ssskn Posted August 29, 2022 Posted August 29, 2022 hello, [INFO:6701A8BC] ('Please, let me work while you use my body. I still have so much work to do.' in GRUP Topic Children of AABanditSlavesBMSexTopic "Sex" [DIAL:6701A8BB]) This is missing sexlab property. So miner, xx01a8a8, cant start sex. I'll try copy and pasting from another similar dialogue script in xedit, that should work. I checked sources they are same as others. Great mod btw. 1
crococat Posted August 29, 2022 Posted August 29, 2022 Had played with BakaFollowers mod, it has good feature to apply any actor template to mod npcs. Just as idea to insert this feature to this mod, may be beautiful. There are already two - Elisif and Player, maybe it is possible to make others manually edited by templates. Like this mod, but it is not famous by cosmetic edits, in same time all we have customisation mods and prefered followers mods which may be used to this mod npcs. Especially aftofollowing npcs such as BadBitch or MyFan or main caracters as TrueDragonborn. Dont count as critic. 1
gutterwren Posted August 30, 2022 Posted August 30, 2022 I tried to download the non-ZAZ version, but It doesn’t seem to be correctly packed for Mod Organizer 2. Is it still supported? Or am I doing something wrong?
Laezel Posted August 30, 2022 Posted August 30, 2022 (edited) On 4/30/2022 at 6:29 PM, throatdeep said: Made with zEdit, works for me so far I dunno why it blew up in size tho, zEdit probably unpacked all bsa archives Troubles of Heroine 2.4.1 (merged).7z 1.67 GB · 525 downloads i think the size is because of the voicepack? no? but can you do it again for the newest version? Thanks in advance for your work! EDIT: just checked you profile and noticed youve already done it, nevermind! Thanks again. Edited August 30, 2022 by AverageSkyrimEnjoyer 1
DSHV Posted August 30, 2022 Author Posted August 30, 2022 (edited) On 8/26/2022 at 8:41 PM, NotKinkyEnough said: can anyone tel me what armor Grammok the Bruiser is wearing Regular fur armor and orcish gauntlets. I just made a unique version of them. On 8/26/2022 at 10:01 PM, silvercloud said: I talked to both. Nothing pop up Setstage AAANightMistress 10. Stage 5 is just wait 1 hour for 10. On 8/28/2022 at 9:30 AM, nilead said: So, they are impossible to acquire and with that - to complete the quest. You can ask an innkeeper about the rumors until they issues the quest for this cell, it is very short. On 8/28/2022 at 6:48 PM, Vinceint said: Here's the deal: Yes, only for female or with item Troubles of Hero. The button on top of Forgotten Regret. You can get there only with tcl. On 8/28/2022 at 11:57 PM, newvegasfann said: The others i cant start. Is there a condition for them ? Talk to deputy warden and prisoners for all options. 7 hours ago, gutterwren said: I tried to download the non-ZAZ version, but It doesn’t seem to be correctly packed for Mod Organizer 2. This is a patch. You need to select a version and replace its file in the main mod, for example by repacking the archive. OK, maybe it's more creepy than sexy, but it's also good for a change. Does anyone have any ideas? For example, is there another book or another way to restore the character's mind? The Pursuit of a Shadow: Karthwasten Spoiler Clone of Ainethach on the road: Witch of madness! Excuse me, did I come by here recently? You've driven our community crazy! In bad way. Very bad way! What exactly happened? Everyone now thinks that they are not who they are. Deal with it or you'll be in chains branded as a criminal for witchcraft and daedraworship. And not only residents, but also travelers in the area. Why are you normal then? My will is too strong for your tricks. I'm a dragonborn and the Emperor of two continents - Uriel Septim V after all. Have you noticed the dragon army in Skyrim? It was I who flew them here from Akavir. Sorry. [Dragonborn] You are not a dragonborn. It's me Oh, your head don't seem to be in good condition either. I'm surrounded by crazy people. (Optional) Fus him So you can shout. Well, obliviously I can this too. Fus! Fus! FUS! Wait, why can't I get it? Something doesn't add up. I'm a Reachmen, how can I be Uriel Septim V? Thank you, you brought me back from a waking dream. This is your book? Definitely not mine. (+Report: Disaster at Ionith) Any ideas how I can restore those minds? They just fell and sleep very anxiously, constantly twitching. I can't wake them up. Next to one I found this bottle. I don't know how but you have to save them, we don't need the reputation of the cursed settlement and you don't need the reputation of the source of this curse. (+Journey Inward bottle, teleport a door to Collective Unconscious with doors to rooms) Mena: Hey, baby, wants a good time? Free for handsome ones. Enmon: Want a ride, moon sugar lips? Or I can lick you very good. [Illusion>50] You are a simple married miner. I'm a simple married miner. You are a married miner, not a bimbo slut You're lying! I'm a great conqueror of men's hearts and not only hearts! Let me prove you wrong. Let's organize threesome with your spouse Yes! Fuck yes! Let's fuck then Great! Be attentive and you might learn something. Sex! Nice. It's me who should be an active in bed. Silly, It's me who must lead this dance. Let's repeat it but right this time. Phew... I need to catch my breath. Now I need to recover. And you call yourself a slut? Exhausted after a couple of acts? I'm tired? And lost the bed battle to you. So I'm not a slut? Who am I then? A miner? Yes, seems right. I can! I still can do it. Come here, your slut! Tired? Admit the obvious But I'm so experienced. Thousands of women. No? No. It's all fantasy. I am a father and a husband. Is this book yours? I don't read that. (+The Real Barenziah III (Uncensored)) Who is a real bimbo here? You. I don't hear it.. You are the real bimbo slut, right?! We all got it. Lash gra-Dushnikh: Yo-ho, landlubber skeever! Give 'ere yer booty or ye be walk a plank. [Illusion>50] You are a simple orc miner I be a simple orc miner. [Show her your booty] Don't show a reward to a pirate unless ye be willin' to give it all away. All consequences be on ye. Are you a pirate? A pirate be in yer pants, an' I be the gentleman o' fortune kin' o' the Abecean, the storm o' the sea - Cap'n Velehk Sain! [Forgotten Names] I met him and he is a male Dremora, not a female orc like you What? You.. ye dare insult me? You are a woman. What do you think it is? [Grab and shake her crotch] Darin' lass. Wait! Somethin' be wrong. Of course something is wrong. Where have you seen such a male udder? [Grab and shake her boobs] No, it can't be! I be the king! Man! No.. I am a woman with calluses on my hands. It's from physical work, not form battles. Something came over me. Probably the sun baked my head. And the book is not mine (+Pirate King of the Abecean) Ragnar: Oink oink! Are you a pig? Oink! You are human! How I can explain it to you? Oink! Do you want a carrot? Squee! [Illusion>50] You are human No, I'm a pig. Wait. Yes, I'm a human. [Show him your asshole] Squee! Thank you! I thought I was a pig. But seeing your ass, my human desire prevailed. But women don't fuck with animals, that's how I understand I'm not an animal. Ha! What? Nothing And it seemed to me that you found something funny in my words. Glad to help And why did I go crazy for no reason at all? Because of this book? Am I that impressionable? (+The Pig Children) Belchimac (watching at the naked dancer): Hail, child. Hail. Are you enjoying life? Yes. I wouldn't create life if I didn't enjoy it. So are you a god? Yes, child. I create life, enjoy it and watch it die to repeat it all over again. Such is the fate of God. [Illusion>50] You are a mere mortal Your mage mind tricks don't work with me. I'm a God. [Illusion>90] I don't see gods here. Expect me, the god of illusions I'm a mere mortal? That's sad.. You create this dancer? Yes. Well, not quite. She is created by these scrolls that you dropped last time. But I use these scrolls! Do you know where I went? Can you tell me? What difference does it make where you went? On a divine scale, it is nothing - went north or south. You won't go beyond Mundus anyway. Don't you think that you not only look but also taste the fruits of your creation? Taste? I tried but the dancer doesn't react at all. Maybe you offer yourself? Yes, your Godness It's a great honor for you. Remember it forever. No I didn't want to anyway. Are you almighty? Yes, child. If you make a tomato salad, you can do whatever you want with it, nothing will stop you from eating it or sprinkle it with skooma. So you can create an unliftable stone? I can. But if you can't lift it, then you're not almighty ???????? Fuck off, bitch! What the hell are you talking? [He threw a book and scrolls at you] I need to go to work, create a silver ore from a hard labor. (+A Children's Anuad) Boy (Khajiit) at the Sanctuary: Come with me, lady. Come. Who are you? Just a boy. I and my duck friend are building a palace. Isn't it wonderful? You mean this creepiest structure made of human bones? As all grown-ups you don't understand. It's magnificest palace from alabaster and ivory. Yes, it's good. Can I help you with anything? Yes, we need more building material. Mister Skeletons have it but don't want to share. We must punish the greedy. Bring me their materials. Ten arms, five pelvises and five skulls will be enough. Then I'll call you a friend. That's what you wanted, creepy "kid" Excellent! Excellent! The duck also thanks you. And he won't kill you as a treat. We should not be greedy and should share. Here, take this rusty key and this boring book without pictures. This shit I'll see in my nightmares, and you're not a child What are you talking about? You are an adult Khajiit. And you know what to do [Undress] I.. I.. To Oblivion those childish play. And to Oblivion that duck! Come here, bitch! I hope you like spiky dicks! Thank you. Now I know that I'm dreaming. Well, what a shitty dream, not otherwise Vaermina kissed me before going to my sleeping bag. Here, take this rusty key and this book, they are not mine anyway. A Gift of Sanctuary A little boy, scion of a wealthy house, once went to the lake shore with his parents on holiday. While the elders sipped wine in a cabin with their snooty fellows, the boy was left to play in the sand and mud. He was terribly sad at being so scorned, and went searching for a friend. The boy did not have to search long. He found a wonderfully chatty duck in the reeds who told him stories of places the boy could only dream of. Though he was quickly enchanted by the tales, the boy became melancholy that he would never see such a place with his own eyes. The duck laughed and told him that this was not so! They would build one together! The boy and the duck waded out to a small island on the lake and together they built a tiny house of sticks and sand. This sufficed for an hour, until the duck suggested that a house was not a fitting place for the boy. He deserved a palace! The mortar of mud would not be enough, but one of the adults might help. The boy went back to the cabin and found a noble who had stepped outside to relieve himself, so inebriated he was. He was easily coaxed into following the boy back to the island, where the duck leapt and tore out his throat to use blood and flesh for the mortar and bones for the beams. The boy was delighted, but the palace had to be bigger! Back he went, again and again, to collect the drunken folk to show them the magnificent palace. Again and again the duck added their bits to the wondrous palace, whose spires and arches dried to become alabaster and gold. When the boy's parents came to collect him, he took them to see his magnificent palace out on the lake. They screamed and screamed and ran, leaving the boy alone with the duck. He was not sad! Together they made merry on the island until the mists closed in around it and spirited it away to a land of cheer and mirth for all time. Pelagius the Mad in the The Asylum: Kneel before your emperor! [Kneel] Now bark like a dog! Woof! Woof! Now like a cow! Mooo! Now like a member of the Argonian delegation! Errrr... What? I protest! This is racism! Shhhh... shhhh? Great! Very similar! Now serve me as your emperor deserve. I command you! Yes, Your Imperial Majesty Oh, sex! I legalized it. Praise me! No, Your Imperial Majesty This phrase should be outlawed. Right! It outlawed now! Sorry, I don't recognize you. What emperor are you? We are Pelagius the Mad. It's a shame not to know your ruler, but what else can you expect from someone like you? So are you mad? So you can't tell reality from fantasy? Yes, this is the definition of a mad from a not mad. My subjects are stupid! So you can't guarantee that you are Pelagius? It is reasonable. Errrrr... I'm crazy who thinks I'm crazy? Makes sense. So I'm normal? [The Mind of Madness] I met Pelagius the Mad and you are not him You met Pelagius? This is madness. He's dead. So how can I be him? I'm not dead. I'm not him! Ha-ha! I'm not a mad emperor, just a madman! A great weight off one's mind. Accept the emperor's gifts from me. No, wait, a simple gifts from a simple man. The Asylum Ball by Waughin Jarth My great great uncle was a warder at an asylum in Torval (maybe he was my great great great uncle — it was quite a long time ago), and this is the story that has been passed down in my family from his generation to mine. Perhaps it is purely apocryphal, but when I was told it, it was whispered in such a way that it was meant to be taken seriously. Not having any children of my own to whisper to, and being in need of some gold, I have elected to publish my story. The asylum my great great uncle worked in was apparently very posh. Only the right class of lunatics were admitted. Eccentric dukes, mad baronesses, touched lords, and daft ladies filled the asylums tapestried and gilded halls. Still, it was a time of great excitement when the rumor began that the unhinged Emperor of Tamriel, Pelagius III, was transferring there from a resort in Valenwood. When the rumor became a reality, the asylum went into nice, calm, restive chaos. Pelagius was given an entire wing of the asylum for his own use, for, though he was madder than a jackal, he was still His Terrible Majesty, the Emperor of Tamriel. The Emperor was remarkably well behaved, my great great uncle supposedly asserted. Of course, he did not have to face the commoners who came on all sorts of pretenses to gawk at their overlord, the loon. When one of the warders (not, I have been assured, my uncle) forgot himself and let His Terrible Majesty know that people had been there to see him, the Emperor grew very excited. He made up his mind right there and then to have a ball. A huge party with musicians, dancing, and dinner, right at the lunatic asylum. Or precisely, in his wing of the asylum. Rumors of the Emperor's interest in holding a ball spread throughout Torval and eventually it reached the ears of the Emperess Regent Katariah, Pelagius' dear wife, in the Imperial City. Eager to make her husband happy, she sent a caravan laden with gold to the asylum so a ball might be held befitting the Imperial dignity. The Emperor picked a date for the ball, and preparations began immediately. The old asylum walls were beautifully decorated, but needed cleaning. A pit had to be constructed to house the orchestra; servants for cooking and serving the food had to be hired; gold and ebony candelebras and matching chandeliers were ordered; the old rugs were destroyed, and new rugs embroidered with gems were weaved; lists of guests had to be compiled, reconsidered and recompiled. The Emperor knew that the guest list had to be very exclusive, and he relied on his advisors to tell him who was alive, who was dead, and who was imaginary. The party was set to begin at nine o'clock. At six, the hairdresser he had hired from Torval finished his Imperial coiffure. At seven, he was fully dressed in the robes he had ordered for the ball: voluminous black silk and piled velvet crusted with red diamonds. At eight, he walked down the newly reconstructed staircase to supervise the final preparations — the lighting of the candles, the opening of the wine, the murder of the first course. At nine o'clock, he took his seat at the facsimile throne he had ordered and awaited the first guests. At nine thirty, his advisor, seeing the royal eyes beginning to glaze over with madness, said, "Your Terrible Majesty surely knows that it is not fashionable to arrive at any ball for at least an hour after the desired time, yes?" The Emperor just stared. At ten thirty, the Emperor called for some food and wine, and sat at his throne, looking at the open door, eatting. Thirty minutes later, he ordered the orchestra to begin playing. For the next three hours, they played gaily for the empty, candlelit ballroom. At one o'clock, the Emperor announced his intention to retire for the evening. My uncle was one of the warders who assisted His Terrible Majesty up the staircase. Halfway to his room, Pelagius threw himself on the floor in a hysteria, screaming and laughing, ordering more wine (my mother was good at this part of the story, rolling her eyes and shreiking, "More wine! More wine! Wine!"), and, in short, imagining that he was possessed by all the revellers at his party that never was. Two days later, he was still not better. He had cut himself and those who tried to grapple him horribly with the red diamonds of his robe. Eventually it was decided that the Torval asylum was not equipped to deal with a lunatic of his severity, and he was sent to a more secure location in Black Marsh. It was only three months later, my uncle heard that the Emperor had died. One of my uncle's duties was to clear out the personal property of the inmates after their death. Being primarily landed nobility, the personal property was often quite extensive. Several years after the asylum ball, my uncle was called to clear out the apartment of a duchess whose chief eccentricity was a propensity to pilfer. Kleptomania, I believe it's called. Locked away in a secret door in her desk, protected by a trap armed with a barbed needle, was a variety of jewels, piles of gold, and a five large stacks of beautifully engraved invitations signed in the Emperor's childlike handwriting. Ius in the Rockcreek: Hail, child. Are your an emperor or a god perhaps? Yes, you're right, child. Who are you? I'm the god of animal, Ius. Tell me, do you respect animals? No Then get out of here before I eat you. [Kyne's Peace] Yes. And they respect me back. [Animal Allegiance] Yes. And they respect me too. Yes, I hear in your confident voice a whisper of Kyne. I believe you without any checks. Yes So prove it. Choose from these animals and respect them. Oh, I'll respect this chaurus well Can you lick his mandibles for me? Frostbite spider, I choose you! And you are not from easy scared ones. I wonder how it can happen with an ice wraith I wonder too. Of all the assortment, I prefer trolls You don't hear that every day. Always love mammoth things I hear mammoth respect in your voice. Have I proven my loyalty to animals? Oh, yes! Yes, and it was not necessary to fuck with them. You know? I think this is a dream. I'm the animal god that I can't remember anything about until today. Woman who fuck with animals to show her respect. I had a similar dream during a fever. It's all unreal and I'm not some Ius. And this key and the book. Where do I get them from? Ius, Animal God by Buljursoma The statues one sees throughout Valenwood and parts of Hammerfell and Elsweyr that seem to be of a misshapen humanoid carrying a rod are of Ius, the God of Animals. The rod He carries has its origin in the tale of The Ox and The Evil Farmer. It seems that one day an evil farmer decided to kill all of his animals and have a big party. As The story unfolds, animal after animal is killed and prepared for a big meal. Lastly the farmer comes to the ox and prepares to slit its throat. The ox, not wishing to be anybody's dinner, prayed very vocally to Ius. This came out as a loud Moo, of course. At that very instant Ius appeared carrying a rather large set of balance weights. Without explanation, Ius ate the farmer and vanished. Ever since that day Ius The Extremely Agitated, has always been protrayed as carrying a large set of scales with him. The local Ius worshippers have no idea why and do not seem to care. Although this story has been called fanciful at best, I personally know a racoon who had actually talked to The Ox. That is, before the Ox became filler for the local inn's larder. I do not have any information one way or the other about the validity of this second myth. It is, however, quite traditional. It seems that many, many years ago, before the reign of Uriel Septim VII, before the reign of Cephorus Septim II, yes, even before the age of Pelagius Septim III (long may his name be praised!), there lived a wombat who was the pet of Lady Greelina, daughter of the Lord Prufrock of Rockcreek. Lady Greelina loved her wombat so, and it loved her too with all the passionate intensity a marsupial can muster. Unfortunately, it was a time of great sorrow in Rockcreek. A pestilence had come through the town, destroying all their cash crops (which consisted of raspberries and a few scraggly odd weeds that caused Argonian women to look very attractive to those who partook); Then a plague had come, inflicting nearly every cobbler with chronic hiccoughs; finally a witch had cursed the townspeople so the only words any could utter were "Hmmm. Precisely." All the businesses, stores, and guilds fled from the town faster than an extremely fast thing. Lady Greelina saw her father despairing the loss the town was suffering, so she brought her wombat in and told him, "Father, my wombat can save us all, for it is sacred to the god Ius, God of Animals. The only reason I didn't tell you earlier is because I am an early adolescent going through that period when I don't like to communicate. But please, ask a wish of my wombat, and Ius will fulfill it, for my wombat loves me." The king thought this was fairly flakey, but he had nothing to lose so he uttered a modest wish to the wombat, "All I want is for one business to come to Rockcreek that will never leave no matter the calamity." I probably should have mentioned before that the king had always been cruel to the wombat (he used to lick it and try to make it stick to walls), so the wombat had Ius create an equipment store in front of the palace gate that would never go away. The royal family ended up going mad and eating one another (and ironically, the wombat was one of the first to go). But that is why there is to this day an equipment store blocking the palace gate in Rockcreek. If you don't believe me, go there and see. Hostile naked woman in a Dwarven helmet and with a fork and a knife in the Circus of Cheerful Slaughter: No company! (After defeat) Are you okay? Yes, something came over me. There didn't seem to be anything better than loneliness and I had to protect it at all costs. I think I ate too much cheese before sleep. Thanks for dragging me to my senses. Here, take everything I have: the written note and the slimy key. Wait, where the rest of all my things? 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Are you a wielder of Wabbajack? You carry this thing with pride, and didn't throw it in a dusty closet, did you? Did you? Oh come in stranger, become unstranger. Just close the door on this side - keep out the draft and the shrieks of damned souls. I hate these things on Thursdays. We meet quite often, Lord Sheogorath This is more your problem than mine. Although if I become infested with a mortal, it will be difficult to get her out. Well, I'll look stupid in an anti-mortal cone on my head, so my enemies have a more funny death. Win-win. What is your madness? Ha, good one, little mortal. My madness is reality. You see, I came here because of a great harvest. Such sacrifices for me have not been made for a long time. And I also caught something familiar. Someone familiar. More familiar than my face. This and the fact that the minds offered to me were mostly demented turned me blue. And when I turn blue, the people around me turn red. Such a cute little quirk of my demented mood. Hm... I lost the thread of the conversation before it even started. What do you want, meat pie ingredient? Please free these people Free them? But they are already more free than ever. From the tyranny of common sense, from the shackles of morality, from the oppression of own mind. I can free you too, little mortal. Free you for free. I've already restored their minds Oh stupid mortal. You only see what is in front of you. Or on the sides away from you. And what is behind you if you turn around. And you also can look up or down and obliquely sometimes, but never inward. You've peeled husks off their enlightened faces, but all that they are is Mine. I will return them to luxurious palaces, where two beautiful lesbians, Mania and Dementia, will be waiting for them to kiss to death. What can I offer for them? Correct question. Question of all questions. Everything should start with it. What. Can. You. Offer. For. Them. Ah? Lately I've found sex solves all problems Are you proposing to create a Demi-Prince? Hm. It can easily "outdo" old Molag. Conceived Monster of the Mind. A child of not-so-simple-mortal and not-so-simple Daedra Prince. Very well then. The minds of these people in exchange for your mind to breed finest child of unreason. (+Myths of Sheogorath and The Folium Discognitum) Wake up, woman. Why are you shaking? Are you okay? Wake up. What happened? You fell asleep right on the road. Ladies shouldn't do that. Did I save the settlement from madness? What madness? Of course, we have problems, but everything is like everything else. Nothing extraordinary. I've been through here before. Can you tell me where I went then? Yes, towards Morthal. You were talking about some miraculously dead out there. Edited August 30, 2022 by DSHV Text color differentiation 5
Vinceint Posted August 30, 2022 Posted August 30, 2022 11 hours ago, DSHV said: Regular fur armor and orcish gauntlets. I just made a unique version of them. Setstage AAANightMistress 10. Stage 5 is just wait 1 hour for 10. You can ask an innkeeper about the rumors until they issues the quest for this cell, it is very short. Yes, only for female or with item Troubles of Hero. The button on top of Forgotten Regret. You can get there only with tcl. Talk to deputy warden and prisoners for all options. This is a patch. You need to select a version and replace its file in the main mod, for example by repacking the archive. OK, maybe it's more creepy than sexy, but it's also good for a change. Does anyone have any ideas? For example, is there another book or another way to restore the character's mind? The Pursuit of a Shadow: Karthwasten Reveal hidden contents Clone of Ainethach on the road: Witch of madness! Excuse me, did I come by here recently? You've driven our community crazy! In bad way. Very bad way! What exactly happened? Everyone now thinks that they are not who they are. Deal with it or you'll be in chains branded as a criminal for witchcraft and daedraworship. And not only residents, but also travelers in the area. Why are you normal then? My will is too strong for your tricks. I'm a dragonborn and the Emperor of two continents - Uriel Septim V after all. Have you noticed the dragon army in Skyrim? It was I who flew them here from Akavir. Sorry. [Dragonborn] You are not a dragonborn. It's me Oh, your head don't seem to be in good condition either. I'm surrounded by crazy people. (Optional) Fus him So you can shout. Well, obliviously I can this too. Fus! Fus! FUS! Wait, why can't I get it? Something doesn't add up. I'm a Reachmen, how can I be Uriel Septim V? Thank you, you brought me back from a waking dream. This is your book? Definitely not mine. (+Report: Disaster at Ionith) Any ideas how I can restore those minds? They just fell and sleep very anxiously, constantly twitching. I can't wake them up. Next to one I found this bottle. I don't know how but you have to save them, we don't need the reputation of the cursed settlement and you don't need the reputation of the source of this curse. (+Journey Inward bottle, teleport a door to Collective Unconscious with doors to rooms) Mena: Hey, baby, wants a good time? Free for handsome ones. Enmon: Want a ride, moon sugar lips? Or I can lick you very good. [Illusion>50] You are a simple married miner. I'm a simple married miner. You are a married miner, not a bimbo slut You're lying! I'm a great conqueror of men's hearts and not only hearts! Let me prove you wrong. Let's organize threesome with your spouse Yes! Fuck yes! Let's fuck then Great! Be attentive and you might learn something. Sex! Nice. It's me who should be an active in bed. Silly, It's me who must lead this dance. Let's repeat it but right this time. Phew... I need to catch my breath. Now I need to recover. And you call yourself a slut? Exhausted after a couple of acts? I'm tired? And lost the bed battle to you. So I'm not a slut? Who am I then? A miner? Yes, seems right. I can! I still can do it. Come here, your slut! Tired? Admit the obvious But I'm so experienced. Thousands of women. No? No. It's all fantasy. I am a father and a husband. Is this book yours? I don't read that. (+The Real Barenziah III (Uncensored)) Who is a real bimbo here? You. I don't hear it.. You are the real bimbo slut, right?! We all got it. Lash gra-Dushnikh: Yo-ho, landlubber skeever! Give 'ere yer booty or ye be walk a plank. [Illusion>50] You are a simple orc miner I be a simple orc miner. [Show her your booty] Don't show a reward to a pirate unless ye be willin' to give it all away. All consequences be on ye. Are you a pirate? A pirate be in yer pants, an' I be the gentleman o' fortune kin' o' the Abecean, the storm o' the sea - Cap'n Velehk Sain! [Forgotten Names] I met him and he is a male Dremora, not a female orc like you What? You.. ye dare insult me? You are a woman. What do you think it is? [Grab and shake her crotch] Darin' lass. Wait! Somethin' be wrong. Of course something is wrong. Where have you seen such a male udder? [Grab and shake her boobs] No, it can't be! I be the king! Man! No.. I am a woman with calluses on my hands. It's from physical work, not form battles. Something came over me. Probably the sun baked my head. And the book is not mine (+Pirate King of the Abecean) Ragnar: Oink oink! Are you a pig? Oink! You are human! How I can explain it to you? Oink! Do you want a carrot? Squee! [Illusion>50] You are human No, I'm a pig. Wait. Yes, I'm a human. [Show him your asshole] Squee! Thank you! I thought I was a pig. But seeing your ass, my human desire prevailed. But women don't fuck with animals, that's how I understand I'm not an animal. Ha! What? Nothing And it seemed to me that you found something funny in my words. Glad to help And why did I go crazy for no reason at all? Because of this book? Am I that impressionable? (+The Pig Children) Belchimac (watching at the naked dancer): Hail, child. Hail. Are you enjoying life? Yes. I wouldn't create life if I didn't enjoy it. So are you a god? Yes, child. I create life, enjoy it and watch it die to repeat it all over again. Such is the fate of God. [Illusion>50] You are a mere mortal Your mage mind tricks don't work with me. I'm a God. [Illusion>90] I don't see gods here. Expect me, the god of illusions I'm a mere mortal? That's sad.. You create this dancer? Yes. Well, not quite. She is created by these scrolls that you dropped last time. But I use these scrolls! Do you know where I went? Can you tell me? What difference does it make where you went? On a divine scale, it is nothing - went north or south. You won't go beyond Mundus anyway. Don't you think that you not only look but also taste the fruits of your creation? Taste? I tried but the dancer doesn't react at all. Maybe you offer yourself? Yes, your Godness It's a great honor for you. Remember it forever. No I didn't want to anyway. Are you almighty? Yes, child. If you make a tomato salad, you can do whatever you want with it, nothing will stop you from eating it or sprinkle it with skooma. So you can create an unliftable stone? I can. But if you can't lift it, then you're not almighty ???????? Fuck off, bitch! What the hell are you talking? [He threw a book and scrolls at you] I need to go to work, create a silver ore from a hard labor. (+A Children's Anuad) Boy (Khajiit) at the Sanctuary: Come with me, lady. Come. Who are you? Just a boy. I and my duck friend are building a palace. Isn't it wonderful? You mean this creepiest structure made of human bones? As all grown-ups you don't understand. It's magnificest palace from alabaster and ivory. Yes, it's good. Can I help you with anything? Yes, we need more building material. Mister Skeletons have it but don't want to share. We must punish the greedy. Bring me their materials. Ten arms, five pelvises and five skulls will be enough. Then I'll call you a friend. That's what you wanted, creepy "kid" Excellent! Excellent! The duck also thanks you. And he won't kill you as a treat. We should not be greedy and should share. Here, take this rusty key and this boring book without pictures. This shit I'll see in my nightmares, and you're not a child What are you talking about? You are an adult Khajiit. And you know what to do [Undress] I.. I.. To Oblivion those childish play. And to Oblivion that duck! Come here, bitch! I hope you like spiky dicks! Thank you. Now I know that I'm dreaming. Well, what a shitty dream, not otherwise Vaermina kissed me before going to my sleeping bag. Here, take this rusty key and this book, they are not mine anyway. A Gift of Sanctuary A little boy, scion of a wealthy house, once went to the lake shore with his parents on holiday. While the elders sipped wine in a cabin with their snooty fellows, the boy was left to play in the sand and mud. He was terribly sad at being so scorned, and went searching for a friend. The boy did not have to search long. He found a wonderfully chatty duck in the reeds who told him stories of places the boy could only dream of. Though he was quickly enchanted by the tales, the boy became melancholy that he would never see such a place with his own eyes. The duck laughed and told him that this was not so! They would build one together! The boy and the duck waded out to a small island on the lake and together they built a tiny house of sticks and sand. This sufficed for an hour, until the duck suggested that a house was not a fitting place for the boy. He deserved a palace! The mortar of mud would not be enough, but one of the adults might help. The boy went back to the cabin and found a noble who had stepped outside to relieve himself, so inebriated he was. He was easily coaxed into following the boy back to the island, where the duck leapt and tore out his throat to use blood and flesh for the mortar and bones for the beams. The boy was delighted, but the palace had to be bigger! Back he went, again and again, to collect the drunken folk to show them the magnificent palace. Again and again the duck added their bits to the wondrous palace, whose spires and arches dried to become alabaster and gold. When the boy's parents came to collect him, he took them to see his magnificent palace out on the lake. They screamed and screamed and ran, leaving the boy alone with the duck. He was not sad! Together they made merry on the island until the mists closed in around it and spirited it away to a land of cheer and mirth for all time. Pelagius the Mad in the The Asylum: Kneel before your emperor! [Kneel] Now bark like a dog! Woof! Woof! Now like a cow! Mooo! Now like a member of the Argonian delegation! Errrr... What? I protest! This is racism! Shhhh... shhhh? Great! Very similar! Now serve me as your emperor deserve. I command you! Yes, Your Imperial Majesty Oh, sex! I legalized it. Praise me! No, Your Imperial Majesty This phrase should be outlawed. Right! It outlawed now! Sorry, I don't recognize you. What emperor are you? We are Pelagius the Mad. It's a shame not to know your ruler, but what else can you expect from someone like you? So are you mad? So you can't tell reality from fantasy? Yes, this is the definition of a mad from a not mad. My subjects are stupid! So you can't guarantee that you are Pelagius? It is reasonable. Errrrr... I'm crazy who thinks I'm crazy? Makes sense. So I'm normal? [The Mind of Madness] I met Pelagius the Mad and you are not him You met Pelagius? This is madness. He's dead. So how can I be him? I'm not dead. I'm not him! Ha-ha! I'm not a mad emperor, just a madman! A great weight off one's mind. Accept the emperor's gifts from me. No, wait, a simple gifts from a simple man. The Asylum Ball by Waughin Jarth My great great uncle was a warder at an asylum in Torval (maybe he was my great great great uncle — it was quite a long time ago), and this is the story that has been passed down in my family from his generation to mine. Perhaps it is purely apocryphal, but when I was told it, it was whispered in such a way that it was meant to be taken seriously. Not having any children of my own to whisper to, and being in need of some gold, I have elected to publish my story. The asylum my great great uncle worked in was apparently very posh. Only the right class of lunatics were admitted. Eccentric dukes, mad baronesses, touched lords, and daft ladies filled the asylums tapestried and gilded halls. Still, it was a time of great excitement when the rumor began that the unhinged Emperor of Tamriel, Pelagius III, was transferring there from a resort in Valenwood. When the rumor became a reality, the asylum went into nice, calm, restive chaos. Pelagius was given an entire wing of the asylum for his own use, for, though he was madder than a jackal, he was still His Terrible Majesty, the Emperor of Tamriel. The Emperor was remarkably well behaved, my great great uncle supposedly asserted. Of course, he did not have to face the commoners who came on all sorts of pretenses to gawk at their overlord, the loon. When one of the warders (not, I have been assured, my uncle) forgot himself and let His Terrible Majesty know that people had been there to see him, the Emperor grew very excited. He made up his mind right there and then to have a ball. A huge party with musicians, dancing, and dinner, right at the lunatic asylum. Or precisely, in his wing of the asylum. Rumors of the Emperor's interest in holding a ball spread throughout Torval and eventually it reached the ears of the Emperess Regent Katariah, Pelagius' dear wife, in the Imperial City. Eager to make her husband happy, she sent a caravan laden with gold to the asylum so a ball might be held befitting the Imperial dignity. The Emperor picked a date for the ball, and preparations began immediately. The old asylum walls were beautifully decorated, but needed cleaning. A pit had to be constructed to house the orchestra; servants for cooking and serving the food had to be hired; gold and ebony candelebras and matching chandeliers were ordered; the old rugs were destroyed, and new rugs embroidered with gems were weaved; lists of guests had to be compiled, reconsidered and recompiled. The Emperor knew that the guest list had to be very exclusive, and he relied on his advisors to tell him who was alive, who was dead, and who was imaginary. The party was set to begin at nine o'clock. At six, the hairdresser he had hired from Torval finished his Imperial coiffure. At seven, he was fully dressed in the robes he had ordered for the ball: voluminous black silk and piled velvet crusted with red diamonds. At eight, he walked down the newly reconstructed staircase to supervise the final preparations — the lighting of the candles, the opening of the wine, the murder of the first course. At nine o'clock, he took his seat at the facsimile throne he had ordered and awaited the first guests. At nine thirty, his advisor, seeing the royal eyes beginning to glaze over with madness, said, "Your Terrible Majesty surely knows that it is not fashionable to arrive at any ball for at least an hour after the desired time, yes?" The Emperor just stared. At ten thirty, the Emperor called for some food and wine, and sat at his throne, looking at the open door, eatting. Thirty minutes later, he ordered the orchestra to begin playing. For the next three hours, they played gaily for the empty, candlelit ballroom. At one o'clock, the Emperor announced his intention to retire for the evening. My uncle was one of the warders who assisted His Terrible Majesty up the staircase. Halfway to his room, Pelagius threw himself on the floor in a hysteria, screaming and laughing, ordering more wine (my mother was good at this part of the story, rolling her eyes and shreiking, "More wine! More wine! Wine!"), and, in short, imagining that he was possessed by all the revellers at his party that never was. Two days later, he was still not better. He had cut himself and those who tried to grapple him horribly with the red diamonds of his robe. Eventually it was decided that the Torval asylum was not equipped to deal with a lunatic of his severity, and he was sent to a more secure location in Black Marsh. It was only three months later, my uncle heard that the Emperor had died. One of my uncle's duties was to clear out the personal property of the inmates after their death. Being primarily landed nobility, the personal property was often quite extensive. Several years after the asylum ball, my uncle was called to clear out the apartment of a duchess whose chief eccentricity was a propensity to pilfer. Kleptomania, I believe it's called. Locked away in a secret door in her desk, protected by a trap armed with a barbed needle, was a variety of jewels, piles of gold, and a five large stacks of beautifully engraved invitations signed in the Emperor's childlike handwriting. Ius in the Rockcreek: Hail, child. Are your an emperor or a god perhaps? Yes, you're right, child. Who are you? I'm the god of animal, Ius. Tell me, do you respect animals? No Then get out of here before I eat you. [Kyne's Peace] Yes. And they respect me back. [Animal Allegiance] Yes. And they respect me too. Yes, I hear in your confident voice a whisper of Kyne. I believe you without any checks. Yes So prove it. Choose from these animals and respect them. Oh, I'll respect this chaurus well Can you lick his mandibles for me? Frostbite spider, I choose you! And you are not from easy scared ones. I wonder how it can happen with an ice wraith I wonder too. Of all the assortment, I prefer trolls You don't hear that every day. Always love mammoth things I hear mammoth respect in your voice. Have I proven my loyalty to animals? Oh, yes! Yes, and it was not necessary to fuck with them. You know? I think this is a dream. I'm the animal god that I can't remember anything about until today. Woman who fuck with animals to show her respect. I had a similar dream during a fever. It's all unreal and I'm not some Ius. And this key and the book. Where do I get them from? Ius, Animal God by Buljursoma The statues one sees throughout Valenwood and parts of Hammerfell and Elsweyr that seem to be of a misshapen humanoid carrying a rod are of Ius, the God of Animals. The rod He carries has its origin in the tale of The Ox and The Evil Farmer. It seems that one day an evil farmer decided to kill all of his animals and have a big party. As The story unfolds, animal after animal is killed and prepared for a big meal. Lastly the farmer comes to the ox and prepares to slit its throat. The ox, not wishing to be anybody's dinner, prayed very vocally to Ius. This came out as a loud Moo, of course. At that very instant Ius appeared carrying a rather large set of balance weights. Without explanation, Ius ate the farmer and vanished. Ever since that day Ius The Extremely Agitated, has always been protrayed as carrying a large set of scales with him. The local Ius worshippers have no idea why and do not seem to care. Although this story has been called fanciful at best, I personally know a racoon who had actually talked to The Ox. That is, before the Ox became filler for the local inn's larder. I do not have any information one way or the other about the validity of this second myth. It is, however, quite traditional. It seems that many, many years ago, before the reign of Uriel Septim VII, before the reign of Cephorus Septim II, yes, even before the age of Pelagius Septim III (long may his name be praised!), there lived a wombat who was the pet of Lady Greelina, daughter of the Lord Prufrock of Rockcreek. Lady Greelina loved her wombat so, and it loved her too with all the passionate intensity a marsupial can muster. Unfortunately, it was a time of great sorrow in Rockcreek. A pestilence had come through the town, destroying all their cash crops (which consisted of raspberries and a few scraggly odd weeds that caused Argonian women to look very attractive to those who partook); Then a plague had come, inflicting nearly every cobbler with chronic hiccoughs; finally a witch had cursed the townspeople so the only words any could utter were "Hmmm. Precisely." All the businesses, stores, and guilds fled from the town faster than an extremely fast thing. Lady Greelina saw her father despairing the loss the town was suffering, so she brought her wombat in and told him, "Father, my wombat can save us all, for it is sacred to the god Ius, God of Animals. The only reason I didn't tell you earlier is because I am an early adolescent going through that period when I don't like to communicate. But please, ask a wish of my wombat, and Ius will fulfill it, for my wombat loves me." The king thought this was fairly flakey, but he had nothing to lose so he uttered a modest wish to the wombat, "All I want is for one business to come to Rockcreek that will never leave no matter the calamity." I probably should have mentioned before that the king had always been cruel to the wombat (he used to lick it and try to make it stick to walls), so the wombat had Ius create an equipment store in front of the palace gate that would never go away. The royal family ended up going mad and eating one another (and ironically, the wombat was one of the first to go). But that is why there is to this day an equipment store blocking the palace gate in Rockcreek. If you don't believe me, go there and see. Hostile naked woman in a Dwarven helmet and with a fork and a knife in the Circus of Cheerful Slaughter: No company! (After defeat) Are you okay? Yes, something came over me. There didn't seem to be anything better than loneliness and I had to protect it at all costs. I think I ate too much cheese before sleep. Thanks for dragging me to my senses. Here, take everything I have: the written note and the slimy key. Wait, where the rest of all my things? 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Are you a wielder of Wabbajack? You carry this thing with pride, and didn't throw it in a dusty closet, did you? Did you? Oh come in stranger, become unstranger. Just close the door on this side - keep out the draft and the shrieks of damned souls. I hate these things on Thursdays. We meet quite often, Lord Sheogorath This is more your problem than mine. Although if I become infested with a mortal, it will be difficult to get her out. Well, I'll look stupid in an anti-mortal cone on my head, so my enemies have a more funny death. Win-win. What is your madness? Ha, good one, little mortal. My madness is reality. You see, I came here because of a great harvest. Such sacrifices for me have not been made for a long time. And I also caught something familiar. Someone familiar. More familiar than my face. This and the fact that the minds offered to me were mostly demented turned me blue. And when I turn blue, the people around me turn red. Such a cute little quirk of my demented mood. Hm... I lost the thread of the conversation before it even started. What do you want, meat pie ingredient? Please free these people Free them? But they are already more free than ever. From the tyranny of common sense, from the shackles of morality, from the oppression of own mind. I can free you too, little mortal. Free you for free. I've already restored their minds Oh stupid mortal. You only see what is in front of you. Or on the sides away from you. And what is behind you if you turn around. And you also can look up or down and obliquely sometimes, but never inward. You've peeled husks off their enlightened faces, but all that they are is Mine. I will return them to luxurious palaces, where two beautiful lesbians, Mania and Dementia, will be waiting for them to kiss to death. What can I offer for them? Correct question. Question of all questions. Everything should start with it. What. Can. You. Offer. For. Them. Ah? Lately I've found sex solves all problems Are you proposing to create a Demi-Prince? Hm. It can easily "outdo" old Molag. Conceived Monster of the Mind. A child of not-so-simple-mortal and not-so-simple Daedra Prince. Very well then. The minds of these people in exchange for your mind to breed finest child of unreason. (+Myths of Sheogorath and The Folium Discognitum) Wake up, woman. Why are you shaking? Are you okay? Wake up. What happened? You fell asleep right on the road. Ladies shouldn't do that. Did I save the settlement from madness? What madness? Of course, we have problems, but everything is like everything else. Nothing extraordinary. I've been through here before. Can you tell me where I went then? Yes, towards Morthal. You were talking about some miraculously dead out there. Ok, got it So, the idea for u: make some changes to quest to play it by male character to create guild of humiliation not as slave but as dominant leader
Kiasiri Posted August 30, 2022 Posted August 30, 2022 I have fought th troll multiple times but it is counting how many times do i have to punch a troll to death?
DSHV Posted September 1, 2022 Author Posted September 1, 2022 On 8/31/2022 at 1:18 AM, Vinceint said: So, the idea for u: make some changes to quest to play it by male character to create guild of humiliation not as slave but as dominant leader I think it's easier to make new quests for this from scratch. On 8/31/2022 at 2:32 AM, Kiasiri said: I have fought th troll multiple times but it is counting how many times do i have to punch a troll to death? You mean by the quest Trees and Fruits? You don't need to hit him. You need to talk to Catherine's mother until you teleport back. For Morthal I decided to write a quest with a reference to ESO (Greymoor chapter). The Pursuit of a Shadow: Morthal Spoiler Random person: Excuse me, did I come by here recently? You! After you've been here, the dead have risen from their graves and harass the town! Either you undoing the damage or you're being accused of necromancy! How and where do they attack? They come from the swamps and attack women. So far, no one has been killed, but no one says what happened to them. In short, fix it, or you will be punished! Woman: Help! There's a living dead! Nooooo! [Cover her up] Thank you! Too late... [Watch the attack] It's not to late, damn you! Thank you, my heroine! Thanks for nothing, scum! Where did he come from? From there. [She pointed to the east] Deal with them or I'll have a nasty fetish. Woman: Aaaaaaaa! I will save you! [Cover her up] Phew! I did everything I could [Watch the attack] You did nothing! Where did he come from? From there. [She pointed to the east] Woman: Oh no. Now I will be defiled by these insatiable undeads. How bad. Not on my watch! [Cover her up] Arrrgh. [Watch the attack] Now they conquer my defenseless flesh. And nothing can be done. Where did he come from? Of course, I did not follow them, but I accidentally saw that they come from Kjenstag Ruins. There are also feels supernatural cold, so take a warm clothes. Maxten Favrete: Freiwen? Where are you, my love? I shouldn't be here. Are you resurrecting the dead? Yes. I must find Freiwen. It's easier to find her in a group. Who are you? Can't you see? Cryomancer and necromancer. Maxten Favrete is the name. Have you see Freiwen, sweetest girl on the Nirn? Who is Freiwen? Jarl's daughter. Adorable and innocent. The last time I see her, she wore green dress. I'm afraid I harmed her. But it was by accident, honestly! As far as I know about the jarl, she does not have a daughter with that name So Reddharn no more jarl? How much time has passed? Is Interregnum over? Which banner control Imperial City? Mede's Drake banner Mede? Drake? No idea what are they. Black of the Thalmor So Aldmeri Dominion won. I don't know. And don't care about politics So everything is the same as always. [Intelligence] Interregnum? It was long ago in the second era. Now the fourth Did I miss two eras? Who and why woke me up now? Doesn't matter. All I want is to see Freiwen! I'm Freiwen! You? You have changed so much, my love! Let's lay down right here! Yeah, sure My love! No! Don't you love me anymore? It's because I'm dead and icy?! I'll show you that I could be worse! Minions! Punish this brat! The reason for the attack of the deads is the risen necromancer This is terrible! I knew that the reason was damned magic! All because of Falion. Jarl: If you stop this necromancer, I will reward you. Go to Falion, he should know what to do. Falion: I didn't doubt it. Is he at Kjenstag Ruins? Very high necropotency point. Can you kill the undead? No, weapons and magic have no effect on her Bad. Take those amulets of Arkay. Try to put the undead to rest in the name of Arkay. Is this the whole rite? Any unconsecrated body can be possessed by any spirit or daedra. The simpler the ritual, the more people can perform it, even a peasant. In the name of Arkay, return to where you belong, ghost! I belong where my Freiwen is. [Your amulet is shattered] In the name of Arkay, begone! The enemy has no power here. [Your next amulet is shattered] In the name.. Freiwen will never love you back while you're a such wicked necromage Not! It was by accident! By accident! I'll fix everything! I can raise the dead back! Nothing is irreversible! Find peace and maybe she will forgive you in the afterlife ??? Soul gem fragments are scattered here. I think it's because of the ritual that awakened me. Collect them. Here are the fragments Now I'm trying to untie... Jarl: I dealt with the source of the dead Excellent. I thought it wasn't your fault. Superstitious people like to blame everyone for the paranormal phenomena. Take your well-deserved reward. And when I left before the attacks began, where did I go? Don't you know yourself? Weird. But okay. You obviously went to the Dragon Bridge. 3
SuperNovaX Posted September 3, 2022 Posted September 3, 2022 (edited) Used tcl and looked around for almost an hour, where exactly the button located in Forgotten Regret? On the top? Near the roof? from outside or inside the building? Maybe I'm just blind, may I ask someone kindly gives a screenshot please? Stucking at Whore-Teacher recruiting quest. Set stage not working for me, the quest not showing up when I use sqt as well. Dunno what's going on.. Edited September 3, 2022 by SuperNovaX
DSHV Posted September 5, 2022 Author Posted September 5, 2022 On 9/4/2022 at 1:54 AM, SuperNovaX said: Used tcl and looked around for almost an hour, where exactly the button located in Forgotten Regret? Outside, on the top of the building. Should finish Whore-teacher quest and teleport her in the guild. The final. Not as grand as I would like. Still open to suggestions and ideas on this. And I can always add quests after meeting the doppelganger. The Pursuit of a Shadow: Thalmor Embassy Spoiler Zan'ishka at Dragon Bridge: How long do I have to wait? Faster! Faster! Where are we going? No time for jokes now. Are you ready or not? I have my teleportation ring ready. Wait just a little Believe me, it's better not to keep these mer waiting. Ready Hold my hand tightly! Thalmor Wizard: You finally showed up your A: scaly B: half-breed D: dark H: renegade I: loser K: furry N: drunk O: pig R: rebellious W: primal face! Summoning Daedra is much faster and they are much more useful. And why am I here? Is your brain so small that you don't remember what you yourself suggested? We're gonna have a party to celebrate divorce of Skyrim and the so-called Empire, if you can even call it that. You will entertain us, as a representative whore of this frozen land. Take your clothes, you will serve food and drinks to warm up before the action. Right here? A modest whore? Don't joke, you won't get paid extra for this. After that, will you tell me where I went after our agreement? I see you are not very smart here, in Skyrim. But of course, your elven master will not only point you in the direction, but also give you a goodbye kick in the ass. Can I refuse? Can you? No. Too lazy to lie and joke, either you do whatever we want, or you suffer and do what we want. Or suffer very much and beg to do what we want. Understood "Understood, sir." Or better "Undertood, elven master". What would you like to eat, sir? I want Elsweyr Fondue, servant girl. Grilled Chicken Breast [He grabs your breast] and a wine. Vegetable Soup, wench. Boiled Creme Treat and Ale. [He slaps your ass at parting] You have a familiar face. Let me taste it. Towel (naked Khajiit): I need Elsweyr Fondue I need Grilled Chicken Breast and a wine I need Vegetable Soup I need Boiled Creme Treat and Ale Here we are! Who are you? Towel. They wipe their hands on me after eating. And after you I will wash the floor with myself, will lick and rub with my fur. So please take in yourself as much fluids as you can. Sticky and stale cum in the hair is terrible. And I'm not allowed to use the bathroom here. Please consume sperm, saliva and the rest a lot. Your order, sir Dismissed. Go to next. What, Skyrim whore? Too hard work for you, huh? It is best not to overeat before vigorous physical activity. [He winked at you] This is the taste of a liar. You hide something. I'll watch you. What's next? Next cultural event is striptease. Undress! Ugh.. Fine. [Take off your gloves] Make it sexy or you'll have to get dressed again and repeat the process until it will be arousing. Yes, sir! [Take off your gloves] Be sexy, move your slutty hips. [Take off your hat] Make Skyrim proud of her daughter! [Take off your boots] Come on! Come on show your shameless body already! [Show your shameless body] Now dance! Dance, monkey! [Dance] Great to meet Skyrim culture before dragging it down to civilizedness. Don't fill your whore head with complex words. Now personally thank all those present for the extermination of heretics in Skyrim. Let me thank you for your hard work Kiss my dick then. [Kneel down and kiss his dick] Mwah! Thank you Don't worry, we'll destroy even a memory of that ridiculous man-god. [He spit on your face] Your ass. Thank me good, whore, like you used to. Do you have cold cunt and mouth like this land? Yeah, fuck you, bitch. Like fuck Tiber with Skyrim. What's next? Orgy. And one. Two. Three. That's all. You have become too dirty for our cocks. Although... What's a party without spectacle? Let me summon someone else. More sex with magic anomalies, wisps and a wispmother. It was a great show of Skyrim tradition. Your reward and you can go. Can you tell where I supposed to go after this? You.. Oh Quvira! We have already used you, so we can throw, I mean, give you to her. Quvira: Would you like to use me? I always get leftovers. You see, they don't want to use whores after me. But let's go to a more private place. [Suddenly the floor under your feet parted and you fell through. At the bottom, the stone held you tight, sinking lower and lower until it was spit out into a room] As you can see I'm a geomancer, a stone mage. [Stone hands sprouted from the ground and grabbed your legs] Please, ma'am! Spare me! "Oh, help me, have mercy on me!" Bah! This song is so hackneyed that it causes nothing but yawns. Oh geomancy? How many opportunities for bed games does this open up? Yes, imagine I can create a golem with a bunch of arms and choose the shape and length of a cock myself. Or cocks. Oh, glad to meet someone who appreciates my abilities. For that, I won't be too hard on you. Too hard. Now that you are fixed, I can do whatever I want with you. Ma'am? Now my favorite part. [The stone palm flew swiftly into your pussy and clenched into a fist] A stone fisting! [In a few hours you felt a huge range of emotions - from previously unexperienced orgasm to agony. With the help of the stone hands, she makes you do anything - caress her, beat, humiliate yourself and serve her] Ugh..Mistress.. Great session. You are very tough for a whore. I even thought that you liked my fist-strapon. What can I do for you? Can you tell where I supposed to go after this? Solitude. Yes exactly. If I had known what you were like that, then of course I would not have let you leave the first time. I will find you if you are on the ground, of course. [She lifted your head by the hair and kissed you goodbye] Shadower perk - While chasing your doppelganger, you experienced adventures and found solutions to problems. Mostly of a sexual perverse nature. +60 Stamina. Doppelganger at solitude's The Winking Skeever: Let's talk about how you messed up there Dear memories. The contract in Riften? It was my first quill test. ... Na-h, will finish this overview of all quests after implementation. Are there animations for magic anomalies, wisps and a wispmother? Or are you thinking of more suitable сreatures? 4
ssskn Posted September 5, 2022 Posted September 5, 2022 Another bug to report: That cellar in the all female orc village needs to have its cell doors connected. Otherwise that orc tells you to meet her at midnight and she will never show. Connecting two cells is easy as clicking finalize after selecting the door in CK's navmesh. Possibly other cells need this as well. I haven't gone through all the quests. For other people, easiest way to tell if they are connected is to see if your followers show up in the adjacent cell.
DSHV Posted September 7, 2022 Author Posted September 7, 2022 On 9/5/2022 at 10:35 PM, ssskn said: Otherwise that orc tells you to meet her at midnight and she will never show. When I tested, she appears. I finalize my navmeshes, at least I try to remember about it. She might be stuck somewhere. What does she do instead? Just stand still or lost?
DSHV Posted September 9, 2022 Author Posted September 9, 2022 (edited) My plans for 2.6: Small encounters. For example, I think about Troll Orc queen, make Lustful slavegirl at the Swindler's Den a follower, Arivanya thinks that horses are dull creatures, Add a troll to Markarth Fighitng Pits; Unbidden roommate in one of you homes; More Tapashees disciple quest: Just connect to other quests like New Home for Homeless, Ysolda's Goods, Apologize to Argonians; More Catherine's Whoring quests? Where else can we go? Even can go to the past or future; Farm Life: The heroine is enslaved to be a farm slave; Moral Character: Fighting Wrath (Read below); No word from an agent, The troubles of Jordis, Job for Shihira and Ra'raya; War Whore Invitation? Finish The Pursuit of a Shadow: Riverwood, Whiterun, Rorikstead, Old Hroldan, Karthwasten, Morthal, Thalmor Embassy; What do you think? Still open to any ideas. @xesfer Moral Character: Fighting Wrath Spoiler Lydia: Now my beloved thane is time to deal with wrath. It's an insidious sin: just a moment is enough to overwhelm you. Many promising thanes lost themselves 'cause of anger. Blinded by anger, they lost their composure and made bad decisions that proved fatal for them and their companions. To be a perfect thane you need to learn how to control yourself and keep calm at all times. Pff. This is easy. I've been a role model for calm as long as I've known you Do you really think so, my thane? So it's not a problem if I say you are gaining weight and by now you're almost a fat cow with a bummed ass? Hey, I know what you're doing. You want to make me angry. I will not give into provocations! Very well, then we have nothing more to argue and this is good because your breath stinks. You should really moderate your cum intake. How dare you? Stop that now I just told the truth and you immediately lost control. And I haven't even mentioned that you smell like a latrine. You need to wash yourself every now and again.. This is unfair. That's because of you. You always make me do those despicable things with vagrants and stray animals... Do you really think that? It seems to me that you acted for your free choice. Maybe deep down yourself, you yearn to be just a kinky little bitch... I must stay calm, I must stay calm. I won't play your games What games? The face the whole thanedom of the hold at the stake! [Smack her!] (Lydia remembers this) I'm not offended, just filled with even more determination to curb your vicious temper, angry thane. You're right. Please help me to be a better thane Certainly my thane. This is what I do every day. Be assured that I will always watch over you. PC And Lydia are walking inside a city when suddenly Lydia removes her thane's clothes. Are you crazy? Why did you do that? It is to test your calm, my thane. Did you forget that a good thane needs to always be unperturbable? Give me my clothes back now! I won't do that. You're making fun of me [Smiling] No way my thane. I always only want the best for you. But there are people here. They'll think I'm just a cheap whore! A good thane knows his inner essence very well and he does not allow himself to be influenced by people's prejudices. (Mumbling) So my inner self desires to be ashamed? (Loud) You're right. Please help me to be a better thane Certainly my thane. This is what I do every day. Be assured that I will always watch over you. [Punch her and take your clothes back] (Lydia remembers this) Bad, bad thane! [Strip her too] This was unexpected! But I won't give your clothes back! Besides, I have nothing to be embarrassed by my healthy strong body. Please mistre... miss Lydia. Give me my clothes back. I'm ashamed to death You are not ready for this yet. Here they are, but I will insist on improving you on this aspect. I know mistress. I'll do as you wish I'm not your mistress, even if I like as it sounds from your mouth. So let's parade you around the town... I mean, let's continue our business. By the way, do you still keep your collar? I think you're ready to learn a new lesson about how to control anger. Are you ready my thane? This is another one of your tricks to embarrass me. You can forget it (Lydia remembers this) Maybe you are not ready for this yet, but I will insist on improving you. I'm ready. Please help me to be a better one mistre... Miss Lydia Certainly my thane. This is what I do every day. Be assured that I will always watch over you. You need to meet one kind person. Bubba: Is it you - the bitch, whom I should provoke? Other bulky bitch with a silky voice said if I can piss you off you will pay me 5000. Who will agree to this? You already agreed through your housecarl. Well, let's try.. Shut the fuck up your big mouth, bitch! [He slapped your face withouth holding back] Cunt should be silent when the male speaks. [Kick his balls] (ragdoll) (A) - this option is in every further dialog. AAAAAAArgh! I won! Though I don't feel like a winner. [Shut up as a woman should] [He slapped your cheek, the face spun the other way from the force of the blow] You fucking bitch! Like to experience the real strength of a man? You're a weakling and a crybaby like any woman. [He slapped your other cheek, you thought he wanted to rip your head off] [Wait humbly, looking at him through tears] [He grabbed your head and started ruthlessly shaking it from side to side] Fucking whore! Scum! Piece of shit! Speak. Man addressed to you and only then you have the right to speak, meatholes. Ugh.. Yes, sir. I, Ugh.. as a woman, happy to..Ah.. Any male attention Then you're cum from this.. [He furiously began rubbing your face into his crotch] Th..th..thank.. you.. Ugh... Sir! Do you want me to do the same but with my ass, disgusting slut? No [Still holding your head at groin level, he kicked you in the stomach] This is your women's lesson. "No" to a man equals pain, living cesspool. Yes. Please, sir! But I never cleaned my ass. As if I knew about this moment. Still want to wipe my arse with your face? I wants to do it even more, sir Then beg me about it, walking toilet. Please, sir! Use me as your asswiper! Louder, lowest insect! PLEASE, SIR! USE ME AS YOUR ASSWIPER! Pretty please Because you're..? DIRTY PERVERTED SLUT, WHO LOVES DIRTY ASSES! [He lowered his pants and wiped his crotch, asshole and place between with your gratitude face very well] As a thank you, you can lick my shoes, trash. [Kneel and lick his dirty shoes] [He kicked the ground causing dust in your face. Suppressing a cough and with watery eyes, you began to lick the man's boots. They were very dirty, but you found every speck of dust with your tongue and swallowed it] What a miserable pathetic creature you are. No objections? No.. [Lick] Sir. You're [Lick] absolutly right. [Lick, lick] I'm - nothing [Lick] [He started spitting and throwing dirt on your head] Your parents must have been proud of you. Right, foul worm? No..[Lick] Sir. But [Lick, lick, lick] I [Lick] don't care. [Lick] Then I can do this, shitty dauther? Yes [Lick] Sir. [Lick] They would be [Lick, lick, lick] proud for the useful dauther [Lick] So your parents know you're such a schmuck? Or they raised you as cattle themselves? So this will make you nostalgic. [He pees on your head] Suck out this puddle, you is the right place for wastes, scumbag. [Suck out his piss from the ground] [Slurp] Thank you for the meal, sir Сome here, embodiment of shame! [He lifted you up with a jerk and ripped off all your clothes] [Spread your legs wide and put your hands behind your head] Oh, sir.. Fucking whore! [He began to squeeze and beat your tits. They all over the place] [Patiently tolerate his mayhem] [He heatedly began to beat you with his fists, sometimes twisting you for breaking] [Patiently tolerate his mayhem] You're weak, ugly, smelly, stupid, weak, useless slop bucket! [With a face twisted with rage, he tortured your body without restraint] Get angry already! I need this money, shitbag! Cumdumpster! Bimbo-toilet! Cocksleeve! Punchdoll! [Finally after the rampage he began to rest, breathing heavily] Great hits, sir. You are so strong and bold. My cunt already swollen and flowing Oh shut up! I even used a special Redguard technique - Adrenaline Rush. What a stumpy cunt you are! You yourself seem to need to subdue your wrath, sir That bitch tricked me! There is some catch with you. A normal person won't tolerate this. Should've tested the same on this stupid cunt Lydia. You can mix me with shit, but don't you dare open your rotten mouth on my dear housecarl, you prick! [Kick his balls] (ragdoll) (B) AAAAAAArgh! I won! Though I don't feel like a winner. Is that all? I won? I don't need to pay you? Not yet. You are obedient slut. Agree that you lost and pay me anyway. What! It's not fair! Yes, very unfair. You have every right to be angry. Right, stupid cocksucker? Oh, since I lost anyway, I guess I'll do this. [Kick his balls] (ragdoll) (A) AAAAAAArgh! I won! Though I don't feel like a winner. Yes you are right. I admit my defeat (C) It's because I'm a man and you're a woman. You have a penis - this is already a guarantee of victory. I'm not only stronger, but smarter than you, slit. Lydia: (B) [She's blushing for some reason] Naughty thane. It is I who must defend your honor, not the other way around. I'm just your obedient servant. He insulted you. Should I have swallowed it like nothing happened? But you've swallowed much worse just before. I didn't know this side of you. Thane. [Her eyes were covered with a dreamy veil] Ha. Ha. Ha. "My obedient servant". Do you believe in this yourself? You are my mistress and tormentor. Well, since you say so, you must follow your order, thane. Mistress and tormentor, you said? [Her eyes were covered with a dreamy veil] Yes, mistress. Whatever you say Silly thane. You have a good sense of humor. [Her eyes were covered with a dreamy veil] But still.. (A) You are a very angry woman. Something urgently needs to be done about this, or other innocent people can become your victim. (C) You know how to admit defeat, that's good, my thane. And you didn't even take it out on an innocent. Innocent? Did you see what he did to me? What did he say? He did it at my request to make you better. I'm sure he would never say those rude words or raise his hand to a woman in real life. Stop making plans behind my back that involve my conditions and my fortune! This is not just my whim, but a duty to make you a worthy thane! To the whole Whiterun hold. This is also your duty. I wish you would strive to fulfill it as well as you like to complain. Now you have to pay him Yes, I'm being a harsh on him. I need to apologize. Obviously, not only will you pay him double what you are due, but you have seriously injured his manhood. You have to restore it. He should have been taken to Temple of Kynareth already. Skank? I want to apologize. And I will pay you 10000 instead of 5000 You are still a bitch. It is impossible for a woman to understand the pain and humiliation that you brought to me. You'll have to to redeem yourself. But you show humility, so I can reduce your debt due to actions curing my balls and self-esteem. I want to pay my whole debt (10000 gold) No. You are obviously rich bitch and so that you will not show the depth of repentance. Deserve to repay your debt to me. Through sweat and tears. I want to pay my debt, sir (100 gold) (-100 debt) Fuck you! I want to pay my debt, sir (500 gold) (-500 debt) Money won't unhurt my dignity and balls, cunt. Thank you for letting me pay you, sir [He spit on your face] [He spit on your face, but missed and hit the chest] [He spit on your face, but missed and hit the belly] [He spit on your face, but missed and hit Danica Pure-Spring] [Kiss his balls] (-100 debt) [You showered his balls with kisses, whispering with aspiration apologies] [You gave his balls a long wet kiss] [You lower his pants. His cock is already welcoming you. You dove face under it and started massaging his manhood with your tongue] [Put a healing potion into your mouth and suck his cock and balls] (-200 debt) I wish that all priestess received your dick treatment experience. Please beat me, feel like a man again (-50 debt) [You hung over him, freeing your boobs from clothes. He started beating them with the face of a playing kitten] [You hung your boobs before his face. At first he beat and squeezed them, but then he put them in his mouth and began to suck] [You bare your belly and he gave a lot of fist kisses to your navel. Looks like he imagine his nemesis in its place] Apologetic sex? (-500 debt) Fine. Ride me, but do it respectfully with a grateful face, slut. Lydia, please kick me in the crotch (-100 debt) Don't worry, thane, I won't hold back, won't diminish your atonement for Bubba [She kicked you between your legs. This is very painful] [Kick his balls] For my account (+100 debt) Fucking bitch! Have I redeemed myself enough? Damn, I didn't count, but about yes. And you're pretty curious slut. It'll be fun to keep you around. Let's fuck Just recently you beat my instrument. Now it's conquering your cavities. I apologized to Bubba's balls I hope this lesson has been of help to you, my thane. What did you learn from that? I have to change my housecarl. Now! Good joke. There is no such procedure. I'm just a dirty whore Great display of humility, my thane. You gotta respect a man's balls You have to respect other parts of the body. In general, one should treat all people with respect. If you show anger, you will have to worship a man's balls for a long time I didn't think of such a moral, but if it works for you, thane... I will always watch over you, my thane. Come on, I need to think of new ways to make you better. Edited September 9, 2022 by DSHV Text color differentiation 12
pipaxing Posted September 9, 2022 Posted September 9, 2022 On 9/5/2022 at 9:42 PM, DSHV said: Outside, on the top of the building. Should finish Whore-teacher quest and teleport her in the guild. The final. Not as grand as I would like. Still open to suggestions and ideas on this. And I can always add quests after meeting the doppelganger. The Pursuit of a Shadow: Thalmor Embassy Reveal hidden contents Zan'ishka at Dragon Bridge: How long do I have to wait? Faster! Faster! Where are we going? No time for jokes now. Are you ready or not? I have my teleportation ring ready. Wait just a little Believe me, it's better not to keep these mer waiting. Ready Hold my hand tightly! Thalmor Wizard: You finally showed up your A: scaly B: half-breed ? dark H: renegade I: loser K: furry N: drunk O: pig R: rebellious W: primal face! Summoning Daedra is much faster and they are much more useful. And why am I here? Is your brain so small that you don't remember what you yourself suggested? We're gonna have a party to celebrate divorce of Skyrim and the so-called Empire, if you can even call it that. You will entertain us, as a representative whore of this frozen land. Take your clothes, you will serve food and drinks to warm up before the action. Right here? A modest whore? Don't joke, you won't get paid extra for this. After that, will you tell me where I went after our agreement? I see you are not very smart here, in Skyrim. But of course, your elven master will not only point you in the direction, but also give you a goodbye kick in the ass. Can I refuse? Can you? No. Too lazy to lie and joke, either you do whatever we want, or you suffer and do what we want. Or suffer very much and beg to do what we want. Understood "Understood, sir." Or better "Undertood, elven master". What would you like to eat, sir? I want Elsweyr Fondue, servant girl. Grilled Chicken Breast [He grabs your breast] and a wine. Vegetable Soup, wench. Boiled Creme Treat and Ale. [He slaps your ass at parting] You have a familiar face. Let me taste it. Towel (naked Khajiit): I need Elsweyr Fondue I need Grilled Chicken Breast and a wine I need Vegetable Soup I need Boiled Creme Treat and Ale Here we are! Who are you? Towel. They wipe their hands on me after eating. And after you I will wash the floor with myself, will lick and rub with my fur. So please take in yourself as much fluids as you can. Sticky and stale cum in the hair is terrible. And I'm not allowed to use the bathroom here. Please consume sperm, saliva and the rest a lot. Your order, sir Dismissed. Go to next. What, Skyrim whore? Too hard work for you, huh? It is best not to overeat before vigorous physical activity. [He winked at you] This is the taste of a liar. You hide something. I'll watch you. What's next? Next cultural event is striptease. Undress! Ugh.. Fine. [Take off your gloves] Make it sexy or you'll have to get dressed again and repeat the process until it will be arousing. Yes, sir! [Take off your gloves] Be sexy, move your slutty hips. [Take off your hat] Make Skyrim proud of her daughter! [Take off your boots] Come on! Come on show your shameless body already! [Show your shameless body] Now dance! Dance, monkey! [Dance] Great to meet Skyrim culture before dragging it down to civilizedness. Don't fill your whore head with complex words. Now personally thank all those present for the extermination of heretics in Skyrim. Let me thank you for your hard work Kiss my dick then. [Kneel down and kiss his dick] Mwah! Thank you Don't worry, we'll destroy even a memory of that ridiculous man-god. [He spit on your face] Your ass. Thank me good, whore, like you used to. Do you have cold cunt and mouth like this land? Yeah, fuck you, bitch. Like fuck Tiber with Skyrim. What's next? Orgy. And one. Two. Three. That's all. You have become too dirty for our cocks. Although... What's a party without spectacle? Let me summon someone else. More sex with magic anomalies, wisps and a wispmother. It was a great show of Skyrim tradition. Your reward and you can go. Can you tell where I supposed to go after this? You.. Oh Quvira! We have already used you, so we can throw, I mean, give you to her. Quvira: Would you like to use me? I always get leftovers. You see, they don't want to use whores after me. But let's go to a more private place. [Suddenly the floor under your feet parted and you fell through. At the bottom, the stone held you tight, sinking lower and lower until it was spit out into a room] As you can see I'm a geomancer, a stone mage. [Stone hands sprouted from the ground and grabbed your legs] Please, ma'am! Spare me! "Oh, help me, have mercy on me!" Bah! This song is so hackneyed that it causes nothing but yawns. Oh geomancy? How many opportunities for bed games does this open up? Yes, imagine I can create a golem with a bunch of arms and choose the shape and length of a cock myself. Or cocks. Oh, glad to meet someone who appreciates my abilities. For that, I won't be too hard on you. Too hard. Now that you are fixed, I can do whatever I want with you. Ma'am? Now my favorite part. [The stone palm flew swiftly into your pussy and clenched into a fist] A stone fisting! [In a few hours you felt a huge range of emotions - from previously unexperienced orgasm to agony. With the help of the stone hands, she makes you do anything - caress her, beat, humiliate yourself and serve her] Ugh..Mistress.. Great session. You are very tough for a whore. I even thought that you liked my fist-strapon. What can I do for you? Can you tell where I supposed to go after this? Solitude. Yes exactly. If I had known what you were like that, then of course I would not have let you leave the first time. I will find you if you are on the ground, of course. [She lifted your head by the hair and kissed you goodbye] Shadower perk - While chasing your doppelganger, you experienced adventures and found solutions to problems. Mostly of a sexual perverse nature. +60 Stamina. Doppelganger at solitude's The Winking Skeever: Let's talk about how you messed up there Dear memories. The contract in Riften? It was my first quill test. ... Na-h, will finish this overview of all quests after implementation. Are there animations for magic anomalies, wisps and a wispmother? Or are you thinking of more suitable сreatures? I think when PC meets dop at the end of the quest in Solitude, there might be 4 different attitudes towords what dop has done: Angry, Don't mind, Love it, and Afraid. If PC is angry, dop will laugh at PC and tease on PC, then PC will show strength and force dop to be submissve, then it leads to Dom end. If PC don't mind what dop has done, then this leads to Slut end. If PC loves it or being afraid, then this leads to Sub end. I think the dialogues might be different if PC chooses different attitudes on it, how do you think of it?
pipaxing Posted September 9, 2022 Posted September 9, 2022 On 9/5/2022 at 9:42 PM, DSHV said: Outside, on the top of the building. Should finish Whore-teacher quest and teleport her in the guild. The final. Not as grand as I would like. Still open to suggestions and ideas on this. And I can always add quests after meeting the doppelganger. The Pursuit of a Shadow: Thalmor Embassy Reveal hidden contents Zan'ishka at Dragon Bridge: How long do I have to wait? Faster! Faster! Where are we going? No time for jokes now. Are you ready or not? I have my teleportation ring ready. Wait just a little Believe me, it's better not to keep these mer waiting. Ready Hold my hand tightly! Thalmor Wizard: You finally showed up your A: scaly B: half-breed ? dark H: renegade I: loser K: furry N: drunk O: pig R: rebellious W: primal face! Summoning Daedra is much faster and they are much more useful. And why am I here? Is your brain so small that you don't remember what you yourself suggested? We're gonna have a party to celebrate divorce of Skyrim and the so-called Empire, if you can even call it that. You will entertain us, as a representative whore of this frozen land. Take your clothes, you will serve food and drinks to warm up before the action. Right here? A modest whore? Don't joke, you won't get paid extra for this. After that, will you tell me where I went after our agreement? I see you are not very smart here, in Skyrim. But of course, your elven master will not only point you in the direction, but also give you a goodbye kick in the ass. Can I refuse? Can you? No. Too lazy to lie and joke, either you do whatever we want, or you suffer and do what we want. Or suffer very much and beg to do what we want. Understood "Understood, sir." Or better "Undertood, elven master". What would you like to eat, sir? I want Elsweyr Fondue, servant girl. Grilled Chicken Breast [He grabs your breast] and a wine. Vegetable Soup, wench. Boiled Creme Treat and Ale. [He slaps your ass at parting] You have a familiar face. Let me taste it. Towel (naked Khajiit): I need Elsweyr Fondue I need Grilled Chicken Breast and a wine I need Vegetable Soup I need Boiled Creme Treat and Ale Here we are! Who are you? Towel. They wipe their hands on me after eating. And after you I will wash the floor with myself, will lick and rub with my fur. So please take in yourself as much fluids as you can. Sticky and stale cum in the hair is terrible. And I'm not allowed to use the bathroom here. Please consume sperm, saliva and the rest a lot. Your order, sir Dismissed. Go to next. What, Skyrim whore? Too hard work for you, huh? It is best not to overeat before vigorous physical activity. [He winked at you] This is the taste of a liar. You hide something. I'll watch you. What's next? Next cultural event is striptease. Undress! Ugh.. Fine. [Take off your gloves] Make it sexy or you'll have to get dressed again and repeat the process until it will be arousing. Yes, sir! [Take off your gloves] Be sexy, move your slutty hips. [Take off your hat] Make Skyrim proud of her daughter! [Take off your boots] Come on! Come on show your shameless body already! [Show your shameless body] Now dance! Dance, monkey! [Dance] Great to meet Skyrim culture before dragging it down to civilizedness. Don't fill your whore head with complex words. Now personally thank all those present for the extermination of heretics in Skyrim. Let me thank you for your hard work Kiss my dick then. [Kneel down and kiss his dick] Mwah! Thank you Don't worry, we'll destroy even a memory of that ridiculous man-god. [He spit on your face] Your ass. Thank me good, whore, like you used to. Do you have cold cunt and mouth like this land? Yeah, fuck you, bitch. Like fuck Tiber with Skyrim. What's next? Orgy. And one. Two. Three. That's all. You have become too dirty for our cocks. Although... What's a party without spectacle? Let me summon someone else. More sex with magic anomalies, wisps and a wispmother. It was a great show of Skyrim tradition. Your reward and you can go. Can you tell where I supposed to go after this? You.. Oh Quvira! We have already used you, so we can throw, I mean, give you to her. Quvira: Would you like to use me? I always get leftovers. You see, they don't want to use whores after me. But let's go to a more private place. [Suddenly the floor under your feet parted and you fell through. At the bottom, the stone held you tight, sinking lower and lower until it was spit out into a room] As you can see I'm a geomancer, a stone mage. [Stone hands sprouted from the ground and grabbed your legs] Please, ma'am! Spare me! "Oh, help me, have mercy on me!" Bah! This song is so hackneyed that it causes nothing but yawns. Oh geomancy? How many opportunities for bed games does this open up? Yes, imagine I can create a golem with a bunch of arms and choose the shape and length of a cock myself. Or cocks. Oh, glad to meet someone who appreciates my abilities. For that, I won't be too hard on you. Too hard. Now that you are fixed, I can do whatever I want with you. Ma'am? Now my favorite part. [The stone palm flew swiftly into your pussy and clenched into a fist] A stone fisting! [In a few hours you felt a huge range of emotions - from previously unexperienced orgasm to agony. With the help of the stone hands, she makes you do anything - caress her, beat, humiliate yourself and serve her] Ugh..Mistress.. Great session. You are very tough for a whore. I even thought that you liked my fist-strapon. What can I do for you? Can you tell where I supposed to go after this? Solitude. Yes exactly. If I had known what you were like that, then of course I would not have let you leave the first time. I will find you if you are on the ground, of course. [She lifted your head by the hair and kissed you goodbye] Shadower perk - While chasing your doppelganger, you experienced adventures and found solutions to problems. Mostly of a sexual perverse nature. +60 Stamina. Doppelganger at solitude's The Winking Skeever: Let's talk about how you messed up there Dear memories. The contract in Riften? It was my first quill test. ... Na-h, will finish this overview of all quests after implementation. Are there animations for magic anomalies, wisps and a wispmother? Or are you thinking of more suitable сreatures? What about some quests line after meeting doppelganger? I can provide some suggestions for Sub end, 1. Identity Theft. Dop asks PC to hide appearance. Dop asks PC to take off all clothing and give them to her, which could make her look like a Dragonborn more. Dop asks PC to take off all clothing but wear a sack, and tell at least 20 NPCs that she is a pathetic little slave of Dop and Dop is real Dragonborn. Then NPCs will hate PC and worship Dop as Dragonborn, just like the quest " The Real and False Dragonborn". Dop goes to PC's house, has a sex with PC's spouse and asks PC to watch it. Dop asks PC's children to call her "Mom" and asks PC's children to bully PC as a pathetic little slave. [Optional] Dop use mind-control magic or shout on PC, which makes PC forget her name and identity, believes she is just a slave of great Dragonborn, then Dop will punish PC for her crime trying to "impersonate her". 2. Bully Dop write a letter and ask PC to deliver it to PC's friends while wearing a sack. The letter tells PC's friends that PC is a low slave and needs to be punished, and PC will be bullied by her best frineds for her "crime". Dop will have sex with somebody that PC dislikes most, and write it into books, ask PC to spread them. Dop asks PC's followers( like Lydia, Judis or Serana) to rape and bully PC. How do you think of them? 3
Karkhel Posted September 9, 2022 Posted September 9, 2022 Excited for the next version, I do really like these additions. As for ideas for the future, this one probably doesn't fit, I noticed you don't really add stuff that requires other mods, so I understand if this couldn't really make it in any way, but maybe as an optional integration? Just some way of hooking fertility mode into one of the quest or some of the quests? Maybe where you end up with a husband? Just this is most underutilized thing in sexlab quest mods IMO, thief has story related pregnancy but I think its using its own pregnancy which makes it not as exciting. Either way cool stuff, especially excited abour pursuit of the shadow continuation, but Lydia is a really cool one too (there really is something special about follower being dominant).
zhuguannan123 Posted September 9, 2022 Posted September 9, 2022 About the training siblings quest, I cannot unpack them the third time after delivering them to the guild. The unpacking dialogue just won't show up again on Lair thus I cannot finish the quest. Btw the quest mark of this mission showhow appeared at White Hall in Dawnstar.
Vinceint Posted September 10, 2022 Posted September 10, 2022 (edited) i dunno, maybe it was mentioned already, but still: your mod + Amorous Adventures = deadly bagged Ysolda Its impossible to activate any quest from her exept Night to remember part I used console and the only thing Ysolda worked is completely skipping Your and AA quests to the end. But it didn't affected quest journal BTW, DSHV, can u make modular version of Troubles like dominant section separated from submission? Or (better) separate like Companions content, Riften content and so on? Edited September 10, 2022 by Vinceint
crococat Posted September 10, 2022 Posted September 10, 2022 12 hours ago, Vinceint said: i dunno, maybe it was mentioned already, but still: your mod + Amorous Adventures = deadly bagged Ysolda Its impossible to activate any quest from her exept Night to remember part I used console and the only thing Ysolda worked is completely skipping Your and AA quests to the end. But it didn't affected quest journal BTW, DSHV, can u make modular version of Troubles like dominant section separated from submission? Or (better) separate like Companions content, Riften content and so on? I have AA and AAextended and all is good with Ysolda, mamoth trusk, Mikael and Kajit caravans all is working good. Maybe vanila quests has to be done before any mods events.
Vinceint Posted September 11, 2022 Posted September 11, 2022 4 hours ago, crococat said: I have AA and AAextended and all is good with Ysolda, mamoth trusk, Mikael and Kajit caravans all is working good. Maybe vanila quests has to be done before any mods events. AA by itself works great and Troubles by iself too not together In my occation Troubles breaks Ysolda by stopping quest scripts if some other mods alterate Favor110 quest scripts (that Ysolda' mammoth task) exept Night to remember and no matter before or after Night u speaks to Ysolda Also have some ugly quest bugs with Mjoll, but that shit heals by console Also i cannot move in Companions questline after taking Wuuthrand fragment with Farkas - Vilkas makes oath after returnal and nothing else happens: all Companions in the yard, exept Kodlak, hes disappeared from the game and quest stops from progressing. Only stupid Farkas stays with me and annoys me with "we should go to Jorrvaskr" as if i wasn't there Aslo Dawnguard stops from progressing after recruiting Gunmar and Sorine - that stupid block and holy light starts, Ishram speaks and nothing else happen - its impossible to speak with Ishram to finish A New Order and start Prophet quests - scripts just don't works Anyway, i stop using Troubles for now (exept Heartfire content - maids, u know) until DSHV makes AA compability patch or (as i suggested) separate mods to parts of Troubles DSHV, bro (or sis, i dunno), i seriously suggest u to make separate mods or even version without alterating game quests (like just add war whores but no other changes to Companions or add sluts gang to Riften sewers but without Thief Guild and Mjoll quests). I think, the best way is to separate everything to let people choose what they want and what they don't want in their Skyrim (for example, i dont play Troubles main quest so i need it not completely but still forced to have some needless buildings on my world map). Think about it, bro. It shouldn't be hard - u made Heartfire and others DLC separated so separate everything else by some file editing should works fine
crococat Posted September 11, 2022 Posted September 11, 2022 6 hours ago, Vinceint said: Also have some ugly quest bugs with Mjoll, but that shit heals by console I have only problems with Mjoll, becouse i have some other mods that are not compatible, too many different stories about her. But it is solvable. All other quests that you point are ok in my game. Just in some events have to pass vanila scenes first.
Dehabe Posted September 11, 2022 Posted September 11, 2022 (edited) i don't speak english. i used a tanslator. This is just a suggestion and not a compulsion. Do as you please. Charitable1 (Riften) Katherine: You should always be polite to the men you serve. That's why men should be polite, whether they have money or not, clean or dirty. It's time to teach you that. Go to the back alley with Catherine. (Riften's beggar row) Katherine: Say hello first. They're my favorite friends. Always living on the mercy of the people of Riften every day in this filthy sewer. We're helping these people. Let's introduce ourselves to our masters first. Dragonborn: Hello, I'm here to serve you. beggar1 : Are you kidding me? I think I'm losing my mind. Get out of here. Dragonborn : I'm here to help you guys. beggar2 : How can I help you? Katherine: First, let me relieve your fatigue in life. One, two beggars and Catherine, three, four, five beggars, spermthief(argonian) and Dragonborn Dragonborn (The stench of beggars and the smegma of beggars filling their mouths makes them gag in vain.) KATHERIN: What's the trouble with your masters? beggar 3: These ladies are amazing, do you know them? The spirit of the spirit of the argonian softens. spermthief(argonian): These prostitutes are the ones who can't live a day without me Beggars 3, 4, 5, Argonne and Catherine, Dragonborn and Beggars 1, 2 Katherine: Now I'm going to get beggar food. Move to the underground road with a thief's den (Dragonborn is covering her face) Thief guild member: Why are beggars coming here? Katherine: I'm going to do some business here today. I'll give you an advance, whore trainee Give me a 1,000gold. Dragonborn paid a thief guild member 1,000 sep team. Thief Guild member: I'll close my eyes for a while, but what kind of business are you going to do? Katherine: There's a charity for beggars here. Thief Guild member: In a dirty sewer? If you're begging, you'll do it at the market. Katherine: That's on my own. Masters, please hang out with this whore trainee for a while. The Beggars and Dragonborn's 5p on the Hatter Soon Catherine brings in the lower classes of the village. It smells awful. The beggars are lucky to have such a nice girl. It's fun to watch Katherine: Now, bystanders, if you could just put in a five-seph team, you'd have to make a mess of that whore you wanted I'll hold it for you. Lower class 2: Team SEVENTEEN 5. Four beggars hit her. Lower class 1: I'll give you the 10th team, so can I participate? LOWER 3: You have a good stomach, too. You're such a dirty girl. After some time, Septim coins are rolling around on the floor. Katherine: Thank you for coming today. Thanks to you, poor beggars won't starve for a week. You're so generous. LOWER 2: It was a great event. You can pay as much as you want for a charity event like this. Katherine: Next time, we'll move places. If you do it too often, you can get caught by the guards. When Dragonborn came to his senses, he lay alone with his whole body full of semen, and the beggars returned and Catherine is watching. Katherine: It was a good experience, wasn't? I could do education and charity work together. Next time, why don't we move around and do it in the back alley of Lyfton? There'll be a lot more customers there. Dragonborn: The ground is too dangerous. If I get caught by the guards, I'll reveal my identity. Katherine: You're such a coward. Don't worry, it's a good place to bribe. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Charitable2 (Riften) After encountering beggars on the street, beggar1: You're back again. I haven't starved for a while. beggar2: Are you here to help us today? Katherine: Yes, my masters, I'm here to help you today. First, I'll relieve your fatigue. After spending time with beggars, Katherine: We need to make more money today, so let's dress up and go. Katherine washes the dragonborn in sewer water, goes to the back of Lyfton, and puts on a mask. Katherine: I've already bribed her. There won't be a patrol around here. Masters, please start promoting. The beggars and 4p, then Catherine brings in the lower classes. It's more than last time. Lower class 1: Is this charity again? We all live a hard life together, but we can share the pain. Lower class 2: The beggars are also "residents" of Riften, so you can't let them starve to death. In time, the lower class and Dragonborn's 3p and 5p Gold coins begin to accumulate around Dragonborn due to the influx of low-class people. As time goes by, beggars and low-class people go back. Guards who were patrolling Dragonborn, who was alone in a faint, find him. Guard: What happened here. I'll have to get him to do some research first. in a prison camp Guards: Hey, you're out of your mind. Why were you lying alone in the back alley? Was he raped or something? Do you remember his description? Dragonborn: Ah... I don't remember. Guard: So what's your name? I'm busy with a lot of this, but I need to investigate the crime. Dragonborn: I... Well ... Guard: Why can't I say my name? Is there something bothering you? 1. dragonborn Answer. No, I'm OO. Guards: Oh, the famous one? Why was a strong woman like you lying in the back alley? I'm sorry to hear that. The guards will catch him. Since then, rumors have spread in Riften that Dragonborn had collapsed after being raped, and rumors have spread through the lower classes, such as Dragonborn having been raped and acting as a prostitute. After that, when Dragonborn visits Riften, a conversation takes place Citizen Riften: I heard she's the one who eats with beggars. Will she have sex with me? Hey, you don't want to be heard all over Skyrim, do you? Sex with me, too. After that, worse rumors on consent, swearing on rejection, and leaving. 2. dragonborn doesn't answer. Guard: Bitch! That's suspicious. You'll rot in jail until you say your name. Raped with guards and prisoners afterwards. After some time, Katherine disposes of some of Dragonborn's confiscated property and withdraws the Dragonborn. Katherine: You've been through a lot, haven't you? How's your experience with prisoners and guards in prison? Did you have a good class? Then let's go to the next class. Why don't you go to Catherine for charity after this? You can repeat the quest with that story The story of coming back alone after a charity event with a semen-filled ending in a back alley where several gold coins fell. Edited September 12, 2022 by Dehabe 1
Dehabe Posted September 11, 2022 Posted September 11, 2022 (edited) Companion sponsor Sponsored by: I heard rumors that the war-whore has become a Harbinger, and the honor of the Companions is bottoming out. Sponsor 2: Our reputation for sponsoring Companions has also been hurt. Even the war-whore told me that the whore solved the request alone, so why doesn't the whore carry a man around? Sponsor 3: The Companions are losing trust. Why don't the male warriors accompany the combat - whores? Sponsor 1 : When Codlock was Harbinger, the honor of the Companions was only going up. I suspect there was a negative election for the new Harbinger. Or Cordlock is senile. Sponsor 2: So I'm going to talk about the continuation of the donation by looking at the "sincerity" of Harbinger, and I'm going to talk about this in the Harbinger room. In the room of Harbinger Dragonborn: I don't understand the hearts of the sponsors. Please don't just stop the sponsorship. Sponsor 2: Only in words? We've been sponsoring and we've been hit by our reputation. Shouldn't there be a price? Sponsor 3: Don't you still know that our money went into your companion's eating and drinking? It's not going to be easy to cover the finances with just a mission? low warriors may not know, but you, the leader, may be a sensitive part. Dragonborn: What should I do? Sponsor 1: Periodically war - whore and you and guide, entertain us. Sponsor 2: Whether it's entertaining in a private room or in the banquet hall. It's obvious it's your war-whore's business anyway. Dragonborn: All right... After that, Dragonborn and his supporters' "hospitality" will take place in the Harbinger room. Dragonborn is knocked out on the bed. The bed is full of semen. Old lady Tilma, who came to clean up, spreads rumors at the inn. Notoriety spreads quickly. Sponsor: I'm glad I'm young this time. It has a bad reputation, but at least one body is healthy. Sponsor 2: It's been a while since I' I feel younger. Sponsor 3: As he advised, this companion will be easy to handle. It's a mercenary group now, but if Habinzer follows our will well, I think he'll be a troubleshooter to deal with various troubles. In fact, is reputation important for mercenaries? You just have to deal with the knife as the owner wants. Sponsor 2: See you all here next time. Later, in the mission conversation with Aela, the mission of the war whore is added. 1. The sponsors are here again. I heard you want to see the sincerity of Harbinger again. with sponsor in Harbinger room (3p or 4p) 2. Sponsors pointed to war-whore girls. As a guide, you'll have to join the banquet. Late night banquets with war - whore (companions men don't participate) Since then, rumors have spread at the inn about the incompetence of the Harbinger and the war-whore 1. I heard that this companion was promoted by sales as pussy because he was a war-prostitue Maybe it's something to do with the silverhands 2.I heard that the honor of the Companions is bottoming out these days because war whores have repeatedly failed missions. Women should've been rolling in bed a long time ago. I admire the sponsors who haven't cut off the sponsorship yet. There are times when personal commissions come from sponsors. It was to solve a small problem in the sponsor's house. The target was a combat prostitute, and sometimes Dragonborn also left in charge of the request. This has become an implicit secret of combat prostitutes. Edited September 13, 2022 by Dehabe 1
Electric Aether Posted September 11, 2022 Posted September 11, 2022 @DSHV Hi buddy, been awhile! You know busy with life I'm writing a small quest for the night mammoths atm It's plot is that Buster wants to make more money (Septims) and by doing this he sets the DB up for the underground slave fights but the fights are rigged! The DB will loose all three fights! Characters that You'll fight will be in the spoilers. Spoiler 1. Hammer 2. Punch cunt (She will clean your DB after Hammer is done with you ? 3. Skeever (Since the DB is so weak and pathetic! She will be further humiliated by the Skeevers long class and disgusting cock!) But before I continue, Can I get your divine blessing to use the Underground slave fights arena for this quest?? ================================================================================= I also have another small quest planned out. (Well not really a quest tbh) The idea is that one of the Night Mammoth members domesticated a Troll and brought the Troll to be one of the guards. There will be lots of lewd dialogue to start sex with the troll so forth I was wondering If you could List all Night mammoth characters (I forgot them and I don't have a save file where I can check myself atm) Thanks! 2
Dehabe Posted September 11, 2022 Posted September 11, 2022 (edited) This is just a suggestion. It's not forced at all. I don't speak english. This article is written with a translator. Silverhand Residual Hunting Aela: The silver hands that killed Kodlak, almost all of them, but there's still some residue left. I think he recently changed his name and tried to avoid the chase of the Companions, but rumors say he's working under the name of the Great Silver Snake. These guys are bad guys. Silverhand has been fighting with us for a long time since Silverhand knew the secret of the Companions, but now Silverhand seems to have changed his strategy. companions newbie that I received a while ago are missing. Harbinger, the war-whore who have joined you in admiration. According to the newcomer who managed to escape, he had a werewolf. Maybe he's tamed a Wild werewolf? The last mission area is ooooo. Recently, some villagers went missing and sent a survey there. We should kill the SilverSnake for the new ones. You've shown me that even a woman can be the leader of a prestigious armed group called the Companions. They're have silver swords, so you'll be able to tell them apart easily. 2 choices 1. Dragonborn: We can solve it well together, but let's accompany the new worrrior to build their experiences. Aela, Dragonborn, accompanied by two recent newcomers (male), and a surviving newcomer (male). 2. Dragonborn: Let's act together as if we were avenging Skjor. If you choose number 1, Aela: The development of Companions also requires the training of new recruits. Bilkas has a lot of work to do and Farkas is not suitable for new recruits, so you and I are qualified. Arrived at any place oooo (it doesn't have to be a dungeon, it can be a single space like Catherine Quest) Surviving newcomers: This was it. Suddenly, a werewolf came at me and tore my colleague apart. After that, he ran all the way, but two people were caught by the Silver Hand guys. Aela: Let's go in carefully from here, checking the front and back. After that, two directions come out. 2 choices Aela: There are two roads and what to do is a leader. 1-1. Dragonborn: Let's all enter together. 1-2. Dragonborn: Aela, you go with two new recruits. I'll go with the new guy who survived. 1-1. If everyone enters together. As he entered carefully, a werewolf is being raped in front of him. The other new companion is surrounded by silver hands and being ridiculed and raped. They haven't noticed the Dragonborn yet 1-1-1 Quickly divide into two groups and surprise the off guard enemy. If they choose 1-1-1, they are caught off guard, and then they are completely destroyed. Inside, a silverhand leader is raping a villager. Because of this, the silver hand leader dies without much response. Since then, Dragonborn and Companions have raised their reputation in Skyrim by saving all the kidnapped people and wiping out the Silver Hand remnants. The Innkeeper: The new Harbinger. She's a woman, but she's pretty goodRumor has it that he killed more than 30 men and rescued the hostages. Ending 1. Stong hero 1-1-2 Jump straight in. If you select 1-1-2, the Companion's Squad will jump head-on. Soon the battle will take place and the former silver hands in the fortress will gather. Since then, the silver hand leader has dragged the hostage. The new recruits, who tried to save the enemy because they gathered quickly, were still unable to come to their senses. Silverhand Leader: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Surrender. We have hostages and we still have a lot of numbers. No matter how much you kill my men, the hostages will eventually die. 1-1-2-1 I surrender Silverhand Leader: As he said, all heroes are stupid. Dragonborn and the squad were detained in disrepair. Afterwards, Dragonborn and Ayla are raped by silver hands along with the new recruits and villagers who were previously held. Silverhand leaders point to them as strange artifacts. About eight months have passed. Both the hostage and Dragonborn's companion were released. Of course, it was abandoned in Falchris without a giant suit. The bodies of the prisoners, including Dragonborn and Eila, were full of insulting graffiti, and their bellies were all enlarged. The returning Companions Hall was miserable. When the leader disappeared due to a mission failure, the members of the Companions went on a search without carrying out their requests. There was a lot of money in the balance and even a lot of debt. Eila and Dragonborn worked without time to rest because 40,000 gold was needed to make up for it. While they were away, parchment with dragonbones and their companions arrived every month at the inn in each village, and the reputation declined, but the number of requests for combat prostitutes increased significantly. Dragonborn is moving hard in bed to recruit sponsors. Aela is also entertaining guests in the next room. An old man is watching those battle- whores. Old man: I was just trying to give you a little bit of a trial, but Silverhand eventually destroyed the hero. Was it just a whore? That's not funny. Ending 2. war-whore leader 1-1-2-2 Do not surrender. Silverhand Leader: Where did all the honors of the Companions go? Kill all the hostages. The Companions battled silver hands with all their might and knocked down all silver hands, but all of the personnel were killed and the reputation of the Companions was somewhat reduced due to the failure of the mission. The hostess: The new companion leader. They say she's a strong warrior, but he's not very smart. Many of the new fighters and hostages were killed this time. Instead, he killed more than six times as many guys. Ending 3. a heartless leader 1-2 Dragonborn: Aela, you go with two new recruits. I'll go with the new guy who survived. If you choose number 1-2, you will encounter the silverhand residue. A werewolf is raping two hostages. Silverhand Leader: You'd better surrender, Habinger. If you don't want to see that werewolf tear up your men. 1-2-1. I surrender. When Dragonborn put down her weapon, the remnants of SilverHand come to catch Dragonborn. But soon (afterwards) Aela and two new recruits start killing silverhands. Dragonborn also participated in the war After that, Drangonborn escapes with the new recruits caught and the missing villagers. Since then, the perception has improved as a female Harbinger has played an active role in a former combat whore at an inn. Ending 4. Luck is also a skill. 2. Do not surrender. As Dragonborn rushed with a weapon, a newbie behind him suddenly attacks. If you let your guard down, you will be attacked, but the powerful Dragonborn will defeat 4 - 5 Silver Hands. Then the leader of SilverHand says. Silverhand Leader: The Honourable Companion became a gang of thugs when the whore became the leader. It used to smell like dogs, but now it's just a smell of dishonor. Bitch like you isn't worth hunting. Silverhands kill all the hostages (two new recruits killed by werewolves) Silverhand Leader: If someone else's life is light, what about the life of a circle member who shared blood? Dragonborn: What does that mean? Silverhand leader: You'll know when you get here Prostitute. As we moved, there were two new recruits and Aela trapped in the bars. Silverhand Leader: The rescue of the hostages you were commissioned to have ended in failure. The bodies of the hostages will be sent to the family. With the incompetence of the Companions. Are you going to pull out your weapon? That's good. If you take a step, the trap in the bars will work, and the companian will die right away. Newcomers: I don't want to die, Harbinger! Please save me! Dragonborn: I surrender... What should I do? Silverhand Leader: We are not without mercy. I just want to let Skyrim know the dishonor of your companions. And the newly created 'Giant silver snake' will be the best warrior group in Skyrim. Dragonborn: Those who kidnapped and killed civilians are warriors? Silverhand Leader: All you have to do is shut up. Disarm if you want to surrender. A dragonborn that's trapped by silver hands Silverhand Leader: There's an item from our Silverhand sponsor a while ago. It's an object to record the company's dishonor. I'm going to put the failure of the war whore, the guide, and his men. Since then, Dragonborn has been ridiculed and raped. The two men who accompanied Eila are detained. Aela is transformed into a werewolf. After the transformation was released, he was similarly raped. If Dragonborn is still a werewolf, Dragonborn is also raped after being forced to transform into a werewolf. Dragonborn is a werewolf Silverhand Leader: Are you so pleased with the power of the beast that Harbinger is a werewolf? If the secret is revealed, you can't die beautifully, unlike Codlock Silverhand Leader: You will be the manure for our great silver snake to grow. For him, you'll have to keep failing your mission. I'll untie it for now. If I call you later, I'll make up the situation again. If you refuse, the lives of both hostages and the dark secrets of your companions will spread throughout the world. You beasts are not warriors. It's just a beast that needs to be beaten up and coached like that werewolf. After that, Aela and Dragonborn are raped by werewolves. Over time, the bodies kidnapped and killed are returned to their hometowns. With photos of the humiliating defeat of Companions Harbinger and aela. Since then, rumors have spread at the inn about the dishonor and indecency of combat whore Habinger. The owner of the inn: I heard that a companion squad led by a combat prostitute failed the mission, and the majority died and only the prostitutes came back begging for their lives... The kidnapped villagers returned to their bodies. If you look at the parchment here, you can see that the prostitutes are in a mess after receiving semen from the bandits. I heard this parchment was sprayed on inns all over Skyrim. On the other hand, have you heard of the recently established silver snakes? He said he was fighting against Skyrim's injustice after killing the bandits and monsters around him. It's not long before Skyrim's top warrior group changes. This "Great Silver Snake" organization was created by Serpent, as its name suggests, by sponsoring the remnants of the Companions' archrival SilverHand to destroy Dragonborn's reputation. If the bandit led by the already-emerged 'knife' is a paving stone for the fall of the entire Skyrim, the warrior group called the "Great Silver Snake" will be a military organization that will twist the direction of Skyrim, which has been confused by StormClock. This giant silver snake doesn't really need to appear. Just like Catherine's Side Quest, it's a tool to discredit the Companion's leader before it's created. And then the dishonor of the Companions continues to emerge, and the silver snake becomes famous. Most of the achievements of the silver snakes were actually manipulated and the evil people who killed just killed their rivals. The werewolf he has is the spoils of the silver snake. It means that werewolves, such as the leadership of the Companions, are also animals that listen when they are beaten and trained. After that, Aela can give you a quest in the form of a repeat quest. Aela: To them... I've got a secret request. They say it's the rescue of a kidnapped resident. I pointed out two good female warriors. For the survival of the Companions... It's a mission to do. Dragonborn: I can't put pressure on Nyada and Lia. Someday... You'll be able to avenge Silverhand. Let's put up with it until then. After that, Aela and Dragonborn went to the castle where the silver snake was located, and again the innocent citizens were decapitated, raped, and photographed before being released. The reputation of the Companions is gradually diminishing, and complaints come from within. Atis: Every time I go, I fail my mission, kill the hostages, and get humiliated by the bandits, so why on earth are the combat prostitutes coming out? These missions can be solved by powerful men like us Torvar: I know. If this is the case, wouldn't it be better to go out to the Companions like Arnbjorn? Even though he was violent, he was sure of his skills and he should be doing well by now. Atis: We'll be famous when we're as good as we are. It's not as good as it used to be since the Battle Whore became the leader. Torvar: Look at this, Harvinger. I know you're listening. Why are you on a mission? If you're a lucky mascot, shake your back at your sponsors. Dragonborn: It's my chosen mission. I won't take any more comments on this. Dragonborn works hard to successfully complete general requests and tries to improve awareness, but he often suffers from too many failures. And during the commission of the silver snake, two new men who were captured see the dishonorable appearance of Dragonborn and Ayla, and the dark secret of the companion, disillusioned and raped Habinger and Aela in the sense that the Silver Hand leader mocked. Newcomer: When I entered the Companions in admiration of this combat whore, they were disgusting women led by monsters. Newcomer 2: Women can't be warriors either. You're just going to learn magic. Why are you showing yourself like this? Aren't you ashamed of the dead Kodlock? Freshman 1: These prostitutes are right to shake their backs. As the rumors say, you should make money by entertaining sponsors. First get raped by Silverhand leaders and remainers. Then, he throws a dragonborn to the prisoners as if throwing away trash. Newcomer 2: Stop getting pregnant and retire. Or just kill yourself! I'm going to rape you a lot today! Newcomer 2: I'll smack them in the face and make them look like losers. Dragonborn was in a bad mood because he was cursed by the people he was trying to save. However, there was no more honor to fall, and I know there is no way at the moment. Silverhand Leader: Don't kill. It's mercy to kill easily. Let those two girls know the pain. To avenge my brothers. My brother who put the blade on Skjor. Those who assassinated Kodlock even though they knew he was going to die. This is a fair revenge. Survive with all your might and experience endless despair. After the torture, Dragonborn is raped by a wild werewolf again. It is thrown at the entrance of WhiteRun in a Carriage. This, too, goes viral. An old man wearing such a dragonbone is watching. Old man : Are you enduring for revenge, for the honor of the Companions? What a true leader. It's fun to see how long that patience will last. Can this hero overcome my ordeal? Ending 5. Those who endure for revenge. Lead in Ending 5end - kill serpent, destroy sliver snake (an emancipated ending) The liberation from this bondage is likely to eventually kill the Serpent. It's like destroying the night mammoth after killing the Serpent. Dragonborn realizes that there was a Serpent behind all of this, and kills the leader of the silversnake with a dagger after going on his usual mission. After that, they kill all the remnants of the SilverHand. But it turns out that the SilverSnake risked everything to the ruin of the Companions rather than the desire to live, and eventually Aela and other leaders were werewolves. If the circle members except Aela treated werewolves, they would maintain the position of the circle, but Aela, who refused to treat werewolves, eventually came down from the circle and became WhiteRun's public whore. Dragonborn retained his position as an Harbinger, whether he was a werewolf or not, but he could not avoid criticism from the Skyrim people because he aided citizens to die to hide their dark past. In order to compensate the dead citizens, 30,000 gold of Dragonborn's property was paid in taxes, and he was in charge of entertaining visitors with personal desires at home or at Companions. If the werewolves are not treated (Vilkas, Falkas), they will pay an additional 20,000 gold at the expense of their risk, and these individuals will always strengthen WhiteRun's immigration and deduct half of the compensation for personal commissions for life. This is a lenient treatment of the ruler of Skyrim (Wolfrick or Tullius at the end of the civil war) and was commuted because Dragonborn recognizes the credit he has been doing. Dragonborn often visits Wolfrick or Tullius and they have a personal desire for Dragonborn's offspring. Whether it's Dragonborn's power or bloodline, her 'help' will help integrate Skyrim. In the end, Dragonborn was once again bound by someone. However, Dragonborn is not in despair because the Companions have not been destroyed and still have hopes of returning to the Honourable Companions. 2. Dragonborn: Let's act together as if we were avenging Skjor. When you choose, The first half is all the same, but in two directions, 2-1 Spread out and enter 2-2 Enter together They are scattered with Aela, and they are individually defeated as they enter, and the residents are all killed, humiliated, photographed, known to Skyrim, released, and repeatedly. When you enter the same direction together, you get a magic ring with a snake shape on the silver hand leader's body after you get rid of all the silver hand remnants with Aela. (Inchant stamina +50 horsepower +20 endurance 20), snake work on the jewel of the ring) You think it's just a ring with a unique pattern. You've broken a wicked man's plan without knowing it. Reading everyone. thanks. Edited September 12, 2022 by Dehabe 1
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