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As Thane of the hold, the Dovakiin is required to provide some services that benefit the Jarl's court. Once a month, the PC would be called to attend the court, where you will have to fulfill a request of the Jarl. Someone in the court, be it the Jarl themselves, sibling(s), adult children, housecarls, or other Thanes need sex and only the best will do. Whether gay, bi, or straight, male, female, or trans, there are plenty of single people around each court, including many Jarls. Riften's Jarl, on both sides of the war, have single adult sons (both Stewards are taken, as is the housecarl of Leilia - seeing the high elven steward). Whiterun's Jarl & brother are both single, as well as the older Battleborn son, who's father is Thane. Falkreath is also single, as is his female steward, male housecarl, and his Uncle who is Thane as well. Morthal has the housecarl and her grown daughter. Solitude has Elisif (or Erikur), either possible court wizard, and the housecarl (Falk & Bryling are seeing one another). Dawnstar - are any of them married? Winterhold - depending on the Jarl, he may be single, though the steward always is. Markath - both possible Jarls, Igmund's uncle, the brother of the other (after the Cidhna mine quest), the court wizrd, and his nephew are all single (a straight male character may be left out of that one). Windhelm - all the men are single, including Captain Lonely-Gale (a Thane). Commanders of either side could also be included, as most of them function within the Jarl's home. Balgruuf may require a female Dovakiin to be shared between him and his brother, Leilia (Riften) may require Dovaiin to tend to both of her sons, In Dawnstar, Skald may just watch, but will make it happen in the main hall in front of everyone. In Morthal, there could be a chance you are sent to comfort Laylette's widower husband (can't recall his name). In Falkreath, Sind may want other, more kinky activities. The men in Wildhelm would likely be more aggressive, controlling the entire experience, while Balgruuf and his brother may be a bit more affectionate. If you go Stormcloak and you replace Balgruuf, Vignar may sometimes send you to one of the Companions. They will generally take or send you to a private room to tend to your duties, though they have a chance of putting it out for all the world to see, if the court is largely or wholly run by one sex (such as Dawnstar or Windhelm with all males in the top positions.
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A random thought came up, why not have a house within the Soul Cairn. This mod will add Pneuma Manor, currently the only player home within the Soul Cairn. Good friend Morven will sell you this home for a sizeable bounty of Soul Husks. There are three levels of this home, the main level, the cellar, and the upper level. Upon entering the upper level, you notice that you are not the only ones living in the house. Meet the Necronn family, consisting of a mother, a daughter, a son, and a dog. To find out why they are in the house and resemble most of the current Cairn residents, explore this upper level for any clues. The father, he left behind quite the legacy. Various books found near his desk will reveal the legacy he has left, and some for the worse. In the process of discovering the past, you will wake up the past. This past will eventually lead to new recipes, a new spell, a new enchantment, and several other followers or residents of Pneuma Manor. This house will serve you and your adventures in the Soul Cairn well, being the only calm place within the bleak landscape. What is Added: -Three story home in the Soul Cairn, purchased via Soul Husks -4 Mannequins, 2 Weapon Racks, 3 Weapon Display Plaques, 1 Weapon Display Case, 2 Bookshelves with 90 book capacity. -Alchemy table, Enchanter table, Forge, Tanning Rack, Workbench, Sharpening Wheel, Smelter -Storage in the cellar, Dresser, Safe, several Barrels near Mage Station. -Thane, Bard, Soul family (step-daughter, step-son, dog, wife?), Assassin follower -Soul Husk Extract recipe, Absorb health/soul trap spell, Absorb health/soul trap weapon enchantment, Absorb health/soul trap poison -5 Books, 5 journals for backstory -3 Quests for backstory and acquiring thane/bard/assassin, without direct quest markers. -Spells to transport to Pneuma Manor and to College of Winterhold Requires: DAWNGUARD Revision History: v1.2: -Added new quest to clear up lore conflicts -Added a new book and several supporting items for the new quest. -Corrected dog's voice. v1.1: -Added new book -Added two new spells, one for transport to Pneuma Manor, one for transport to College of Winterhold Known Quirks: -If you have dialogue issues, try saving-reloading in order to fix. This issue should not prop up, but might since there is (technically) custom dialogue included. -Ushugob does not have a voice for the Thane dialogue. Guess this is due to no Orcs as Thanes in Skyrim. Credits: -Tamriel Rebuilt – name generator -Artisanix – Paintings and Frames - http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/17423 Special thanks to Artisanix for making awesome paintings/frames resource. -Balok’s Tutorials – Creating Skyrim Oil Paintings - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k28k_6ChNks These were very helpful in teaching techniques for creating the paintings. Note: I am making a massive update for this mod, but it won't be released for some time. It will be including the other expansions, and I will be leaving this upload at version 1.2. The regular Skyrim version of the new update will be called Definitive Edition, and it will just be Pneuma Manor when I port it over to Special Edition.-
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Lydia's First Assigment as Housecarl The Housecarl duty is protect their Thane and obey anything they command, as long as it doesn't conflict the law of the hold, their have the oath wich command them to do it. As did it Lydia, she recently became a housecarl wich a great honor especially if they serve a Thane, she is nervous since opposed others she immediatly placed to an Thane. Lydia: I'm nervous, I should make a good impression to my Thane, lets be calm and look confident. Lydia: Yes be confident after all, its rare when a housecarl immediatly get assigned, they probably saw my talent and fighting prowness. Lydia: I hear steps, he is coming lets get ready.. As soon the door opened Lydia knelt down and look up the man who step in. She prepared herself to say what she need. Lydia: Welcome my Thane, I'm Lydia your Housecarl assigned by the Jarl for your deeds, Its been a great honor to serve you, I'm sworn to carry your burden. I'm wait your order my Thane. She looked up while said her oath, she saw a grizzled old man, scarred warrior, war veteran someone who has seen fights. Wearing noble clothes and worthy being Thane. He looked on her. Thane: Good... now stand up..I have a few order already for you.. Lydia stand up and wait his orders. Her Thane looked her a smile.. Lydia: Your orders my Thane? Thane: Show me your body, get off your armor and weapons... Lydia: I'm sorry my Thane I heard wrong... What is your order my Thane? Lydia thinking mishearing the order, looked confused and asked again, however her Thane looked the same smile and said again.. Thane: Get off your weapon and armor, show your naked body Housecarl.. Lydia: But my Thane..(Seriusly?) Thane: I thought you have your oath.. Lydia: I'm sorry you right my Thane, I get off my gear..(fuck I need obey for my oath and honor) Lydia took off her armor and weapon and showed her naked self to her thane. Lydia: I did what you commanded my Thane. Thane: Good..you are beautiful my housecarl Lydia: Thank you my Thane.(Ehhhhh) He looked her like starved wolf look an fresh meat, Lydia felt uncomfortable and didn't know what will happen next, but prepared for the worst, failing as Housecarl is great dishonor and shame greater than what he could do with her. Thane: Now then show me more your body make pose or something.. Lydia: As you command. Her eyes and face showed her shame and how humilitated she felt, while her thane remarked her body and commented and she was forced to react positively as her oath bids. Thane: Wonderful body! You are truly the best what I could get. Lydia: You honor me my Thane.(You pervert..) Thane: Show me your bottom Lydia: Yes my Thane. Thane: Such lickable material you got there! Lydia: Your kinds word warm me my Thane.(This is just getting worse) However he get bored of it and started ordering again. Thane: Kneel down! Lydia: As you wish. Thane: Time to get off my stuff too. As Lydia knelt down, her thane took off his clothes standed before him, with a boner and looking down her. Lydia looked very confused at him and waiting for order. Lydia: My Thane? Thane: Give me a Blowjob. Lydia: But.. Thane: As you said you carrying my burden and now it is in my balls, I command you take of the burden from my balls. Lydia got closer to his dick preparing sucking it and simply obeyed his order withouth any resistance. Lydia: Your wish is my Command my Thane. (Uhhhhh For Honor!) As she finished her sectence, she put the dick in her mouth and started orally pleasure him. Thane: Ahhh fucking yes! To not make him relaxed Lydia as a bit revenge she started suck mercilessy, however this backfired. Thane: Damn finally a good blowjob, goodway for ending my day! Lydia:(Fuck he is more resisilient than expected) And he cummed her over on her mouth and breast. Thane: That was good! Lydia:Thank you my Thane it was my Pleasure(You could at least cum somewhere else, ehhh gross!) Thane: Lick it from yourself, you earned, now then go to the bed lets put you an other you. Lydia: Yes my Thane.(Really?) Not long after they started to fuck, to Lydia luck at least she was in controll riding him in reserve pose to not look him at all. But this came with an downside, he use her asshole instead her pussy. Wich she is not really allowed. Lydia:(Despite being a pervert Thane, at least you can fuck) Lydia:(In the end I even enjoy this anal ride!) And they finished, fourtunately this part was fun to Lydia wich migh help her endure him as her Thane. After the act they started spoke. Lydia: My Thane are you satisfied with me? Thane: Yes girl, you are excellent. You Housecarls always make good lovers and bodyguards at the same time. Lydia: Thank you my Thane, your words honored me. (At least my Honor is saved! Jarl would skin me alive if I fail and losing honor is greater shame than this was for an warrior) After he left and Lydia started think about being housecarl. Lydia: I might choose wrongly by being Housecarl, I thought I defend life and fight for honor, instead being lover and obey sexual orders. Well lets hope my next Thane will be better after him. End
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Hey, it's me. Destana. Before I talk about going and seeing Ulfric, I decided I would clear up some logistical data. - If I am still traveling, how does the baby get fed? Well, I learned a very useful spell named Sophomoric Teleportation. Meant to be a way to transport goods in containers (chests, etc) to the user's home, I just squeeze my boob into a bottle and transport it back to Honeyside in Riften. Damien is old enough to drink from a small bottle with a fake nipple; a couple months. I have been spending most of my time within reach to Riften except for the Battle of Solitude and now my trip to Windhelm. But, of course, how it always goes with me is I go to a place with certain intentions and I get embroiled in something much bigger. - Tattoos are rare, but they're certainly do-able. They take a long time, a lot of artistry. And many Nords have lots of them. They're done by slowly poking (dot by dot) a needle into the outer layer of your skin with ash or similar material. I think the next one I get is the full back. Because I have a lot of time to waste... again. So I was in the palace, looking at him from across his hall. He looked up as I approached. "Stormblade! I hope this day finds you well!" Ulfric shouted to me. "Hey Ulfric," I said meekly, not bothering to refer to him as 'Jarl' or 'Future High King,' 'the One and Future King,' or whatever. We were good friends. "What brings you to Windhelm?" He asked, "Sampling the mead and the culture?" "Well, I was asked to solve a murder on my way in. But I'm no copper," I smiled, "But no, I have ... news for you." He raised an eyebrow, "What sort of news?" "I'm pregnant," I replied, unabashedly. "Congratu ~" "Yeah, you guessed it," I said. "So what does this mean for us? You're married, are you not?" He replied calmly, in even tones, as he always did, "I knew I probably shouldn't've fucked with another man's wife. Foolish, like a young man." In truth, Ulfric had met Sanguine a few times on the battlefield and knew he was an excellent warrior, but like anyone else, he had no idea of his true nature. "Sam is alright. He's a different beast," I replied, then said, "I am going to keep it." "So do you want support? I know you're fairly wealthy, but not Jarl or future High King wealthy," he said. "I don't need anything. I don't want to force you to marry me. In fact, I don't want to marry you at all (no offense)." "None taken." "I just wanted to let you know. If you want to have any involvement, tell me and I'll make it happen. But if not," I shrugged, "That's fine too. I would like us to remain friends, though." "Alright, friend. I'm bored. The moot still has not met. What are you up to these days?" I shrugged again, "Well, I'm about to go perform some public service for Solitude so I can buy land. I friggin hate Solitude. When I got to Skyrim I went to prison there for a little bit for killing Thalmor and freeing a Stormcloak captive." "That... makes a lot of sense how your tale got here," Ulfric raised an eyebrow, "Now I see why you wanted to take back Solitude for Skyrim so bad. And why you hate the Thalmor." "Among other reasons," I said, "I am a Redguard. We kept fighting them for five more years after the Empire gave up." "Hmm... What kind of public service?" He asked. "Well I know for a fact they need the Wolf Skull Cave cleared out because some guy was asking for it from Dragon Bridge," "You do this kind of stuff all the time, don't you?" He asked. "Pretty much. This is pretty light work compared to my normal killing dragons and fighting wars." He chuckled, "Are you not concerned with the health of... the child?" "It's pretty early," I replied, "I was just going to use summons and rage spells. I learned quite a lot from the college mages that I haven't had a chance to test yet." "Alright," he nodded. Then he stood to his feet, "Let me help you out." "Help how?" "I'm going to come with you," he grabbed his axe and put it on his belt, "Don't tell Galmar." I smiled, dumbfounded, "Are you sure this is okay? You're kind of important." "You might say I'm essential," Ulfric winked, "But am I Jarl or not? Besides, you should see examples of shouts from a real pro who actually uses them for combat, unlike the Greybeards. Think of it as Dragonborn training." "Don't you start," I shook my head. So yeah, the most important man in Skyrim came with me to do a random dungeon quest. We took what we had on hand and walked out the front door. "Where are you going, my Jarl? And without guards," Galmar was standing near the brazier out in front. "Old bear, I'm merely going out to stretch my legs," Ulfric responded. "We should probably bring him along," I whispered to Ulfric. "Out of the question, my Jarl," Galmar folded his arms. "Not to worry, Galmar. I have the legendary hero right here to protect me. I'm no slouch with an axe myself." "Perhaps you should come along to keep him safe," I suggested. Galmar finally growled at us, "All right. I'll come with you. But I'll have you know you endanger all of Skyrim with your antics!" "Yeah, well. Not the first time," I smirked. We traveled through the night and half the next day (to the mountains above Solitude) then we rested until nightfall. "Stormblade, do you always approach at night when you're alone? Not very honorable," Galmar asked. "Galmar, do you know what I do while I'm not working with the Stormcloaks?" I asked. "I don't know, shout at dragons or something?" Galmar asked. Ulfric laughed. I think he had an idea, though the full depth of my depravity probably escaped him. "I'm the guild master of the Thieves Guild of Riften," I smirked, "A mage. And in some cases, I work with the Dark Brotherhood. I'm not exactly the honorable type." I readied a spell, then I cast 'Summon Inigo' which the cat had gifted me during our travels together. "What? Where?" He asked, "Hello friend. I'm glad you chose to summon me after I finished peeing." "Sorry, Inigo. Could I use your help today?" I asked. "Of course. I did say you could call upon me anytime," he slipped on the elven armor I'd found for him, "What's the job?" "Simple dungeon clear," I replied, loading a bolt in my crossbow. We swept through the first part of the dungeon. Strangely, found a draugr about to sexually assault a necromancer (I wonder if he summoned more than he could handle). We reached a deeper part, filled with collapsed towers and walls, which allowed our enemies plenty of vantage points to shoot at us. I headed up the rear, shooting bolts while the boys rushed in. At one point the boys were fighting a couple draugr and I stepped past to peer over an overlook. A draugr was there, waiting for me and he staggered me with a shout. "You call that a shout?" I furrowed my brow at him, took a deep breath and shouted back, "FUS - RO!" And it blew him off the overlook. Ulfric chuckled as he rushed ahead. We had some fun wrecking those guys, including a group of summoners at the end, trying to summon Potema. From what Ulfric said she was an ancient queen of Skyrim, master of necromancy. We said our goodbyes and I made my way back to Solitude. I saw Falk Firebeard in the courtyard, walking home - as it was late at night now, and he gladly accepted my tribute and thanked me. "Dang, should've asked those guys to join me for dinner... early breakfast," I sighed, going to the Bards' college to snag a free bed there. "Oh wow," I said to the cook as I walked into the basement, "You guys remodeled. These used to be a bunch of beds in a hallway. Now we get rooms?? With a desk! This is as good as the college of Winterhold. Not as roomy, but the accommodations are definitely better." "Who are you again?" He asked. "Oh, yeah, I joined a while back," I replied, "Looks like you guys designated me a room." He blinked, "I have literally never seen you. It's been a year since you stepped foot in this building." "I needed to go out and get practical experience," I said, "I needed some stories to tell." He pursed his lips, "Fair. I think Viarmo will probably want to see you." I sighed, "Maybe in a couple days. I need to talk to the Jarl first." I took a few hour nap and woke up late morning - enough time for courtly affairs to die down a bit. I went to the Blue Palace and approached Fair Elisif. "Thank you for your help. Are you seeking Thanehood? I know you've been named Thane in Riften and Whiterun. I wonder - would you do one more thing for me?" "Sure, my Jarl. What do you need?" I asked. She leaned in and whispered to me, "Meet me tonight in my bedchambers." I smiled. I took the time to sleep some more, eat and drink, pump and transport and take the first two assessments to be considered a master Bard of the college. Then I showed up to the Blue Palace after hours. "You are... expected," Falk said as I approached the Jarl's room. He opened the door for me, "Mind your manners. We all know you're strong, but don't think I won't come after you if you make one false move." Falk walked in after me and stood in the corner, arms folded. Jarl Elisif was sitting at her table and bid me sit across from her. "Good evening, Stormblade," she said. "What can I do for you?" I asked. "Well, I actually have two requests," she replied. "People tend to pile quests on me. I can take it," I stared into her eyes. She was, definitely fair. "I'll name you Thane if you show me pleasure. It's been so long since Torygg died," she said, "You're renowned for your 'skills." "I'll do it. Gladly," I smiled, "What's your second request?" "You can do this after you do whatever you need to do - I assume you want to buy the plot of land?" "Yes." "I request you deliver Torygg's warhorn to the Shrine of Talos, northeast of Whiterun. It would honor me greatly," she replied. "I'll do it. But I have a counter request," I said. "What do you wish of the Jarl of Solitude?" She asked. "You may know me as a stormcloak officer, but do you remember where else you might've seen me?" I asked. She shook her head, puzzled. I pulled the Crusader's Cuirass down, revealing the roadmap of scars marking my body. "I... I don't understand," she said. "I was Solitude's prisoner. A little over a year ago. I was a lot weaker and possibly more headstrong then," I could feel emotions welling up inside me, like rage, "That jailer you employed back then - where is he?" "I have to be honest, Stormblade. He was sadistic and cruel. We've sworn off his service in Solitude. But I hear he sells his services to some of the other holds. Namely..." I prayed none of the holds I actually liked. "...Riften..." Damn. "... Falkreath, Morthal and Whiterun. The other holds are too small or too principled. And not Markarth. They have Cidhna Mine, which is way worse." I sighed, "Well I'm glad you swore it off. You seem like an honorable lady." No more words were said. I pulled up my armor and she pulled off her dress. I gave her pleasure, sure. I'd always been good at that. And I asked for no reciprocation. When we were done, I got the Horn from her. I slept at the Bard's college again and set out to the Shrine of Talos. It was good to know we reestablished his worship here, even if it did lead to a lot of conflict and death. Even our former enemies were Talos worshippers at heart. I approached to find a man. "Who are you?" I said, drawing my blade at him. "You'll regret being here!" Another voice stabbed at us. The figure picked up a sword from the monument in front of him and we rushed into battle. It was four Thalmor! One wizard, whom I dispatched handily, while the man dealt with the three others. He turned, and I recognized the regalia of a Jarl, but not his face. He returned the sword to the grave. Then he turned to me, "I am called Torygg." "I've seen stranger things," I said, sheathing my sword, "Well, you do know you're dead, right?" "Yeah. Ulfric shouted at me and killed me with his sword," he said, "I've been waiting at this grave for someone... perhaps you. I worry for my wife." "Why? She seems to have it under control." "I'm watching her for a while before I pass on. Now I don't have to," Torygg said. "Why do you say that?" "I need to make a request," he said, "It was you who helped Ulfric to his goal. Now I request you look after her." I folded my arms. Maybe this man thought since I'd pleasured her I had some designs on forming a relationship with her. Really, though, it was a simple ask. "Sure. I can do my best," I said. I was pretty sure she had dozens of guards and hundreds of armed men to do that for her. But I would lend a hand if I could. "You love her still, even in death?" "We mortals are only flesh and blood. Our hearts beat. You understand. Take care of her." I smiled and nodded. I returned to Solitude. When I walked up the stairs to the Jarl's court area, Erikur pointed his finger at me, "So I see you've decided to take up necromancy." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "I have eyes everywhere. I had a man follow you," he replied. "What's the matter, Erikur? Get too close to your crush?" I chided, "I don't really care, to be honest, but I do want to speak the truth." "Hold your tongue, necromancer!" Jarl Elisif shouted, "Erikur told me you've been speaking to my husband. Did it involve sacrifices? Depraved rituals?" "Elisif..." I started. "No more words, charlatan!" Elisif shouted at me. Sybille Stentor, the court wizard, spoke from under her hood, "Surely you're not that naive, my lady. There is no necromancy at work here." "There is necromancy, and the Jarl knows it!" Erikur shouted back. "Silence, you ignorant cur! The real question is why you're even here!" Sybil yelled, "It is possible for spirits to contact their loved ones." "Do you really believe that?" Erikur asked, "The law cannot be bent for personal relationships." "What law?" I asked, "Necromancy is legal. But that's one type of magic I've never practiced. I'm all about consent and it stinks of the body having control taken away. Raped. You know, Erikur, like you did to me when I was in prison here?!" I could feel by voice booming, whether I intended to or not. Not a shout, per se. But I was getting pissed at this fool and his petty lust for Elisif. Maybe this is who Torygg wanted me to protect her from. "Calm. This is just a misunderstanding," Jarl Elisif said, evenly. She peered over to the corner, like she was signaling me to follow her. After a long moment of consideration, Elisif joined me. She whispered into my ear, "What did Torygg say?" "He asked me to help look after you." "You can have your title, by the way. Visit me after hours, if you like," Elisif sighed, "Don't get any ideas though. I'm still Jarl, and I'll remain alone." "I'm married. And pregnant," I replied. Elisif smiled weakly, "Congratulations." A little sad, maybe. This lady was complex. I think she did have some kind of interest in me. I turned to Falk Firebeard, "How much for the land?" "The Windstad plot? 5000 gold. If you want a property in the city, that'll be 25000 gold." I mentally counted out my coins, "Gods, that's expensive. I don't think I have enough for that. I'll take Windstad. I can cut down trees and find ore myself. Guess I'll need to learn how to make nails and struts and things." He handed me a deed. On my way out I turned and said, "Besides, I wouldn't be caught dead in Solitude if I could help it." I turned the corner, following Sybil. She was laying in bed... in the late morning. "Thanks for helping me back there," I said, "Why'd you do that?" "Curiosity. I know what you are," he replied. "What's that?" Mage? Dragonborn? Assassin? Freak beast? Demon-kisser? "A free spirit. Want to buy a woman a drink sometime?" She asked. "Do you take your blood on the rocks or straight-up?" I said back. "So you figured it out?" "Yeah, you're a vampire. Your eyes are glowing gold. I can see them even with your hood on. Or is everybody here that oblivious?" I smirked. Anyway, I decided to go to the Winking Skeever to relax for a while, play lute (which I had never actually done in this town) and mingle. Lisette was there. From our one or two interactions around town, I knew she was a bard. The other bards usually have a lot of information. "Care for a drink?" I asked, offering her ale. "Always good to see a fellow bard," she replied, taking the mug. "You know, the people in court are acting awfully weird. Do you know anything about that? Ever played for the Jarl here?" She looked me dead in the eye and said, "Not here," and led me upstairs. "So how about that Erikur?" I asked, folding my arms. "He said he'd conquer me as a 'true nord," she said. "Give me a break," I sneered, "I had him whimpering on the ground when I got on him. Of course, does that make me no better than him? I dunno." I decided I would take a nap at the Bard College. As I turned to leave, I noted Corpulus Vinius walking into the room Lisette had just been hanging out by with me. Huh. It's weird to think this, but it's kinda neat that other people besides me have sex lives. I donated a coin to a beggar, and talked to a few passersby about recent events. Before I could get to the college, though, Erikur walked up behind me on the street. "It's you, the rabblerouser. It's smells out here." "What brings you out of the palace to mingle with the common filth?" I asked. "We all have our flaws. Mine is that women can't get enough of me." About that time, Lisette came out the front door of the Skeever, "Greetings, thane. What do you need?" I raised an eyebrow, thinking she just saw me, then realizing she was talking to Erikur. "Just wanted to get a good look at you. And I like what I see." "I'm sorry?" Lisette asked. "It's okay. Where can we go for a little privacy?" Erikur said back. "I'm... not about to do that with you," Lisette folded her arms. "Don't toy with me! I may just have to seize my opportunity with both hands!" "You're a pig," Lisette said flatly, "It was an honor to have you as a patron, but I will not sleep with you. I'm not a common prostitute!" "Don't you dare walk away from me you slut!" Erikur shouted. I could see where the poison in the court was. I could feel my face beginning to twitch. I didn't particularly want to get another bounty today. As a shrill reminder, a guard walked right past us as I was figuring out just how to disembowel Erikur without anybody seeing. I calmed down as Erikur started to walk away. Lisette went to stand by ____, who I'd been talking to earlier as she stood against a post. As I approached, I said, "It seems we both have a problem with that blowhard. Got any dirt on him?" "No, I couldn't. Even if he is horrible." "C'mon, even for a fellow bard?" I winked. She smiled, "That's right! You are a bard. And a hero! He should be more respectful to me, but also to you!" "I'm not so great. Just good with the stabby thing," I smiled, "You're pretty cool yourself, Liz." "Oh stop it." "No really. And a good singing voice. I mostly play. I hate singing," I said, pulling out my Lute and starting to play. I continued to speak in a sing-song voice, "Seems like Erikur and you used to have an amicable relationship. But not... a-ny-more." "Yeah, well. Wealthy people support the Bard College. Some wealthy people ask the lady bards for 'favors." "So it's prostit-ution then?" "Puts it in perspective when you say it like that," she sighed, looking down. "Let me see if I can be a little," I strummed, "...persuasive." I jogged down the street and caught up with him. Instead of breaking his face, I decided I'd do something more clever. "What do you want?" He asked grumpily, still walking. "So about Lisette..." "That little tease! She get what's coming to her!" "You know she's a graduate, right? Free to roam? Not beholden to the bard college?" "What do you mean?" Erikur asked, "By the eight, where did you hear that?" "Nine," I corrected, "That's how this works. She's a journeyman. The deal is for one of our bards. She's not one of our bards." "No, I guess not," he sulked. "Maybe how you treat them is a reason to rethink this arrangement," I said. "That won't be necessary. I'll treat them with respect," he replied, "Though, it is time to find a replacement. For... performance purposes, I mean." "How about Illida?" I asked. "Too young and inexperienced." "Pantea? Though she's an instructor," I said. I can't believe I was being this man's pimp. "She has a beautiful singing voice. Please, see what you can do," he smirked. I blinked, turned, and walked away. Did this man actually think I was going to do shit for him? People born with money are crazy. One day they're stepping on your neck and the next they're asking you to do a favor like they deserve it. Gotta be crazy. I was half considering murdering him in his home later tonight. I decided I was through with Solitude for now. It was time to build my house! At this point, later afternoon, I traveled to Winterhold in about a day and a half (living off the land) and bought an improved Telekinesis spell tome. I ventured south to Riften, which took another day, slept, nursed the baby, said hi to my people and told them where the new plot of land would be. "Meet me there in a few days once things are in order here," I said, "Oh yeah!" I walked over to the orphanage, approaching Constance, "I'll take your finest orphan, please." She screwed up her face, then laughed at me, "Who would you like to adopt?" "My husband has his eye on Luna," I replied. I looked over to her, sitting on her bed. Then I walked over. "Hi," I said. "Hi! I know you!" She said. "You're making a mistake..." "What?" Runa said, puzzled. "Sorry, joke. Anyway, tell me about yourself." "Well, I've been here as long as I can remember," she started to whisper, "Aventus told me you were the one who... you know..." I raised both eyebrows, saying nothing. "Thank you. Grelod was so cruel," Runa said, "Not that the boys here are much better. They all pick on me. Make me do all the chores. Call me names." "You're the only girl, huh?" I sat down next to her. "Yeah," she replied. "I know what it's like being the only girl in a man's game sometimes," I said back, "How'd you like to be adopted?" Her face lit up with glee, "Really? You'd adopt me?" "Yeah. You're going to have to put up with my husband and housecarl for a few days without me, though," I stood, and took her hand. I nodded to Constance, who handed me the meager papers which I signed with her pen. "You're an adventurer, right?" She asked as we crossed the bridge in Riften town. "Yeah. I go out on my own a lot," I said, "Sometimes with friends. You'll probably meet the crew sooner or later." "Where you going this time?" She asked. "I just bought land in the northwest. Over by Solitude. I'm going to build a house out there," I replied, "That's going to be our new home." "Wow, all by yourself?" "I'll lay the foundation. When San... Sam and my new housecarl get there, they're going to do some of the work," I scratched my chin. I'd never built a house. But I had an armful of books on the subject. I figured if I got enough help, it wouldn't be too bad. "And..." I said, opening the door to Honeyside, "Hey, Inigo." "My friend, how have you been? Is it time for another adventure?" He asked, sitting at the table across from Sanguine. Runa blinked, "Is... is that man a daedra?" I stared at her, then at Sanguine for a few seconds. Finally I said, "He's the good kind." "What gives?" I whispered angrily, "No disguise?" He shrugged, "I have it on." "If it helps you," Inigo said, "I see a Breton." I shrugged it off, "To answer your question, Inigo, I need your help. Do you think you can round up the old crew? I need to build a house. I'm paying, of course. You know where the Windstad property is?" He nodded. "Iona?" "I am your sword AND your shield." "Right," I replied, "Could you look after Damien and Runa for a few days? I'll be back once the foundation is laid. Here's the plan: I'm going to learn how to make all the things I need to from Balimund. Inigo will go gather the crew. Sanguine will bring the kids to Windstad in about four days. Then we'll get started with the real build. Now, this is going to probably take a few months. And if anybody sees my Windstad housecarl, put him to work if I'm not around." "What am I gonna do?" Runa asked. "You get to watch us work, I guess. Do whatever kids do," I shrugged. Then I was off to talk to Balimund, talked to a lumber mill, some suppliers, and was off to the site. I showed up and there was already a stack of wood, a chest of ore, piles of hewn stone and a drafting table waiting for me. Perfect. I set up a large tent that would be my home for a little while. Then I heard the roar of a dragon. "Godsdammit," I sighed, taking out my crossbow, "I should probably do something about this dragon business."
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Hey there, it's me, Destana. Where was I in the story? I'd found out the name of the person trying to take down the Thieves' Guild. I fought once in the Arena, and was not going to do that in my present state. I played a few Inns as a Bard, was not an official member yet. I was a student at the College of Winterhold. I have attended one class. I have designs on becoming a Thane in Riften in the near future to get an actual house. Most importantly, I was pregnant with the child of Sanguine, Daedric Lord of Debauchery. Also, his adherent. Spreading debauchery, but trying to keep myself safe. Most pressing, though, I was kidnapped by some woman and three people were tied up in front of me. “You’re safe. Which is more than I can say about Grelod the Kind," the woman was sitting on top of a bookcase. “You know about that? I’m surprised you followed me all the way to Winterhold.” “Half of Skyrim knows. You killed the matron of an orphanage in cold blood. Nobody saw you. People are saying you’re a ghost. It was a good kill. But there is a slight… problem.” “Problem?” “That Aretino boy was looking for the Dark Brotherhood. Me and my associates. Grelod was a contract. Now, you must repay the kill.” “Who?” “Turn around. I’ve collected these guests from…places. Doesn’t matter from where. There’s a contract out on one of them. They can’t leave here alive. You figure out which one.” I went to the middle one first, a woman. “Get these damn things off me! If you’re going to kill me, go ahead!” I almost said, ‘Ok’ and just did it. Customer service with a smile. Reconsidering, I asked, “Why would someone want to kill you? Just tell me what I want to know.” “I’m a woman with six children with no husband. You’re damn right if you think I’ve made enemies.” I sighed, though I really wanted to kill her. Next! The khajit on the right. “Vasha, at your service. Killer of fools, defiler of daughters. If you don’t know my name, perhaps I will carve it on your corpse later.” “You guys really don’t want to live, do you?” I asked, then said, “Why would someone want to have you killed?” “I have many enemies. If they didn’t, I’d take it as a personal insult.” Still thinking, I moved to the nord man on the left. “I’m Fultheim, a nobody. Please, just let me go.” “Why would somebody pay to have you killed?” “Oh gods, I don’t want to die.” “Just answer the question.” “Well, I’m a sellsword and have been for many years. I’m sure somebody would want me dead after all that.” I sighed. The khajit had been shouting insults from the other side of the room since I started with the man, so he was definitely dead. Should I go for extra credit? The sellsword seemed legit, though, who is to say who actually deserves death? He might be a secret rapist racist. The only reason I wasn’t considering the foul woman in the middle was her six kids, but that might be a lie as well. I walked over to the khajit and slit his throat with a dagger. There. As I started to walk back the woman shouted at me to get the bonds off her again. I slapped her in the side of the head. “The Khajit and the mother. Interesting choice,” the assassin said. I raised an eyebrow, looking back at the woman. Was she unconscious? I didn’t hit her that hard. Well, whatever. “Who was the right answer?” I asked. “Irrelevant. You got a contract to kill and you killed. Simple as that. You’re free to go, but, why not take our relationship to the next level?” She detailed the location of a hidden door on the southern end of Skyrim and gave me a password, if I was interested in joining. The Dark Brotherhood. Her name: Astrid. I got out of there immediately. I let out a long breath. Had I really become that callous about murder? Maybe Mephala or Molag Bal was a better fit for me than Sanguine. Shaking it off, I looked at my map as I put some distance between me and that shack. Not far from Dawnstar, I walked there. I’d only gotten the chance to sleep for a few hours before they took me and it was just after dark now, so I played at then slept at the Inn. I figured I should probably tie up a lot of loose ends before Morndas, I woke up very early, bought yet another horse, and rode down to Windhelm again. I walked into the Palace of Kings to find the two men in their map room. Galmar turned, "Ulfric! You owe me a drink! She made it back alive. You're definitely Stormcloak material. Ready to take the oath?" "Oath?" I asked. "You swear fealty to Ulfric Stormcloak, future high king of Skyrim," Galmar replied. "Alright. I'll do it," I looked down at my still regular-looking belly. Maybe this would help create a better future for this land that I was quickly making my permanent home. He began, and I repeated, step-by-step, "I do swear my blood and honor to the service of Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm and true High King of Skyrim. As Talos is my witness, may this oath bind me to death and beyond even to my lord as to my fellow brothers and sisters in arms. All hail the Stormcloaks, the true sons and daughters of Skyrim!" I smiled. It felt good. "Oh and here, you ought to look the part," Galmar handed me a set of Stormcloak armor. I slid it into my pack, knowing I was just going to sell it later (not as good as what I have). "Oh, and I have a mission coming up you'd be good at. Somebody good in the field and resourceful, not like these milk-drinkers," Galmar chuckled. "Are you on about the crown again?" Ulfric said from across the table, "I don't need a crown to be high king." "But if you did have it, then it would legitimize your claim!" Galmar grinned. "A crown doesn't make a king," Ulfric responded. Galmar turned to me then, "I've found the final resting place of the Jagged Crown. Can you believe it?" I raised an eyebrow, like he expected me to know what that was. "Korvanjund. If old King Bargas is buried there, we're bound to run into trouble." No explanation needed. Dungeon crawling was one of my favorite and best skills. Ulfric could have his old dusty crown as long as I got a cut of the gold and gems. I walked out of the room thinking to myself, 'But, if I am truly ... protecting myself, should I not wear heavier armor? Or maybe... I could carry a shield. Heavy armor would just slow me down.' I walked over to the barracks and picked up a Windhelm Guard Shield (same symbol as the Stormcloaks). "Ah yes, there we go," I nodded. I figured it would take a few days for the Stormcloaks to get there - you know how armies are. It was only a short ride but they'd spend a great deal of time getting equipped. I decided to finish my errands. I went south to the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary. I would at least hear them out. I took a carriage to Falkreath (played the Inn there) and went into the woods. Eventually I searched out a black door with a skull on it. "What is the music of life?" The door said. Not the strangest thing I've seen, "Silence, my brother." Brother door. The brother of door. "Welcome home," the door replied. I walked in to find Astrid leaning against a post on the far side of the room. "I got past your spooky door, what now?" I asked. "Welcome, sister. Now you join the family. This is our sanctuary. Get comfortable," she said. I wasn't planning on resting just yet. "I'm going to arrange your first big job. Before that, though, talk to Nazir. He might have some smaller contracts to tide you over. Here, have some new armor. May it serve you well." Another new suit of armor. I took it, putting some of it in my bag but clumsily dropping some of it. I blinked. I picked up one of the boots and dropped it again. Expecting a thud, it made no noise whatsoever. My eyes glowed greedily as I stripped off my Thief Guild boots and threw them somewhere and put on the Dark Brotherhood boots. Even the improved boots I stole from Vex weren't as good as these babies. I slid on the gloves, hood and body armor as well. I would keep robes for when I needed to do more spellcasting, but I figured the best defense would be not to be seen or heard. I walked into the next room and the members of the guild were talking. Out of the crowd I picked up that Nazir was the Redguard. "So you're the newest member of our dwindling, dysfunctional family." "Hi," I said, not sure what to make of these people. Thievery I could understand, but killing was something I'd always needed to do, or did for a purpose. But killing for the sake of killing? Wait, do we get paid for this? "I give you three days before you're dead. Just like all the others," Nazir said. "Got work for me?" "Straight to the point. I like it. I have three," Nazir folded his arms, "I'll have more coming in from time to time to be completed at your leisure. They're not going anywhere." "People pay us for this, right?" "Oh yes. Sometimes exorbitant fees," Nazir handed me the dossiers, "Not these. These are cheaper ones. Gotta get your feet wet first." Well, alright then. As I turned to leave I noticed the guild members had already scattered to their own devices. I walked to a set of stairs to try and see if any one of them had any tips, or training advice, or whatever. But I found pause. There was a strange pounding in my head, like a chant that stopped me in my tracks. My vision began to blur. Something was streaming from a wall nearby and I felt inexorably drawn to it. I stepped forward, the chanting beating in my ears like thunderclaps. Runes. Ancient runes were written on this wall. One set in particular, I could feel energy, knowledge pouring into me. My skin covered in goosebumps and I felt a sudden exultation, like a heroic song playing in my heart. A tear came to my eye as the energy faded. Then there was silence. "Krii...?" I said to myself, like I had learned something, but I had no idea what it meant. If I had gained anything, I had no way to access this knowledge. I turned to Nazir, who'd been staring at me the whole time. "You...okay?" He asked, "You started acting weird." "I guess?" I asked, "Ever experienced something weird with this wall?" "No, not really. It's just a wall with some runes on it. Pretty standard for ancient nord ruins. This place was built inside of a small tomb," Nazir replied. I got up and walked out, not sure what had just happened. Astrid was standing in the entryway again. "Got the contacts. Be back in a few days," I said. "Good luck," she said back, "Hey, before you go, want to learn a new skill?" "Sure," I said sheepishly. "Let's go to the bed in the next room." "Ah, that kind of skill," I smirked. "Well, it is easy to get a woman distracted during sex. You can capitalize on this and take her out," Astrid replied. "I know how to do this already, but, practice makes perfect," I smiled. So, you know, we did the sex. When we were done she said, "If you want to practice on a man, you can go talk to Arnbjorn, my husband." I raised an eyebrow, "You'd be okay with that?" "Of course. I have sex with quite a few people during missions. It's just business," she said as she got her clothes back on. I walked down to what looked like a forge where Arnbjorn was working. A big meaty Nord man. "What do you want, beef roast?" He spat, not looking up from his work. I stood there. Very threatening. I smirked a little, finding myself interested. Wanting to ask the question I was about to even more. "You're a new recruit. I'm not going to bother learning your name now. If that's all, go away," he said, hammering. "Why're you so mad?" I spat. "Look. If you're trying to get to know me - don't. I don't like you, and I never will. It's nothing personal. But... My wife trusts you, and I trust her judgment. So you can't be all bad. Here's all you need to know: I'm a werewolf. I like killing things. I love Astrid. I hate annoying people. And the color blue gives me a headache." A werewolf? Strangely enough, that had me even more intrigued. I'd never seen one in the flesh before. "Astrid said you could teach me something," I said, like I didn't know what I was asking. Maybe the innocent act would entice him like a little lamb minding its own business. He grinned, showing his teeth more than anything, "Okay. Turn around." He was finally watching me as he talked. I did what he asked. He grabbed my hips and pulled down the brotherhood pants, touching my butt, "This what you had in mind?" "I figured you'd teach me how to kill a man while fucking him," I smiled sweetly. He blinked, "You do know what I am." "Yes." "Alright," he said, with a growl I felt something enter me. Luckily, nobody else was in the big common room. He was rough and we made some noise. When we were done, I left. It was time to ride my horse back to Riften. I rode as fast as I could, doing my best to make good time, and reached it in the middle of the night on Loredas. I slept in the guild bunkroom until Sundas morning. I fenced with Tonilia and Ra'skaar then I reported in. "Morning, lass," Brynjolf said, "News from Gulum-Ei?" "Karliah," I said between him and Mercer Frey and that seemed to do it. Also distracting them from the fact that I'd not given one whit of information about the sneaky argonian. "She said meet her where it all began," I continued. "Snow Veil Sanctum," he said, "This time, the two of us are going together." I peered at my map really quick, "Hmm... I guess it's on the way..." Between Windhelm and Winterhold. "Then it's settled, I'll meet you there," Mercer said. I popped topside for a few minutes to go to Mistveil Keep. "My Jarl, what does it take to be named a Thane of the Rift?" I asked. "Members of the community will need to vouch for you. At least five," Jarl Laila replied, "And if you take care of the Skooma ring around here, It wouldn't hurt your chances." "Okay, where should I investigate?" "Try the docks," Anuriel, the steward said from beside her. I asked myself if I had time for this. I hefted my pack full of packrat garbage that I'd been accumulating since I came to Skyrim. I looked through various poisons, potions and different types of skooma. I eyed Leaf Skooma, which increased the speed and stamina of the imbiber, but was highly addictive. I'm pregnant. Can't do that. So I put the bottle away. No matter, I would need to use the natural drug to drive me forward: adrenaline! I clenched my fists, ready to take on the challenge of: BECOMING THANE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE! Okay. Five people. Skooma drug ring. I AM SPEED! I sprinted to the marketplace. "Hey you! Yeah you!" I shouted, "You need help?" At no one in particular. "Bring me ten fire salts," Balimund said. I dumped the contents of my pack on the ground and fished out fire salts, counting up to ten, "Done. Vouch for me." "Thanks!" Balimund shouted back, using them to light his forge even hotter. "Who else needs help?" I shouted. Ingun Black-Briar spoke up, "I could use some alchemical ingredients." I threw an armful of alchemical garbage at her, "DONE! VOUCH FOR ME!" "Thanks?" Ingun replied, "Oh hey, some of this is what I needed." "Next!" Talen-Jei said, "I could use three flawless amethysts." "May as well just ask for gold. Here!" I chucked a sack of gems at him, "Vouch for me." "Well, I would take money," Snilf, the beggar said. I squinted at him. I wondered if a beggar would count for this purpose, "Screw it. Done!" I shouted as I threw a sack of 100 gold at him. "One more!" I shouted. A man said back to me, "Would you stop screaming? I could hear you clear from the stables. I have half a mind to knock you out." I raised an eyebrow. Would punching this guy set me back, waste time, or propel me forward. "100 gold says I can beat the pants off you!" I shouted back at him. "Deal!" He was the stablemaster, Hofgrir Horse-crusher. I crouched and by the time he'd put up his dukes, I was already laying into him. I clocked him on the back of the head seventeen times, sending him to the street. "To the docks!" I shouted as I sprinted away. "But... your money?" He shouted as I ran. "Greet ~" Wujeeta started. But I shouted over her, "Do you know anything about a Skooma ring?" "Uh... well, I'm addicted to Skooma. I'm going to lose my job ~" "Stop. Tell me exactly what I need to solve your problems," "A healing potion." "Done," I handed her my worst healing potion, "Where do you get your supply? Say it! Say it fast!" I got uncomfortably close to her. "Talos Bones!" She yelled, "Sarthis Idren. He has some sort of a setup over at the Riften Warehouse. You can't get inside though. They've kept that place locked up tight since the war began." I went back to the Jarl, "Found the Skooma. In the warehouse." "Here's the key! Deal with it!" She said, throwing a key at me. I caught it on my way out the door. I drew my crossbow and started firing into the crowd of unsuspecting men, "Do not underestimate the power of an expecting mother who's on a timetable!" When they got close, I pulled out sword and dagger and finished them off, "You won't poison my babies with your skooma!" They were all mowed down quickly, then I traveled back to Mistveil Keep. "Here's the information on the Skooma ring and I helped Snilf, Ingun, Balimund, Talen-Jei, Wujeeta and ... maybe Hofgrir?" Laila Law-Giver blinked, "You were gone like, ten minutes." "Thane? Thane now??" I asked. "Now you need to go get the Skooma den," the steward said. I sighed, "Cragslane Cavern... it's on the way to Snow Veil Sanctum. Which is on the way to the College of Winterhold." It was still morning. Could I do two dungeons with travel time in one day? Best not zone out for this travel and actually get on my horse and book it.
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View File A random thought came up, why not have a house within the Soul Cairn. This mod will add Pneuma Manor, currently the only player home within the Soul Cairn. Good friend Morven will sell you this home for a sizeable bounty of Soul Husks. There are three levels of this home, the main level, the cellar, and the upper level. Upon entering the upper level, you notice that you are not the only ones living in the house. Meet the Necronn family, consisting of a mother, a daughter, a son, and a dog. To find out why they are in the house and resemble most of the current Cairn residents, explore this upper level for any clues. The father, he left behind quite the legacy. Various books found near his desk will reveal the legacy he has left, and some for the worse. In the process of discovering the past, you will wake up the past. This past will eventually lead to new recipes, a new spell, a new enchantment, and several other followers or residents of Pneuma Manor. This house will serve you and your adventures in the Soul Cairn well, being the only calm place within the bleak landscape. What is Added: -Three story home in the Soul Cairn, purchased via Soul Husks -4 Mannequins, 2 Weapon Racks, 3 Weapon Display Plaques, 1 Weapon Display Case, 2 Bookshelves with 90 book capacity. -Alchemy table, Enchanter table, Forge, Tanning Rack, Workbench, Sharpening Wheel, Smelter -Storage in the cellar, Dresser, Safe, several Barrels near Mage Station. -Thane, Bard, Soul family (step-daughter, step-son, dog, wife?), Assassin follower -Soul Husk Extract recipe, Absorb health/soul trap spell, Absorb health/soul trap weapon enchantment, Absorb health/soul trap poison -5 Books, 5 journals for backstory -3 Quests for backstory and acquiring thane/bard/assassin, without direct quest markers. -Spells to transport to Pneuma Manor and to College of Winterhold Requires: DAWNGUARD Revision History: v1.2: -Added new quest to clear up lore conflicts -Added a new book and several supporting items for the new quest. -Corrected dog's voice. v1.1: -Added new book -Added two new spells, one for transport to Pneuma Manor, one for transport to College of Winterhold Known Quirks: -If you have dialogue issues, try saving-reloading in order to fix. This issue should not prop up, but might since there is (technically) custom dialogue included. -Ushugob does not have a voice for the Thane dialogue. Guess this is due to no Orcs as Thanes in Skyrim. Credits: -Tamriel Rebuilt – name generator -Artisanix – Paintings and Frames - http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/17423 Special thanks to Artisanix for making awesome paintings/frames resource. -Balok’s Tutorials – Creating Skyrim Oil Paintings - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k28k_6ChNks These were very helpful in teaching techniques for creating the paintings. Note: I am making a massive update for this mod, but it won't be released for some time. It will be including the other expansions, and I will be leaving this upload at version 1.2. The regular Skyrim version of the new update will be called Definitive Edition, and it will just be Pneuma Manor when I port it over to Special Edition. Submitter Arron Dominion Submitted 03/10/2018 Category Quest Requires Special Edition Compatible No
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