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Thanks I'll get to work on the exterior navmesh now. EDIT: I've used much smaller triangles now, and treated it a lot more like and interior (an interior with a ridiculously uneven floor). Is this any better?

Okay, I'm finished at last . This could take a while... "Cover" Image: Exterior, showing the house itself, along with landscaping and outbuildings, as well as my landscaping efforts... : Interior, showing statics, clutter, furniture, containers etc.: Pathing (exterior and interior): On the map in relation to Dragon Bridge: And finally the download link here on TESA: Thanks so much for this course Rider, it has been, as I expected, massively helpful! Now I can conquer the world continue making mods.

Ah yes I must have missed the finalisation. Thanks guys, all is well should be able to release soon!

Okay, so I recently (finally) got back to the final exam project I have shamefully neglected for a ridiculous amount of time. I finally persuaded myself to do the exterior navmeshing, and it's almost done, but there is now one major problem. I hired a follower to help test the navmeshing, he works fine outdoors, but refuses to follow me inside. There is definitely a navmesh in there, and as far as I can tell, the door should be perfectly fine (no problems for me). I went back to the classwork mod, and he wouldn't follow me into the inn either. When I tried commanding him to "open" the door with the "I need you to do something" system, he told me it was not possible. I can't remember if I ever tested the inn interior with a follower, but I do know it's not working now. Is there anything that could reasonably be causing this?

Felix hurled his spell at the first Vigilant, while a whirl of Nord rained blows on the second. The Vigilant took the first bolt with a grunt, but caught the second on his sword like a lightning rod, and sent it hissing to the ground. Felix ducked under the flash of silver, imagining his life with a shield. Catching his balance quicker than his foe, Felix came back up and roared a spell of stoneflesh as he stepped out of the second swing. Two more lightning bolts hit home before the Vigilant’s sword thudded into Felix’s side. It bounced away with a clang from his enchantment, but took the wind out of the young mage in the form of an expletive. He attempted to cast another lightning bolt, but he slipped and the spell exploded worthlessly in the undergrowth. Felix rolled clumsily out from under the towering Vigilant and decided on a change of tact as he staggered to his feet. The silver sword flashed twice across his vision, the first time missing him by a hair’s breadth, the second slashing across his chest. Disappointed by his enchantment and leaking like a wineskin, Felix spat his incantation. His gloves became uncomfortably warm for a moment, and within seconds, the Vigilant was alight and howling in pain. Felix hated killing with fire, and as the stench of his victory filled the air, his eyes sought occupation in tracing the course of Nina’s fight. His companion lay at the roadside, connected to the second Vigilant by the fists. Nina had found her way to the top of the brawl, and was attempting to shake her right fist free from the Vigilant’s steel-clad grasp. Lightning sprang to Felix’s hands, but he could find no line of sight, and the Nord’s comments on magic still rang in his ears. “Don’t even think about it,†she grunted over her shoulder. “It’s all… under control.†And with that, she let her arms go limp. Her opponent’s moment of surprise was all she needed to drive her forehead sharply downwards and into his septum. Felix winced with the crunch. ~~~ “So there’s one main thing I’m not quite getting,†Nina began, cleaning Felix’s new wound by firelight. “Why in Oblivion were we just spontaneously attacked by the Vigilant of Stendarr?†“Well…†“Is it true then, the trafficking and consorting and daedra and whatnot?†“After a fashion…†“I don’t like secrets.†Felix sighed, and somewhat reluctantly explained: “Well, yes, I worship a daedric prince, Meridia specifically. I won’t bore you with the details, but let it suffice to say that the daedra offer more meaning than can be found in a chapel, and they aren’t the monsters the priests would have you believe. Well, not all of them anyway…†“Not all of them? I want the whole truth here mage.†Nina’s expression brooked no argument. “Don’t make me punch you.†“Alright, alright.†The mage held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, wincing as a band of pain flashed across his chest. “It started at the College of Winterhold-†he paused at Nina’s look of disdain “- I was… disillusioned… with the Nine, along with two of my fellow apprentices. It happens a lot with young mages. We wanted something we could see, or feel, or sense somehow, not the promises of a chapel priest. We formed a coven dedicated to Vaermina, the prince of visions and nightmares, and we fulfilled everything you probably think about mages. I can just see us, candlelit in the midden, meddling with a prince like Vaermina…†More than a trace of bitterness had crept into his voice, and Nina was somewhat surprised to see the mage so still. “Anyway,†he continued abruptly, “I had a… dream the other night, and as it turns out I have some unfinished business at the college. What do you say, a secret for a secret?†Nina laughed as she delved into her pack. “Let’s bandage you up.â€

Felix could feel the thick dark cloud of despair billowing about his ears, the weight of his worries and fears seeming almost to press him down into the saddle. The world seemed to have been painted with a charcoal tint, grey sky, grey earth, grey trees. Felix sighed and dug his nails into the reigns, pangs of worry and doubt… “Hold up, who are these clowns?†came Nina’s strident voice. His air of melancholy irrevocably shattered, Felix looked up. “Clowns?†At the other end of the twisting road, the dull clank of steel boots turned Felix’s stomach. Three grey-robed figures were making their way towards them with more determination than the mage was comfortable with, silver gleaming at their belts. “Perhaps we should go the other way…†he timidly suggested. “The ‘other way’ is, what, a mile back?†Nina replied. The Breton swallowed a lump in his throat. With every step the robed men took his apprehension grew. The weight of their footfalls, the set of their shoulders, the look in their eyes. “Halt, in the name of Stendarr†Nina sighed audibly as the pair reigned in their horses. “Are you the mage Felix Rosaire, formerly of Solitude and Winterhold?†demanded the lead Vigilant. Felix answered in the affirmative, now confident of where this was going. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Nina slip her feet out of the stirrups and flex her index finger. “We request that you submit to Stendarr’s justice in his hall, or by our hand†Felix nodded and, hands above his head, slid from the saddle. “Submit to Stendarr’s justice?†Nina was incredulous. “Indeed, for trafficking with daedra and consorting with their sects†“Hey look, I don’t know who you are… Vigilants I guess, but…†“We have no business with you, girl, unless you wish to be punished with your friend.†Nina’s look of indignation told Felix he didn’t have much time. His polite suggestion that the Vigilants leave peacefully was met with a stony stare, and for a brief moment, a familiar tense glance passed around the circle. The Vigilants were first to draw, their maces and swords flashing silver, but they made the mistake of assuming a show of strength would be sufficient. The talkative Vigilant received an arrow in the forehead before his mace was raised; Nina’s brand of vengeance. Felix sent Tallow galloping into the undergrowth before filling his hands with lightning.

Felix awoke in the Hall of Attainment at the College of Winterhold. Odd, since he distinctly remembered going to bed in the tavern. He slowly rose and, after casting his eyes around his familiar bed chamber, stepped out into the entrance hall. So far nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No one was around, but it wasn’t that unusual for his fellow apprentices to be out studying. A draught across the floor caught his attention, and he noticed a faint whisp of snow flutter into the entry hall, calling his attention immediately to the door. It hung ajar, swaying ever so slightly with the wind, and as Felix watched the handle began to quiver. First slowly, then gradually faster and faster it shook, until it rattled furiously against the door. As he closed his hand around it, the young mage felt the cold metal vibrating still faster, sending an unpleasant tingle up his arm. For the first time it occurred to him that he didn’t want to see what was behind the door. He knew what it should be, he knew what it had been, but now… But the cold walls of the Hall of Attainment pressed against his back, and the handle shook so violently that it seemed almost one with his hand. He threw open the door into a roaring cacophony of sounds and images, a thousand swirling shapes screaming, howling and whispering, pressing him from all sides and blinding him with their blackness. A cold, unyielding something slithered around his neck. It felt heavy, so heavy it dragged him down like a horseshoe, down to the floor and into the nothing beyond. ~~~ Felix awoke once more, back where he should be, in a cold sweat. He had not experienced a nightmare of any kind since he left the college, and was now reminded of the full horror of his time there. But no, he reminded himself. Vaermina could not touch him so far from the coven and under his lady’s protection, and the nightmares he had suffered at her hands had been far worse than this one. He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow, and felt a cold sharpness in his chest. Reminded unpleasantly of his dream, he rolled over once more to find a fine chain about his neck. Feeling his own gulp as he did so, he followed the chain to the source of the coldness, finally recoiling as if he had been burned. Hanging from the chain was the grey metal skull that had been the symbol of his coven at Winterhold. ~~~ It took Felix less than an hour to have everything set for his journey, but he knew it would take much longer to complete it. He had transferred the sinister pendant to his pack, but he could almost feel its presence, gnawing away at the back of his mind. The sooner he could have this done, he thought, the better.

That wasn't Rikke, she wasn't at Helgen, that was some nameless "Imperial Captain" (whom you kill if you follow Ralof). I went Imperial because while there's some real issues there (yeah that execution was not on...) I find the Stormcloaks shortsighted and unpleasant. Ulfric is essentially a Hitler figure- a charismatic ruler with a military background riding a wave of nationalism for his own personal power. The Stormcloak rebellion helps no one but the Thalmor. Contrary to popular Stormcloak belief, the Empire is not under the control, or even allied to the Aldmeri Dominion, it represents mankinds only chance of being strong enough to defeat the elves. If The entire Empire could only just survive the Great War (and while the concordat is unpalatable for all, it did allow them to fight another day). The Empire needs to build its strength before the Dominion can (biology is on their side since elves reproduce slower), and the Civil War drains time, resources and blood. If you follow Hadvar and listen to Alvor the blacksmith he will point out that before the Markarth Incident, which effectively started the rebellion (the Jarl of Markarth is, frankly, a moron...) the ban on Talos worship was barely enforced- everyone still worshipped Talos, they just did so quietly in their homes to avoid problems. The White Gold Concordat is unpleasant for everyone in the Empire (Talos is an Imperial hero as much as a Nordic one, he founded the Empire after all), but it was necessary to give mankind a fighting chance. Overall, I believe: - Ulfric is false, and the rebellion is all for him - The Empire is humanity's last, best hope - The Stormcloaks are shortsighted and don't appreciate the threat posed by the real enemy, the Aldmeri Dominion.