charlescrowe

Raurke carefully picked his way through the slaver camp, all too aware his khajiiti captors could see just as well in low light as he could. Once or twice he'd almost been made when reching for a wineskin to wash the taste of blood from his lips; he never really enjoyed it's sour, rust-tinged flavor, and it left more than just a bad taste in his mouth. After he'd scampered into the woods, out of the sight of any prying eyes, Raurke relaxed and let his facade diminish; he'd need any remaining strength to feed this night. The old man was right, Raurke pondered as he stalked through the wilderness, at least Vampires don't have to kill their prey. Lost in his thoughts, he'd almost missed the slight chittering sounds around him. Raurke halted, peering into the darkness, catching glimpses of the small, blue humanoids he'd seen back in the dwemer ruins. What had his companions called them? Some of them were wearing crude armor made from some strange chitinous material, most of them wielding weapons fashioned of the same dark substance. Falmer, that's what the young mage had called them. Snow elves. The hunched monstrosities reminded him of the goblins of cyrodiil, though likely far more dangerous; they'd once been a proud elven race. Raurke could see they'd had lost all traces of humanity ages before, and the creatures surrounding him now were operating on base instinct and cruel obsession, much like himself. Killing them would be an act of mercy; feeding on them would be no sin against his moral code. One of the Falmer, a fierce Gloomstalker, crept forward, chitinous axe poised above it's head and ready to strike a grievous wound to anything or anyone unlucky enough to find themselves in it's path. Raurke wheeled around on his heel to face it, monstrous visage giving the Gloomstalker challenge, hands contorting into bony claws, sharp as Mehrunes' Razor itself. The two beastly foes rushed each other, one fueled by ancestral rage, the other by base hunger. Both vying for blood. The Falmer ducked low, aiming a vicious blow at Raurke's ankles. Raurke backpedaled, only to surge forward while his foe was off balance, claws rushing towards the Falmer and striking a glancing blow; If their ancient Dwemeri enemies hand't rendered them sightless eons before, Raurke's claws would have done it to this one. The Gloomstalker staggered back, sightless eyes gouged and bleeding. It was only a fraction of a second, but the delay was enough for Raurke's Feral form to tackle the Falmer, claws digging into the beast's chest. The Falmer writhed and struggled beneath Raurke, slowly starting to eminate a soft blueish glow as Raurke's bony claws took hold of it's very soul. With little effort, Raurke brought back his free hand, swiping it across the Falmer's frail throat, leaving four ragged lines of crimson. Bleeding out, the Falmer's struggles faded to twitches, then stillness as Raurke pulled a faded, ethereal wisp from the corpse. Raurke brought his hand to his mouth, the Wisp's form distorted, flowing on profane currents into the Revenant's mouth. The remaining Falmer felt the profane presence and scattered into the darkness, in search of the safety of the underdark. The Revenant would feed on the Falmer no more this night, Raurke didn't mind; he'd had his fill, and it would be at least another day before he'd need to feed again. He contemplated asking almost exclusively taking bounties on these dreadful creatures should he and his companions ever return to the Mill Tavern. Strength restored, Raurke made his way silently back to the slaver camp.

The northern snows felt cold against Malori's skin. The Khajiiti shaman had taken her by surprise with his holy fire; he would be trouble, he had to be taken care of first next time. "Why in the sixteen planes of Oblivion are we just lying here?" "The shaman. He is dangerous. Our Raven is in danger!" "Yes, so why are we lying here, in this cold snow?" "So tired, the shaman's fire is powerful." Malori slowly sat up, resting on her haunches. "Yes, up. We need to feed, regain our strength so we can free Our Raven from his cage." Malori grumbled, walking over to one of the cats she'd slain earlier. The pitiful creature was dead; his soul gone to Aetherius already. "Should have fed while they were in shock." she lamented. "No, he told us we're too fragile to feed like that. Black souls aren't good to eat, cause problems with our head." "He is limiting us!" "No! He is protecting us. Says we'll become like his other half..." Malori put her hand to the burned and scarred flesh around her right eye. "The one that burned us." Tears welled up in Malori's eyes, desperate to find Raurke, she followed the carriage tracks further north. __________________________________________________________________________________________________

version the second is now available. see the change log for err... changes?

well, my inner critic is going nuts mentally, so i'm re-working my textures next release will include atleast the knucklebow saber and kingslayer in both iron and steel.

"Bah, you're a shrewd one, Manan." Raurke spat out, admiring the old codger's logic and linguistic prowess. Manan only smiled and offered his bound hands to the Breton, sighing with relief as his bonds were removed. Raurke then fixed his attention on the newcomer; a Nord, going by her sharp features. "And who might you be, m'lady?" Raurke gestured warmly, turning on his charm. "Shove off it. I heard you in the ruins." Duncan jested, then mocked an impression of the Revenant; "Sorry miss, I'm married." "Right. At any rate, we need to get our gear back." Jayn interrupted. Raurke nodded his agreement at that. "I don't know about you, but I'm rather invested in that blade of mine." "You there, Miss! Begone with you! You've no business with us.." Hissed the voice of one of the lead cats. "My Raven! You have my Raven!" was the reply. That caught Raurke's attention. Raurke whispered "You folks might want to err..." he was cut short as the Khajiit who had spoken screamed, cut down by the mystery woman. The caravan stopped, and the group's guard went into action. Raurke seized the moment and started shoving his friends out of the wagon. "Go! Get your gear!" following suit. "She's a Daedra!" several of the slavers had screamed when Malori disappeared in a cloud of smoke, only to reappear in front of her next target, scimitars flashing. Duncan and crew made their way through the chaos to the other wagon, and luckily finding all their gear intact within it's confines. With his saber at his waist, Raurke spoke up in the dead tongue "Malori, my love. I'm here!" the words a throaty growl to the living around him. He looked to his comrades; "Lucky us. My wife is here. I'm not keen on letting her win the day alone. What you do from here is up to you."

ty porscha. started work on the Knucklebow saber. OP updated with screenshot.

Nexus Download: http://skyrim.nexusm...le.php?id=10092 JSS aims to add the amazing work of swordsmith Jody Samson to Skyrim. This is a Work In Progress [WIPz], and wil be updated frequently with new additions and fixes/touchups. Planned: Almost every sword from http://jodysamson.com/gallery3.htm (all galleries). plans subject to change as my skill level increases. v2 includes: See change log link for details. (Noble sabers based on this image: http://jodysamson.com/images/swords/7-19-06/curved-saber-w-fuller.jpg) (Knucklebow sabers based on this image: http://jodysamson.com/images/swords/5-3-07/knucklebow.jpg) All weapons are attainable through crafting. Installation: Use NMM, or extract contents and move them to the skyrim directory, usually: <dir>/steam/steamapps/common/skyrim/ Uninstallation: Use NMM or delete the crowe folders in meshes/weapons and textures/weapons, along with JSScomplete.esp Suggestions? Easiest way to contact me for suggestions, etc. is by sending me a private message at http://tesalliance.org/forums/ user: charlescrowe

The darkness of the crypt was suffocating, only broken by the solemn glow of a single wisp. Its soft blue light arced deeper into the crypt, plunging straight into a sarcophagus, stirring the inhabitant. The lid of the sarcophagus burst open, the wisp fleeing a skeletal hand desperately, but the hand's owner was fast, taking hold of the wisp and pulling it back, it's glow wavering and disappearing. The chamber was plunged into darkness. "...my raven?" a dry, raspy voice croaked out, a new, sickly green light emanating from the skeleton. The corpse took a couple steps, muscle and sinew appearing from ash. "Where are you, my raven?" the corpse ground out again, voice slowly changing into that of a young woman. Flesh now generating atop the muscle, giving way to black leather garments as she took a few more steps. The figure, now distinctively Bosmeri, fastened a pair of scimitars to her back, asking her mournful question again before vanishing into darkness. Outside the crypt, the woman sniffed at the air. Northwest, yes, northwest was where her raven was. Bearings regained, she headed north and west, occasionally disappearing in a puff of black smoke and reappearing several meters further along her path.

welcome! I'm chuck, resident rabblerouser and 3d mesh hobbyist i'd give you a cookie, but i ate all of yours already. #cookiebandito

1st person model is used in the inventory view and first person, as well as the player-specific model. NPCs use the 3rd person model, which is also the model used when it's on the ground.

hooray for forum problem solving. glad to see chrysamere can be soaked in blood now

with a bit of finaggling, yes.

I'm a blender 2.6 user i used a similar method tho, exporting my .blends into the .3ds format instead of .nif. try using the .3ds export function in blender. this seems to have helped me a lot. multi-piece meshes are particularly painful to import. you almost have to have 3 different versions to do it correctly for a 2-piece mesh with blood.

i'll monkey around with it too, and i'll PM you if i figure anything out. if it's solved how i think it is, it could be very simple.

IS, any chance you'll cover the blood shader? i'll be making weapons with some radically different shapes than can be found in vanilla.