked body had already had numerous whip marks on it. Now can you tell me why you've gone into the embassy? Please! stop! I don't know anything! Don't lie to me! Kyaaa~! You think I'm stupid? You came into the embassy with an invitation to the party without knowing anything? You think anyone believes that? Please! Some one Help! No one can save you. This is a place where even the Empire can't interfere. You'll suffer forever if you don't confess everything. I... I really don't know anything! I'm just an ordinary beggar who came to eat free food! Ah... my waist will break! Please stop! A vampire beggar who got an invitation to eat free food. How interesting story. You're making such a joke that You're not in enough pain yet, are you? Nooo~~! I'll strip you of your skin to my whip! Argh~~~!!!! I can do this all day. You will be talk. Everybody talk in the end. You think this is the worst thing you can take? There's a lot of other of torture. She shrieks in despair. Her interrogation has only just begun. Can she endure all torture and keep Blade secret? Will she be able to escape from this hell?

After the first torture... She was imprisoned for being tied to a cold metal yoke. What's going to happen to me now... She struggled as hard as she could to get out of the yoke that tied her up, but it didn't work. And the next day... [shrieking] It's burn!! It's burn!! This kind of torture can't be done to ordinary people. Be dead before even they confess. But you're a resilient vampire. Please let me down! It's burning! What, You want something cold? Then I'll do that. [Gurgle] [Gurgle] How is it? Isn't it cool? [Gurgle] A famous Torturer said, 'Water always knows the truth.' Cruel torture continued to her every day. Tortured is continue until she fainted. And when she faint, Torturer make wake her up and torture again. Fire Torture, Water Torture, Whip Torture... And Finally... Wooden horse Torture Argh!!! It's painful, isn't it? You made me do this. If you had confessed earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer this. Please Just kill me! Let me die! It's so painful that I can't stand it anymore! Of course we'll kill you in the end. But it is not acceptable until you tell the truth. So don't bother me. Just say it! Kyaaa~!! I really don't know anything! I don't know anything. Just put an end to this pain! What a persistent girl. Ambassador Elenwen! Tell me what you've got so far. I'm sorry, ma'am. but she keeps saying she doesn't know anything. What? You've been interrogating her for days and you haven't figured anything out? Maybe you're the one who has to get on that wooden horse. You incompetent bitch! I, I'm sorry, ma'am... If you give me a little more time, I'll make sure to get her confession. We don't have time. We need to check reports about Riften's crazy old man! You have to get her confession out before the day passes. Otherwise I'll strip you naked and throw you to the restless soldiers! Do I make myself clear? Y,Yes, ma'am... Then I'll go up. I won't let anyone interrupt you so you can concentrate on your torture work. I want you to report it before the day passes! If I don't get a confession, I'm going through a terrible thing... You heard that, you useless... What the... Where did she go? [sneaky...] Got you! Ah... you...! Did you really think you caught me? Me as a dragon born? I was just pretending to be held for information. This level of torture just tickles me. I could get out of this prison as much as I could if I wanted to. Now, shall we talk about that crazy old man in Riften? Never! Then you give me no choice. [few minutes later] Let me go you bitch! I'm just trying to repay you for what you've done to me in the last few days. Unless you give me the information about the old man quickly. We have 24 hours of time that no one interferes with. Enough time to play with. Even if you scream and ask for help, the People will think it's on me. No...! Now, shall we be begin?

This entry is just used as a "bridge" to connect this story with the next few entries which will be better and longer. Nonetheless I hope you enjoyed this entry.

Hey, it's Destana. I woke up early to hover over the hills and witness the barrier coming down. On my way I fought three dragons, who all seemed to be working in tandem and taunting me the whole way, but I'm a pro at this point. I also saw a strange giant shelled beast, a deer made out of plants, and a tribe of goblins. Damien said more and more strange creatures would be slipping into our world. Damien had picked Solaire's brain about other worlds and his in particular. "I come from a world of wholly shattered time, able to slip between other worlds by design. I can offer you guidance, because your world seems like it is nearing this outcome." It seemed Solaire had either left our world, or decided to explore for a while. In either case, he said he would return later with his ability to move between worlds. The timestreams slipped into one another like two lovers. I returned to Windhelm, which was again assaulted by a small mob of Thalmor (maybe trying to soften us up one more time). Two gargoyles and volkihar vampires acting in the daylight (overcast) helped the Stormcloaks and random adventurers fend off the attack. When you've got the vampires on your side, you know things are looking bad. I knew the real assault was coming when a courier handed me a note just a stone's throw from the Palace of Kings. I noted a nonzero number of Imperial troops in the city. I stepped up to Commander Balfhe at the map room, with Serana, the kids, Ulfric, and a few others standing around. And one person I didn't recognize. "Who is this guy?" I asked, balking at the man next to him, wearing Imperial officer's armor. "This is General Sialius. I worked under him when I fought for the Legion years ago." "Please, I can speak for myself. I'm the General of Cyrodiil's forces," Sialius replied. "What's going on? Why are you here?" I asked. "Our defeat was absolute to the south. Our new lord wants us to continue to bow to the Aldmeri and pay them tribute, hoping they will leave us well enough alone, but I know better. They will not stop until they hold all of Tamriel and have wiped men off the face of this world. I was waiting for the barrier to come down to step across. I came here to rally the Imperial troops. I came here to help the Stormcloaks drive back the Dominion, once and for all." "Hmm..." I stroked my chin, "Are you suggesting an alliance for the time being?" "Yes, absolutely," Sialius said, "You're the Queen here, right? Are you the General of the Stormcloak forces?" I pursed my lips, "I tend to get my hands dirty a lot more than generals or royalty tend to, but yeah, I guess so." Sialius bowed his head, "In that case, I would like to declare my allegiance to Skyrim, and to you. I will command Imperial forces under your banner." "I remember him," Ulfric nodded to me, then turned to him, "You fought well at the Battle of the Red Ring. You have my blessing. We need all the help we can get." "I agree," I said, "Balfhe, why did you send for me? Has the assault begun?" "Yes. Our scouts report they have already started moving toward Riften and Falkreath," Balfhe said. "Alright," I cracked my knuckles, "Damien, take Fenrir and Serana. Teleport to Solitude and inform Commander Hrolf, then go to Falkreath and support the army there." I turned to Runa, "Runa, we're going to Riften." "Why send almost everyone away?" Serana asked. She looked... mildly perturbed, nervous. "Easy," I turned to the group, "You guys are all strong. I feel like together you stand a good chance to keep them out of Falkreath. Riften has the Thieves' Guild. And they'll have me. I'm not trying to act like a big badass here, but I woke up early this morning and killed three dragons, a goblin tribe, a giant snail, and half a dozen Thalmor right at our front door. Oh, and befriended a giant. You guys are the knights, bishops and rooks, and I'm the queen from chess. We need to put me in a place where I can do the most damage unabated." Serana sighed, "If you think it's best." Ulfric smirked, "You haven't seen some of the things I've seen this woman do. She led every major charge in the civil war. And she's only gotten stronger since then." "Gods, don't you think I know? She killed the lord of all vampires, my father, and I know what he's capable of. And not only over sixty dragons, but a literal god. But you're not invincible." "She's right, mom," Damien said, "From what I hear the Thalmor are dipping deep into powerful magics, even more than they are known for." Fenrir folded his arms, "I saw how much that Thalmor Justiciar was ripping through you with magic. You're not resistant to magic. And these guys are no joke. But I think you can do it." Runa slapped me on the back, "And she's got me to watch her back." "Good luck everyone," I said, then I teleported myself and Runa to Riften. First thing I did was go to the graveyard and open up the sliding grave entrance, stepping into the Ragged Flagon Cistern. "Whoa, there are a lot of new recruits here," I said. A Khajiit noticed me immediately, turned and shook my hand, "The old guildmaster. It is an honor. I am called Gnives. You are light on your feet." "Sneaking is a habit, I guess," I said. "Impressive. Others develop bad habits, being noisy one day and quiet the next. It is best to always walk softly, so stealth is natural as breath." "You have good ears," I said. "Twenty paces to the east, a thief scratches his ear. Fifty paces further, a beggar sighs and counts his few coins. Two stories above, a couple shares vows, while underneath in the catacombs, a widow weeps for her husband. The cat hears, the mind knows." "Lass, how you been?" Brynjolf had gathered a group of people around him while I spoke with the cat, in the middle of the cistern. Runa stepped up to the middle and said, "Alright, I spoke to you guys earlier. The day has come. The Thalmor are at our doorstep. Anybody who doesn't want to help, stay here. I'm sure you can hide under the Thalmor in these sewers if they've taken over." "Of course, that time I got Esburn out of here it was from the Thalmor. So they probably know something is down here," I said. "I'm in," a woman said. I'm pretty sure I'd seen her before, but I couldn't remember. Definitely not one of the guys from the old days. "Methredel," she said, "I know you don't know me very well." I nodded. Brynjolf added, "I'll come. I'd rather steal from the current residents." Coming from the main room of the flagon, was Vex and Delvin. "You in?" I asked. "Hell, I guess. You know I don't like you very much," Vex put her hand on my shoulder, "But I hope you don't die out there." "Oi, time for a real dust up with the Thalmor. Finally get to make my mark on history," Delvin said. We went topside. They went to the main gates, and I went to Mistveil Keep. "Hey, who's in charge of the defense?" I asked. Laila pointed to a man sitting behind her. "Let's get to it. What's your name?" "Hlofgahr the Brave. You're Destana Stormblade?" "Yep. Let's get out there." "So you're the great warrior I've been hearing so much about. I hear you did some great things in the civil war. Hopefully you carry them forward here," he said, "Come on. Let's join the men on the front. Seeing you should help boost morale a bit." I shook my head as we jogged through the city, "I've done a lot since then." I grabbed my group, threw down a Call to Arms, and we walked out the doors with the guards. Amassed were a healthy fighting force of Stormcloaks, Imperials, town guards, hunters, and now, thieves. Hlofgahr shouted to the assembled, "These elves think they can stroll in here and take our lands. Take our lives. Well, we need to stop them here. For Skyrim!!" "For Skyrim!" The force shouted. "Here they come!" Somebody shouted. We rushed forward, me jumping over the barricades to get to the furthest ones and meet the front line of defenders as the forces smashed together. The Thalmor troops opened up with fire and lightning, arrows and bound weapons, ripping through the first barricade in seconds. Our forces fell back, and the Thalmor pressed on. An actual full-scale battle is a bloody, confusing, violent mess. My thieves and I fought with stealth and grace, killing wantonly as the actual warriors stood toe-to-toe. I killed men and women left and right, but the Thalmor's forces were monstrous. After the first wave, a second force crested the hill that dwarfed ours. And we fell back. Every time Runa cleaved through a Thalmor warrior, two would take their place. "They've been preparing!" She shouted to me as I used her for a distraction and stabbed her opponents in the back, "Gods, we need to fall back more!" I furrowed my brow as I looked at her, "You support the army. I'm going to pray to Nocturnal." "What are you...?" She started, but then I finished casting Invisibility. Runa fell back, regrouping with the thieves, "I'll keep them off you, just make sure you stab them in the back." I weaved between the Thalmor forces. This was risky, even for me. I revealed myself, decapitating a summoner Thalmor wizard. Then I recasted Invis. The dozen mer that turned towards me threw out wild swings, but I leapt over them and planted myself in a completely different place. I repeated this a few times with some of the most devastating targets: a Wood Elf casting Destruction spells on our lines, the archer captain, another summoner. The Thalmor's back lines were on high alert now, so I knew I only had a couple more uses of this tactic. I spied the commander in the very back. Using my most stealthy moves, I crept up behind him. I grabbed him about the shoulder, putting my off-hand dagger to his throat. "Do what you will, savage!" The Thalmor shouted, "If I am killed, there will be another! Men are a blight on this~" I stabbed him through the neck, but before I could recast my spell, three agents were on me, ripping the weapons from my hands. "FUS-RO-DAH!" I blasted them back, though the one behind me got me in a full nelson. I struggled, kicking the Argonian in front of me and flipping behind the one holding me. I grabbed the Steel Dagger on his belt and stabbed him in the back. I raised my hand, using telekinesis to collect my weapons from the ground. A mountain of Thalmor and auxiliaries were bearing down on me now. I readied invis, and started to cast it, but one of the mer in front of me casted a small firebolt and knocked me out of my concentration. I'd trained in this ability myself, though I'd never gotten a chance to use it - the ability to interrupt spellcasting. Welp, guess I need to use something that can't be interrupted. "TIID-KLO!" I shouted, slowing time. I hoped Riften would be okay with the damage I'd just done. I sprinted away from the battle, enemies still on my heels. "It's the Dragonborn! Capture her!" One of them shouted when time returned. "WULD!" I shouted, Whirlwind Sprinting to put more distance between us. "Time to get back to Riften," I said, readying Teleport: Riften. I warmed up the spell - a five second cast, and I was hit by an arrow. Then another, and another. There were at least a dozen of them still following me. I guessed running wasn't going to be an option. And I was out of sight of the city now. I flexed and transformed into a Vampire Lord. I was met with a flurry of arrows and lightning spells. When the soldiers got to me, I chewed through them with Blood Storm. But damn, these guys were still elites. I discorporated into bats, for a few feet... then... ran out of magicka. The damned arrows had some kind of magicka poison. And it was daytime. I could feel my stamina not returning, my blood burning in the sunlight. I reverted my form. "TIID!" I rushed for the archers, who were still peppering me with arrows. I reached them as the Slow Time ended and decapitated one of them. As I rushed and fought one archer after another, I could feel myself running out of everything. The casters alternated blasting me with ice and lightning. Then... it happened. An arrow pierced my knee, causing me to crouch. One of the archers grabbed me by the arm and stabbed for my chest. I pulled back and took it in the shoulder. "FU~" I started, but the lead caster blasted me with paralysis, knocking me to the ground. An archer grabbed me by the hair and stabbed me in the belly. My blood gushed onto the ground as my vision started to blur. I remember thinking that I was going to die here. Finally, after all this time, in the defense for the first city in Skyrim I called my home. I kicked and screamed, my fluids flowing freely until I fell unconscious. ------------------------------------ "Runa! We're losing! We have to flee!" Hlofgahr the Brave shouted as they fought up against the gates. "I know!" I replied. "This city wasn't made to defend against attacks!" Delvin said, "One of them got in through the docks and opened the gates." "Dammit!" I shouted, "Where is my mom?" "She'll be okay. She has a million getaway schemes, lass," Brynjolf replied. Small pockets of fighting led to groups of Riften's forces falling back to inside the city and beyond. When a group passed by, Delvin yelled, "Where's Methredel... and Vex?!" "Methredel fell back already," Brynjolf said, "We should too, lad. We need to keep to the shadows like thieves." "But..." Delvin started. Brynjolf put his hand on the man's shoulder. "We need to go!" Hlofgahr shouted. "I'm going to look!" Delvin slipped into the shadows, and then was gone. Hlofgahr gathered the men he knew and they fled the city, while the thieves and I regrouped in the Ragged Flagon. Hours later, Delvin walked into the flagon. With a look of pure rage and malice on his face, he stabbed a green glass dagger into the bar. Vex's dagger. "Whatever the Stormcloaks and Dark Brotherhood need," Delvin ground his teeth, "They'll fucking have it. I'm going to murder every single last one of these bastards." Tonilia said, "I know I want to get them back. For Vex." "For Vex!" They all raised glasses. I nodded, "I need to find my mom. She wouldn't just vanish without a good reason." Cynric Endell stood up, "I'm good at tracking, how are you at stealth?" "Pretty good," Runa said. Then she turned to Delvin, "You guys stay here. We need eyes in this city." "Maybe some assassinations too," Tonilia said. So when night fell, Cynric and I left the flagon at the entrance by the stables. Dodging the Thalmor, randos burying and burning dead, the scavengers and thieves robbing corpses, it was pretty much impossible to get a trail. Hundreds of bodies, blood, equipment... it was a losing proposition. We looked for hours, but came up short. I sent Cynric back home, stopped by the Falkreath Sanctuary. Alexstrasza, and quite a few new faces greeted me before I found Arnbjorn, who'd taken up leadership here for the time being. "How did the battle go here?" I asked. "Not well. We lost," Arnbjorn replied. "We lost in Riften too. For now, gather information. Keep an eye and ear out in the city," I replied, "I'm going to regroup." Then I left for Windhelm. Shadowmere was fast, but it still took until morning. When I regrouped with Damien, Fenrir and the others, I found out just how crushing the defeat at Falkreath had been. We were ill prepared for their sheer numbers, and the years of training they'd undergone in oppression of the entire continent. To cement their holdings, the Thalmor publicly executed Jarl Laila Law-Giver and Jarl Dengeir and installed Justiciars to replace them. That day came to be known as the Day of Defeat. "Wait, where the hell is my wife?" Serana asked. "I... don't know," I replied. --------------------------------------------------------- "Let's begin, what is your name?" "Destana." "Not going to lie or spit or generally be a savage?" "I don't really see much reason to lie. The truth is, you're going to die. Soon. And I'm getting out of here," I said. A torch flickered to life in the hallway, revealing my surroundings. I was in a cell with several other prisoners, already dead. One of them had already started to smell. I was dressed in shabby brown sack clothes with none of my equipment, but also not chained or bound in any way. I checked my wounds, and they'd been bound and healed. "My, this seems familiar," I said. "So you're familiar with being imprisoned, then?" The mer said condescendingly. "I don't know if you know this, but Skyrim's pretty brutal," I replied, gripping the bars in my hands, "You know it took you guys about twenty to take me down?" "It takes a lot of handlers to take down a rampaging bull. But rest assured, things will right," the Thalmor said. He was clothed in Thalmor robes and approached the bars to speak to me closely as two guards patrolled the hall behind him. "Do you know who I am?" I asked flatly. "Someone said you're Dragonborn. Like some kind of Tiber Septim wannabe," he replied, "Do you expect me to be impressed?" "No. I expect you to die," I said. I grabbed his robe through the bars, casted Bound Dagger and stabbed him in the neck. He collapsed, dead. I unlocked the door with the Unlock spell. The guards rushed over, stabbing me with polearms. They backed me into the cell then into the corner. I got ready to shout, when I was stabbed through both shoulders and pinned to the wall. I took a breath again, and another Thalmor wizard rushed over, throwing a paralyze spell on me. "You...... fuc..... king...... git...." I squeezed out. "Kill her! Now!" The wizard shouted. "DO NOT!" Another wizard entered, speaking softly, "She is an extremely valuable and dangerous prisoner. We are waiting for the lead Inquisitor to come in from Falkreath. For now, you idiots keep her under control. She does indeed have dragon blood and is one of the most dangerous, most wanted persons in this godsforsaken country." While I was still paralyzed, they chained my hands to the ceiling and stripped me naked, forcing me to stand for the time being. Fortunately, my wounds healed quickly. I think I may have fallen asleep standing up, because I was started awake by two of the guards talking. "You think she's as dangerous as people say?" One asked. "Nah, I doubt it. What's taking the damn Inquisitor so long anyway? Falkreath isn't that far from here," the other asked. "Supposedly he's in Elswyer, interrogating some insurgents. I think a Nord woman, a few others... and a blue khajiit. Then he's going to teleport to Falkreath and come here. When I asked, they said he'd be here in the morning," the first one replied. "Hey guys," I said, "Just wanted to let you know I'm awake. I'm getting awfully hungry. Mind giving me something to eat?" The first one sighed, "Yeah. The Interrogator likes to have them at full strength before he breaks them." He grabbed a bucket with a gruel-like substance and walked over to me, "I'm going to pour some of this in your mouth. Open up." "Oh, I'm a vampire," I said. I pulled myself up by the chains and wrapped my legs around the man's neck. "No! Please! I have a wife and son!" The mer shouted. I snapped his neck, then I brought him up to me, latching my fangs onto his neck. I drank my fill and dumped him on the floor. "By the fucking gods, I guess the stories are true," the other one said, surprisingly calm. "You're awfully calm about me killing your friend," I said. "Well, he was kind of a dick. I'd prefer if you didn't kill me. But you're still chained up and I'm not coming close to you," he smirked. "What's your name, guy?" I asked. "Saulet." "When I bust out of here, I'll do my best not to kill you," I smirked. Just then a group of Thalmor soldiers and the high ranking wizard from before rushed in. "What happened here?" The wizard asked. "This guy got too close. I'm not as much of a fool." He sighed and casted another paralysis spell on me, "Alright. Chain up her legs." He did so, and then a changing of the guard happened. A couple hours later (I presume, I don't have any way to tell time), more soldiers came by. I was just hanging out (literally), resting my eyes, when a couple more guards happened by. "Hey, fellow guard, what say we have some fun with this prisoner who cannot fight back?" "Honestly, who talks like that?" The other guard asked, "Act normal you weirdo." He looked upon my naked, dirty, bloody form, "Although, you do have a point. She's got a pretty nice body." They thought I was asleep. I was only pretending to be asleep. They opened the door. They started pulling down their trousers. I opened my eyes and smiled at them. "That's right, woman. I don't know why you're so well chained up," the first one said, "But we're going to have some fun with you." "Your funeral," I replied. "What was that?" The second one grabbed my chin and spat in my face. "I said... most skilled casters can still cast spells even when their wrists are bound." "Wait.. what?" I flicked my wrist, improved Telekinesis lifting the elven dagger off the unattended guard's belt, and it stabbing him in the back of the neck. He fell on the floor, dead. The second one rushed away, but I gripped my hand and the door slammed shut. "Lock," I said flippantly. "Who the hell are you?" The second guard asked. "I'm the actual devil," I replied as the dagger chased him around the room. He turned to grab the thing, and he fought against the force of the blade as it slowly slid into his eye, killing him. When the wizard once again rushed in with his pocket guards, I had already telekinesis'd the key and was freeing myself, but again, they fell back on paralysis. I tried throwing up a ward, but I was too slow. "Alright, this is getting out of hand. This time I want her in mittens, chained and bound all parts of her body. Call a muster. I'm going to brief everyone in this fortress about how fucking dangerous she is," the wizard said. When they'd set me up in my new digs, and I had recovered from paralysis, I finally replied to him, "You should probably kill me now. I have a feeling you're going to run out of guards." The wizard gripped me by the hair, "What are you going to do now?" "The most dangerous part of me," I said, "Did you forget I'm dragonborn?" I leaned in so my nose was nearly touching his and then shouted, "YOL-TOOR!" And blasted Flame Breath in his face. He grabbed his face, "MY EYES!" I was chuckling when they started beating me about the body. "FUS-RO-DAH!" I blasted the guards away from me. I laughed again, "You guys are fucking amateurs! You think you can conquer Skyrim? I am a dragon that was born in the crucible of this harsh land and I WILL BREAK YOU EVEN FROM CAPTIVITY!" "Gods!" The wizard shouted, still gripping at his face, "Put a fucking gag on her!" "NAAK DII GOLT!" Not a shout, just me telling them to eat my ass. With some trouble on their part, they finally got a facemask on me with a hole at my mouth. One of them inserted a plug that went into my mouth and screwed into the face of the mask. Even without the plug, it was very hard to enunciate enough to shout, but with it I couldn't speak at all. I figured I'd done enough damage by that time. It was time for some sleep. In the morning, I was woken with a slap by the wizard who I'd blinded. He unscrewed the plug and pulled it out of my mouth. My jaw was sore from having it in my mouth all night. There was another Thalmor wizard there now. "Who the hell are you?" I asked. "Aerandil. Aldarilar. Tilar Aedriath. Ondolemar. And I hear your son killed Ancano. And how many more Thalmor have you killed? My name matters not. But if you must know, I am the High Inquisitor Orthar Alkinius. Several of those I mentioned before were my friends." "Why should I care?" I asked. "Oh, I wouldn't imagine you would. I'm just establishing a background. At the end of this, you will be screaming to tell me all your secrets. And I wish to learn a great many things from you. First," he turned to the blind wizard, "First, have your bravest guard insert this." He turned back to me, "This soulgem insert in your vagina will continuously drain your magicka. I know you can cast some spells without your hands. A rare and powerful technique." Orthar smirked at me, "You were holding that back to surprise us again, weren't you? Shame. You will find that unlike most the people you've fought, I've done my research."

Hey, it’s Destana. In keeping with my training montage, Solaire and I spent another twelve hours in the Pit, getting to level 20, at which point I figured he probably needed a rest. “Need a break? I’m a vampire, so I don’t need to sleep, as long as I have blood potions, and I still have quite a few,” I said (I still accumulated human flesh as a werewolf and then cooked it into Blood Potions when I turned again). “No, in fact, I am undead,” he explained, “My kind do not tire, though when we are defeated, we become more and more hollow, eventually forgetting ourselves and becoming like the creatures we’ve been fighting.” “You seem to be keeping yourself in good shape,” I replied, “I wouldn’t have expected a cheerful knight like yourself to be hiding such a curse.” “Indeed. It plagues most the populace where I’m from,” he replied. “I’m not the hero type myself, but I can respect someone such as you,” I smiled. “You really are fond of chatting with me, aren't you? If I didn't know better, I'd think you had feelings for me! Oh, no, dear me. Pretend you didn't hear that! Hah hah hah!” Solaire said. I chuckled back at him, “I have no idea how long you’ll be able to stay in this world. In these couple days I feel like we’ve become friends. There’s an invasion about to happen and I’m planning on patrolling the border again, and rescuing some women from captivity. Want to come with?” “You’ve made quite an impression on me. I’d relish the chance to assist you further,” Solaire nodded. We walked out, teleported to the Faction Embassy so I could dump gear off for the Stormcloaks, adventurers, etc. Ulfric was there, checking out the place. I introduced him to Solaire. “This is my husband, High King Ulfric,” I said. “Pleased to meet you, your grace,” Solaire bowed. Ulfric chuckled, “I like this one. He has far better manners than you ever did when you were a commoner.” We teleported to Highreach and grabbed the kids (and Dagri’Lon, who’d taken up permanent residence there), then to Volkihar Castle and grabbed Serana. When I got there, there was a Dawnguard attack sneaking in the backway and I joined the vamps to take them down. Serana was waiting for me in the common room. “Looks like it’s time to party,” she said, “Who’s this?” “I am Solaire of Astora. I am far from my home,” he replied. “Oh!” Damien shouted, “A person from another world to actually talk to, who is not just a monster! I have many questions for you after this, good Sir Knight.” “I will oblige to the best of my ability,” Solaire responded. “We have quite the posse here, what are we doing?” Serana asked. “The last few wenches who need saving, and going to patrol for Thalmor again,” I said. “I heard you were training. Want to go a round in our training rooms?” She asked. “Uhh… sure. I noticed one of your teleporters up top said that, but I had no idea what it was.” “Yeah, we have quite a few captives. Instead of killing interlopers, the others hold them until I decide what to do with them.” “I have noticed Skyrim’s population has exploded in the past year or so,” I said. We went to the dungeon. “Just pull the levers,” Serana said. I pulled one, and a feral werewolf came out of the first darkened cell. People drew their weapons, but I said, “Hang on.” “KAKE!” I called, and he calmed down. “Curious,” Solaire said. “I pride myself on being able to bring the werewolves back to their senses. What’s your name, guy?” “Vargas,” the were growled. “How about it? Want to join our group of murderhobo… I mean the fully legitimate royal procession?” He chuckled a gravely voice, “Why not. You make me laugh.” We teleported to Riften, which for some reason put me right in the market. “Hey. Long time no see,” Mjoll said, “You going on a hunt or something?” “Who’s this? She’s cute,” Serana whispered to me. I winked at Serana and turned back to Mjoll. “Yeah we’re hunting. Wanna come?” I asked. I figured; more isn’t bad. Now my veritable army stepped out of the southern gate, and I passed by the shops there. “Hey!” A voice called. I turned around, “Wow! How many coincidences today…?” Shirley stepped up to us, looking the same as ever. Even in her eighties, she was still built like a tank and now in full Ebony. “How the heck are ya? I heard you’re queen now,” she asked. “Not bad. Can’t complain. Look, if you want to come with us, I have a sizeable group that are patrolling the borders,” I said. “For old times’ sake, why not!” She dropped the apple she was looking at. Immediately as we passed the last house in the Riften Southern Extension, I spied a mage casting lightning spells, yelling, “Help!” As we got near him, I realized he was being pummeled by a Giantess. The group started to draw their weapons, but again I told them to hold. “KAKE!” I called. And the Giantess looked over to me. “Gods, mom, that ability is too overpowered!” Runa shouted. “Yeah, I know. But it allows me to be a true peacemaker,” I smirked. I looked at the Giantess, only the second I’d ever seen, “Hi, what’s your name?” She didn’t seem to respond with any kind of sentence structure, but she said, “Benna.” “Come with us. There’s food and gold in it for you.” She nodded, though I’m sure my call had something to do with that. As I finally walked out of town, I noticed a bunch of the guards were wearing Ancient Draugr horned helmets I’d supplied. I nodded. We traveled down the road through the night, until we came upon a Thalmor group. My veritable army demolished them. Later, we came upon a group of Imperial Soldiers and a Stormcloak prisoner. “Wait wait wait,” I said, “You guys are still with the empire?” “Yeah, what of it, citizen?” “I think you may be confused. Not only is this no longer an Imperial Province…” “Please, help me,” the Stormcloak man said. “…but the Empire is collapsing in on itself. Are you guys like those men on islands who didn’t know the war is over for many years?” “I don’t think you belong here,” the Imperial said. “Well, okay,” I reached into my bag and the first thing I found was a Glass Greatsword, and handed it to the Stormcloak, then we proceeded to liberate him. We traveled to a Bandit cave where one of the wenches were being held captive, and once again demolished because I was leading an army. I asked Benna to stay outside. When we’d cleared out the place, Serana and Mjoll, who’d been hanging back and flirting with each other, started stripping. I pulled off the wench’s hood and untied her. “By the Lord of Sunlight,” Solaire exclaimed, “Is this normal in this land?” I chuckled, “Sometimes when you kill a dragon or clear a dungeon, in this world, people like to celebrate.” “Aren’t you two… together, or something?” Solaire asked, “Most puzzling.” “I can solve the puzzle for you,” I grabbed his hand and put it on my breast (always bare, but everybody seems to have accepted it at this point). I started to strip off his armor for him, and my own, then I got on top of him. The kids just kinda walked out of the cave in this time, while Serana watched us after she’d finished with Mjoll. Project 05_02-02-2022_15-58-41-564.mp4 When we finished, Solaire seemed pretty pleased, but he was still the absolute gentleman, “M’lady, we have more damsels to save.” I smiled, “You can take that memory back to your world, when you go back. Let’s go!” We teleported to Falkreath and set out on the road, quickly finding another Thalmor war party. “Surely they must be depleting their forces in Skyrim by now!” Fenrir said. “Maybe they found an access tunnel,” Runa said back. We fought them for a bit, the casters staying on a nearby ridge while I joined the melee troops, until Damien entirely decimated them with Black Winter. Project 04_02-02-2022_15-53-17-610.mp4 “You should probably teach me that spell,” I chuckled. Finally, we traveled to the tower where the final kidnapped wench was being held captive, west of Dawnstar. They of course noticed us right away. (Hard not to see a giant and about ten people). So I opened with an elemental blast and rushed in with the melee fighters. Project 03_02-02-2022_15-47-15-697.mp4 To my surprise, there was another captive besides the wench – a woman named Tikrid. She helped out in the battle, and we escorted the pair back to Dawnstar. I sent Mjoll home, and the rest of them retired to Highreach. “I have one more thing I want to do – I’ll meet you guys there.” I touched Benna by the arm, and said, “There’s somebody I’d like you to meet.” I teleported to Markarth. It being in the morning, it was perfect timing. I stepped up to the Giant I’d coerced to stay at the gates a few days earlier. “What’s your name, big guy?” “Bol,” he responded. See, I figured giants can understand us. They just have limited intellect. “Bol, this is Benna.” They smiled at each other and seemed to hit it off… I guess. Hard to understand what’s going on with giants. I turned to the guards, “Alright, same deal as before. These guys are gonna keep Markarth safe.” The pair of giants and the mammoth moved off to the far side, and I smiled, “Perfect.” Then I teleported to Highreach and joined my group at the picnic tables. I reached into my bag and handed Vargas a witch’s head, “Here, as promised.” “What is this for?” He asked. “Actually… wait, that probably won’t work for you,” I said, taking the head back, “We’ll need to figure out a different way.” “Well, we could make him a vampire. Then cure him of vampirism,” Serana shrugged, “Or he could stay. Whichever.” “Eh, up to you. At any rate, you can stay in Highreach if you like.” Dagri’Lon sidled up to me, “You may be pitiful and such, but you seem to have this situation under control. And you need a High Wizard, yes?” “I guess I still need one of those,” I said. “Look no further… worm,” Dag said. “On one condition. You have to refer to me as something more palatable,” I said. “I hope you’re not expecting me to call you, ‘Your royal highness.” “No, just Destana is fine,” I replied. “Fine. Fine. Destana.” “Who else can say that have a court mage who doesn’t have a head?” I smirked. He reached his ghostly hands up to find his hood had fallen off. I chuckled, then I turned to Shirley, “It’s been too long. What have you been up to?” “Oh, I traveled around Skyrim for a while. You know Inigo and Sofia are in Elswyer?” “Yeah, Runa told me. Say, you two should collaborate. You’ve been using a greatsword for decades. She’s been using one for a while, and is quite talented. Maybe she could learn something,” I nodded, “Wanna come stay in Highreach?” “That sounds peachy,” Shirley said. Then I turned to Solaire, “My friend, did you have an exciting jaunt in Skyrim?” “Truly legendary, my friend. You’ve taken jolly cooperation to an all-new level.” “The offer stands for you as well,” I said, “You’re new to this strange land. We have lots of room in this old, dusty keep. I’m trying to build an infrastructure here, and I’d be happy to have you.” “Of course,” he replied. Everybody seemed to disperse after that, and Serana and I hung out until nightfall. “That’s very big of you to offer room to so many people. I’d come to stay here if I didn’t have my own castle,” she said. “Of course, you’re always welcome,” I held her hands, “Got anything else you want to do before zero hour?” “I’m feeling a little tense, just like you said you were. You feeling any better about this? They seem to have no limit of forces to throw at us,” Serana said. “Yeah, but we have some real power here.” “These small skirmishes are nothing compared to what’s coming I’m sure,” she said. We went to bed. By this time, I reckoned, it was day 25. In the morning, I called back the rangers. I sent Serana to gather the vamps that were willing to fight with us. I talked to Madanach and the chiefs of the Forsworn. Ulfric and Fenrir gathered the Stormcloak forces. Runa and Nazir put the Dark Brotherhood and Thieves Guild on high alert. I myself went and made a large peace offering to the Giants in the form of food and huge weaponry, and through some form of grunts and hand signals, they said they would send a couple our way. I laid with Ulfric on day 28. It’d been a while since we slept together. And now it was the 11th hour.

Disclaimer: Another worldbuilding episode. Hey, it’s Destana, and this is my wedding! I’d told Madanach and the others I was getting married on the following day, and I was woken up in the morning after sleeping the sleep of the dead. “Who are you?” Borkul asked. “I’m here to collect my mother for the wedding. She’s still got a few hours, but we need to get her ready.” I peeked my head outside to find Damien and Runa waiting for me. “Hi mom!” Runa said. “These yours?” Borkul asked, then looked at me, and at them. “You guys probably should’ve sent Fenrir. At least he looks like me,” I smirked, “Where’s the wedding?” “Temple of the Divines in Solitude,” Damien said. Better than my last one. “Alright, hang on to me and I’ll teleport to Volkihar,” I said. Damien raised an eyebrow, “Why not just teleport directly to Solitude?” “Do you… know how to do that?” I asked. “Yeah, I can teach it to you later,” he replied. “Dang spellcasters,” Runa mumbled. “My thoughts exactly,” Borkul commented. “Wait! Wait!” Madanach rounded the corner of the cave and peered into Borkul’s tent, “When and where?” “Noon. Solitude Temple,” Runa repeated. “Of course you should’ve picked under the Sacred Tree to be married… but I’ll be there! Just let me go get some others and I’ll see you there!” Madanach smiled. “Do you think that’s wise?” I asked. “Hey, we’re friends now. If they have a problem with me, fuck em,” Madanach chuckled, “Besides, I’m going to change into something more appropriate.” “You’re a madman. I’m staying right here in the comfort of my tent,” Borkul said, then he smiled at me, “Come by sometime.” Madanach teleported out, then Damien grabbed us by the arms and teleported to Solitude. “I’m going to go ahead and tell them we’re here,” Runa said, leaving Damien and I. “Have you had breakfast yet?” I asked. “Not really. Want a bite?” He asked. “Definitely need water too. I’ll be glad when I’m a vampire again and I don’t need to worry about such things,” I said as we walked into the Winking Skeever. “Given it much thought to when you’ll go back?” Damien asked. “I dunno, I was thinking I might age up a little and then go back. Not natural to be 29 forever. But then the vampires wouldn’t even talk to me when I went there last. Except Serana, of course,” I explained. Our water and a plate of food hit the table and we ate it quickly, “Do anything exciting in the past two weeks?” “Yeah. I have bad news about the Eye of Magnus. Turns out it is some kind of ancient weapon, but that asshole Ancano tried to harness its power. We had to stop him, but we lost it in the process. The Psijics took it back.” I sighed, “Too bad.” “Yeah, Savos Aren and Mirabelle Ervine died.” I shook my head, “Good people. Who are they making the Archmage?” He chuckled, “They actually offered it to me. I turned it down of course.” “Well, you could probably do it,” I said. “Yeah, maybe, but so many of the staff have decades of experience on me. And I just want to be free to learn magic. I nominated Tolfdir. And hell, I got a taste of dungeon delving with my magic. I use stealth and magic. I understand now why you like it so much. Oh! Hey! I have a present for you,” he put a scroll on the table and rolled it out, “I don’t know that this will have the intended effect, but I found a word wall, and I took a rubbing of it for you. My Dova is not great, but I figured this could be useful to you.” “Ah ha! Klo, meaning Sand, the second word of Slow Time,” I smiled big, “That is a great present.” I took a long drink of water, cleared by throat and shouted, “TIID – KLO!” And time slowed for an entire twelve seconds. “Thanks. Still, shame about those deaths though. Another Thalmor casualty.” “Actually…” He smirked a little, “A long time ago I heard you talk about how you were looking for a Resurrection spell. I figured since you have a lot on your plate, I’d take up that search, and I found one with the help of Colette. Sadly, it only works if the body is intact. Savos was too far gone. But I was able to save Mirabelle with it. She was very thankful.” “I bet! She’s a little old for you, but I bet you could’ve gotten some real thanks,” I winked. “Geez, mom!” Damien smiled. A man was laughing at the bar, “I have it on good authority he did accept additional thanks from Mirabelle. Better or worse than the Dark Seducers he’s been hanging out with?” “Who are you, stranger?” I turned, then I blinked, “What the hell are you doing here?” “I came to give you my blessing,” the man said, and he threw back his hood, revealing Sam Guivenne, his human form. “Dad,” Damien said. “Hey son,” Sanguine replied. “It’s been a while,” I said, “Longer for you than me.” “Hard to believe you last saw me only a few months ago. In Skyrim, it’s been a year? And for me it’s been at least a decade,” Sanguine said, “Anyway. I hope this one makes you happy. I know I was too damn flighty to have the staying power you needed.” “I’m… the flighty one,” I said, feeling tears form at the edges of my eyes. “Anyway, I’d better be hitting the road,” Sanguine said, “If you’ve in Oblivion sometime, come by.” He laughed as he walked out, and so did we. But it was a sad laugh. We made it to the Temple within the hour, and the first thing I noticed was Maramal was here amongst the other priests, getting ready for the ceremony. Damien took his leave to help the preparations. “Did you bring the boxes?” A voice said around the corner. “Of course I did, m’lady,” it was Falk Firebeard. As I turned the corner, I spied Falk in a nice set of noble’s clothes, and Elisif the Fair in a white dress. “Hey, Elisif. You know I considered a dress like that. People seem to like them,” I said. “What… are you wearing?” She asked, and I realized I was still wearing my forsworn clothes, boobs out and all. I think my family was starting to get used to my strangeness. I threw a shirt on for Elisif’s sake. She smiled at me, “I know we don’t know each other that well. But I hope we can be friends in the coming years.” “I would like that, Elisif,” I said. “Also, after the wedding, stay on the dais. I have something for you both,” she walked away with Falk. About that time, Fenrir walked up to me. “Hey kid, have I mentioned before that you’re almost as tall as Ulfric?” I asked. “Uhh… thanks,” he replied. “Where do I change? I hope they brought the dress I ordered,” I said, “You look like you need to change too. Nice dwemer armor.” “Oh yeah, I’ve been hitting dwemer ruins lately, trying to find some new gear. In between drill runs and organizing the army. You don’t think the armor is okay for the wedding? I polished it. Looks better than daedric armor. Dad’s wearing his armor,” Fenrir replied. “That old bastard,” I muttered. I’d been seeing people here and there dressed for the occasion, but mostly the Jarls and officials who’d made a long trip. I had no idea who they invited. But I turned and saw Vex, Brynjolf and Delvin all walking in. “Hey, lass. Good to see you,” Brynjolf said. He was wearing a green tunic, his hood from his Nightingale armor peaking out onto his head. “Hey, guildmaster,” I turned to the others. Vex was wearing a long, black dress and Delvin was wearing a set of respectable fine clothes. “You steal those clothes from some unsuspecting nobles?” I snickered. Delvin clapped me on the back, “Not really. We’re rich now so we don’t really need to worry about it.” “Yeah, Maven helped us buy a couple of those businesses south of Riften, complete with some business advice. Now that we’re paid off, we’ve got legit income,” Vex smiled, “Thanks again, I guess.” I smirked, “You’re still the same Vex.” Always cold. “Did you guys ever have that wedding?” I asked. “Yeah,” Delvin said, “It was a small affair though, not like this; Jarls and such. Though Maven came.” “Well, I’m sorry I missed it,” I said. “It was while you were fightin’ Alduin, lass,” Brynjolf said, “Think nothin’ of it.” “Gods, would you three stop presenting your hindquarters to the new queen,” Maven said, walking in the door with Maul and Jarl Laila Law-Giver. “Maven! As crabby as ever,” I said. “Well, I don’t know how you managed to swindle your way into being queen. Oh, yes, I know exactly how. I must’ve been drunk or high that day,” she smiled, but only just a little, “All the same, you’ve got balls. I respect that. You did work for me for a while. I wonder if that had anything to do with it.” The group went into the sanctuary beyond us, and I looked back at Fenrir, “So where’s my dress and changing area?” “Oh, right,” he said, then he led me to a private room. Runa was already there, and Fenrir left to go find Ulfric. A familiar face showed herself out of a dark corner. “Babette?” I asked. “I came with Runa. I feel like I haven’t seen you in months, and I find out you’re going to be a bride, and a queen! Imagine my astonishment,” Babette smiled. She was wearing a simple, black dress. “You guys wanna help me out?” I started to strip off my fur and leather, and wash the parts of me that needed washing. “Runa, have you seen Serana?” I asked. “Yeah, she’s here.” “Hmm… I wonder if she wants to hang out with us,” I said. “No,” she said, then she looked confused, flustered, like she wasn’t sure how to put what she was trying to say, “She… doesn’t want to see you.” “What do you mean she doesn’t want to see me?” I asked, getting a little sad. “Oh, I mean, uhh….” Runa said. “Ok, well, I definitely need to go see her now. Where is she?” I stood. “No, you… can’t,” she replied, “Help me out here, Babette!” “Hey, don’t look at me!” She replied. “Can’t?” “She um… wanted to be alone. Nothing against you. You know how she gets,” Runa replied. I tilted my head, sitting down, “I guess…” We finished putting my dress on, realizing time was approaching. “Say, what have you been doing these last couple weeks?” I asked. Runa replied, “I caught back up with the Brotherhood. We have a presence in Bruma again, assuming this war doesn’t just destroy Skyrim in the process. Helped Aventus offload a bunch of goods from Bruma. Then I helped Azuk deal with a problem from his past (he’s a member).” “Are you guys an item?” I asked. “Kinda…” she replied, “He’s pretty useless in a fight though. He swings around a Glass Rapier like he’s helping. But he can talk his way out of pretty much anything. We haven’t really … confirmed what we are I guess.” “Good for you.” There was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” Runa answered, “Oh hey!” “Mind if we see the bride?” A woman said. It was Farkas, Vilkas, Aela and Ria. “Hey!” I shouted, hugging the four of them and Runa in a group, “I didn’t think you’d show.” “You told us about this last week!” Ria said, “Obviously not everybody came.” “The four of us figured you needed the support. What’s this I hear that you and Ulfric are getting crowned King and Queen?” Farkas asked. F and V were wearing matching fine clothes, both with the sleeves removed. Ria was wearing a white fur dress (that must’ve been hard to get) and Aela was wearing a short blue flower dress, that might’ve been meant as a party dress, but it worked in the ‘not overshadowing me’ department. “Where did you get those robes? They look like they’re your formal robes for lifting weights,” I laughed. Vilkas laughed, “Is it that obvious we don’t dress up often?” “Just wanted to wish you well,” Aela said, and they cleared out. More people showed up now, just walking into the open door. “Hey! You really clean up!” I said. It was Madanach with Katalia and Badycia. “None of the others wanted to come into the city. Prefer country life. But since I’ve been living in a city for at least a decade…” Madanach said. The women were wearing green matching dresses, and Madanach a blue fine tunic. I looked down at Badycia’s feet. Not wearing shoes. I smirked. “I think at some point today we should talk about what you meant when you told our king you were going to ‘give him the Reach,” Badycia said. “Politics, it never fails,” I sighed, “Well, Igmund is already removed from power. No matter what I’m going to do, the Forsworn are to be taken under the wing of Skyrim. Not in an exploitative manner, but a protected people. Either, we let the Silver-Bloods keep Markarth and make a tenth hold: the Southern Reach, or I make you Jarl of Markarth and absorb Thongvar Silver-Blood into my staff. Ulfric and I are going to require a staff for this unification thing to happen.” Madanach scratched his chin, “I think after being under the thumb of the Silver-Bloods for so long, I would like to have Markarth as my own.” “I can grant that, as long as you allow all the current residents to stay there, without pressure or danger,” I said. “The old High Kings of Skyrim had a Lord Administrator that handled taxes, finances and the royal treasury,” Babette said. Everyone looked at her like she’d grown a second head. “What? I may look like a child, but I’m 311 years old. As you can see, I was made a vampire when I was around ten.” I nodded, “Sometimes I forget. What other positions did they have?” “Uhh… Lord Commander, who commanded the armies. High Scholar, who keeps records. And I think King Istlod employed his own blacksmith, and a group called the Skyrim Rangers that patrolled the borders. Some old kings had a High Wizard, but it’s usually just the Archmage, or a high-ranking representative.” “I already have some names in mind,” I said. Bells started to ring in the chapel, reminding me of why I was here. Everyone rushed out of the room before me, and I stood, getting myself mentally ready. In about thirty seconds, I put on my best smile and slowly began to walk down the stairs. I could hear the bards playing music, echoing throughout the temple. As I entered near the back, all eyes turned towards me and everyone stood. Everyone I’d seen earlier was lining the seats, with the additions of Jarl Baalgruf, Irileth and Jarl Thongvar (sitting next to Madanach!! Though I’m not sure he notices him). I approached Maramal. Ulfric was to the left wearing his armor, with Fenrir and Galmar. Serana was off to the right wearing a purple dress, with Runa and Damien. I stood across from Ulfric and he smiled at me. “Dearly beloved…” Marmal started, and I stared at Ulfric for a little bit. I did love him, of course, we had a long history. It wasn’t fiery like Serana, but it had staying power. I peered over to her and she was smiling too. “I do,” Ulfric said, and I snapped me out of my daze. “Do you?” Maramal looked to me. “I do,” I replied. “By the power vested in me by our lady Mara, I declare you to be wed. I present to the two of you with these matching rings, blessed by Mara's divine grace. May they protect each of you in your new life together.” We embraced, kissing in front of everyone. “And!” Maramal said, “We have a second set of vows to perform. I’m excited. This is the first one of these I’ve been privileged to perform. Please, Serana Volkihar, step forward.” I looked at her, and she smiled, blushing. “Did you plan this?” I asked. “Ulfric and I got to talking, and figured we’d spring this on you,” Serana smirked. “Serana, do you take this woman to be your wife?” Maramal asked. “I do,” she replied. “Destana, do you?” "I do, now and forever." “Under the light of my lord Dudestia, I declare you to be wed.” I kissed Serana, and everyone there cheered for us. A few seconds later, Jarl Elisif the Fair stepped up to the group, Falk Firebeard holding two boxes. She opened the first one. “We thought it fitting I do this, because I have all rights to take this position, but I never wanted to rule Skyrim. If things had been different…” Elisif said. Ulfric kneeled before her. “By the power vested in me by the moot, I do crown you, High King of Skyrim, Ulfric Stormcloak!” Elisif said. A great cheer rang through the temple as she placed the Jagged Crown on his head. She opened a second box. “Of course, you don’t have to wear that thing. It’s just symbolic. We had a king and queen’s crowns specially made for this,” Elisif said, motioning to the smaller, more manageable crowns in the second box. “Now you,” she looked at me. I knelt and Elisif said, “By the power vested in me by the moot, I do crown you, Queen of Skyrim, Destana Stormblade!” Another cheer. “Let a whole new wave of cruelty wash over this land!” I said, then smiled, “Kidding.” As people started to mill around and congregate, talk, ask questions, etc, it was clear the ceremony was over. I sighed. “What is it, mom?” Runa asked. “I wonder where my old friends are. You know, Inigo, Sofia, Shirley. I would have sworn they would come,” I said. “Oh, Inigo and Sofia are in Elswyer. I actually went down there in a caravan for a while.” “Wow, you did a lot while you were out there. Where else did you go?” I asked. “Well it was five years. I went all around Cyrodiil, Elswyer, a little of Morrowind, then I skirted the border until I found the tunnel. We’d had to travel through it to get out the first time (because border control was tight then) and we found the time distortion gradually changed as we moved through the tunnel, so it was passable.” “Hmm… hopefully the Thalmor don’t figure that out,” I said. I turned to Ulfric, “So we’re in agreement that I’m not just a royal spouse and I have actual power, right? Since I did kinda make this happen.” “Yes, of course,” he said, “Run your decrees by me first. But I trust your judgment.” “Remember what I said about the Forsworn?” “Is what you’re about to do going to make us a lot of enemies?” He asked. “Maybe. But it needs to be done,” I replied. “Alright,” Ulfric said, “But I expect results.” “Jarl Thongvar,” I said. He stepped up to the front. “Yes?” He asked. “You remember that conversation we had about the Forsworn?” I asked. “Yeah. You told me you’d forge peace between us,” he smirked. I reached out and grabbed Madanach by the shoulder, “This is the leader of the Forsworn. I think it’s time for a change.” “Change?” He asked. “Why don’t you and your brother and Madanach here all come by Windhelm tomorrow? The Forsworn aren’t our enemies, and the shit we’ve been doing against them needs to stop. I don’t want your family to stop their business. I want us to be able to use the Silver to fund the war, and to continue to make Skyrim prosperous. But I do want to change Cidhna Mine.” “Sounds like you’re asking a lot,” Thongvar said. “Compromise can be hard. Let me be frank. I want to remove you as Jarl, but promote you to Lord Administrator, in charge of taxes and finances of the entire country. Your brother will continue to run the silver business.” Thongvar’s forehead twitched a little bit, but when he gave it a second’s thought, he returned to his normal stone-faced demeanor. “This is … acceptable,” he said, “Tell me, who will be Jarl?” “Madanach. He ran the Reach for two years when the Empire was dealing with the Thalmor. He'll have your staff to help him make nice with Skyrim's ways.” “How would you like to change Cidhna Mine?” Madanach asked. “Oh, I want silver workers to be freed contractors. The Silver-Bloods are filthy rich from the silver mined there. I want you to pay them. I want you to pay them well. I was in Cidhna Mine the day before yesterday, and I can tell you that work is back breaking. Also, I think when this is all said and done, I’m going to do an investigation of Markarth’s guards. Not only did they throw me in the mines without probable cause to implicate me in murders they committed, but I heard from Runa they were killing Forsworn. Who knows, it may even help curb our bandit problem if more people have decent, honest work. We’ll work out the details later.” “What happens to the people of Markarth?” Thongvar asked. “Nothing. Madanach gave me his word they’d be unharmed. Also, the Forsworn are to be given full citizen status, and allowed to live in the city openly if they wish, or they can stay with their pastoral way of life. We want to worship Talos and the Thalmor won’t let us. They want to worship their ancient gods. Same thing. I expect all three of you to enforce this coming together.” Thongvar looked like he wanted to stab me in the face, but then he said, “You killed Alduin and the vampire lord, right?” “I did,” I replied. “And you’re going to lead us to victory over the Thalmor invasion, right?” Thongar asked. “Talos willing.” “As much as I don’t like to be told what to do, you seem to know what the hell you’re doing,” Thongvar said. He shook my hand and walked off, probably to contact his brother. Ulfric blinked, “What the hell. I never in a million years thought I’d see that man react like that. I hope you know what you’re doing.” I leaned over, standing on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “I’m making this up as I go along.” After a while of mingling, Elisif approached me, “Hey, we’re going to retire to my estate in the hills for a celebration. Want to come with?” “You have a second castle?” “Yeah, it’s called Highreach, and it’s on the small side for a castle. Nobody uses it anymore. I think in ancient times it was home for one of the Kings of Skyrim, and it looks down over Solitude. Now, it’s just barely been restored to usability. I was thinking of selling it, since I have the Blue Palace anyhow.” “We should use it as a secret base to coordinate the war,” I replied. “Yeah, you know what? That’s a great wedding present,” Elisif smiled, “You can have Highreach.” “I’m in good company if somebody I know will just give away a castle on a whim,” I snickered. So we retired to Highreach Castle and I changed into a purple party dress. There was food, and celebration by all. After it got dark, a dragon attacked (I swear they can smell me, I need to talk to Partysnax about this). “Kids, let’s get to it!” I shouted, and we took the thing down without casualty. And I decided to let the DKO happen. After all, it's a party! A massive orgy between all the Jarls and most the people I knew ensued. Later that night I remember Ulfric, Serana and I having some amazing sex, and she was so drunk she was stumbling around with cum all over her. Quite the party and orgy to remember. I laid her down in the bed, and in the morning Ulfric and I traveled to Windhelm. Thongvar, Thonar and Madanach showed up, as promised. Thonar immediately hid behind Thongvar, who put his hand on his sword. “I’m never going to be used to this,” Thongvar said. “I hereby promote you to High Administrator. You can retire to Highreach or stay here if you want,” I said. “Highreach? The old king’s castle? I mean old,” Thongvar said. I nodded, “And you, Madanach, I promote to Jarl of Markarth.” “I would be honored to serve the Reach,” Madanach said. I teleported him to Markarth and hand walked him up to the throne with a forsworn entourage. The guards drew their weapons and gave us the spiel, ‘You have committed crimes against Skyrim!’ I’m I responded, “Stand down. I’m the Queen of Skyrim.” And that worked. News travels fast here. Also, Thonar was already back in Markarth. When I saw everything was in order, I left. I traveled around the next few hours with my teleports. “Nazir, I appoint you head of my spy network, assassination and thievery. You don’t have too much on your plate to handle that do you?” I asked. I knew he was good at organization, and figured he could be my contact with the Brotherhood while still maintaining his contract duties, and apparently leading the Dawnguard Sanctuary. “For you, I could do this,” Nazir said, "That phrase is a mouthful though. How about the 'Shadow Network?" "I like it." "I knew when you walked into the Falkreath Sanctuary you were going places," he said. For the Rangers, who patrol the lands of Skyrim (right now the southern border is a concern) I chose Galmar, Irileth, Aela, Farkas, and to lead them… “Hey,” I said as I approached the Shrine of Azura. “Dragonborn. Good to see you,” the Nerevarine shouted down to me. At that moment, a group of bandits attacked, and the two of us diced them up into fine powder, just like that one time. My kids and Serana showed up a few minutes later. I knew they’d been following me, but even as a Queen I’m damn powerful. “How’d you guys like to meet a living legend?” I asked, “Meet the Nerevarine!” “THE… Nerevarine?” Fenrir asked, “I’m a big fan.” “Thanks,” he replied. “You bored up here?” I asked. “Yeah, a little. My wanderlust is taking over again. Why, do you have an adventure you need help with?” “Not exactly. I just got crowned Queen of Skyrim. I was wondering if you would want to lead my Rangers.” “You know what? Why not. Sounds like fun,” he replied. It wasn’t a day after I sent them on patrol when I got a message from the rangers. I teleported down to Falkreath with my group, and found a huge melee! A large group of Thalmor were engaged with a Stormcloak patrol and the rangers. A group of bandits had been dragged into the crossfire and were now fighting for their lives. One of them shifted into werebear form during the battle. We joined, and ultimately through my shouting commands our side was victorious, but with some casualties. The werebear was the last hostile survivor and I called, “KAKE!” Surprisingly, it worked. He calmed down and shifted back into his human form. “Hey guy, how’d you like to come along on this hunt?” I asked. “You… you stopped my transformation,” he replied. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Uhh… Yurgus,” he replied. “Nice to meet you,” I turned to the rangers, “Where the hell did these Thalmor come from?” “No idea,” Irileth said, “We’ll keep walking along the border.” "I can cure you, if you like. For you see..." I roared and transformed into a werewolf, then I spoke in a deep, wolfish voice, "I cured the companions." "I will follow you," Yurgus said. We traveled down the road, and found another attack. This time Volkihar vampires were helping us out in the melee. We downed them this time with heavy casualties. Sadly, Yurgus perished in the skirmish. “Do you guys know where these mer are coming from?” I asked. “We believe they’re sleeper cells. They’re trying to soften us up before the invasion. You know how many Thalmor Prisons there are in Skyrim. Odds are there’re a few bunkers somewhere too.” “Maybe there’s another prison…” I laughed. We continued along the border, stopping to say hi to Helgen and have lunch. “If only you guys could fly, this patrol would be faster. Horses just aren’t going to cut it through the mountains,” I said. “Well… I can fly,” Damien said. “And I taught her,” Serana said. “Where’d you learn to fly?” I asked. “Told you I’ve been learning a lot from the ruins I’ve been plundering. I have a collection of old books,” Damien replied. “I bet they’re going to hit Riften,” Fenrir said. “Why’s that?” I asked. “It’s what I’d do – Falkreath and Riften. And we already saw two parties near Falkreath,” Fenrir explained. “Well, let’s go!” Runa said. We teleported to Riften and sure enough, we found a trail south of the new extension. We followed it and found a group of Thalmor fighting Stormcloaks. We helped take care of them. “This is getting complex,” I said, “We really can’t trust we’ll be safe until the times line back up.” “What should we do now?” Fenrir asked. “You keep building up our forces. Runa, get the brotherhood ready, talk to the Thieves Guild as well. Gods know we have a much better network of spies, thieves and assassins than the Thalmor. And I’m fully willing to use them.” Runa nodded. “Serana, whatever help the vampires can give us is greatly appreciated. I saw back there they’re already patrolling the borders.” “They’re actually probably scouring the land of the Dawnguard. I might need to redirect their efforts,” Serana replied. “Hey, those guys are basically bandits at this point, like the Silver Hand. We’re inclusive of our monsters in Skyrim,” I said, then turned to Damien, “I guess, find somebody to be my High Wizard. If the college can supply some mages for our defense, that’d be great. And… search for some unbelievable power that we can pull out of our ass at the last minute and defeat the Thalmor? I guess I’m going to go grind rep with the Giants, or something,” I said. Damien chuckled, then offered to teleport the others. When the kids had left, I said, “Wait, Serana.” “What is it?” She asked. “I think I’m ready to be a vampire again. And before I do, I have something that’s… weighing on me.” “What is it? You know you can always talk to me.” “Well, in getting the Forsworn’s allegiance, I did something … terrible.” “For you, that’s saying something,” she said. “That’s not funny. No, you know they ally with Hagravens right? Well, in order to…” I could feel myself start to tear up. She grabbed my hands, “It’s okay. Take your time.” “I let them rape a young woman, under control of magic. She received the powers of a forsworn shaman, but she couldn’t consent. Godsdammit. I’m such a hypocrite.” “I’m sure… you had good reasons,” Serana pulled me close. “I’m such a hypocrite. In fighting the Thalmor, I’m willing to go to such lengths… that I’m becoming what I hate.” She grabbed my chin and said, “You know what you should do?” “What?” “Go talk to the woman.” “Yeah. You’re right,” I said. Then she bit into my neck, and everything went black for a minute. It was pretty painless this time, as if my body was ready to eschew all the annoying things from being mortal. She looked at my face when it was all over and raised an eyebrow. “Huh. Well, your eyes look normal,” she said, “But I can sense you’re one of my kind again. Strange.” “No time to figure it out. Back to Markarth.”

Hey, it's Destana. Serana and I just walked into the Soul Cairn. It was a sad, purple landscape. We traveled across the land for a while, fighting bonemen, until we came to a structure. Valerica was inside, hidden by a barrier. "Mother!" Serana said. "Maker! Serana! Then I must've failed. Your father found out how to decipher the prophecy, didn't he?" She asked. "No. We're going to fulfill the prophecy our way, not his," Serana replied. "You've brought a stranger here? What were you thinking?" Valerica asked, then she said to me, "Come here." As I stepped to the edge of the barrier, she said, "What is a vampire of mixed blood doing with my daughter?" "Mixed blood? Not really sure what that means, but I've been keeping her safe," I replied. "You call her being here safe? Do you know nothing? Serana sacrificed everything to keep Harkon from fulfilling the prophecy." "I think you sacrificed everything for her. But that's why I'm here for the Elder Scroll," I said. "The key to the 'Tyranny of the Sun' prophecy is Serana herself. I locked her up to protect her, and all of us. Not just the Elder Scroll," Valerica explained. "What?" I asked. "The blood of Coldharbour's daughter will blind the eye of the dragon," she said. "Molag Bal's realm, Coldharbour. That refers to Serana doesn't it? How does this work? Does he plan to kill her?" I asked. "Once he has Auriel's Bow, he can use her blood to make Bloodcursed Arrows, to darken the sun," Valerica explained, "He would see her death as for the glory of all vampires. How do you plan to fulfill the prophecy? By killing her yourself?" "Well, now that I know, I guess I'm not sure. But we could use your help," I replied. "I don't think I believe you. You want to use her in your quest for deification, just like Harkon," Valerica said. "Serana believes in me, why can't you?" I asked. "Serana. This stranger knows nothing of our plight. Why should I entrust you to her?" "This 'stranger' has done more for me in brief time I've known her than you've done in centuries!" Serana said angrily. "How dare you! I gave up everything to protect you from your father," Valerica responded, "The moment your father discovers your role in the prophecy, you'll be in terrible danger." "You never asked me if hiding me was the best choice. Everybody's making decisions for me, including you!" She exhaled, "I wish we could be a family again, but maybe that's not for us. We need to stop him, and for that we need the Elder Scroll." Valerica took a deep breath. Maybe she'd been in her self-imposed imprisonment here for far too long, or maybe she was just willing to trust her daughter. "I'm... sorry. I allowed my hatred for your father to blind me when I locked you up. If you want the Elder Scroll, I'm willing to put my faith in you," Valerica said. She turned to me, "Your intentions are still somewhat unclear to me. But for Serana's sake, I'll help you." "Do you have the Elder Scroll?" I asked. "Yes, in here. To bring down the barrier, locate the three tall spires in the Cairn. At their base, there's a guardian each. If you defeat all of them, I will be released. A word of warning: an undead dragon named Durnehviir is charged with protecting the keepers by the Ideal Masters, the lords of this place." "Don't worry. I've killed dragons before," I smiled. I mentally counted the dragon souls I'd accumulated. Somewhere north of 25 now. Without much knowledge to spend them on, I'd been stockpiling them. So we set out to do this thing, so I made a circular pattern, going east first, walking towards spires. I was quickly attacked by a group of mistmen and bonemen. They had been surrounding an altar. With a horse skull. So I was like, "Cool." And took the thing. "Oh you found him!" A voice said from behind me, and I found a blue spirit standing there. "Thank you for saving him from those men. He was ever my faithful steed in life. I can teach you how to summon him, if you like," the ghost said. He did, then he vanished. Of course, I immediately summoned the horse. And Arvak was cool! And I could summon him in here. "Hey Ser..." I looked around. Valerica had entrusted me with her daughter and already I'd lost her somewhere. So I readied, 'Summon Serana,' which she taught me a little while after we started to work together. "Gee, I wonder if I could cast Summon Inigo and Sofia in here?" I grinned devilishly. But I only cast Summon Serana. "Okay, that felt... better than expected. Cool horse!" She said. "Let's ride!" Some of the things that'd been attacking her followed, but we rode off. The first keeper's place teleported us high atop the spire. I strode up to the guardian as he shot arrows at me, backing up all the while. I grinned and moved in closer, "FUS - RO - DAH!" He fell about 80 feet and crumbled to dust. Then upon getting near the second guardian, I realized I could use Vampire Lord to speed this up a bit. I shifted and decimated the two others. Then I returned to Valerica with Serana, barrier already down. "Good, follow me," she said, and we stepped into the boneyard beyond. Immediately, a horde of bonemen were running at us, so I shifted back into Lord form. I use Blood Storm (the improved form of Raze) from my right hand to mow down a large amount of them, then Durnehviir swooped over us. I aimed the storm at Durnehviir, who'd been perching on the rooftop of a mausoleum and shooting breath attacks from time to time at me. He swooped around a minute, and I thought I might need to shift out, but he perched again and I let him have it with Blood Storm. He landed, ready to come at me, and I went with the same strategy - Blood Storm. He had his life drained. Then - he vanished! "What? It's not doing the thing," I said. When I stepped back through the doors (for some reason Valerica hadn't come with me), Durnehviir was perched atop a nearby structure. "Forgive my saying this, but I never thought I'd see that dragon taken down," Valerica said. "Yeah, well, I did tell you I'm kind of an expert at killing dragons. And I kinda cheated." We ventured forth to the boneyard and I picked up the scroll, then back out. "I suppose you want to fight me some more? I figured that was a little easy," I said to Durnehviir. Durnehviir replied, his voice a great old rumbling, "Stay your blade. I believe in a little bit of honor amongst warriors. I find you a worthy opponent. I was giving it my usual effort in battle. My claws have felled innumerable foes, but not once have I fallen in battle. I therefore give you the honor-name Qahnaarin, Vanquisher." I nodded. Love it. "You're not so bad yourself," I replied. "You honor me. I would ask a favor of you," he said. "What kind of favor?" I asked. Now even my fallen foes are giving me quests. "I've been here for countless years. I wish to return to Tamriel, but I fear I am too tied to this place. I would die if I ventured for too long. Call upon me in battle, and I will come to your aid for a short while." "Just call?" I asked. "Trivial in your tongue. But calling a dragon's name in the Dragon's Tongue has great power." "Right. Because shouting speaks things into being," I rubbed my chin, "Like yelling at the laws of reality to sit down and shut up." "I don't require an answer now. Just speak my name when the time is right," he said. "Dur - ne - viir," I said it, not shouted. Curse - never - dying was his name. I was starting to get the hang of figuring out the meanings of these words now. He'd gifted me the knowledge like the Greybeards. "Of course, and thank you for the challenge," I said, then I summoned and mounted up on Arvak, heading with Serana toward the portal. We were back in Volkihar Castle in a few moments. I sighed in relief, "Well, now we have another elder scroll." "Any leads on the last one?" Serana asked. "Well, they call it the dragon scroll," I sighed again. This time, it was a sigh of inevitability, "I imagine it has something to do with the dragon attacks. And Alduin. And me defeating him." It was time to pick up an old quest thread I'd left buried for years. I opened up my tome of quests on the table and flipped through it to deep in the book. "What are you looking for?" "Trying to remember what they wanted me to do next," I replied, "Let's see... Horn of Jurgen Windcaller, Slay Saloknir, ah, last quest in this tab." I had named it 'Diplomatic Immunity,' jokingly, because I figured if I slipped up and killed a Thalmor at the embassy, I'd end up killing them all, thus making me immune to prosecution due to no witnesses being alive. The mission was: Delphine, the cheeky lass that stole Jurgen's Horn and left me a note, wanted me to infiltrate the Thalmor Embassy at one of Elenwen's parties (the Thalmor ambassador). "So, want to go to Riverwood?" I asked Serana while we stepped out onto the balcony. Serana frowned, "You know, I wasn't sure if we'd make it out of there in one piece. I was scared, for both of us. The Ideal Masters can do anything. Trap us there forever for one." "You do believe in some higher power, huh?" I asked playfully, harkening back to a conversation we'd had about Talos. "Don't make fun of me. You could be a pile of scrib jelly. But the Ideal Masters are real. We saw what they can do to people... to dragons! And of course we didn't see them. They're called the unseen masters of the Cairn for a reason," Serana paused, then laughed, "You're just messing with me aren't you?" "Well maybe this time you get trapped forever you'd have better company than an Elder Scroll," I laughed. "Next time I'll soul trap you in the cairn!" She was smiling, "How would you take that?" "With panache, of course," I replied. She looked down, smiling, "I appreciate that you're keeping my spirits up." We paused, looking at the Sea of Ghosts for a moment with the snows falling, wind howling. Then she said, "You like me right? Not just as a friend, but, something else?" "Well, remembering what happened before we went in, it seems pretty obvious," I smiled at her. She leaned in and kissed me this time. "Sorry," she said finally, "I just needed to do this on my terms this time. It's something that gives me nightmares... trusting other people. But I trust you. All my life I've only ever seen people use intimacy as a way to manipulate and dominate others. Thank you. And I'm no fan of the sun. But it'd be better than this cold. Let's get out of here." Seeing her subtle cues, I realized we should get on the road. I don't get hypothermia, but damn being very cold is still uncomfortable. We got on the road, me on Arvak and her on Shadowmere and found they have comparable speed. But the bones aren't very comfortable against my butt after a few hours. Anyway, when we got there, I decided for the first time in probably a week I would sleep. I was definitely thirsty, but I could sleep to gap the time a little. It actually wasn't clear how long we'd been in the Soul Cairn. I looked around. Two random guys fighting. Embry, drunk and passed out on the floor. "You finally going to go forward with our plans, Dragonborn?" She asked as I approached. I blinked, balking at her treatment of me. "Geez, Delphine, could you just call me Destana? I'm not that special. I'm just helping people. Just a regular girl," I said, "And yes. But I would like to stay the night at your Inn first." "Sure," she offered me a bed, free of charge. While I was waiting for Delphine to get things ready, I spied a strange thing - a Dunmer sitting across the Inn. Not that dunmer were strange in Skyrim, but he was wearing armor, had a decent weapon, had a certain haughty appearance to him. So I immediately knew he wasn't the usual lowlife dunmer that finds himself estranged from Morrowind and now lives in Skyrim. "Hey traveler," I said to him, "Who're you?" "Do I stick out that much?" He asked, "I'm Mandyn Hlaalu. Representative of the House Hlaalu. I have a mission here in Skyrim, then I'm returning to my homeland." "Anything I can help with?" Serana giggled a little bit, "You're getting distracted already. You really don't want to deal with this dragon thing, do you?" Mandyn shook his head, "No. I need somebody with power beyond measure to take care of this." "Okay. I'm listening," I said, really reaching for a challenge at this point, "Would the... dragonborn suffice?" "Yes, I imagine it would," he replied, "When a famous criminal from Morrowind was spotted in Skyrim, I was dispatched to find and apprehend him. A fool's errand. He is known for being extremely deadly." "Deadly sounds like it requires a fee," I replied. "How's a thousand septims?" He asked. I grinned a little, "He sounds really deadly." "Okay, two thousand, but that's all I have to offer," he said, agitated, "You can start your search at a town called Little Vivec, southwest of here." "Alright. I'll take the case," I said. I've always wondered what Morrowind looked like. Maybe I would get a little taste of their architecture. We walked to our room and Serana immediately said, "You actually going to do it?" I smirked, "It would be pretty funny to take all the guy's money and just not do the job. But no, I'll check it out. This sounds like a short jaunt, maybe a day or two." "Don't forget we have elder scrolls to find," she said, laying down. "Right. I mean, it's not as if I've been putting this off for nearly ten years, doing exactly this thing that just happened," I chuckled, "I'm going to do the Diplomat thing first though. Sleep, then I guess you can wait here, if you want." "Yeah, I'll be waiting honey. Wouldn't want to keep your love waiting for long, right?" She giggled, "Sorry, don't know what came over me. I think I'll come to Solitude, actually. I've been meaning to visit the new clothes store there. Though I guess everything is new to me." "Yeah! I should probably grab something for the party." We slept, then I got up to Delphine, standing over me, already in her armor. "Alright, I figured out how I'm going to get you in that embassy. Elenwen's next party is hosting for all the Elites in Skyrim. Once you get inside, slip away and get her files. I have a contact inside the embassy, he'll assist. Malborn - he'll meet you in the Winking Skeever in Solitude. We traveled to Haafingar Hold and I bought a short purple dress at the UNP shop and wore Shrouded Shoes (which looked normal, but were sneaking shoes from the brotherhood). Oh yeah, got attacked by a dragon at Riverwood. Then got attacked by a dragon at Solitude, and I had to fight it. In my new dress. I may or may not have talked about this before, but killing a dragon around a large population of weaker people can sometimes whip them into a frenzy, which can cause them to start undressing and having sex. Usually, if I absorb the dragon's power fully, I have the ability to stop it from happening. Riverwood was too far from a group - everybody ran away when battle started. But Solitude, I didn't absorb hard or fast enough, I guess. So when a large group of men and Serana, (surprisingly) started to get a little heated, I just joined in. Why not? DKO (Dragon Kill Orgy!) So I went to the Inn, but Serana approached me with am armful of drinks before I could go find Malborn. "Cliff Racer, Dragon's Breath Mead, or Velvet Lachance?" "Surprise me," I said, "Did you make those?" "Well I'm going to make one of those with the available ingredients," she smiled, "Velvet Lachance, as venomous as you can be." "Thanks, I think," I said. I tasted. It was very good. I smiled at her, "Amazing, just like you." "Well, way to turn my quips around on me," she replied, and I sat down across from Malborn. "Our mutual friend sent me," I said. "You're who she picked? I hope she knows what she's doing," Malborn replied. I set down my drink, "Hey, look at the guy who can't discern how strong a person is just by looking. I literally just killed a dragon outside." "Oh," he said nervously, "Well, sure you're up for a stealth mission?" "Stealth is my area of expertise," I replied. "Alright. Give me what you can't live without and I'll pass it to you at the party," he said. "Oh, I don't need anything," I said. I checked my spell list refreshing on tomes I'd gone over recently: bound dagger, bound bow. Still had my summons and invisibility. I had unlocking spells... "Actually..." I started to tell him I should probably bring lockpicks, but he was already out the door. Oh well. Winging it. That's my forte! "Sure I can't come?" Serana asked. "Yeah. It sucks, because I look really good in this dress, even if there is a little dragon blood on it," I said, "I should take you on a real date sometime." She smiled, "Grab me a bottle of something vintage from the party." I walked up to Delphine by the carriage. "Ready?" She asked. "Yep." And we were off. When I got there, a man named Razelan said, "Ah, fellow latecomer to the party! And arriving by carriage, no less. My lady, I salute you. I usually like to arrive early to a party..." "Invitation please?" The Thalmor guard asked. I showed it to him. "Thank you, ma'am," he said and I walked inside. Elenwen was standing near the doorway, mingling with guests when I walked in. She turned to me, "Welcome. I don't believe we've met. I'm Elenwen, thalmor ambassador to Skyrim. And you are?" Quick! Make up a name. I looked around. Chair... table...Desk. Desk! A man using thongs. Desk tonga. Destana! "Des....."I started, immediately realizing what I was doing, "Des.... is the first time we've met, yes, but it's amazing because I've heard so much about you!" Whew. "Hopefully only good things," she replied, walking with me in to the party, "Please, tell me about your...." "Ma'am," a steward bothered her. "What is it?" Elenwen asked, and I casually backed toward the crowd. "It's that we've run out of the Alto wine, do I have your permission to open the..." I had already walked too far away to hear them. I deposited myself between Maven Black-Briar and Erikur, the jerk from Elisif's court. "Elenwen always throws the best parties," Erikur said. Ok, not my best decision. "Hey Maven," I said. "I don't recall seeing you at one of these before," she replied, "And I know everyone who's anyone in Skyrim (I don't know what you're doing but I can't help you right now.)" Hmm... I nodded, playing it cool. Maybe she was running her own job with the guild right now. Spying on the Thalmor? Casing the joint? I looked around. Then I sidled up between Elisif the Fair and Jarl Balgruuf, hoping he wasn't too mad at me still about deposing him. He didn't seem to notice me. Elisif smiled at me, grabbing my arm, "Didn't think I'd see you here. You look pretty good under all that armor." "Enjoying the party?" I smiled, taking the compliment. "Very much. Her parties are always so elegant. She should host them more. When I married Torygg, he promised we'd go to lavish parties like this. I wish he were here now," she sighed. "Hey, want to have some fun?" I smiled at her, "Maybe liven your spirits a little." Elisif blushed, "What, right here, at the party?" "Oh, no no. Not that," I said, "Maybe later. Could you cause a scene? I want to play a joke on Razelan." Elisif giggled like a schoolgirl, "Okay." She walked up to Razelan and said, "Sorry about this. How dare you speak to me like that?" "Uh what? I wasn't doing anything," Razelan replied. "What is it this time Razelan? You were told to behave!" Elenwen approached him, and I realized all eyes were on Razelan. I casually walked over to Malborn at the bar, then behind and out the back door without anyone being the wiser. I snagged a Colovian Brandy on my way through (for Serana). "Alright. Now, go. Do your thing," Malborn said, leading me through the kitchen. He locked the back door behind me. I readied Bound Dagger in my right hand and Invisibility in my left, which I casted. It was a simple hop through the back door, skip across a courtyard and jump behind a guard who was leaning next to the door. I witnessed a Justiciar talking angrily to a Nord informant, and I looted a chest with dossiers and keys, then I went downstairs. The Justiciar walked by, but I'd kept up with recasting invisibility and I followed him down to the prison in the basement level. "Please, no! I don't know anything!" The man yelled. A thalmor guard was torturing him when the Justiciar sat down. Still invisible, I ransacked the chest sitting behind him. It had the dossier of Esburn, another man I'd not heard of. I figured it was probably time to start piling up bodies now. I would start with the dagger and go into Lord form if things got bad. I slit the Justiciar's throat and he fell out of his chair. "Justiciar?" The Thalmor guard asked, and walked out, sword in hand. I renewed invisibility and let her walk past me, then I gave her the same treatment. Then I walked into the cell. "Please, stop. I don't know any more," the man Etienne said. He was sitting with his arms bound in some kind of rack above his head with his head down. "I'm not here to torture you." "Oh, who are you?" He looked up. "I'm here to find out what the Thalmor know," I popped his rack off. "If it twists these guys up, I'll tell you they're looking for a guy named Esburn. They think he's in Riften. Something to do with dragons." "Alright, let's go," I said. "This way, I saw them dragging bodies over here," he lead me to a body chute. "Be still! We have your traitor friend!" Another thalmor guard shouted, and a group of them stormed down, chasing Malburn. "Go on!" I said to Etienne, but the trap door was locked. I summoned a bound dagger and waited for the guards to come. Malburn passed, then the first guard, then the second guard and I struck. I jumped out and stabbed him in the back of his neck, killing him. The second one turned and I fought him for a minute, but even without armor I bested him. I looted a trap door key off one of the guards' corpses. "Let's go, both of you!" I shouted as I opened the door to the reeking cave below. "Now the Thalmor are going to be hunting me for the rest of my life. I hope this was worth it!" Malburn shouted as he followed. Etienne growled, "Let's just get the hell out of here." First thing I came upon was an Elder Ice Troll, but we were on a ledge and safe. Bigger than a normal troll. I conjured a Bound Bow and took a couple shots, but he hid behind a pillar. This one was smart. Ready to play cat and mouse for a while, Malburn said, "Aaaah!" And promptly fell down to where the troll was. I sighed, hopping down and conjuring a Bound Sword. I got the Troll's attention, trading swipes with the sword, but without my armor he was proving to be a tough challenge, and I was getting beaten. And Trolls regenerate, so my withdraw and thrust tactic wasn't working. I readied Pride of Hirstaang, but I was too low in magicka (with no potions of any kind). I growled, I hate using this in front of people I don't know. I took a swipe at the troll with the bound sword and waited until he was guarding, backed off then I roared and transformed into a Vampire Lord. He was already charging at me and I took a swipe at him with my claws. I could tell he felt it, but he clawed right back. I shifted to hover, and let loose a Blood Storm. The Troll frantically attacked at me to try and bring me down, but the draining effect overcame whatever damage he could deal, and in a few seconds he was down. Of course, Malburn and Etienne were already out the end of the cave. "Vampire!" Malburn was screaming and running away. You'd have to be an idiot not to notice I was a vampire even without the transformation, but, ok. Etienne stopped and turned to me, realizing I was back to my normal state now, "You didn't have to do that for me. But thanks." I sighed, "I don't like to show that form to everyone. But that was a tough guy in there, and I only had my magic." "I understand. I don't really know what ... THAT... was, but you saved me. So you get a pass as far as I'm concerned. Malburn doesn't seem the brave type," Etienne said. "Been in there a long time?" I asked. "Months," he replied, "I came to Skyrim to try and join the Thieves' Guild." I grinned, "You're in luck." He tilted his head. "In addition to anything else you may have heard or know, I am also the Thieves' Guildmaster. Tell them I sent you," I said, "Ratway, in Riften. Oh yeah, I'll probably see you there, since I need to go find this Esburn guy. After I get my stuff with Delphine." I figure I'd just go do that before I go back and get Serana.

Arlimahera of Dragonstar, betrayed by her travelling companions in a foreign, savage land, and sold into slavery. The ones she thought to be her ally treating her like nothing more than Livestock, to be sent off to Alinor, the capital of the Aldmeri Dominion, the ones who subjected her people to horror and strife, all because she was objecting with their methods, objecting with their mission. She was supposed to be sent to the re-education camps, to become a mindless, broken toy for the nobility of Alinor, but luck is on her side it seems, even as she is dazed by the drugs they forced into her, bound by a golden collars, her trusted scimitars gone. Perhaps her feverish prayers to Morwha, the Goddess of Breasts, the Queen of Bees, whose four, muscled arms allow her to grab as many lovers as she can, were listened by someone, for there was a mishap in the shipping schedules, and she is now on the road toward the border outpost of Helgen alongside some common criminals and rebels. Once at the outpost, Arlimahera is separated from the other prisoners, the women sent to the dungeons to be used as play things by the local nord imperial soldiers, their metal and leather bikinis on men and women alike ill concealing their arousal at the new, fresh meat, as the men are sent to the chopping block and swiftly executed, their apparent leader the first to fall to the chopping block. As she hears cries of "Do not worry Jarl Ulfric, we're sure your twin sister, Ulfrica of Windhelm, shall pick up your just and holy fight against the pathetic imperial dogs and their elven masters!" coming from one of the other prisoners, one who has tried to talk with her for the whole trip, she is intercepted by a masked woman wearing a dark, familiar robe, a Thalmor, one from a small contingent on horseback who was also assisting to the execution at the back of the crowd, the Thalmor accompanying Arlimahera down the dark dungeons of Helgen Keep, to "interrogate" her for suspected Talos worship, and if Arlimahera wasn't as dazed as she was right now, she would probably spit on the woman's face at the mere SUGGESTION she would follow a false, pathetic god such as Tiber Septim, betrayer of her people, father of the cursed empire those weak Forbearers in the south liked so much, over her great and magnificent gods, like those savage, weak nords have been doing for two centuries till now, as if she would abandon her faith for someone as awful and as ungodly as Tiber fucking Septim. Still, the imperial soldier holding her leash relents, for sure charmed by the Thalmor's outfit, and she is lead to a secluded cell deep within the keep, where a mockery, a pallid imitation of her Goddess' statue rests, Morwha replaced by the weak and timid Mother Mora, not even the fierce and ravenous She-Wolf of the northern pantheon, the one old man Wulf was always going on about back in Dragonstar, where the misfits and the rejects of the empire always gathered, the ones worshipping those gods deemed unworthy to worship in the "civilized" lands of the empire. The Thalmor Bitch presents herself, Psysephona Margolotta Elvianna Merenwyn Puttanona Bolwyn of Alinor. And Arlimahera thought her name was fucked up, named after a long dead queen from the second era who united Hammerfell under her iron fist alongside her pious Forbearer wife and their shared boy toy. They are alone now, all alone, the soldier having left to get to the "training" of the new "servants," and the Thalmor bitch starts speaking in tongues to her, and Arlimahera has spent enough times in Elinhir to recognize a curse of mind control when she hears it. With her last remaining strength, Arlimahera breaks her shackles, startling the Thalmor mid incantation. Before she can call for help, she is on her already, slamming her against the ground, one powerful, dominant hand already on her throat, squeezing, choking her, and Arlimahera can't believe the wanton moan coming off of the Thalmor bitch as she does so, a wicked smirk coming on Arlimahera's lips at the sound. She strips her of her robes, her mask, revealing the woman's sharp features and perfectly coiffed hair, yellow cheeks tinged red with shame and lust as she is so thoroughly dominated by the dark skinned woman. She grunts out a threat, but is lost by her moan of pleasure as Arlimahera's fingers pinch her exposed clitoris. "Guess who's gona be who's dog tonight, bitch?" It's risky, but the imperials are probably not going to disturb her for a while, knowing the Thalmor Bitch is supposed to "interrogate" her right now, enough time for her to give her a taste of her own medicine. They might have stripped her of her curved swords, but at least she still has her trusty strap with her. Next thing she knows, Psysephone is aligned with Arlimahera's thick, dark fake ebony cock, all her resistances gone as she is slowly eased down on it, as she's forced to bounce on top of Arlimahera's muscular legs, her long legs raised in the air, exposing her and her naked feet, the ones she was expecting the Redguard to worship as her slave, even as she is slowly, methodically fucked to submission, as she is taught to love, worship Arlimahera's fake cock. After she's done with her, satisfied, Arlimahera drops the Thalmor bitch to the floor, her strap unbuckled, and as a last act of degradation, she pisses on her, golden shower on golden skin and hair, the once prim and proper Thalmor diplomat reduced to some common, strap addicted gutter whore. Before she leaves, as she tries to undo the golden collar around her neck, maybe to stick it on the Thalmor bitch too while she's at it, the ground shakes as a terrible roar erupts across the Keep, a sound so primal and so terrible, so filled with hunger and hatred, Arlimahera is sure Sakatal himself must have made it. As chaos descends on the keep's prisons, as dark wings soar over white skies, hunting for a Dragon Soul trapped within a Ork's body, Arlimahera finds herself alone, disarmed, in the middle of an Imperial fort filled with rebels, soldiers and thalmors, with her former companions travelling the province to enact their terrible schemes for their Thalmor's clients, ready to hunt her down at a moment notice once they find out she has gotten herself freed, and everyone knows the Sinister Seven never leave a job left undone. Arlimahera smirks. She likes these odds.

Disclaimer: The first half is mostly vanilla. The second half goes to some pretty dark places, thus the NSFL tag. Fenrir at the helm. The Thalmor are here and we’re at war. Though the remaining sensible Imperials are helping, we’re losing. We lost Riften, Falkreath and Helgen. It seems like they’ve got a presence in Morthal, as well. No fighting, just swept through in the night. I got up early and experimented with moving troops around on the map a bit before General Sialius, Commander Balfhe, King Ulfric and Listener Runa walked in. Made me feel like just a guy until Sialius said, “Hail Prince. What do you have here?” “It all depends on what they do,” I replied, “I hope that even without mom the Forsworn are in this.” “This is not a bad idea, Fenrir,” Balfhe said. “I have more targets for assassination, if the Brotherhood is in,” Sjard poked his head in. Runa nodded and started, “Gotta find~ “Sir!” A nord courier ran in the room, out of breath, handing Balfhe and Sialius a piece of parchment. My heart sank. I knew what was coming. Balfhe read, “A large force of Thalmor are forming in the Reach. They’re massing to attack Markarth!” “Dammit!” Ulfric said, “I bet they’re going to sweep north through Solitude next. If they control the port, we’ve lost!” “Runa, Fenrir, take whatever you’ve got and go to Markarth!” “Damn. Where are Damien and Serana?” I growled. Runa shook her head, saying to me, “No time. I’m going to use the tunnel to Highreach and get backup from Hrolf Witch-Slayer in Solitude.” “Right. I’m going to Druadach to get Madanach’s guys,” I said. We both passed through Highreach and stepped out near Solitude. Runa told Shirley to head to Markarth. “Take Shadowmere!” Runa yelled as she ran into the city. The black steed’s hooves beat as fast as they could. I leapt from his back and headed into Druadach Redoubt. The cave was dank, but huge and well-lit with torches and a red sacred tree. I happened upon Borkul immediately, surrounded by a group of rough-and-tumble Forsworn warriors. “Hey! I know you! How’s your mom?” “Not great. I know you guys don’t get the news up here. The Thalmor took Riften, Falkreath, Helgen and Morthal.” “By the damned spirits, kid!” Uraacen shouted from the cave. “I can bet where they’re going next,” Borkul said, “C’mon guys, gear up!” They hastily threw on their weapons and armor and headed out on a group of horses that couldn’t keep up with Shadowmere. “Hard to believe we were breaking out of this place a couple weeks ago and now we’re defending it,” a woman said. “Yeah well, the big D set up our king in Markarth and gave us rights. Better this than the Thalmor,” Borkul shouted over the hoof sounds. “Who are you?” I asked. “I’m Ralya. Are you related to Destana?” She asked. “I’m her son.” “Wow, how old is she?” Ralya asked. “Almost thirty,” I replied, “It’s a long story.” She smirked while she was thinking about mom. Gods, how many hearts has my mother captured now? I shook my head. We stampeded up to Markarth’s gates and dismounted. The guards looked like they were on edge at our presence, but Runa calmed them. “Damn Forsworn! Here to kick us while we’re down?” One of them shouted. “We’re here to defend your sorry asses!” Borkul chuckled. “Back off, we need all the help we can get,” Runa said from the group of Solitude soldiers massing to the side. Benna was wading in the nearby river, looking forlorn. I’m not really a giant speaker, but I walked over to the edge, “Hey, where did Bol and the Mammoth go?” She growled a little, then she picked me up, raising me up high so I could see down the hills where the Thalmor were gathering. I pursed my lips, “Those fucking bastards.” “What?” Runa asked. I shook my head. At the Thalmor camp was a slain Mammoth. They’d already chopped him up for meat. “The Giant was the one who saw them first,” one of the soldiers said, “He and the Mammoth were patrolling the area. They got the pet, but I haven’t seen the master.” I met eyes with Benna, “We need to give these guys hell.” Runa and I walked into the city with Shirley, leaving the combined forces to get ready. I ran into Markarth’s map room to find Madanach standing on the map, pointing out strategic points with his toes. He looked over to me, “I heard the news, kids. Sorry ‘bout your mom.” Hlofgahr the Brave (the guy from Riften’s failed defense) piped up from the corner, “The Dominion are here! We’d better get down to the front lines!” Madanach jumped down from the table. “You’re coming too?” Runa asked, “Usually the Jarl stays put while the battle is going on.” “Maybe that’s why we’ve been losing! C’mon! I’m going to defend this city with my life!” And with that everybody scrambled out, being joined by guards scrambling to the gate. One of the guards put his hand on Runa’s forearm as we passed, accosting her across the stream by the gates. “You remind me of someone,” the guard said, “But there’s no way. Do you have a younger sister?” Runa tilted her head, “Are you H.K?” “Harod of Kozanset,” he replied. She pulled out a gold-colored helm and handed it to him, “Here. I borrowed this a few years ago.” “What the… There’s no way…you’ve got to be messing with me. You were that stick? You had to have been a girl and now you look full-grown,” he looked down at her chest without thinking. Runa smirked a little, “In Cyrodiil, several years passed. Thank you for your act of kindness. I hope you make it through this day.” He took off his Stormcloak helm, revealing a Redguard. He stepped up to her, “Gods, you got tall.” Runa pulled him up out of the stream, showing their height was nearly even, then kissed him on the cheek. “That’s for luck,” she smiled. I was watching this display, and I smiled. Maybe there was hope here. We walked out the gates and Borkul grabbed Madanach in a bear hug, “My King! My Jarl!” Madanach chuckled as the Forsworn all piled on. “Everyone!” Madanach shouted, “It would warm Destana’s heart to see us working together! Markarth has the heart of both the Nords and the Reachmen! Do not let them breach the walls! Do not let her sacrifice be in vain! For the Reach! For Skyrim!” Stormcloaks, Imperials and Reachman alike raised weapons and shouted. I turned to Runa, “Does he think mom’s dead?” “I mean, she might be,” Runa replied. “Don’t say that…” I said back. “They’re coming!” Hlofgahr shouted. Large firebombs or meteors or fireballs started to rain down on our gathering area and the soldiers scattered. Forming up, the Forsworn behind Madanach and Borkul; the Solitude Stormcloaks and Imperials behind Runa and Shirley, and the other Stormcloaks behind me. We charged. The other fighters crested the hill just below the first barricade and I got up on the walls. I knew this would expose me, but I figured I was going to make the largest difference before they knew what I was packing. I took out the Dwemer Cheiroballista and loaded took aim. Runa charged into the fray. A swarm of bolts pelted the back lines of the Thalmor forces, and as they turned to me, aiming their most powerful magics, I heard the thundering roar of, “FUS-RO!” The second word! She’d been working on that one! Runa knocked a whole gaggle of them from horses and forestalled the casters blasting me from the walls. I ducked behind some debris, reloading, and letting a second volley fly. I must’ve taken out a dozen archers and casters before they started blasting me with fire. A massive form interposed itself between me and the blasts, tanking the damage meant for me. “Benna!” The giantess roared, pulling a boulder she’d carried and lobbed it into the crowd. But for all our decimation of their forces, more of them were pouring from the road down the hill. We were pushed back. “How did they move so many troops here without us noticing?” Runa asked as she rounded the corner. “I have no idea!” I said back, now fighting with axe and shield against auxiliaries. They kept pushing and eventually we were back against the walls. Men were falling left and right, and the skies opened up, coating the ground with blood and mud. “Godsdammit! Defend the gates!” Hlofgahr shouted. Madanach shouted, “Archers on the wall, fire! Defend the switches!” I ran up into the walls and positioned myself between the few still-living archers and switches, using my crossbow to mow down countless Thalmor from the murder holes. Shirley and Borkul came with me and fended the Thalmor now getting dangerously close to my back. “For the Reach!” A briarheart fought and died in a swarm of Thalmor. “Just how many men do they have to throw at us?!” Borkul said as he cut a Wood elf’s skull in half. “We might need to retreat!” Shirley said back. Then it happened – a Khajiit assassin clubbed me in the back of the head as I was reloading. He reached down and threw the switch. Borkul took off his head and Shirley stabbed him through the chest, but it was already done. Thalmor had already poured through the gates, breaching the wall. I fell unconscious. Markarth became a scramble of chaos. With all the new Reachmen living in the city, many more Thalmor died that day. When I woke up, I was in a dark, stone hallway. Runa was sitting beside me. Madanach casted a light spell, illuminating the area. “We carried you here,” Borkul nodded to Shirley. “Dammit. This is not going well,” I groaned from the ground, “Where are we? Is us five all who made it?” “The Markarth Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary,” Runa replied, “There’s a secret hatch in the Warrens and one in the stream flowing through the city. Madanach suggested the mine, but I knew they’d eventually look there. But this place is secret.” “Curse the Damn Thalmor. I finally get to live in my city again like a normal man and they take it,” Madanach growled, “I want to go out there! My people are dying!” “You know I’m not going to let you do that,” Borkul said. “Yeah, we’re already two (or three) Jarls down,” I said, “They’ll execute you if they find you.” Runa said, “We’d do best to get the hell out of here and regroup.” “If we had hid in the Dwemer escape tunnel from Cidhna mine we could be traveling the vast complex beneath the city and get out of here,” Madanach said. Borkul chuckled out loud, a good hearty chuckle. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “If any of the Forsworn survived, they’re probably going to be taken to Cidhna Mine to work!” Borkul laughed again, “The godsdamned irony!” “I’d wager the Thalmor are going to convert it back into slave labor, but for any non-Thalmor,” Madanach said, “So what’s the plan?” “We can wait until Nightfall and use the back tunnel. It leads to the stream, which we can follow to the outside of the city,” Runa said. So, we waited there for a hew hours, contemplating our lives and our next move. I know what you may be thinking, that it might be very hard for us to slip out, but we came out of the back tunnel and found only one patrol of two Thalmor. Between the five of us, and getting the drop on them, they didn’t make a sound. We each leapt from the edge and landed in the pond Benna had been wading through earlier. Speaking of Benna, among the corpses I didn’t see hers – and that would have been noticeable. So I hoped she got out of there. We all traveled north and retired to Highreach and we found Hrolf, Sialius and Balfhe there. “What the hell happened?” General Sialius asked. “There are just too many of them,” I replied, “I don’t know how they got that many troops to Falkreath from the border in hours, then to Markarth in just a couple days…. WITHOUT us fucking noticing!” “Gods,” Balfhe said, “Some kind of teleportation? Some kind of magic?” “Not teleportation,” a voice said, and we turned. Before us was a haggard and bloodied man, his staff broken into two pieces. He took off his mask, and his eyes were black holes like a Daedra. “Damien… what happened to you?” I asked. He said, “Time magic.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is… Destana. “Now, just what are you doing?” I heard a familiar voice, but hanging there in the dark, chained up, blood and dirt covering my body… I either couldn’t or didn’t want to open my eyes. “You know you could really use a bath.” “The service around here is terrible,” I said back. Then I laughed, slumping against the chains. “What are they doing to you? You’ve lost your fire,” the voice said. “Oh, you know, torture. Draining my blood. For three months now. I must be going crazy. I’m even hearing voices. Of course, you know that, because you’re one of them.” “I’m not in your head. Open your eyes you rube!” He said. I blinked, trying to clear whatever had been in my eyes that was making my face sticky. “I can’t see very well right now. I’ll have to get back to you. Tell my assistant to find a place in my schedule,” I chuckled again. Apparently, my laughing was enough to wake a nearby guard, who walked over to me. “Who are you talking to?” He asked. “Just the voices in my head,” I replied. He sighed as he walked away, “Fuckin’ looney.” “He’s right,” the voice whispered, “If you opened your damn eyes, you’d see it’s the image of your Ex-husband trying to help you even though he is dangerously low in his ability to influence Nirn!” My eyes shot open, and there he was. “I must be crazy,” I said, “I’ve barely seen you in ages.” “Look, I don’t have a lot of time,” Sanguine said, “You hang in there. I’m going to tell the kid where you are. But when they storm in here, you be ready.” And his image vanished as Orthar passed through it. He grabbed my boob again – like he did every time. But this time he twisted my nipple. “Ow! What are you, twelve?” I asked. “Just making sure you’re awake. Do you even remember all the fun things we’ve been doing? What we’ve discovered?” Orthar asked. “Gods, no. But I’m sure you’re going to remind me,” I groaned. “No, I’m going to tell my boss on the council what we’ve been doing here. But that’s later. For now, a courier finally arrived with this hefty stack of rituals from my contacts.” “What are do they do?” I asked. “Well, this whole time we’ve been probing into the universe next door. Come to find out the denizens are a lot different than ours. I’m going to make first contact with them, offering you as our diplomat,” Orthar had started drawing a ritual circle under me during this time. “I hate to tell you this, but I’m not exactly the one to sing your praises,” I said. “Oh, you misunderstand,” Orthar continued drawing the circle in meticulous detail, “These denizens don’t speak as far as I know. They’re not like your friends from the other spheres. I got a glimpse into this universe, and it’s filled with horrors.” “So why probe into this place?” I asked, starting to get nervous. “Well, the council feels that while your energy is finite and you will eventually be used up, having an entire universe to draw from will allow us to do anything we want. We could conquer this whole world. Just think about the amazing things we can do. You’re so tough, I believe you may be one of the few mortals in this realm who could handle first contact with them,” Orthar smiled, then he slashed my wrist again, letting my blood fall into the circle. He raised his hands, channeling some kind of long cast spell. The floor started to change – it looked the same, but the consistency was like jelly. I felt queasy, my feet battling with the strange malleability of the stone. Orthar took several steps back and turned a knob on the dwemer battery he’d been using to gather the energy of my blood. And just from being on in the presence of this reaction, it started to fill with power. I held myself up by the chains on my wrists causing me to bleed more. Orthar casted a restoration spell, closing my wounds, “We wouldn’t want you to die. Now, get ready to greet your new friends.” And tendrils reached out from the jelly-like facsimile of the floor. One of them gripped my neck, many others shredding the chains like ribbons from my body. My brain thought I was free for a few seconds, but then half a dozen more tendrils leapt out of the floor. They grasped at my arms, my legs, my waist, one of them cushioned my back as another one slid across my unprotected crotch. “Oh! No! NO!” I screamed, “You are not going to sit and watch this happen to me, you sick piece… of….” “The Estrus Beast,” Orthar started to read his notes in a journal before he started adding to them, “Fosters sexual receptivity in normal mortals of this plane. It also excretes a highly toxic paralytic poison. We’ve done some small tests with other subjects, but they died instantly. You are one of a kind, Dragonborn.” I went slack as the thing forced a meaty tentacle into my vagina, sliding back and forth like it was fucking me. “You may be asking yourself how things like this exist. You see,” Orthar started, but a tentacle flew in his direction, and it was rebuffed by the circle’s shielding effect. He cleared his throat, “Everything in their world is either tentacles or pods to put the tentacles. The Estrus eat each other. So it has two things it can consider you – are you food or a potential sex partner?” I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound. My vocal chords were paralyzed. Project 12_02-22-2022_17-1-20-789.mp4 Orthar continued writing in his notebook as the thing fucked me. Eventually it finished, shooting a hot, sticky load of… something into me. It touched the barrier a couple more times, then it descended back into the goop of the floor. The magic circle dissipated and I was dumped onto the cold, hard stone, fighting to breathe but barely able to. I twitched as I lay there, helpless. “Don’t worry about having monster babies or anything. The Estrus’ biology is not compatible with yours. You’ll pass it harmlessly in a few minutes. I’m sure you’re familiar with how semen flows out after sex – I know all about you,” Orthar said. In a blinding fit of rage and powerlessness I started to weep, still unable to move my limbs. “Oh, by the gods,” Orthar bent down next to me, “It seems I have finally broken you, Destana Dragonborn. You’ve certainly lasted longer than anybody else. I do believe I shall celebrate. Guards!” Several Thalmor came in with new chains and devices. One of them readied a new gag – not as good as the old one, and they got the chains ready. One of them – a red-haired woman, put her fingers up inside me and tested it with some sort of alchemical bottle. “Clear, sir,” she said. “Thank you,” Orthar stripped off his robes (but not the hood, strangely) and slid his dick inside me. He started to thrust and laid there, limp. It was at this moment that I realized the creature had pushed the crystal out. I could feel my magicka was nearly full now. My body was broken, and my spirit nearly there. With one more bout of rage, I started to channel a spell, even with Orthar violating me. “Wait what is she~” the female guard started, but she was cut off by a massive blast of cold to her face. The four guards in front of me drew their weapons, but two of them exploded in shards of ice and frozen body parts within seconds. Orthar put his hand around my neck and squeezed. His other hand jabbed me in the side, paralyzing me. I fell limp again. “Perhaps~” He continued to thrust as my spell fizzled, “I spoke too soon.” “By the gods!” One of the still-living guards shouted, “She killed three people instantly and wounded half a dozen more in the next hallway! We should chain her back up NOW!” “No. See, I’m rather pissed now. After I finish~” Orthar groaned, emptying his balls in me. FUCK! I could’ve been draining him! He dumped me on the floor, and started redrawing the magic circle, “You see, I’m feeling vindictive now. Get me more magicka batteries. We’re going to see just how long you can last, Dragonborn!” In just under a minute the circle was drawn again and six guards were now in the room, curious as to what was going on. Orthar opened the goopy gate again, and I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks as the thing entered our world again. This time it was a different beast. Only four tentacles, but the base inched its way in, looking like a pink flytrap. Various appendages like cilia grabbed my body, while two of the tentacles spread my legs wide. This time several of the short tentacles inserted themselves into my ass, my pussy, rubbed against my crotch, folding and feeling where it could get a hold to implant its seed. I kicked and screamed until the thing's paralytic took hold again and then I went limp - powerless. "Ugh," one of the she-elves could barely hold back her puke and left the room, but the men seemed to be stroking themselves to the perversion. All the while Orthar was laughing, filling his batteries one after another. This one dumped me on the floor like the last, and the process continued. Orthar had one of the other Thalmor wizards take a turn (after I was tested) and fucked me raw. Then he summoned a third Estrus, and a fourth, letting his men have turns with me. When finally all his batteries were full, Orthar looked down on me and smiled, "You belong to me now. Your only purpose is to charge these, that will fuel our weapons, that will allow us to roll our war machine across all of Nirn." I made no response, as I'm pretty sure at this point I was in a catatonic state. He chuckled, and started to walk away. Orthar turned the corner, and I couldn't see what he could see, but he was taken aback by whatever it was. "What are you fools doing?" He shouted, "Get back to your posts!" Did the creatures have this effect on people? I could hear the sounds of distant moaning of men and women, but my brain just would not concentrate on what was happening. I felt the floor begin to undulate again and I felt like I was going to weep. Not again... The tendril grabbed my arm and I braced myself for the horror, but instead... it wiped my hand in the blood, then it rubbed my hand vigorously across the magic circle. And the creature emerged again. It let me go, and formed its huge body into a tube as it wormed its way through the small opening in the circle It'd made for itself. The Estrus scurried off. Seconds later, I heard screams. I laid there for what seemed like hours as several more of the creatures did the same, wriggling through the narrow channel made by my arm. I rolled over. I crawled across the circle (that was no bane to me, only the Estrus creatures) and when I was able to drag my body around the corner, I found an elven woman locked in a pink pod like the one I'd been in earlier - only shaped more like a long tulip. Another one was grabbed by the first Estrus type I'd been grabbed by, and another by the large pod. The hallway was filled with screams for nearly a minute, then they were mostly corpses, falling limp, including the men. But one voice rang out over the squelching. "Please! Help me!" Orthar was being grabbed by the first Estrus type that was all tentacles. He was the last to be grabbed, and thus the last to be alive. I stood, and walked over to him, smugly silent as he screamed again. The tentacles tore into his asshole. "Why the fuck would I do that?" I asked, "You tortured me for months. And finally you're getting some of your own medicine. I hope you die a painful death!" I limped out of there and opened the door to the outside. It was daytime, and I'd forgotten that the place was crawling with guards outside too. I hadn't found my things amongst the chests in the fortress, only a prisoner's dirty garb and a few melee weapons. I gritted my teeth, and even though I was feeling weak from all the horror downstairs, I drew a dagger and sword and yelled, "C'mon!" The four Thalmor rushed me, and I evaded and slashed for a solid couple minutes. I figured more reinforcements would come, but then I noticed in the distance - this fort was being attacked by Bandits at this very moment. "Skyrim belongs to the Nords!" One of the bandits yelled. It seemed even the common rabble were fighting against the Thalmor. The bandits and Thalmor surface guards tore through each other - causing mutually assured destruction. The combat spilled over into my fight, the two sides killing each other. I slashed out at every person there. When all was said and done, one Thalmor remained. And like one last goddamn stick in my eye, he got the drop on me. I was exhausted - not having slept a good sleep in months now. He choked me out, and I passed out. He may have realized he was the last Thalmor left here. He may have been influenced by the Estrus' aura of sexual perversion. All I know is I woke up with his dick in my mouth and my hands tied again. Seconds later he was cumming on my face. I looked up. "That's how we treat women where we come from," he chuckled. I was looking behind him. A giant club came down on him, exploding him into a frosty, bloody mess. I started to beast call at him, but the Frost Giant nodded at me and walked away. The... spirits? I was left standing there, alone. I dropped to my knees in the frosty cold, letting myself weep for real this time. I realized the Estrus may be coming any minute and I sprinted the fuck out of there. And just a bowshot away, I found them. "By the gods!" Serana shouted, Damien by her side. "Please! Teleport away! Now! Let's get out of here!" I screamed, grabbing at his robes. We appeared in Highreach. Serana carried me, naked, to the hot springs. I gripped her and she sat down with me in her arms, still clothed. I put my head on her chest, shivering, and fell asleep.

hello, thanks for clicking this i appreciate that BUT, its been a long week so im glad i could come home today and hop on LL and skyrim you guys are great people and you're usually pretty nice to talk to i finished multiple bodyslide presets and then went to check the previous poll results: it seems to me some of you guys actually like the character creation (i've gained multiple followers in the process which is super great, and the likes on them are pretty high :O) making the elf character instead of sticking to schedule won with steel girl at second place so i'll probably get to her tomorrow or later, i dunno. like usual took multiple hours making the character and took some quick screenshots after, enjoy and thanks. feedback still very accepted... like, very very accepted. i want it notes: -i took some scenery pictures so i'll throw those into the next screenshot selection (i'll take more too) -i forgot to upload a picture of red so that'll be in there too (or i could use multiple characters?) -dont complain about her lips lol i like lips and i thought they were cute on her -is swiftstep still living? -if you send me a bodyslide request... make sure its possible in this dimension of reality please kek quick pics: character creation (had too many pictures so heres an artificial, picture time lapse gif) thanks for reading, especially if you read it all and especially if you commented/liked after shows me if im doing alright and whatever have a nice day and stay safe

Prettier Bandits View File Prettier Bandits v1.0 Includes: Prettier Female Bandits Prettier Female Warlocks Prettier Vaermina Devotees Prettier Witches and Hags Prettier Female Thalmor Prettier Thieves Prettier Adventurers Prettier Vigilants Prettier Stormcloaks Prettier Forsworn Unique Bosses Q: What is Prettier Bandits? This mod updates the appearance of hundreds female actor types, including all bandit encounters, warlocks, witches and hags, Thalmor and randomly encountered adventurers. It is primarily an appearance mod, removing dirt and grime, adding new hair models and generally making your various hostile female NPC encounters a lil easier on the eyes. However, I do add some additonal combat perks to the WE adventurer NPCs to make them tougher encounters, particularly at higher level. Also, as of v0.9 the Vigilants of Stendarr got a complete rebuild with all new NPCs. They are now organized into two Orders, the Wardens and the Crusaders. Crusaders are like a religious knightly order, they wear armor and have combat skills for melee, they use maces. The Wardens are more a scholarly priesthood using spells (mainly flame spells, they will often use a fire spell in both hands). They use vanilla gear, so any gear replacers or Bodyslide adjustments will automatically be applied. The Vigilants are also the only faction where the guys as well as the gals got an overhaul, I had to rebuild the male NPCs anyway so I figured why not give them a makeover while I was at it. Q: Unique Bosses? Certain leveled NPCs have been converted into Unique actors, had their appearance upgraded and given some additional perks and abilities. These include: The Imperial Captian at Helgen (so now you've got a cute gal trying to take your head off, yeah... that never happens...) The Caller from Felglow The Necromancer Cult from Wolf Skull Cave attempting to summon Potema, the ritual leader and the four assistants are now all unique with custom appearances Dalrita, the leader Maela, a Nord originally from Windhelm Tristyn, a Breton from High Rock Alcedonia, an Imperial from Bruma Vinelore, an Altmer from the Rift (?) a sleeping area with some extra loot and Dalrita's journal was added to the ruins Luah al Skaven from Ansilvund is now a unique NPC, I tried to make her MILFy... though I'm not sure what exactly that should look like. ? Minorne from Ruunvald is now a unique NPC with dusky skin to keep her in line with lore speculation that she may actually be an Ayleid. Keeper Carcette of the Vigilants is now a unique NPC to go along with the entire order getting an overhaul. Eisa Blackthorn encountered outside of Frostmere Crypt, now better looking and tougher with some scars, befitting a woman who survived Cidhna Mine! Salma from outside Ironbind Barrow Anska encountered inside High Gate Ruins Fjola from Mistwatch Tower Umana encountered deep within Alftand The "Vaermina Dreamgirls" consists of 6 devotees who awaken as you make your way through Nightcaller Temple Valana, a Breton Safia, an Imperial Jaedya, a Nord Teril, a Dunmer Carellon, an Altmer Enyra, a Nord Q: Does it give NPC any new abilities or make them tougher? For the most part no, Prettier Bandits was intended to be primarily an appearance mod only. It does increase the level range of encounters witches and hags to be similar to encountered warlocks. As I mentioned above it also gives the WEAdventurer's some additional combat perks, but nothing out of line with a vanilla lore friendly game (no super powers). Also, as of v0.9 a select few leveled NPC bosses have been converted into unique Boss NPCs, these were also given additional perks to make them a little bit more of a challenge as well as making them "prettier". The Vigilants of Stendarr did receive a complete overhaul, and now appear as either heavily armored "Crusaders" who specialize in melee combat, or robed "Wardens" who specialize in using magic. The Vigilants also included better looking male NPCs as well as females, since I was overhauling them all anyway. Q: What body type does it use? A: Whatever you have installed, the mod only changes the face and hair of the NPCs, not the body. So you can use any body type and any gear replacer for that body type and it will work fine with this mod. It should also work with any skin texture you have installed. Personally I use Bijin's Skin Q: Does it add anything new? Not really, there is no new armor or anything include in this mod. It does add a few new NPC encounters, mostly to the roadside thieves you sometimes encounter, I added two more female dark elves and one female wood elf to the possible encounter types. That's really about it, its an appearance mod. Q: Does this replace existing bandits or other NPCs? Yes, in so far as it updates the appearance of existing NPC actors. It does not alter their outfits, gear, etc. In most cases it simply adds actors to the leveled list, but in the case of the Vigilants they got a complete rebuild. Q: Why use this mod? You like eye candy? I made this mod with the intent of supporting Paradise Halls Extension so that captured bandits, warlocks, thalmor, etc. would be nicer looking slaves. Its since grown beyond that original purpose to simply making random encounters (and now a few unique bosses) look nicer. Q: Why is the file so large? Over 1,000 sets of face geometry and tint mask sets take a up a lot of space. The currently zipped file is 450 MB. Q: Will you add prettier guards or other NPCs? This is in progress. The current factions included are bandits, warlocks, necromancers, witches, WEAdventurers, WEThieves, Vaermina Devotees, Falmer Servants, Forsworn, Stormcloaks, and the Vigilants of Stendarr as of v0.9. Q: Is this Smexy Bandits? No. That was the original form of this project, at this point its abandoned, having been replaced by this project Q: Can I use your NPCs appearance in my own mod project? A: Yes! Copy in any NPC you like, I won't mind. If anything I'll be a lil flattered. I'm hoping in a future version of this mod to include a separate resource .esm that will contain all the appearance templates for people to use as a resource. So yes, if it would help you populate your mod with better looking NPCs, feel free to borrow and copy from this mod. Q: Why are you still using Apachii hair its so old? A: Nostalgia, also, I'M OLD ? Seriously, I'm tired of it too (too many dependencies for one, and not enough variety second), so one of my goals for the is to convert the entire mod over to KS Hairdo's. At that point Apachii hair will no longer be required or used, I will not maintain two versions of the mod (way too much work). I am working on converting to KS Hair, it is now required for the new unique NPCs. I'm not sure when I'll be able to convert the full mod as I'm also working on laying the groundwork for the eventual 2.0 which will overhaul, rebuild and expand the mod considerably. So it might take awhile. Q: Will there be a SE version of this mod? Yes, I'm working on it now. What's required Skyrim.esm Update.esm Apachii Hair for Females 1.5 Apachii Hair 1.6 Full Installation: Download and install with your favorite mod manager. Load order is up to you, you can let other things overwrite it or not as you wish. Removal is simple, just uninstall with your mod organizer. There are no scripts included in this mod so it shouldn't break anything. Known Issues: None To Do List: What's Next? Next up will be v1.1. I'm planning on adding more unique NPCs for that and I'm also planning on adding options for some of the unique NPCs to become available as followers or hirelings. For now I'm looking at doing this for the following NPCs: Salma, after finishing Ironbind Barrow, if she survives her quest will shut down and she will go to the Nightgate Inn where she can then be asked to follow you as a regular follower. Also, if she dies (or is enslaved) her quest will automatically shut down so that her quest dialog stops and she doesn't despawn if turned into an undead thrall or a slave. Eisa Blackthorn, if she is allowed to leave, she goes to Morthal. Additional changes would be made so that if she isn't killed you can hire her as a hireling for 500 gold (she is a mercenary after all) Anska, if you help her in High Gate Ruins, afterwards she will be available as a follower Fjola, if you let her leave Mistwatch instead of killing her (or enslaving her) she will show up elsewhere and be available as a hireling. I'm also looking add adding more unique NPCs from Solstheim and possibly adding Alva and Laelette (vampires) from Morthal. Mods I Used While Making This Mod For the eyes I'm using Improved Eyes Skyrim For skin I use Bijin's Skin For the brows I'm using Hvergelmir's Brows However, the mod should work with any skin, eye or brow pack you choose. None of these are included. It will also work with whatever body type you install, the mod doesn't affect the body, just the face and hair. Also, I would suggest this mod for the Forsworn, Forsworn Natural if you want topless Forsworn as seen in the preview. Special Thanks to my Beta Test Team for a LOT of patience and testing. Karlpaws Psalam Valcon767 Worik Blackbird_Wanderer Support Me I now have a SubscribeStar account if you want to help support me making mods. You're support will be very much appreciated and will help me have more time to work on mods and create new content. Submitter EinarrTheRed Submitted 05/15/2016 Category Other Requires Appachi Hair 1.6 Full Special Edition Compatible No

My Followers Pack 2 - Standalone Followers - LE View File Second follower pack released! After some days of testing it with no problems, this mod will be released. I hope you enjoy this second merged pack. Thank you for all the support! I hope you're staying safe at home ❤️ Read Aqua & Bella's story here and here. Read Kamako's story here. Read Julie's story here. Read Seranya's story here. Read Ursula's story here. >> Check the outfits list here << DOWNLOAD SPECIAL EDITION HERE Followers: Aqua, Bella, Julie, Kamako, Seranya and Ursula. Level: 10 and will level up with the player. Marriageable: Yes. They don't carry anything, except for Julie, Kamako and Seranya, who carry some weapons (a paralysis staff, an akaviri katana and an elven greatsword). I've personally tested this mod in both LE and SE versions. Both work fine on my end. If you find any problem/bug, please report it to me (screenshots may be of help). Aqua & Bella - Temple of the Divines, Solitude. Julie - Arch-Mage's Quarters, College of Winterhold. Seranya - Thalmor Embassy, Northwest of Solitude. Kamako - Temple of Mara, Riften. Ursula - Eldergleam Sanctuary, between Windhelm and Riften. A skeleton that supports the body physics (SE or LE). HDT-SMP (SE) / HDT (LE). Body - Bodyslide Studio/3BA - SE / LE Skin - Leyenda Skin - SE / LE Brows - Enhanced Brows - SE / LE Eyes - The Eyes of Beauty - SE / LE Hair - KS Hairdo's - SE / LE ENB - Rudy ENB - SE / LE Submitter Anuketh Submitted 06/14/2020 Category Companions Requires Read description Special Edition Compatible Yes

Prettier Bandits v0.9.2 SSE View File I did not make this mod. I have ported the mod to Skyrim Special Edition with the permission from the author, EinarrTheRed. For full description, please see the original mod: Prettier Bandits Requirements: ApachiiSkyHair_v_1_6_Full_optimized ApachiiSkyHairFemale_v_1_5_1 ApachiiSkyHairMale_v_1_2_Optimized In case you are wondering: yes, you can have both KS Hairdos and ApachiiSkyHair. Submitter Loostrok Submitted 09/20/2020 Category Regular Mods Requires ApachiiSkyHair_v_1_6_Full_optimized, ApachiiSkyHairFemale_v_1_5_1, ApachiiSkyHairMale_v_1_2_Optimized Regular Edition Compatible No