Nevyngreat

Appreciate your time and concern. Am in no way offended, quite the opposite - grateful for help. I am a loner/perfectionist and was taught if it is worth doing it is worth doing well! Marie Elena is empty and useless for the entire game if u never join the DB. Captain and 4 pirates only spawn when DB contract one is accepted. Gonna try to copy the ship on down the road someday. You and your site have enhanced my OB experience. Many thanks!

Yes, I do understand. I did not intentionally delete anything persistant. There is always a warning that an item has a function when u try to delete it, and I always said no. The only item I recall it happening was a chair in the captain cabin, and when I saw it in Gecko, I told it to ignore. I had only clicked on it to move it over a little. Did u actually see I had wrecked something, or just think I have? ( Not trying to be a smart-aleck) I really wonder. By the way, when it happened I was surprised, because it was not the chair the Captain is sitting in when u come in to kill him - it was the next one over. 1st time I made the mod with the non-custom containers, I joined DB, came to ship - took smuggled crate aboard (still worked) and went up to captains cabin. He was there, killed him, 2 more pirates showed up - Companion in Cap Cabin and I killed them. Went to mid-deck, 2 more pirates showed up - 4 companions there killed them for me. Next - didn't know and don't have a clue how to copy ship. Cool idea, though. Would have done it. Next - why are you eating a cookie while posting ? lol One more thing I want you to know - I understand you are very busy here and can't hand-carry people or jam knowledge into their brains. I don't want to model, or texture. I am interested in making small mods and the lore of Nirn, and have the time and inclination to learn. I wish I had started 3 - 4 years ago, but didn't because I didn't know modding existed. Since joining this wonderful place, my learning curve has been very steep and I crave understanding of what I'm learning. Gonna make a brand - new char and check this over again.

What a relief - yes the mod works fine. 64 DL and 2200 views on old version at Nexus. Gonna post 1.1 now. Only thing wrong with old version was containers were not custom so my mod makes every one of those containers in Tamriel non-respawning. I realize I don't have the right to do that to the world of Nirn. Sorry for my panic. What was throwing me was Arion told me deleted items don't show in Gecko. Well they all do in this mod! I was in a vicious circle, toggle ignore and they came back. Gecko'd it again, then went in-game. It is as I wanted, but now all containers are custom, and more detailed. No yellow in container section. Only yellow is mid-deck, lower-deck, Captains Cabin and Tamriel worldspace. AND every deleted item ?! But that is correct, so I left it this time. Didn't mean to be a pain in the wazoo!

One gecko pic there now, was doing it when u visited

OK, quick history. This is a conversion of the Maria Elena to be a dorm for 5 companions. 1st try, unchecked respawn every container, deleted many things = Wrong! In Gecko - toggled ignore to everything, remade every container custom - no yellow in Gecko. Everything deleted came back. Re-deleted things I didn't want. No conflicts in OBMM, mod in-game has 5 cute elves aboard, no fps lag, all 5 running idle animations, say hello, etc. But in Gecko, 3 or 4 pages of yellow! Don't know what to do at this point to get rid of it. Tried to clean, got exception twice. Btw - DB quest is unaffected and secret way in works. Know for a fact. All u have to do to take over ship is walk aboard and kill 3 pirates outside. Before or after DB mision. And I know ur partial to pirates, DR, so........sorry ! Gecko shot

Well, that was interesting. And quite odd. And very, very profitable. Time to find the Tavern. And a bath! Upon arriving nearby to Fort Sutch, Newt had been met by an Orc named Ulmug-gro-Cromgog and told to hobble Ogan and his two mules in a cul-de-sac behind some large wall remnants. Jazz had taken off immediately when the Orc showed up, proving once again he was a very smart cat. Newt had taken the precaution of rising the previous night at approximately 2 a.m. and burying his four kegs of powder and various other items some distance from his campsite. He had kept a small amount in a tanned boar stomach he used for items that couldn't stand the wet. There had been a marauder supposedly watching his camp, but he had been fast asleep and snoring like an Ogre when Newt had crept up on him. Wonder how he is feeling today. Bet he is staring at the fire, drooling, and scratching his rump. IF he can remember how to build a fire and IF he can remember where his rump is. Good job,Chips, that was a brilliant idea to coat the inside of his pewter mug with that coda flower, heather, and dreugh wax infusion. He will be so stupid and disgusting that for the next three days even his Orc buddies won't come within a mile of him! Gotta make sure to put that in my book someday. Nearby was a trap-door in the foundation of a destroyed building. Drawing some small comfort from the fact he had been allowed to keep his weapons, he went over to it as he was told. Still, he had gone down into the tunnels beneath it with a heightened sense of dread. He hated the underground with a passion. Once he left the sky behind, his natural optimism vanished almost instantly. His hands began to shake, and his voice climbed in timbre to almost a squeak. It irritated him immensely, but he had never been able to make the slightest progress in ridding himself of his subterranean dread. The Dwemer had lived underground, and their entire race had vanished! Following the smelly, armor-plated Orc away from the ladder and deeper into the tunnels had taken almost all the courage he possessed. Newt was scared, but he didn't see any specific danger at the moment, so his resolve to see this mystery through drove him on. Ahead was some knee-deep water. He hated underground water worse than underground dirt. Then the passage slanted upwards, and his spirits also began to rise with the increase in elevation. Soon to find out what this is about, I reckon. After many turns that he committed to memory, they finally arrived in a large, better lit, multi-level area. On a small ledge in the distance was a Redguard woman waving impatiently. Ulmog pointed to go to her. Newt made a right and the next left up some stairs to where she was waiting. On a raised stone platform there was a red upperclass bed and on it was a huge Orc that appeared to be dead. After a quick examination, Newt decided he was not deceased, but in some sort of suspended animation. Having heard of a Dark Brotherhood poison that could induce those effects, he hoped the bottle he had brought here would prove to be the correct antidote. Going back to the closest cooking fire, he began to prepare a pot of Willow Anther and Corkbulb tea. The province of Morrowind was a highly dangerous place, but the Gods in their wisdom had provided it with a bounty of extremely useful herbs. Mixing the unknown medicine with his tea, he went back upstairs. Using a hollow reed, he gave the comatose Orc small draughts until it was all gone. Suddenly drained by his hopes; and his fears, he went to the nearest bedroll and fell almost instantly asleep. He awoke when he realized the huge Orc was dragging him to his feet.....and hugging him! The smell of 400 pounds of long-comatose Orc and the strength of the bearhug almost ended his life right then, but he survived. That night many marauders from miles around showed up and they had a huge feast. Newt returned to his buried supplies and contributed 12 bottles of cheap wine to the festivities..... They lasted about half that many minutes. The Redguard woman, who turned out to be very attractive seemed to find Newt irrestible. Taking his hand late in the night as the snores and belches rose in intensity in the main hall, she showed him to a small room she had furnished and maintained for herself. Waking the next morning, Newt felt so content he completely forgot (for a few minutes) that he was still below gound. Speaking of smells, I always seem to come out smelling like a rose, he thought with a satisfied grin. Bagamol-gro-Lorbgurnol was the huge Orc's name , and when he saw Newt later that day he proceeded to try to pound him on the back with delight. (Blows that would have broken his spine and every rib he owned). Crooking his finger, and smiling an evil Orcish smile, he motioned for Newt to follow him. Arriving at an ancient-looking chest in a side tunnel, he lifted the lid and moved aside. Peering into the chest, Newt smiled a very similiar smile and shook the Orc's huge green hand fiercely.

"Whoa! Ogan, easy now! I know your ready to travel, I am, too. Almost seven weeks in the Imperial City! Did you enjoy your vacation? Bet you had some adventures of your own here at the Chestnut Handy Stables." Newt had to chuckle at the sight of the three beautiful mares that were standing at the gate to the corral staring intently at Ogan with somewhat crestfallen expressions. Horses have so much personality. I just love them. It's a shame Men and Mer are not as honest and dependable. Making sure all was in readiness, and quite pleased that no nasty llamas pack-beasts would be traveling with him on the rest of his eventual return to Valenwood, he headed for the Wawnet Inn. He needed to get his six remaining orange trees and say his goodbye's to his newest investor, the lovely Nerussa. Discussed wines into the wee hours of the night, we did. And sampled quite a few of her vintages! Newt's visit to the Imperial City had been a wildly successful, highly profitable adventure in and of itself. The Davilu dagger had resulted in a profit of over 8000 septims, though it was probably worth more. He had not been able to discover what the blue glow enchantment was, but the buyer must have known, and it rankled him a little. No amount of Cyrodillic brandy had been able to loose his tongue, either. Newt's unique ability to cure hangover with a remedy he knew how to make had stood him in good stead the next morning! He was, however relieved the dagger was no longer in his chest nearby. The two Dwemer texts had been examined at the Arcane University and pronounced genuine. Arch-Magister Traven had placed them in the Archives with much pomp and circumstance. Newt had been given an official document listing him as an accomplished "Finder of Antiquities" and more to his liking he had been promised perpetual access to the Libraries for research at any time. He planned in his old age to publish accounts of his travels, similiar to The Argonian Accounts. After several clandestine meetings with Armand Christophe, he had been able to aquire four small kegs of black powder. Several merchants had told him they they could get him some, but never had. It was part of the reason he had stayed so long here. He had traded his two Dwemer maces and considerable coinage for them. These will come in quite handy, I'm sure. Hard to find, and quite expensive. He had also purchased an Ebony Crossbow, but was less than pleased with it. He found it much too slow to load and fire, though it did have impressive hitting power. I'm sure some City Guard Captain somewhere would want to buy it later on. Looking over his shoulder towards the west, Newt said a mental goodbye to the city. Center of the Universe. Had a great time, but a Wood Elf is a wilderness creature at heart. Newt's purse was fat, his outlook optimistic, and his future appeared bright. As he left the bridge and returned to the road surface, he saw Jazz over near the water's edge to the right of the Inn. "That's enough fishing. Leave some for later. C'mon, we're getting back on the road very soon." The cat gave him one of his patented one-eyed looks that were his speciality and came over to check out the two mules that were roped behind Ogan. They snorted and stamped their feet, but when they saw that Jazz wasn't impressed, they subsided and sniffed him gingerly. Leaving them to get better acquainted, Newt hurried over to load his trees. Still plan on planting these at that Tavern when I find it. Returning from the Inn with a thoughtful expression on his face, he wondered why the Orc had been there waiting on him. He had been told in no uncertain terms that he was to go immediately to Fort Sutch because his medicinal skills were needed. And they had threatened to eat Ogan if he didn't agree! Newt was no coward, but neither was he a fool, and he didn't care for the prospect of an ongoing feud with all the marauders in Western Cyrodil. As usual, I will find interesting profit opportunities in this situation; I always do! " C'mon, Fishbreath. We're on a mission, and you're done fishing "

This is obviously after toggling ignore on everything and remaking every container in the ship. All of the deleted items came back and I re-deleted them. Now every container is fine, but what is all the yellow every where else ?

OK - I can and will do that... and then post a new esp to Nexus

All I did was look at them and uncheck the respawn.

OBMM found no conflicts in this mod, but today I finally Gecko'd it and it is FULL of yellow ! I made no changes at all to Maria Elena, but I did check every container for respawning. I also moved a lot ot the furniture around, Is that what has caused all the yellow entries? I do not want a dirty mod out there, and it was dloaded 41 times today at Nexus. Someone please help me with this. I would appreciate it very much.

I am fairly new here - taking CS Basic classes now. Was self-taught (bad idea) but have redone every player home In game before (with container errors) which I no longer make. Enjoy creative cluttering - would help here if wanted. Landscaper 30 years in RL, know what plants look good together. Some pics in gallery - have permission to renovate Wine Overhaul - almost ready for release.

HI DR - CS # 4 complete now. Gecko'd and posted.