Content Consumer Posted April 19, 2017 Posted April 19, 2017 For example, hired by the college as an anthropologist assistant, player could "join" a tribe of rielkings, move them on Skyrim, investigate the past of their specie... and marry the princess... I like the potential idea of the player character being "sexed into the tribe", I don't know about "marrying the princess" though, but marrying the prince.. I like the sound of that better. or better yet make it so that, all of that depends on the preferences you've set in an MCM menu. I agree though, I'm kind of puzzled as to why something like this hasn't been done yet. Rieklings are apparently not outside of engaging in sexual behavior outside of their species as well, there is an "Easter egg" where one Riekling has stashed two rolls of linen and a pile of copies of "The Argonian Maid" in a small hut in one of the dungeons that they inhabit. I've started working on a Riekling-themed alternate start scenario that sort of does this. Ex: here's a journal book used in that scenario. <font face='$HandwrittenFont'> Spriggan Island Exploration Journal [pagebreak] Entry 1: Blessed Kynareth, what is it about this island that draws Your servants? Why do they congregate here? There is an abundance of Nirnroot, that's true, but unlike most places Spriggans lair, the trees don't emit any sort of magical flux. My companion Denegar seems to think it has something to do with the rocks hereabout, which makes no sense. Rocks hardly emit any sort of magical field, but he swears he once read about a form of stone that did, found in Dwemer ruins. Nonsense, I say. Still, I wonder what they're after. [pagebreak] Entry 2: Denegar found some odd tracks in the snow. He didn't know what they were, but I recognized them right off - Rieklings. Now what are those little blue goblinoids doing here? You'd think they would have been killed off by the Spriggans. Denegar doesn't care, he's obsessed with the Spriggans and the Nirnroot and his "magical rocks" theory. I can't help but feel that there might be a way to get past the Spriggans by somehow using these Rieklings. Maybe as a distraction? [pagebreak] Entry 3: It's a small Riekling tribe, very disorganized even for those creatures. Unled, and in danger of being wiped out by the Spriggans. Denegar saw an extra-large Nirnroot right in the middle of the island, and he's been trying to get at it. He's going to get killed by the Spriggans one day, I swear. I think I'll concentrate on the Rieklings - it may be possible to gain the aid of these simple creatures. [pagebreak] Entry 4: They're not as simple as I thought. After a week of observation, I've deduced that their culture is actually quite complex. Strangely enough - or perhaps not, depending on your perspective - it seems to mimic the culture of the native Nords of Solstheim in many ways. One would almost think of them as proto-Nedes, if they weren't so short and blue. I've been trying to learn their language too. It's full of clicks and grunts, but it is an actual language, not just mimickry and random noises. Syntax is superficially simplistic but actually conveys a wealth of information. [pagebreak] Entry 5: As I was watching them, I was being watched. I didn't even know about it. A big Riekling snuck up behind me today, nearly frightened me to death. Instead of attacking me as I expected, he just sat down and started talking to me. He speaks about as much of what he calls "Cyrodil" as I do "Riekling" and we're helping each other learn more. Denegar doesn't seem to care, he's obsessed with studying the Spriggans. Now I'm not saying it's not a noble study. It's why we came here, after all. But I've learned more about Riekling culture in the last two days than any scholar has learned about Kyne's guardians for the past hundred years! The Riekling's name is Telebruk. [pagebreak] Entry 6: Telebruk paints a tale of woe for this tribe. Apparently, they were members of a tribe from the Big World (I think he means the main Solstheim island) but had an argument with their chief. They decided to split off and set up in an old cave system here, but they didn't know about the Spriggans. Their Chief and Shaman both died in an attack, and the tribe is leaderless and in danger of falling apart. My heart bleeds for him. I asked if there was any way I could help... but he just looked at me strangely, then got up and left. I hope I haven't offended him. [pagebreak] Entry 7: I can't believe it. Telebruk managed to convince the rest of his tribe to let me in. After a ritual involving some prepared scathecraw, they've accepted me into their tribe. This cave complex is much bigger than I thought! And there's a strange area with what looks like ancient artificial structures, but the Rieklings shy away from it. It must be dangerous. They let me move in down here, I have my own tent and everything. Denegar isn't officially a member of the tribe, but they seem to be okay with his coming and going. This is the most momentous thing in the history of anthropoligical research to happen in hundreds of years, and he can't stop talking about the damned Spriggans. I'll stick with the Rieklings, thank you. I have to admit I'm still having trouble telling the women apart from the men, though. Telebruk keeps looking at me, and I confess it's giving me... funny feelings. [pagebreak] Entry 8: Denegar started yammering about those glowing rocks today, and the black towers that emit blue light. The Rieklings just stood and watched him as he kept pounding on them. I asked Telebruk, and he said "If Den-grr wants die whack on blood rock, Den-grr get what want. No bother stop, his choice." I managed to pull him away, but he keeps talking about how this proves his magical rock theory. I don't know what these "blood rocks" are, but they make me nervous. [pagebreak] Entry 9: Damn Denegar hasn't come back. I fear he may have been killed. Stupid idiot, he should have known better. No great loss, I suppose. I've been getting to know the names of the others. I still can't tell the women from the men (aside from Telebruk, who is so obviously male, and Plank, who is obviously female), but they paint themselves in unique markings that tell the story of their lives. Fascinating stuff. [pagebreak] Entry 10: Last night, Telebruk came to my tent. I pretended to be asleep, and he just stood there a while, watching me, then he left. Gods, I have butterflies in my stomach. Why am I feeling this way for a little goblinoid? [pagebreak] Entry 11: At my insistence, we've finally erected the watchtower outside. That way we can watch for Spriggans coming down the rocks before they get to the cave. It's for the best, it really is, but I can't help feeling like the Spriggans are going to want to stop this incursion eventually... [pagebreak] Entry 12: Telebruk came to my tent again. This time I was ready, though - I was lying on top of the bedroll, nude, displayed like some cheap harlot for all the world to see. This isn't like me! But... I can't stop thinking about him! He stood there a while, and to my shocked delight, took out his cock and started masturbating. He came like a fountain, then left. Gods, what has happened to me? [pagebreak] Entry 13: Telebruk came to my tent again last night. At first I pretended to sleep, but as he masturbated over me, I opened my eyes and looked right at him. He paused for a moment, and then slowly came toward me... I spread myself for him, and he mounted me, taking his pleasure rough and fast. By the divines, the feeling of his hard cock in me, pumping in and out, his soft beard tickling my breasts... it was so incredibly arousing. And when he filled me with his warm seed, I bit my own hand so as not to cry out and wake the others. I would complain that it didn't last very long, but a second time that night he took me again, and was slow, soft, and gentle. For such a powerful warrior, he has the hands of a lover. And the third, and the fourth. So tired today... and a little sore. The old me would have been revolted, but now... it seems so natural, so right. Gods, Telebruk... [pagebreak] Entry 14: Plank, T'karaa, Meukalla, and Half-Ear came to me with a proposition today - they want to build another tower on the rocks above the entrance. We have plenty of wood and bone, so it won't be a problem. I just worry about the Spriggans getting riled because of it. They're just so enthusiastic, though. I said yes. p.s. Why are they asking for my permission? I may be a member of the tribe, but I'm hardly the leader. [pagebreak] Entry 15: The others know about me and Telebruk. It's not like we've been keeping it a secret, after all, with my excited moans and his piercing ululations punctuating every night. Now, I'm not one to think that I hold some irresistable attraction to men, particular men not of my species, but I swear some of the other warriors seem almost... jealous. Telebruk struts around the place like a peacock, and I must confess that I enjoy the attention. [pagebreak] Entry 16: Big-Grin was killed today. Those damned Spriggans... I'm going to have to do something about them. The twins Terkle and Spakle fought it off, but not before it opened Big-Grin's throat. Telebruk has been stomping about the place, roarking for an immediate assault, but I convinced him not to. The time isn't right, and we have not the numbers. But someday, I swear it! [pagebreak] Entry 17: I didn't know as much about Riekling culture as I thought. Apparently, traditionally the strongest warrior is the Chief of the tribe, and whoever he beds is the Shaman. Until I came along, there was no Shaman, and apparently you can't have a Chief without a Shaman, so now that we're sleeping together, he has become the Chief and I am the Shaman. I was overwhelmed when Telebruk explained it to me. [pagebreak] Entry 18: I looked back at some of these entries, and I must confess that I completely forgot about the Nirnroot. My old life of an alchemist and researcher is past, now. I am well pleased with my new one - Shaman to the tribe of Perik-Kree, wife and bedmate of Chief Telebruk. [pagebreak] Entry 19: Spakle, Three-Finger, and Meukalla died today on the upper platform outside. Longspear is still outside, on watch for more Spriggans. Terkle is beside himself with grief. To Oblivion with them all. It's time we killed off these Spriggans and took the island for ourselves, Kynareth be damned! Like most of my scenarios, it's currently pretty simple, and probably won't get much more complex, but I do have some plans for a short quest or two.
Delzaron Posted April 19, 2017 Author Posted April 19, 2017 For example, hired by the college as an anthropologist assistant, player could "join" a tribe of rielkings, move them on Skyrim, investigate the past of their specie... and marry the princess... I like the potential idea of the player character being "sexed into the tribe", I don't know about "marrying the princess" though, but marrying the prince.. I like the sound of that better. or better yet make it so that, all of that depends on the preferences you've set in an MCM menu. I agree though, I'm kind of puzzled as to why something like this hasn't been done yet. Rieklings are apparently not outside of engaging in sexual behavior outside of their species as well, there is an "Easter egg" where one Riekling has stashed two rolls of linen and a pile of copies of "The Argonian Maid" in a small hut in one of the dungeons that they inhabit. I've started working on a Riekling-themed alternate start scenario that sort of does this. Ex: here's a journal book used in that scenario. <font face='$HandwrittenFont'> Spriggan Island Exploration Journal [pagebreak] Entry 1: Blessed Kynareth, what is it about this island that draws Your servants? Why do they congregate here? There is an abundance of Nirnroot, that's true, but unlike most places Spriggans lair, the trees don't emit any sort of magical flux. My companion Denegar seems to think it has something to do with the rocks hereabout, which makes no sense. Rocks hardly emit any sort of magical field, but he swears he once read about a form of stone that did, found in Dwemer ruins. Nonsense, I say. Still, I wonder what they're after. [pagebreak] Entry 2: Denegar found some odd tracks in the snow. He didn't know what they were, but I recognized them right off - Rieklings. Now what are those little blue goblinoids doing here? You'd think they would have been killed off by the Spriggans. Denegar doesn't care, he's obsessed with the Spriggans and the Nirnroot and his "magical rocks" theory. I can't help but feel that there might be a way to get past the Spriggans by somehow using these Rieklings. Maybe as a distraction? [pagebreak] Entry 3: It's a small Riekling tribe, very disorganized even for those creatures. Unled, and in danger of being wiped out by the Spriggans. Denegar saw an extra-large Nirnroot right in the middle of the island, and he's been trying to get at it. He's going to get killed by the Spriggans one day, I swear. I think I'll concentrate on the Rieklings - it may be possible to gain the aid of these simple creatures. [pagebreak] Entry 4: They're not as simple as I thought. After a week of observation, I've deduced that their culture is actually quite complex. Strangely enough - or perhaps not, depending on your perspective - it seems to mimic the culture of the native Nords of Solstheim in many ways. One would almost think of them as proto-Nedes, if they weren't so short and blue. I've been trying to learn their language too. It's full of clicks and grunts, but it is an actual language, not just mimickry and random noises. Syntax is superficially simplistic but actually conveys a wealth of information. [pagebreak] Entry 5: As I was watching them, I was being watched. I didn't even know about it. A big Riekling snuck up behind me today, nearly frightened me to death. Instead of attacking me as I expected, he just sat down and started talking to me. He speaks about as much of what he calls "Cyrodil" as I do "Riekling" and we're helping each other learn more. Denegar doesn't seem to care, he's obsessed with studying the Spriggans. Now I'm not saying it's not a noble study. It's why we came here, after all. But I've learned more about Riekling culture in the last two days than any scholar has learned about Kyne's guardians for the past hundred years! The Riekling's name is Telebruk. [pagebreak] Entry 6: Telebruk paints a tale of woe for this tribe. Apparently, they were members of a tribe from the Big World (I think he means the main Solstheim island) but had an argument with their chief. They decided to split off and set up in an old cave system here, but they didn't know about the Spriggans. Their Chief and Shaman both died in an attack, and the tribe is leaderless and in danger of falling apart. My heart bleeds for him. I asked if there was any way I could help... but he just looked at me strangely, then got up and left. I hope I haven't offended him. [pagebreak] Entry 7: I can't believe it. Telebruk managed to convince the rest of his tribe to let me in. After a ritual involving some prepared scathecraw, they've accepted me into their tribe. This cave complex is much bigger than I thought! And there's a strange area with what looks like ancient artificial structures, but the Rieklings shy away from it. It must be dangerous. They let me move in down here, I have my own tent and everything. Denegar isn't officially a member of the tribe, but they seem to be okay with his coming and going. This is the most momentous thing in the history of anthropoligical research to happen in hundreds of years, and he can't stop talking about the damned Spriggans. I'll stick with the Rieklings, thank you. I have to admit I'm still having trouble telling the women apart from the men, though. Telebruk keeps looking at me, and I confess it's giving me... funny feelings. [pagebreak] Entry 8: Denegar started yammering about those glowing rocks today, and the black towers that emit blue light. The Rieklings just stood and watched him as he kept pounding on them. I asked Telebruk, and he said "If Den-grr wants die whack on blood rock, Den-grr get what want. No bother stop, his choice." I managed to pull him away, but he keeps talking about how this proves his magical rock theory. I don't know what these "blood rocks" are, but they make me nervous. [pagebreak] Entry 9: Damn Denegar hasn't come back. I fear he may have been killed. Stupid idiot, he should have known better. No great loss, I suppose. I've been getting to know the names of the others. I still can't tell the women from the men (aside from Telebruk, who is so obviously male, and Plank, who is obviously female), but they paint themselves in unique markings that tell the story of their lives. Fascinating stuff. [pagebreak] Entry 10: Last night, Telebruk came to my tent. I pretended to be asleep, and he just stood there a while, watching me, then he left. Gods, I have butterflies in my stomach. Why am I feeling this way for a little goblinoid? [pagebreak] Entry 11: At my insistence, we've finally erected the watchtower outside. That way we can watch for Spriggans coming down the rocks before they get to the cave. It's for the best, it really is, but I can't help feeling like the Spriggans are going to want to stop this incursion eventually... [pagebreak] Entry 12: Telebruk came to my tent again. This time I was ready, though - I was lying on top of the bedroll, nude, displayed like some cheap harlot for all the world to see. This isn't like me! But... I can't stop thinking about him! He stood there a while, and to my shocked delight, took out his cock and started masturbating. He came like a fountain, then left. Gods, what has happened to me? [pagebreak] Entry 13: Telebruk came to my tent again last night. At first I pretended to sleep, but as he masturbated over me, I opened my eyes and looked right at him. He paused for a moment, and then slowly came toward me... I spread myself for him, and he mounted me, taking his pleasure rough and fast. By the divines, the feeling of his hard cock in me, pumping in and out, his soft beard tickling my breasts... it was so incredibly arousing. And when he filled me with his warm seed, I bit my own hand so as not to cry out and wake the others. I would complain that it didn't last very long, but a second time that night he took me again, and was slow, soft, and gentle. For such a powerful warrior, he has the hands of a lover. And the third, and the fourth. So tired today... and a little sore. The old me would have been revolted, but now... it seems so natural, so right. Gods, Telebruk... [pagebreak] Entry 14: Plank, T'karaa, Meukalla, and Half-Ear came to me with a proposition today - they want to build another tower on the rocks above the entrance. We have plenty of wood and bone, so it won't be a problem. I just worry about the Spriggans getting riled because of it. They're just so enthusiastic, though. I said yes. p.s. Why are they asking for my permission? I may be a member of the tribe, but I'm hardly the leader. [pagebreak] Entry 15: The others know about me and Telebruk. It's not like we've been keeping it a secret, after all, with my excited moans and his piercing ululations punctuating every night. Now, I'm not one to think that I hold some irresistable attraction to men, particular men not of my species, but I swear some of the other warriors seem almost... jealous. Telebruk struts around the place like a peacock, and I must confess that I enjoy the attention. [pagebreak] Entry 16: Big-Grin was killed today. Those damned Spriggans... I'm going to have to do something about them. The twins Terkle and Spakle fought it off, but not before it opened Big-Grin's throat. Telebruk has been stomping about the place, roarking for an immediate assault, but I convinced him not to. The time isn't right, and we have not the numbers. But someday, I swear it! [pagebreak] Entry 17: I didn't know as much about Riekling culture as I thought. Apparently, traditionally the strongest warrior is the Chief of the tribe, and whoever he beds is the Shaman. Until I came along, there was no Shaman, and apparently you can't have a Chief without a Shaman, so now that we're sleeping together, he has become the Chief and I am the Shaman. I was overwhelmed when Telebruk explained it to me. [pagebreak] Entry 18: I looked back at some of these entries, and I must confess that I completely forgot about the Nirnroot. My old life of an alchemist and researcher is past, now. I am well pleased with my new one - Shaman to the tribe of Perik-Kree, wife and bedmate of Chief Telebruk. [pagebreak] Entry 19: Spakle, Three-Finger, and Meukalla died today on the upper platform outside. Longspear is still outside, on watch for more Spriggans. Terkle is beside himself with grief. To Oblivion with them all. It's time we killed off these Spriggans and took the island for ourselves, Kynareth be damned! Like most of my scenarios, it's currently pretty simple, and probably won't get much more complex, but I do have some plans for a short quest or two. Nice ! 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Z0mBieP00Nani Posted April 19, 2017 Posted April 19, 2017 For example, hired by the college as an anthropologist assistant, player could "join" a tribe of rielkings, move them on Skyrim, investigate the past of their specie... and marry the princess... I like the potential idea of the player character being "sexed into the tribe", I don't know about "marrying the princess" though, but marrying the prince.. I like the sound of that better. or better yet make it so that, all of that depends on the preferences you've set in an MCM menu. I agree though, I'm kind of puzzled as to why something like this hasn't been done yet. Rieklings are apparently not outside of engaging in sexual behavior outside of their species as well, there is an "Easter egg" where one Riekling has stashed two rolls of linen and a pile of copies of "The Argonian Maid" in a small hut in one of the dungeons that they inhabit. I've started working on a Riekling-themed alternate start scenario that sort of does this. Ex: here's a journal book used in that scenario. <font face='$HandwrittenFont'> Spriggan Island Exploration Journal [pagebreak] Entry 1: Blessed Kynareth, what is it about this island that draws Your servants? Why do they congregate here? There is an abundance of Nirnroot, that's true, but unlike most places Spriggans lair, the trees don't emit any sort of magical flux. My companion Denegar seems to think it has something to do with the rocks hereabout, which makes no sense. Rocks hardly emit any sort of magical field, but he swears he once read about a form of stone that did, found in Dwemer ruins. Nonsense, I say. Still, I wonder what they're after. [pagebreak] Entry 2: Denegar found some odd tracks in the snow. He didn't know what they were, but I recognized them right off - Rieklings. Now what are those little blue goblinoids doing here? You'd think they would have been killed off by the Spriggans. Denegar doesn't care, he's obsessed with the Spriggans and the Nirnroot and his "magical rocks" theory. I can't help but feel that there might be a way to get past the Spriggans by somehow using these Rieklings. Maybe as a distraction? [pagebreak] Entry 3: It's a small Riekling tribe, very disorganized even for those creatures. Unled, and in danger of being wiped out by the Spriggans. Denegar saw an extra-large Nirnroot right in the middle of the island, and he's been trying to get at it. He's going to get killed by the Spriggans one day, I swear. I think I'll concentrate on the Rieklings - it may be possible to gain the aid of these simple creatures. [pagebreak] Entry 4: They're not as simple as I thought. After a week of observation, I've deduced that their culture is actually quite complex. Strangely enough - or perhaps not, depending on your perspective - it seems to mimic the culture of the native Nords of Solstheim in many ways. One would almost think of them as proto-Nedes, if they weren't so short and blue. I've been trying to learn their language too. It's full of clicks and grunts, but it is an actual language, not just mimickry and random noises. Syntax is superficially simplistic but actually conveys a wealth of information. [pagebreak] Entry 5: As I was watching them, I was being watched. I didn't even know about it. A big Riekling snuck up behind me today, nearly frightened me to death. Instead of attacking me as I expected, he just sat down and started talking to me. He speaks about as much of what he calls "Cyrodil" as I do "Riekling" and we're helping each other learn more. Denegar doesn't seem to care, he's obsessed with studying the Spriggans. Now I'm not saying it's not a noble study. It's why we came here, after all. But I've learned more about Riekling culture in the last two days than any scholar has learned about Kyne's guardians for the past hundred years! The Riekling's name is Telebruk. [pagebreak] Entry 6: Telebruk paints a tale of woe for this tribe. Apparently, they were members of a tribe from the Big World (I think he means the main Solstheim island) but had an argument with their chief. They decided to split off and set up in an old cave system here, but they didn't know about the Spriggans. Their Chief and Shaman both died in an attack, and the tribe is leaderless and in danger of falling apart. My heart bleeds for him. I asked if there was any way I could help... but he just looked at me strangely, then got up and left. I hope I haven't offended him. [pagebreak] Entry 7: I can't believe it. Telebruk managed to convince the rest of his tribe to let me in. After a ritual involving some prepared scathecraw, they've accepted me into their tribe. This cave complex is much bigger than I thought! And there's a strange area with what looks like ancient artificial structures, but the Rieklings shy away from it. It must be dangerous. They let me move in down here, I have my own tent and everything. Denegar isn't officially a member of the tribe, but they seem to be okay with his coming and going. This is the most momentous thing in the history of anthropoligical research to happen in hundreds of years, and he can't stop talking about the damned Spriggans. I'll stick with the Rieklings, thank you. I have to admit I'm still having trouble telling the women apart from the men, though. Telebruk keeps looking at me, and I confess it's giving me... funny feelings. [pagebreak] Entry 8: Denegar started yammering about those glowing rocks today, and the black towers that emit blue light. The Rieklings just stood and watched him as he kept pounding on them. I asked Telebruk, and he said "If Den-grr wants die whack on blood rock, Den-grr get what want. No bother stop, his choice." I managed to pull him away, but he keeps talking about how this proves his magical rock theory. I don't know what these "blood rocks" are, but they make me nervous. [pagebreak] Entry 9: Damn Denegar hasn't come back. I fear he may have been killed. Stupid idiot, he should have known better. No great loss, I suppose. I've been getting to know the names of the others. I still can't tell the women from the men (aside from Telebruk, who is so obviously male, and Plank, who is obviously female), but they paint themselves in unique markings that tell the story of their lives. Fascinating stuff. [pagebreak] Entry 10: Last night, Telebruk came to my tent. I pretended to be asleep, and he just stood there a while, watching me, then he left. Gods, I have butterflies in my stomach. Why am I feeling this way for a little goblinoid? [pagebreak] Entry 11: At my insistence, we've finally erected the watchtower outside. That way we can watch for Spriggans coming down the rocks before they get to the cave. It's for the best, it really is, but I can't help feeling like the Spriggans are going to want to stop this incursion eventually... [pagebreak] Entry 12: Telebruk came to my tent again. This time I was ready, though - I was lying on top of the bedroll, nude, displayed like some cheap harlot for all the world to see. This isn't like me! But... I can't stop thinking about him! He stood there a while, and to my shocked delight, took out his cock and started masturbating. He came like a fountain, then left. Gods, what has happened to me? [pagebreak] Entry 13: Telebruk came to my tent again last night. At first I pretended to sleep, but as he masturbated over me, I opened my eyes and looked right at him. He paused for a moment, and then slowly came toward me... I spread myself for him, and he mounted me, taking his pleasure rough and fast. By the divines, the feeling of his hard cock in me, pumping in and out, his soft beard tickling my breasts... it was so incredibly arousing. And when he filled me with his warm seed, I bit my own hand so as not to cry out and wake the others. I would complain that it didn't last very long, but a second time that night he took me again, and was slow, soft, and gentle. For such a powerful warrior, he has the hands of a lover. And the third, and the fourth. So tired today... and a little sore. The old me would have been revolted, but now... it seems so natural, so right. Gods, Telebruk... [pagebreak] Entry 14: Plank, T'karaa, Meukalla, and Half-Ear came to me with a proposition today - they want to build another tower on the rocks above the entrance. We have plenty of wood and bone, so it won't be a problem. I just worry about the Spriggans getting riled because of it. They're just so enthusiastic, though. I said yes. p.s. Why are they asking for my permission? I may be a member of the tribe, but I'm hardly the leader. [pagebreak] Entry 15: The others know about me and Telebruk. It's not like we've been keeping it a secret, after all, with my excited moans and his piercing ululations punctuating every night. Now, I'm not one to think that I hold some irresistable attraction to men, particular men not of my species, but I swear some of the other warriors seem almost... jealous. Telebruk struts around the place like a peacock, and I must confess that I enjoy the attention. [pagebreak] Entry 16: Big-Grin was killed today. Those damned Spriggans... I'm going to have to do something about them. The twins Terkle and Spakle fought it off, but not before it opened Big-Grin's throat. Telebruk has been stomping about the place, roarking for an immediate assault, but I convinced him not to. The time isn't right, and we have not the numbers. But someday, I swear it! [pagebreak] Entry 17: I didn't know as much about Riekling culture as I thought. Apparently, traditionally the strongest warrior is the Chief of the tribe, and whoever he beds is the Shaman. Until I came along, there was no Shaman, and apparently you can't have a Chief without a Shaman, so now that we're sleeping together, he has become the Chief and I am the Shaman. I was overwhelmed when Telebruk explained it to me. [pagebreak] Entry 18: I looked back at some of these entries, and I must confess that I completely forgot about the Nirnroot. My old life of an alchemist and researcher is past, now. I am well pleased with my new one - Shaman to the tribe of Perik-Kree, wife and bedmate of Chief Telebruk. [pagebreak] Entry 19: Spakle, Three-Finger, and Meukalla died today on the upper platform outside. Longspear is still outside, on watch for more Spriggans. Terkle is beside himself with grief. To Oblivion with them all. It's time we killed off these Spriggans and took the island for ourselves, Kynareth be damned! Like most of my scenarios, it's currently pretty simple, and probably won't get much more complex, but I do have some plans for a short quest or two. I like it, it's a good back story. I would frame up entries 10 and 12 as more of playing a prank that gets out of hand, as it comes across as kind of rushed and maybe a bit comedic the way it is now IMO, otherwise I really like the scenario that's being described. It's very believable. Something like this: Entry 10: Last night, Telebruk came to my tent. I pretended to be asleep, and he just stood there a while, watching me, then he left. In any other circumstance, I might find that kind of behavior to be a bit creepy, but I don't feel threatened by him, and it's kind of hard to feel that way about a cute little goblinoid besides.. I think I'll play along next time, it could be good fun. Entry 12: Telebruk came to my tent again. This time I was ready, though - I was lying on top of the bedroll, nude, nervously displayed like some cheap harlot for his viewing pleasure. This isn't like me!... I haven't behaved this way since my college days! But it feels so... freeing. Telebruk stood there a while, at first I couldn't tell if he was surprised or embarrassed, but then to my shock, he took out his cock and started masturbating. He let out a quiet moan and came like a fountain, then left. Behind my shock and suppressed laughter, I found the whole encounter kind of, arousing... Gods, what is happening to me?
nosdregamon Posted April 19, 2017 Posted April 19, 2017 Rieklings, you say? What about aternate riding styles for them? 572px-RieklingCharger.png9f8b4ee1b7a53c9cb835797ee54df.jpg if somebody can design the animations and stuff for that, could be nice, yes... I just looked at the riding riekling and that's actually just one critter with one conjoined skeleton for both the rider and the boar. I think, they wont seperate easily. Damn, so many ideas, so little time.
Content Consumer Posted April 20, 2017 Posted April 20, 2017 Nice ! So, I let you the priority. Oh, not at all! The more the better, and you do excellent work. Besides, this is for CCAS, and there are a bunch of people who don't use LAL, so it's kind of limiting. Not to mention that it won't be updated for quite some time. I'm not laying any sort of claim on the idea. I like it, it's a good back story. I would frame up entries 10 and 12 as more of playing a prank that gets out of hand, as it comes across as kind of rushed and maybe a bit comedic the way it is now IMO, otherwise I really like the scenario that's being described. It's very believable. "Rushed and comedic" pretty much sums up my whole modding style. Heck, just look at the rest of my writing - by comparison, this is practically War and Peace. But you're right, it is rushed (though I don't agree with comedic necessarily) - this is just something I threw together quick-like a couple of days ago, it's bound to need some revision. More stages, at the very least - going from 0 to 60 in what looks like ?three days? is a bit weird. Conceptually, there's a lot of time that's passed between the various entries, but I didn't include dates or anything, so it isn't noticeable.
Z0mBieP00Nani Posted April 20, 2017 Posted April 20, 2017 Nice ! So, I let you the priority. Oh, not at all! The more the better, and you do excellent work. Besides, this is for CCAS, and there are a bunch of people who don't use LAL, so it's kind of limiting. Not to mention that it won't be updated for quite some time. I'm not laying any sort of claim on the idea. I like it, it's a good back story. I would frame up entries 10 and 12 as more of playing a prank that gets out of hand, as it comes across as kind of rushed and maybe a bit comedic the way it is now IMO, otherwise I really like the scenario that's being described. It's very believable. "Rushed and comedic" pretty much sums up my whole modding style. Heck, just look at the rest of my writing - by comparison, this is practically War and Peace. But you're right, it is rushed (though I don't agree with comedic necessarily) - this is just something I threw together quick-like a couple of days ago, it's bound to need some revision. More stages, at the very least - going from 0 to 60 in what looks like ?three days? is a bit weird. Conceptually, there's a lot of time that's passed between the various entries, but I didn't include dates or anything, so it isn't noticeable. Yeah, it might make a bit more sense if there were dates to go along with the entries. For something that's just "thrown together" it's pretty good though.
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