[Fans of Prequel Untie! ...damit... UNITE!]

i like the spontaneous fires. and the cute faces kat makes o.o

[Fans of Prequel Untie! ...damit... UNITE!]

dunno why, but i had a nightmare 'cuz of this where voices in my head were telling me weird, scary things and everything went horribly, horribly wrong... then i woke up with a scream and my kitten came to the rescue

[Fans of Prequel Untie! ...damit... UNITE!]

O..O dear lord, where has this been all my life?! thanks for bringing this to my attention.

[[Trailer] Alduin's Fallen]

oh, how fun. Should you need anything in the manner of melee weaponry, i'll gladly volunteer.

[Tavern Tales: Skyrim, Volume One (Legend)]

The frigid northern waters of Skyrim would have stolen Malori's breath, had she needed any, as she washed up in the river behind the Tavern. How long had it been since she had been able to enjoy a real bath with hot water and perfumes? Raurke was a short distance away, on the opposite shore doing the same, and Malori caught him more than once sneaking glances at her with a smile. She knew she should be embarrassed, but he knew her more intimately than should be possible for mortals. There was a sudden fluttering of wings, and a sinking feeling tugged at her gut as she caught sight of a great spectral raven roosted on a nearby limb. Raurke hurriedly pulled on his trousers and flitted over to the raven.

Raurke glanced over the first page of the message the raven carried and set it aflame with a wave of his hand, then read the second with a stern look.

Raven,

Our Highrock contacts have informed us of Thalmor activity at Direnni Tower. More details, as well as a shipment supplies and expenses will arrive in 3 weeks time in Solitude. Travel there by way of Dragon Bridge to dispose of Thalmor operatives located near the village. Our own operative they killed was a good man. If needed, a room in the Winking Skeever has been reserved for you under the name ‘Derek Lexington’, which will remain your code name for this operation.

Regards,

Jackdaw.

Raurke sighed and set this page aflame as well. “It looks like we’ll be travelling again… Highrock… not a bad exchange in climate I suppose, though society’s going to be a lot stuffier than here.†By now, Malori had dressed and made her own way over to the raven and was now petting it gently with a smile. The pair dismissed the raven and went back into the Tavern to pack and see about their rooms with Balow.

As they reached the end of the Tavern's road, they happened upon Manan trying to fix a wagon he'd managed to procure somewhere. "Ho, Raurke! Some assistance for an old man, per chance?" Manan shouted as the Revenants neared. "I seem to have gotten a raw deal on this cart. Bloody wheel's come off, and I'm not strong enough to fix it." The sly old merchant smiled.

"Aye, I guess it wouldn't hurt. Malori, the wheel please, love." Raurke grunted out as he lifted the cart. "Been working that silver tongue of yours again, yeah? I can't imagine this is all from the cats." Malori slipped the wheel back on the axle and drove home the cotter pins to hold it in place.

Manan chuckled. "No, managed to haggle this stuff away from one of the captains docked in Dawnstar. You two traveling then? I'd avoid going to Solitude dressed like that. Brotherhood's been seen skulking about lately, and the Thieves guild's on the rise as well. Gaurds'll likely give you no end of trouble in that armor." Manan grinned, then went to his cart. "Ah, I've got some good clothing that'll make you look like everyday travellers. For a price, of course."

[Tavern Tales: Skyrim, Volume One (Legend)]

The Alinoran sunset cast long shadows and stained the gleaming walls of Alinor's capitol building a breathtaking orange. It would have been a beautiful sight, had Dionos not been other-wise occupied; the Skyrim campaign was weighing heavily on his mind, and the news his

subordinate had brought him did nothing to improve his mood. "What!? And all you did was sell him to those mangy Khajiit?" Dionos seethed, a venemous aura building around the Altmer. "Ah, no matter. With any luck, he'll end up in some dark hole somewhere. hopefully within the Dominion." Dionos' furrowed brow relaxed a bit. "How is the Direnni Tower campaign going?"

"Plague and social discord have given Adriane quite a handfull of resources to work with. She's bolstered her numbers with many undead Bretons. Those halfbreeds have proven usefull afterall." The hooded Altmer said, gleefull malice in his voice. "There's a reason why i'm called 'The Master.'"

"Good. You've managed to keep your head for another day, Havan." Dionos said, somewhat placated with the good news. Smiling, Dionos ran a finger across the smooth moonstone of his war axe.

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Halligan slammed her fist on the table, flustered and annoyed. "Gods Blood! Edwin was a valuable asset, and a good man. Does he have any next of kin?"

"No Ma'am. His family was at Sentinel..." One of Halligan's retainers answered. The damp tomb went silent as the older members reflected on the Night of Green Fire. Halligan seemed to be the most disheartened; it was her charge who'd failed to act quickly enough.

They'd only found out about Edwin by chance; one of Kematu's men had seen Aramel and Gilgamesh in solitude, gloating over killing the 'traitor and

heathen' and selling a group of adventurers to Khajiiti slavers.

"This Direnni Tower business is troubling as well. Maybe we should wake him and have him deal with that directly; traveling is such a pain for me." Halligan conjured a spectral raven and sent it off with a message.

[3D Craftworks: Importing Weapons into Skyrim]

Hi.

Great tutorial, thanks for it.

This method is working on static objects? And what about UVW mapping if I set before? I'll need to re UV the whole mesh?

not sure about statics, but UV mapping stays constant through the process.

[3D Printers]

i want one. as a 3D artist, i WANT one!

[[WIPz] To Put it Bluntly...]

sorry for the lack of progress... migraines, power outages, and distractions. oh my! now to put it in nifskope and send it to a holding area until i get more done.

[[WIPz] To Put it Bluntly...]

It's going pretty well

[[WIPz] To Put it Bluntly...]

alright, i'll get to work on forging these two in a bit. thanks for the input

[[WIPz] To Put it Bluntly...]

haha, thanks IS. i'll try not to botch the UVW maps too badly but yeah, perfect opportunity.

[[WIPz] To Put it Bluntly...]

To Put it Bluntly...

A blunt weapons resource mod/suggestion thread.

There's a distinct lack of blunt weapon mods, and despite my love for blades, I'm willing to take suggestions on blunt instruments.

I'll mainly just be making meshes, though if the mood strikes me, i'll put a couple textures on.

so, that said, feel free to post pictures of things you want made, and i'll do my best to recreate them.

[3D Craftworks: Under Construction]

dhoone, while you're waiting, the blender website has some great tutorials on the blender interface. it'll also give you a bit of a leg up once IS and the others can get some lessons built.

[3D Craftworks: Tips and Tricks]

1: don't overwork yourself. there's nothing wrong with slapping a placeholder on and putting it in-game to gather inspiration. (revisits are the number 1 cause of updates, yanno.)

2: save often, and take breaks! feeds directly off 1. (nothing kills more ideas than over-thinking.)

3: stuck? finnicky tiny details not working right? ask for ideas, or take a break and do a google image search for inspiration.

4: have fun! hobbies should be enjoyable.

just my two septims, and bits of my own workflow.

[Tavern Tales: Skyrim, Volume One (Legend)]

Raurke groaned, slowly coming to. "Why do I feel like I've been dragged halfway to Els..." He'd barely managed to grind out before a small, familiar humanoid shape crashed into him, causing the Breton to knock his head against the cool planking of the shack's wall.

Jack stared, bewildered. "She didn't kill him... did she?" He'd been trying to get the Wood Elf to talk, or atleast get her to smile when she bolted across the room and tackled the barely conscious man. Said elf was now cuddled next to him, saying something in a low, indiscernable voice.

"Yes, my magpie, I'm fine." Raurke said, kissing Malori. "More importantly, where are we, and how did we get here?" He took in his surroundings; they were in a rather ramshackle dwelling, which by the bloodstains and lingering stenches, may have been used for rather nefarious purposes in the past.

Duncan looked up from the private conversation he'd been having with the other woman, Jayn, if memory served Raurke right. "Ah, You're back among the living, friend!" He smiled wryly, both he and the revenant shared a laugh. "So it would seem." Raurke replied. "Jayn was just telling me of her and your wife's little adventure." Duncan smirked. "And quite a tale it's been. skeletons, giant snakes, and a womanizing pirate!" With the last, Duncan gestured to Jack, who flinched visibly when the word 'wife' was used.

Raurke regarded the Imperial with a scrutinizing eye. "Ah, a man after my own heart. She's beautiful, isn't she?"

After being filled in on the events between being subjected to the langourwine and his awakening, Raurke gathered up his belongings, and stepped outside with Malori for a while.

"What do you think they're doin?" Jack asked, a smile on his face.

"Likely not what you're thinking." Duncan interjected.

"How would you know?" Jayn said, giving the two the evil eye.

"Because the dead don't work that way." Raurke interrupted the discussion, looking much better now. He and Malori reclaimed their places as Raurke explained.

Jack and Jayna looked unnerved, though Duncan reassured them that they were atleast trustworthy.

"So, you're what... vampires?" Jack said, having recovered somewhat.

"Something along those lines, but closer to Druagr and Liches." Malori chimed in. "We vary in ability, weaknesses, and personality from individual to individual. We're wildcards among undead, but one thing is constant..."

"Souls." Raurke took over, holding up a translucent blue soul gem. "We survive on the life energy of others. Mudcrab or Monarch, it doesn't matter. But the first must always be black. For those with stronger moral codes, this causes... problems."

This particular bit of information was news to Duncan. "Problems? like what?"

"The personality... no... the very soul of the revenant splits. One half taking on the 'good' characteristics, and the other embodies the 'evil' side. These two forces compete for control."

"I'm assuming you two are the good sides, then?" Jayn spoke up, a hint of avarice in her voice.

Raurke smiled. "If we were going to kill you, we'd have done it long ago. I've completely subjugated my shadow, so rest assured." Raurke held up the gold medallion pendant around his neck. He smiled as his three companions looked at it questioningly. "A phylactery of sorts. a safegaurd, should our bodies be destroyed. They also serve as a prison for our shadows; the 'evil' side."

"Do they work?" It was Duncan's turn to ask questions. "And what do you mean if your bodies are destroyed?"

"So far, yes, and I wasn't always a Breton. I used to be an Elf, until I took a sword to the chest, that is." Raurke chuckled.

Jack was reminded of a gaurdsman in Windhelm who'd told a similar story one drunken night on the docks.

[Dual Wield]

are you running duke patrick's combat mod? is drasticly increases DW attack speed.

[Tavern Tales: Skyrim, Volume One (Legend)]

Raurke's next opponent was a Redguard, and going by the man's walk, had been a sailor of sorts until recently. Ra'Gergio had, not surprisingly, won the coin toss and both men were given cutlasses. Raurke smiled; here was a fight in which he'd be comfortable. The two crossed swords, and wasted little time; neither would yield having made it this far. Raurke had the advantage, his opponent having just come from the previous fight. The man fought fiercely, regardless of his physical condition. No doubt the result of a hardy life at sea. They cut and parried relentlessy, both scoring small cuts, but a well-timed feint and dodge sent the Redguard forward, off balance. Raurke batted the man's cutlass away, pinning it to the ground with his foot and pressed his blade to his opponent's neck. "Do you yield?"

The Redguard was taken aback; he'd given no mercy until now, and mercy was the last thing he expected to receive. All around them, the spectators booed and hissed. Blood lust clearly had taken hold of the various cats. He looked towards the small, tawny khajiit who'd captured him, and recieved a glower of disappointment. "No, I'll not yield yet!" His final view was the look of sorrow and pity on the Breton's face as his sword ran across his neck.

[The Music Video Thread # 2]

enjoy the sound of pants.

[Dual Wield]

yeah, dual flurry 2 and elemental fury 3 gets pretty rediculous. enough so to the point where half of the attacks don't execute unless you've set your shout cooldown to 0 and use slow time along with it.

[Tavern Tales: Skyrim, Volume One (Legend)]

The Nord's vision was getting fuzzy; the wound in his side was letting blood faster than he realized. He had to cut down his opponent now, or he'd never survive the night. He readied his blades, and charged the Breton, feinting right and bringing about his left hand for a fast and heavy strike. The brute blinked, and felt his blow connect; or so it felt. When he opened his eyes, his vision cleared to see the Breton had caught the blade in his bandaged hand; a black liquid seeping from underneath the linen.

"Do you fear death?" Raurke whispered in the dead tongue, pulling a frightened confirmation from the Nord. "Your name. Give me your name, and I'll provide some small solace before you go to your ancestors."

"Bronwulf. My name is Bronwulf, of Ivarstead." The Nord croaked out, voice raspy and on the verge of death.

"Arkay guide you, Bronwulf, and hearken to your absolution at my call." Raurke spoke softly in the dead tongue, plunging his own dagger into the Nord's neck.

As Raurke made his way out of the Ring, Duncan waved him over. "What was that last bit you said to him?" the Imperial inquired, apparently having heard the exchange. "Just a prayer for a dying man." Raurke lied. There'd be little rest for the wicked in the following days for such a sin. "What's the old man up to?" Raurke spat, spying Manan consulting the hedonistic Ra'Gergio about something.

[Lore: Spell Scrolls]

i'd say they're one-time versions of spell tomes, or specially enchantent pieces of parchment that add a spell to the player's spell book. traditionally, in non-ES lore, scrolls allow casting of spells, replacing the standard physical spell components like a pinch of fine sand, and alleviate the taxation of the caster's magicka pool. in exchange, these spells are usually weaker, more basic versions unaffected by meta-magics or perks. (with a few exceptions)

it can be argued that you can create scrolls with effects similar to how they'd be if the caster were an expert mage, but are much more rare.

pardon the use of non-ES lore. am merely trying to fill in some blanks for you.

[The Music Video Thread # 2]

here's a beautiful one i found yesterday

[Permissions Request]

granted, but dunno if you'll find anything worthwhile

[Skyrim Trivial Pursuit]

Question:

1) Which God/Goddess can you worship in Whiterun?

2) Which God/Goddess can you worship in Riften?

3) Which God/Goddess can you worship in Windhelm?

4) Which God/Goddess can you worship in Falkreath?

5) Which God/Goddess can you worhsip in Solitude?

1) kynareth

2) Mara

3) i wanna say Talos

4) Arkay

5) All, except Talos.