#he was the falkreath one

[libartz]

gotta catch em all

[karlobears]

Picked up WolfQuest some weeks back, fulfilling a childhood dream as an adult; been messing with new wolves of varying difficulties but I am attached to this boy here. Who literally got slapped down by a fucking elk and fractured his leg. I have since learned how to hunt better xD

[ehlnofay]

solitude!

Solitude - Who's your favorite Jarl? Who's your least favorite? Why these?

I think I have to say elisif... there's so much going on with her and so many ways to interpret her character and the position she's in. she is the most interesting for sure. idgrod ravencrone is a close second though I love a rad old woman who sees beyond the veil and loves to play pranks at important events

as to my least favourite... I can't name them because my least favourites are the boring ones I don't remember. this game has so many mediocre guys who lounge around in the throne pose. all of the jarls should be far-seeing old women or young women in extremely difficult circumstances I would care about them then

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Maybe its my intense bias but almost all the Stormcloak Jarls suck? I mean like as people AND as rulers. There's a few exceptions but still..

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Eastmarch: Ulfric. Helps Nords. Doesn't help anyone else. Even the other Stormcloak Jarls say they think Ulfic is self interested. Many also seem to think his rebellion is justified, but that Ulfric is doing it for selfish reasons.

Falkreath: Dengeir. Lowkey losing his mind. Suspicious of everyone including abjectly loyal citizens. Only better than Siddgeir because he's not corrupt.

Haafingar: Ulfric again except hes King now. See above.

Hjaalmarch: Sorli the Builder. Totally aloof. Morthal's citizens seem to hate her just as much as Igrod Ravencrone. Cut dialogue shows she isn't even interested in ruling Morthal and wants a position in a more prestigious Hold like Riften.

The Pale: Skald. Huge asshole and abusive to everyone. Probably the worst jarl in any hold because he cant even get Stormcloak loyalists to like him. Enough said.

The Reach: Thongvor Silver-Blood. Genocidal and enriches his family via Cidnha mine slave labor. Thinks his money entitles him to power. Huge racist against non-nords. Hates Forsworn but seems to cover up for their presence in the city while also wanting to imprison them for his mines. Basically a dumber racist version of Maven Black-Briar.

The Rift: Laila Law-Giver. Decent as Jarls go but along with everyone else in Riften politics, she is complicit in corruption. Still far far better than Maven Black-Briar *literally* running the city after the Empire retakes it.

Whiterun: Vignar Grey-Mane. Decent old coot. Has pride in his strong Nord values while not being a racist or overly xenophobic (in comparison at least). Seems proactive about working to protect Whiterun and it's people.

Winterhold: Korir. Racist xenophobic bigot who seems to be passing his prejudice to his son who espouses similar views. Actively hates the College despite it being the only thing bringing people to Winterhold anymore. Won't even foster good relations with the only thing contributing to the economy of Winterhold. Complains about Winterholds decay so asks you to get some ancient crown purely so *he* can get more respect from other jarls. No actual benefit to the hold. Literally blames it on the College when it gets extra cold outside.

All in all, the Imperial Jarls of Falkreath and Riften are the only ones who seem worse than their Stormcloak replacements/alternatives IMO.

Of course it's all my opinion! What are your thoughts?

[dawns-beauty]

I've scrungled your local alchemist.

Nurelion has always bothered me, he just looks like a regular Altmer when he is supposed to be frail and dying. So I set about changing that with custom clouded eyes, thinning white hair, more gauntness, and a more, uh, complex complexion. Now that's what I call a fella who should stay at home, instead of going on a dangerous quest!

I've got two different versions: Elderly, which uses your default textures, and Truly Elderly, which uses the wrinkly, saggy Tempered Male Skins Elder Race textures, but with the elven brow ridge built into the normal maps.

He will be released in my Elderly Elves modules, whenever I finish them.

I am currently planning on covering:

Devenin, Bosmer in Solitude

Runil, Altmer priest of Arkay in Falkreath

Calcelmo, Altmer court wizard in Markarth (nephew coverage for consistentcy will be an optional module)

Neloth, Dunmer wizard on Solstheim

These elves are all either old in lore or use the old man voice. I will also offer patches for the old people in Children of the Pariah (Yatul, Sharamph, Murbul, Bolar, and the Old Orc.) Any more suggestions?

I ended up making elderly textures for both male and female, all 4 Mer races, so I will also release the ones I don't use as a modder's resource.

[unironicallytes]

HELLO EVERYONE I HAVE SOME THINGS TO SAY ABOUT ASTRID!!!

(Discussion and sharing of thoughts encouraged even if they're opposing viewpoints, please join me in the sandbox)

In working on Dear Brother's timeline, I've been revisiting a lot of the canon even around the Skyrim era, and I find Astrid so much more compelling and sympathetic nowadays. I used to dislike her a lot, because I was coming fresh off of Oblivion and also hadn't deep-fried my brain in lore yet. I was playing the Skyrim DBh with @orfeoarte last night and we got to talking about her again, specifically about how she's probably having a crisis of faith during the game.

Like, in thinking about the entire Dark Brotherhood questline from Astrid's perspective ... she's the matron of the last Sanctuary. They haven't had a Listener since 4E188 - that's 14 whole years without a religious leader, organizational leader, or any of the Black Hand for that matter. (As far as I can tell, Rasha sounded like a Speaker from Cheydinhal, and he lasted until 4E189 according to Cicero's journals.)

Basically, up until this point, Falkreath stayed functional due to Astrid's leadership alone, and Astrid herself went through that bearing the knowledge that their gods had probably abandoned them. That's a lot to deal with. Imagine the absolute inner turmoil of turning your back on the Brotherhood's religion, because there's no point in holding to a spiritual leader that refuses to lead. Maybe Astrid had spent a few of those 14 years mourning, wondering why she'd received no guidance; but eventually, she had to amputate that part of herself and move on because no one else was going to do it for her. She would've needed to focus on the survival of the order that was left, rather than cling to the ashes of the one that was dead and gone. Besides, the latter seems to have collapsed in on itself because the Hand couldn't even agree on how to move forward, so why would she follow their lead?

All that being said, 14 years pass, Astrid keeps it together, keeps the last remaining family together ... then suddenly out of fucking nowhere, Cicero shows up with the Night Mother herself, spouting the old ways. A bit jarring, a bit poor taste - it's not his fault, he has no idea what this Sanctuary might have been through. He hasn't interacted with family members at all for these 14 years, and he probably expected them to be exactly as he remembered them. And then, barely any time into Cicero's arrival, the Night Mother finally chooses someone, and it's Astrid's newest recruit.

Like, how dare she, after all these years of abandonment? Wouldn't that infuriate you? In Astrid's eyes, the Night Mother hasn't done shit for her. No wonder Astrid's immediate reaction and tone is basically "are you fucking kidding me" followed by "I need time to process this." It makes a lot of sense that she resists the return to tradition, both from a leadership level and from a personal level. No wonder she shatters through Tenet 1 in front of Cicero and everyone, no wonder she tries to get you removed from the equation, too.

Extremely interesting character right there!!! I am spinning her on the microwave plate-- ..... ....... ah, well, uh. I suppose the Penitus Oculatus did that already, poor choice of words.

[dirty-bosmer]

WIP Wednesday

(Wierd format cause otherwise tumblr won't let me tag more than 5 people)

I was tagged last week by @thequeenofthewinter @throughtrialbyfire

@inkysqueed @bostoniangirl21 @theoneandonlysemla and @skyrim-forever Thank you friends <3

Tagging you all again this week, and also tagging @elavoria @vivifriend @rainpebble3 @ladytanithia @sheirukitriesfandom

@wispstalk @kookaburra1701 @sylvienerevarine lets see some wips, if you've got em :)

More Slither and Writhe today. A snip of Sylawen and Thrynn make their way through Falkreath.

It was late afternoon, and the waning sunlight found them scattered and weak through the fingers of the pines. Whatever storm had been brewing reached them moribund, no more than a formless mist, but it was cold mist all the same, and it sank deeply. Straight down to the bone.  The mud sucked at Sylawen’s boots, adding a pound to each stride, and this weather was doing something awful to her skin. Her cheeks burned. Her lips flaked; she could feel the dead bits of it grappling for purchase on her lower lip, so she scraped them off with her teeth, and the thin, bleeding cuts left in their place stung whenever she licked them. I hate Skyrim, she decided then. What a dirty, ugly place filled with dirty, ugly people. And never before had she felt so dirty and ugly either. It was a good thing then that she had Thrynn for company. Juxtaposed, he was still the more unsightly one between them. Wind-chafed but optimistic, Sylawen trudged on. No matter where they ended up, it couldn’t be much worse than where she’d started, and hopefully the next town over stocked a healthy supply of ointment. The thick, pasty kind with zinc. Her stomach rumbled, not the first time that day. “I’m hungry,” she said aloud as if Thrynn hadn’t heard the rumbling, but he didn’t acknowledge her. Not that she’d much expected him to. Still sore about the whole eye-stabbing thing, he spoke little at all to her while they traveled. Stubborn baby. If she could move past the emotional distress of her abduction, why, a little bodily harm was nothing! So dramatic! “Do you know where we are?” Sylawen tried again.  “Not with any more certainty than I did the last time you asked.” “Shouldn’t you be able to… I don’t know, look at the sun and discern the cardinal directions or something?” Thrynn scowled. “What do I look like, a bird heading south for the winter?” “I merely assumed,” Sylawen said, “given you were living out here in the wilds like a barbarian, that perhaps you’d have picked up some primitive survival skills.” “And if you’d any survival skills of your own, you’d know when to shut your mouth and let a man enjoy his peace.” “Hmph!"

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

Of all of them I think she probably hates the Eastmarch one the least. It's still warm enough (even in windhelm) and she does think it's pretty. She just hates HAVING to wear it and not being allowed any of her weapons

Eryn's Thane dresses, that yeah she does have to wear when she has to do thane stuff.

Whiterun, Eastmarch (she also has to wear that for other court stuff when Ulfric becomes High King), and Falkreath

[mothzarellaman]

so a few days ago, i shared an image of miraak suddenly appearing near whiterun and beating a sabre cat to death.

this game, besides like. unofficial skyrim patch and a hair mod, is unmodded. he just did this.

but allow me to continue the tale through discord screenshots. A more proper retelling is below the read more.

So, I was deciding to walk across one side of Skyri

m to another, specifically in search of the Dragon Priest mask totem/holder thing. (I found it later but that's irrelevant) So I began the walk from the Serpent Stone to Falkreath. As I was walking, I saw someone fighting a sabre cat in the road. That someone? Miraak.

He's punching the poor thing to death, doing very little damage in the process because he's probably a limp noodle let's be real. It's unclear why he's here. And why he's punching the sabre cat. But he wins. And walks away.

So what do we do? We follow him. (We being me and Farkas). We cannot talk to him, pickpocket him, or damage him in any other way. No shouts, nothing. He is walking very pointedly along the road, to some unknown destination. Eventually, we see another sabre cat. And Miraak? Well, he locks in. Lightning goes flying as he kills it. No punches this time, just lightning. It's unclear why he didn't do this earlier. He is very aggressively shouting, to no effect. Farkas runs to help him.

Once its dead, he keeps walking. This continues for a while. Occasionally we find already dead goats. He loots them. I steal a goat leg from a corpse and he sadly walks away. I kill a goat for him. He throws a tantrum and jumps into the river. He emerges and he's normal again. We continue walking and eventually meet a group of revelers. They offer my Dragonborn (Pan) some alcohol. We say yes. Miraak? He doesn't say a word. He keeps walking. He fights a few bears. We have an immortal bodyguard, apparently.

Eventually, I realize we're heading towards Windhelm. So I wonder if he's trying to go back to Solstheim. Surely, he's going to go through Windhelm? No. He is not. He completely skips the bridge, and instead keeps walking, and eventually stops at the ice floes across from the Windhelm docks. He has not said a word.

if you read this far enjoy a screenshot and the meme it got compared to

[moodcrab]

Fixing Skyrim's Daedric Quests

Part II - Clavicus Vile

Honestly this was the most underwhelming Daedric Quest in Skyrim, but Skyrim is by no means unique in this as it's just the most recent in a long line of underwhelming Clavicus Vile quests in the Elder Scrolls franchise. Vile, the god of wishes, deals and dodgy monkey palm style tricks forms a natural counterpart to the Divine Zenithar, god of honest work and trade, but for some reason there isn't a Vile quest that isn't "Go to dungeon and kill X". Skyrim, to its credit, tried to make it interesting with Barbas, but still resorted to "go to this cave and kill this guy."

The whole story of Sebastian, the mage who wished for a lycanthropy cure for his daughter only for Vile to grant him an axe, is a truly boring misunderstanding of what Vile is all about. An axe isn't a cure, not even in an ironic double meaning of the word cure. Any axe, indeed any weapon or spell, can kill a werewolf, but he didn't wish for his daughter to be killed, something he could easily do without making a deal with the devil. There are several ways to cure lycanthropy in Tamriel, death is not one of them. If you have cancer but you die in a car accident you are not cured of cancer, literally the opposite in fact. This isn't a mind bending M Night plot twist, it's bullshit. Not only is a dead werewolf not a cured one, he didn't wish for his daughter to be killed, so there's nothing stopping him from just throwing the axe in the sea and going to find a Glenmoril Witch. Vile gains nothing from this arrangement, and Vile doesn't enter into arrangements that don't benefit him.

A true Vile wish would have cured the lycanthropy in such a way that causes unforeseen consequences that end up killing the daughter, dooming her soul to The Fields of Regret, his realm of Oblivion. The wish would be technically granted, but it backfired horribly. The only thing remotely Clavicus Vile-ish was the big "rug pull" at the end of the quest where he offers you the axe if you kill Barbas, and like, no. No thanks. I have access to better axes, I'm not killing a dog for this *two handed 🤮* one. I never wanted this axe, there is no reason in the quest to even use the axe yourself let alone grow attached to it, unlike Barbas who has now accompanied me all through the quest. This isn't a choice.

Quest: Best Wishes

The quest opener is being moved from Falkreath to Morthal, because vanilla Morthal has no general store. Well, now it does. Compared to all the other stores you visit it will have a unique look, very mysterious and quirky with oddities on the shelves, and the owner will be an eccentric character with a cute dog. For the quest to activate you must have traded at the store a few times and reached a level. On entering, the owner will be distraught and refuse to trade unless you agree to find his dog who has gone missing.

You go on a bit of a dog hunt. Asking around Morthal gets you little useful information. In fact, if you ask certain people, they will say some curious things; like they have no idea who you're talking about, or that there isn't a general store in Morthal at all, "Oh that old place? That closed down when I was a child after old man whatever died"...

You eventually track the dog down outside the city and, surprise, it talks! Barbas explains the situation, that he is the somewhat loyal side kick of Clavicus Vile, who has an offer for you. He also makes it clear, this offer is an invitation only, you would walk away right now if you were wise. Assuming you aren't a pussy, you of course return Barbas to the shop and hear the offer.

The shopkeeper transforms into Vile, in all his jovial Skaafin glory. He tells you about a wish he has recently received, one that he would like your help in granting. There's this would be merchant in the city of Whiterun named Ysolda, who you have likely already met as she is a very popular wifu, she has been a devout Zenithar worshipper for years, but has become impatient with waiting for her hard work to pay off. She really wants to be a trader, and has prayed to Vile to make it so. If you agree to take care of it for him, he will reward you. As Barbas has recommended, you can quit the quest right now. Or...

You head to Whiterun and start investigating Ysolda. It's up to you how the wish gets granted, depending on what you discover about her:

1. She would like to buy the Bannered Mare of her friend Hulda, who isn't ready to sell. So you could ruin the business to make Hulda desperate to sell, but Ysolda would get a ruined inn. Or you could forge Hulda's will and stage an "accident", so Ysolda inherits the inn at the expense of her friend's life.

2. She has done some work with the Khajiit caravans, learning what she can about mercantile skills, but expressing how hard and horrible their lifestyle sounds. Investigating this will lead you to a secret meeting between Ysolda and an Orc. The Orc hands Ysolda a "the goods" but Ysolda complains there isn't enough. The Orc explains how dangerous getting it is. Ysolda doesn't care, she tells him he needs to go get more. If you follow the Orc to Sleeping Tree Camp you'll witness his death at the hands of the giants there. On his body there is an incriminating note, which you could show to the Whiterun guard captain, who will banish her from the city as punishment. Ysolda will spend the rest of her days with the Khajiit caravan, living as a vagrant and exiled from her home, but a trader, just as she wished.

3. As Barbas, who will accompany you, advises, you could warn Ysolda and break your side of the bargain. She believes your story (how else could you have known about the wish?), but depending on your speechcraft and personality attribute - because a fixed Skyrim would obviously have attributes - you either strike the right amount of fear into her that she flees to the temple to seek sanctuary, or you miss your mark and she decides to go check out this shop in Morthal for herself. When she gets there Vile will reluctantly let her take over the store, but if Ysolda repents she will one day become a Priestess of Zenithar, and convert the shop into a fledgling temple.

Just Deserts

When you return to the general store in Morthal it will have transformed into an abandoned ruin.

Any outcome of options one or two will please Vile, he will award you his Masque which will be light or heavy armoured dependant on which skill is higher for you and it will have a powerful speechcraft, personality and price discount enchantment. You also have the opportunity later on to take over and run the shop yourself.

If Ysolda comes to Morthal to take over the store, Vile will be annoyed at you and Barbas for being boring, but will accept that the wish is technically granted and Ysolda, now his devotee, will be spending her afterlife in his realm. You get the Masque but she gets the store ( unless you marry her...)

If you break your deal and save Ysolda, you get a curse; permanent debuffs to speechcraft, personality and prices. The cost of being a hero is high, especially when it comes to the Daedra. (Maybe Ysolda can lift the curse once her temple is up and running, but that will be a while).

[idalynsskyrimdiaries]

Talking about Taliesin ✨️🗡

Now I haven't fully played out the new update for our favorite charming mer, I'm getting there (new PC has not arrived yet)! I just wanted to ramble a bit about him hehe

I love him! His voice is stellar, and he's very funny! Definitely enjoyed spamming clips of him to my equally as ecstatic (and thirsty) closest friend. Now, that being said...

Me and my friend are completely polarized in our approach to Taliesin. While they want to just shove a wedding ring on his finger, I just wanna fight him 😭

And then shove a wedding ring on his finger! 😃

Here are examples as to why I should have DB characters NOT based on myself:

[Keep in mind I do not have the direct quotes memorized. Bear with me 🙇‍♀️]

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*First encounter near the Falkreath Talos shrine*

"Listen here, you little worm, I survived the Great War! I can survive a simple knife wound. I hope."

Me: *looking around* Oh, he's talking to you, right? *looks over at dead body* He's talking to you like that, right? Because I can't find the person who he just called a 'little worm' while he's bleeding out... Oh, he's talking to me? Really? Ah, I see. Time to finish the job. *pulls out mallet*

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*After Taliesin rambles on about Haskill*

"I've said too much. I'll have to kill you now."

Me: *slowly looks over at the river nearby* The water over there looks so nice! Maybe we can take a dip for a little while! Oh, you can't swim? Ah, I see, I see. Nice to know. Nice to know...

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*Made the mistake of asking him to rest in a freshly purchased Tundra Homestead*

"Is THIS where you live? When was the last time you cleaned this place?!"

Me: I LITERALLY JUST BOUGHT THIS HOUSE. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!? We didn't even breathe in the air of this place yet, and you're saying it's dirty! If it's that bad, then be a good housewife and sweep the floor!

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*Within foggy areas*

"Don't run too far ahead, I'd hate to lose you in this fog."

Me: *runs faster out of spite* I saw a bear!

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*When Taliesin ran straight into my character without stopping during a crypt exploration*

"You're in MY personal space!"

Me: ... Listen here, Jaundiced Loki. What you are NOT going to do is gaslight me! You ran straight into me like a horse, and you're not small, so that H U R T! Stop shoving yourself into me! My back can take so much stress..! *realized how the last part sounded* Wait, no, not like that-

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*Near the hot springs in Eastmarch*

"Can we please stop by the hot springs? My body aches from carrying your burdens."

Me: *has only given him a few potions to carry* ... You know what, yeah! You can take a nice little break, even take a nap! I'll definitely be by your side when you wake up! I am totally not going to be in Solitude drinking with cute mer who don't drive me insane!

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I swear I love him, I truly do, I just want to fight him one good time to get it out of my system. I don't care if I get my ass handed to me. Just let me climb him like a tree so I can yell "TIMBER!" when he falls down

May make another post like this because there are more moments like this 🤣

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Wednesday Tuesday!

Hello Lovelies! You'll never be able to guess this, but the Ulfric brain rot has completely taken over. Enjoy some future stuff... and! :3c I'll even include WIP art under a cut!

Gonna tag @umbracirrus @madamefluffnstuff @thequeenofthewinter @mavariel @oblivions-dawn

@vivifriend @bostoniangirl21 @aureli-us And anyone else that wants to do this. Please feel free to tag me okay?

Dyrvina stood in the library. She stopped in her tracks and stared. Ulfric sat in the chair. His head propped with his hand against the armrest. She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. The firelight danced across his face. His hair fell over his face. Dyrvina took a few steps toward him before stopping. 

By Talos. What was she doing?

Dyrvina took a step away and went back to the shelves. She trailed her fingers across the spines. Her heart pounded in her head. 

Dyrvina wanted to fix his hair. She wanted to touch his face. She wanted—

“The seafaring section is on the other side.”

Dyrvina jumped. She turned her head. Ulfric leaned back in the chair. He was still half asleep. 

“That section is for tax records.” His voice was low and husky.

Dyrvina looked at the titles under her finger. “Indeed, they are.” She turned when Ulfric stood up and walked over. Her back pressed against the shelf.

“Were you watching me?” He asked.

Dyrvina bit at her lip. She messed with the sleeve of her tunic. She looked up when she felt Ulfric brush his finger near her face.

“It started to rain, again?” He held a piece of her damp hair. His eyes darted to her lips and then the scar across her neck. He dropped the lock. His fingers ghosted across the scar. “What happened?”

Dyrvina looked up at him. She watched the firelight dance in his green eyes. Her lips parted. She felt tears in her eyes.

Ulfric looked back to her lips. Impossibly red. Snowberries? He leaned down. His thumb caressed the scar on her neck.

He was close enough to feel his hot breath on her cheek. She closed her eyes halfway and glanced up.

The door suddenly opened with a loud crash. Ulfric grabbed Dyrvina as the shelf swayed from the power of the door. He used his other arm to brace the shelf. Ulfric glared at the door. 

Galmar stood at the threshold. “We have news from the fort on the Falkreath and Reach border.” The General had a small smirk tease his lips as he turned and left.

Ulfric let go of Dyrvina. He adjusted his clothing and ruffled her hair as he walked past. “We can talk later if you want.” He stretched his back and shut the library door as he left. 

Dyrvina reached up and fixed her hair. Her face burned. Did he…? What did she do? She traced the scar on her neck. How would he even react if she told him? He tried to kiss her. He must’ve been half asleep or dreaming. She messed with the end of her hair. She groaned. She was going to let him kiss her too!  She took a deep breath.

“What were you doing alone with her?” Galmar raised his brows—a smirk plastered on his face.

Ulfric rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I was asleep, hiding from everyone else if you must know…. She was the one….” He covered his eyes. He almost kissed her. The way she looked at him after he asked about her scar. The sadness. The longing to be happy. Why had he thought he could fix that? “I’m not sure how she managed to sneak into the library without my noticing.”

“Probably had to sneak around with Skald.” Galmar looked at Ulfric. “Well, don’t break her heart. We may need her.” Galmar slapped his back.

“I have no intentions.” Ulfric rubbed his temples. Of course, Galmar had to burst into the room. The interruption at least broke him away and he didn’t do something he would have grown to regret. He followed Galmar into the war room.

[rosiesmcposies]

Redoing some old headcannons so here is

Dark brotherhood birthday!

General headcannons with GN reader sfw and fluff

Pre falkreath destruction

If anyone were to throw a birthday party in the dark brotherhood it would be Cicero

I think he just looks for any excuse to hang out with the fellow members due to the fact he’s just lonely tbh

Cicero tries to make it a surprise party and frankly I think most of the members go along with it. The only people I think would be against it would be Nazir or Arnbjorn

Even then Nazir and Arnbjorn would come around tbh

Cicero hires some bards but Astrid does not let them in so he tries to play something and it sucks

Like I think he can play the flute but of corse they don’t have any on hand

I don’t think any member would be like expecting a party but i think most would enjoy it

Personally I don’t think anyone would throw Cicero a party so he just throws one for himself

Post falkreath destruction

At this point I think they appreciate eachother more

The burning of the sanctuary brings everyone a lot closer, learning to appreciate what they have and what they could have lost

Nazir tolerates cicero more than before surprisingly

He still dosent like the guy but he is still apart of their messed up little family

They actually do throw a party for Cicero for his birthday

They don’t go all out but he at least gets a cake and maybe a gift or two

Cicero would be really happy either way with literally anything he gets, he’s just happy he was remembered at this point

I think it’s also an excuse to just drink and party

I don’t think it gets to crazy unless the listener is involved with the planning

Idk maybe sanguine shows up and we get another night to remember

[jasper-explores-selfships]

"If any more fucking bandits try to run me through again, I will hunt them down in the Falkreath wilds and devour their hearts!"

Falco Spara didn't even look up from the book he was reading; he had just gotten to the spicy part of this historical Old Capennan monsterfucker romance, after having silently deducted points for every incorrect historical bit thus far. But only one person would walk into his office unannounced and ranting like a madman. "Jasper. How was Skyrim?"

Jasper Clark scowled deeply, their bushy eyebrows furrowing down over their grey eyes. "Bad. The answer is bad." They flopped down into the chair on the other side of Spara's desk and dramatically threw their arm over their eyes. "'Let's go hunting', Eola said. 'It'll be fun and easy', she said. We went into FIVE Nordic ruins! If I never see another draugr in my extensive life, it will still be too soon!"

Spara placed his bookmark into his book and stuffed it back into the drawer of his desk. He leaned forward over the desk and folded his hands together under his chin, propping himself up with his elbows so he could look at Jasper. "What in the name of Serra took you two into ruins to find bandits? Don't they usually stay in old forts?" Spara knew a lot more about Jasper and Eola's adventures than any other New Capennan did.

He knew what they did with bandits.

"As it turns out, when you start hunting down every bandit camp in Falkreath Hold and the Reach, bandits start to notice!" Jasper ranted. "We did finally find a group, but damn. I ended up fighting two Dragon Priests back to back!"

"I doubt they were much of a challenge for you," Spara chuckled, tucking his wings closer to himself. "And you haven't told me much about how skilled Eola is in combat, but given that you willingly associate with her..."

"Oh yeah, she's great in a fight," Jasper confirmed. They rubbed their face. "It wouldn't be so bad if they didn't keep using frost magic. I hate the fucking cold."

Spara blinked a few times. "...Then why go to Skyrim?"

"Well, how else am I going to hang out with Eola?" Jasper had the gall to look at Spara like he was the crazy one here.

Spara shook his head. He should have known by now that he would never understand how Jasper's brain worked. He just appreciated the fact that they were...arguably...on his side. At least, they were until they got bored. Or until New Capenna collapsed as a society. Whichever came first. "I see," he said, even though he didn't really get it. "Well, next time you go, do tell her that I said hello."

"I will, boss," Jasper said, getting up from their chair. They were much calmer now than they had been when they walked in. "Anyway, figured I'd let you know that I was back in town and ready to get back to work." They were out the door before Spara could even verbally acknowledge what they said.

Spara sighed and dug his book back out from his desk drawer. "Serra, grant me patience..." he muttered under his breath as he opened the book back to where he had left off.

[bluepwnsu]

Xelzaz Version 1.11.0 is now live!

Xelzaz Version 1.11.0

Bug Fixes and Typos

- Altered Xelzaz's Apple Ale's mesh to make it easier to place on a surface.

- Fixed some typos.

- Altered the scripting for Nirnroot tracking in the ‘Of Crimson’ quest.

- Altered the scripting for adding and removing the ‘Use Roovi’ power.

- Added a condition to prevent Xelzaz from Force Greeting you at the Abandoned Shack should you not have had him along for the DB questline.

- Altered the scripting that plays Xelzaz’s theme when you first meet him to prevent it from stacking.

Troubleshooting

- Added a new dialogue option to Roovi where you can ask Xelzaz to drop everything he is doing. This will forcefully kick him out of scenes he may be stuck in and make him reevaluate his packages. 

Additions

- Added a new unique model for Xelzaz’s drink Kyne’s Kiss.

- Added a new unique model for Xelzaz’s drink Fire Salts Cocktail.

- Added more specific location comments.

- Added new general idles.

- Added new combat lines.

- Added new greet lines.

- Added bleedout lines for Xelzaz.

- Added lines for when Xelzaz is healed by the player. (Spells using the ‘RestoreHealthConcActor’ or ‘RestoreHealthFFActor’ magic effect)

- You can now ask Xelzaz where he is residing should you dismiss him. (As long as it is in a Skyrim Hold or Solstheim)

- Xelzaz will now drape his scarf over his face when it snows or there is an ash storm. (This can be toggled on/off)

- Xelzaz may now use some of his own potions when he deems it appropriate. These are on a cooldown. You can adjust the length of the cooldowns in his 'traveling rules' dialogue as well as turning it off completely.

- Added a new interaction that may happen after midnight in Falkreath.

Interactions

- Added new interactions with Remiel ~100 new lines.

- Added new greet lines for Xelzaz in relation to Nebarra.

Quests

- Added a new quest for Xelzaz when you bring him to a meadery: 'The Good Stuff'.

Quest Commentary

- Added commentary for ‘Siege on the Dragon Cult’.

- Added commentary for ‘Distant Memories’.

Dungeons

- Added commentary for Forelhost.

Changes

- Reduced the disposition gained when telling Xelzaz he's sweet for joining in the songs with his family from +5 to +2. (Translators may need to update this script.)

- Added a distance check to Xelzaz's post Meridia quest dialogue so he won't say his line while you are falling from the sky.

Misc.

- Added a description file allowing Xelzaz’s misc items to have a description when used with Description Framework. (Not included in Bethesda.Net version)

- Nexus files are now BSAs rather than loose files.

- Resized Roovi’s in-world model. (Increased her size by 3x)

- Downscaled many textures, reducing Xelzaz’s size by about 250mb

- An optional HD Texture pack is now available for high-res textures of Xelzaz’s models.

- Altered the way ‘Xelzaz is waiting’ quest marker is triggered. The objective is now triggered when Xelzaz begins one of his waiting packages, rather than via his wait dialogue.

- Altered the triggerbox script at the Hammerfell Gate to prevent Xelzaz from triggering the 'Speak with Xelzaz' objective should he leave prior to you taking him there the first time.

Acknowledgements

Thank you to wSkeever for their shovel furniture marker used in their mod 'Shovels Bury Bodies'.

[firefly-factory]

"Nightmares" or, "Her claws sink deeper every night"

Another piece with my young Casimir/Cas/Erandur - This time I tried out a small animation because I had this string mental image of grasping, nightmarish claws.

Even after he escaped the Nightcaller Temple, Casimir still dealt with terrible nightmares. No matter where he fled - from the confines of the Bard's College in Solitude to the open forests near Falkreath - they haunted his sleep. Whether they were the direct act of Vaermina or simply mundane night-terrors didn't matter. They left him shaken. Irritable. Paranoid.

He began avoiding sleep entirely until a run-in with a group of bandits left him injured. Now, left at the whims of a well-meaning healer, he begins to confront his dreams and his past.

Story excerpt below the cut!

~

“Cas.”

He jolted awake, only half-aware of the figure looming over him. Tall, sharp-eared, silhouetted against the light. He cringed away from them, flinching at their outstretched arm. He already knew how this would go.

They lay a hand on his shoulder and, more than anything, he wanted to rip away from their grasp. He braced for the tightening of vise-like fingers, for them to haul him away for Vaermina-knows what. For the sleeping nightmares to give way to waking ones.

He wanted to fight back. He always wanted to. He raised a hand to knock them away—or tried to. But his own body rebelled, and all he could do was tremble.

The hand withdrew, the figure stepping back a few paces so that her silhouette was less harshly defined against the firelight.

“It’s okay, friend,” she whispered, sitting down a few paces away. “You’re safe here.”

Safe. He had a hard time believing that. But there was something about her voice that convinced him that, at the very least, she believed it. “Why did you wake me?” he asked. He was embarrassed by the quiver in his voice, by the way that his hands still shook.

Sleep was the domain of Vaermina. The greatest rule of the temple had been this: to never disturb another’s rest. The Dreamweaver liked her followers best when they lingered in her realm.

The few times Cas was woken involuntarily had been the worst moments of his life.

Occasionally the inner circle would wake novices without warning and then throw them into Quagmire – Vaermina’s realm of Oblivion. It was supposed to be an honor, a rite of passage, but all Cas could remember was the panic and confusion that lingered even days after. Sometimes he wondered if it had been Vaermina’s realm at all, and not just some form of psychological torture. He pinched the meaty part of his hand, trying to remember where he was.

“Hey, look at me." The voice snapped him out of his recollections, and he realized that if she had answered his question, he hadn’t heard any of it. Spring-green eyes met his red. "You’ll be okay.”