Elf Prince

Hi, first, thanks for upgrading this great mod. Have one observation to make. If wenches schedule is off or on, script files are growing any getting bigger every time when save & exit. I checked it regularly with save tool cleaner and have to clean active scripts. Otherwise, my game loads slower as the RP script files getting bigger. Is there a way to stop active processes on save and exit?

''luna under molag bal's influence'' for the hundredth time or so, i know, i know... fully aware...

Shouldn't you pictures go in reverse order; form dressing to undressing. You just killed my growing lust for Luna

P.S. She's lovely, have great legs.

Time has come to meet lovely girls in brothel and of course, meet widely known Helen

Thanks for upgrade CPU.

Been listen evergreens lately.

I loved to play that game. Missing to play it sometimes. Thanks for sharing.

Thank you jap2015. Yea he was like that.

asenasen - thanks, and I will. I think I'm gonna do it today. I'm so thrilled and excited reading his posts and the answers to him.

Chaos63 - thank you.

I'm really sorry for not being able to personally thank each of you for your kind and warm words. But I red them and treasured them in my heart. I'm sure that even my father wasn't fully aware how much he was respected here. I'm so glad that he saw this community as his family. You all deserve my admiration and respect. Love you.

Thank you guys. I appreciate it.

Dear friends,

please forgive me for bringing up the theme about my father again. It is the last time, I promise.

By this post I want to share some short overviews about me and my father. My next login will be under his avatar. Thank you for accepting me.

About me:

First, let me apologize for my English since is not my native language, and I apologize for grammar and typing mistakes in further text. I speak Croatian.

About me: My name is Mathias (Matthew in English) and I'm almost 23 (my birthday will be next month). I graduated 4 years ago as the professional photographer but never worked in my profession since there is no job for photographers in my country. I'm working in the restaurant as a weather. I have a girlfriend and we are in serious relationship. We lived with my father until he died and now will stay in that place.

 

Why did I log as Adam23 and not as Mathias or any other more appropriate nickname that will connect me to germanicus, my father? Well, when  my grandfather was alive, he called my dad Adam because, as he use to tell him laughing: "Dammit son, you look like my older brother Adam. You have same body configuration, walk, face, hair, talk ... everything. When I look at you I see him and that makes me wander if I'm your true father...(laugh)" So although my father's name was Michael (as all males from my father side) he called him Adam. Some kids, and later some folks accepted that and since then, many friends who knew him since his childhood called him Adam.

 

Now, why 23? When my grandparents divorced (I never met any of them because they died before I was born), my father ended up in orphanage at the age of 5 or 6. The very first day in the orphanage they replace his name with number 23. So, nobody called him Michael but 23, except the kids from orphanage. They called him Adam since all of them had nicknames and were addressing each other that way. He wear that number name until he was released from orphanage when he was 18-19.

The orphanage was more like a prison then children home. The teachers in the orphanage were very rude to the children. They were physically abused (being beaten daily), forced to work hard with limited time or not time at all for having fun and play. Their day started at 4.00 am and finished at 9 pm.  They weren't allowed to play with other kids, those who weren't in the orphanage. Once they came from the school, they had to work various jobs. School kids and teachers also didn't like kids from orphanage. Most of the time they were mean to them and punished them for slightest error. Later, after I'm born and grew to certain age, my father told me why he always use the number 23. It's because he learned the value of hard work and to treasure small moments and enjoy in small things. Therefore Adam and number 23 seemed appropriate nick for login. thanks to him, I learned to respect life and the value of hard work although my father never forced me to anything.

 

Now, I'm much like my father. I love to make friendships, love to drink coffee, play RPGs, to have fun and to laugh, listen to rock music, being romantic, but also, love sex a lot. All kind of sex, but oral and anal are my favourite. (I guess I inherited most of my father's genes). I also love high, skinny, small breasts, long legged tinny butt girls. As a matter of fact, my present girlfriend is just as I described. So, I will not try to imitate or copy my father, but to continue in his spirit of friendship attitude, not accusing or attacking anyone. It's not my style thanks to my father who was a great example to me how to be rather supportive then destructive. He's all life regret was that he forgot German language. Since he didn't speak German, he asked me to learn it and I promised I will. Already attending some classes for German.

About my father, germanicus

My father had very difficult life. Born 1964 in Germany never met his mother. His parents divorced when he was born. Until his age of 1, he grew with his ants and my grandfather until he moved to Croatia (1965-1966) and met a lady that he lived in warlock with. They lived in poverty. After few years they split. My step grand mother ended up in mental institution and a grandfather became an alcoholic mostly living on the streets. So my father ended up in orphanage (1968-1969). He's been there until was 18. After he finished high school (1983) he applied and was received at college for psychology and philosophy. Then he had one year of break due to military service that was obligated by the law. He met my mother there, they fall in love and after a year they married. Within six months his father died and then his step mother. After 4 years of studying he went next 2 years in master college in the same area (graduated 1988 at college and 1990 at master degree). All 6 years he work hard for his education since he hadn't had any scholarship. He worked various heavy jobs and studying in the same time. He learned to speak English during his college time and he learned to play guitar. By the time, he was so good that he became known but not famous musician and composer.

 

After one year of marriage, (still being on the college) my older sister was born (1987). Something went wrong and my sister got cerebral palsy, deafness and mental retardness. My father loved her as she was normal. Never mistreated her but protected her from bullies and rappers, always being very gentle to her. After the master college my father work with troubled youth and drug addicts for 15 years. He also establish society for of amateur musicians and guitar school free of charge for all who want to learn to play and develop his/her talents. He also gave private instructions for small fee. When civil war came to our country, my father work as the psychologist and spiritual advisor among refuges in Austria,  Germany, Croatia and some other European countries. He established regional Humanitarian organization who fed and sheltered refugees. He also worked some time for UNPROFOR as a clerk.

 

After the war, he continued to work with troubled youth and drug addicts, but also as quest teacher on some German colleges teaching about marriage, sexuality, pre marital relationships and he worked as marriage councillor. I was born in 1993 in Zagreb, Croatian capital.  My father always did best for us although he was mostly absent due to his work. 2008, he finished IT school and became licensed master for computers. He also translated many books, articles and songs into Croatian. Six years ago he became very ill. He got very rare sickness that even medicine doesn't have a name for it. That sickness constantly attacked his immunity, destroying his good blood cells, causing constant body pains and occasional skin changes. It also made him exhausted, sleepless, allergic to the Sun and unable to be mentally and physically active as he was before. but being strong in the spirit he played sport (running, soccer, cycling, fitness and similar). As the time passed his physical abilities were reduced. Last several months (6) he got diabetes. Although he had some period of depression, most of his life he was cheerful, always laughing and enjoy in company of his  friends. When became unable to work any more, my mother couldn't take that pressure and she left him. Since my father needed a help and someone who will take care for him when the sickens will progress or had more aggressive attacking periods, I choose to stay with him while my mother moved away with my sister who also needs constant care.

My father never  talked to me about how hard and painful it is for him unless I insisted. He didn't want to make me worry.  Few days ago, his sickness progressed to a new stage and he told me that he doesn't feel well and that he has a feeling he's gonna die. I didn't accept it saying to him that he speak nonsense and that all will be fine. He instructed me all he could about his LL account and expressed his desire for me to take his place. He told me that he informed LL community about his departure and that he deleted all his posts (blogs), Imgur and Tumblr accounts. When asked him why did he do it, he said that by doing it he was hoping that LL community will forget him faster and easer. But, at the end, he told me that it was mistake and how much he loves LL community. Then he asked me to continue where he stopped and pledged me to be even better then him. That night my father died in sleep. I was in my room with my girlfriend when it happened. Since I knew that he will rarely call me for help, I used to knock on the  door of his room to check upon him. If all was OK he will reply to me. This time there wasn't reply. So I enter into his room seeing him sleeping but something told me to cheek his breading. So I did it and there wasn't a pulse. I was shocked. I tamed his face calling his name but there wasn't reply. Then I realized he died. I was heartbroken. ..... He died and then I realized that he told me he would, but I didn't take him seriously and I didn't expected it so soon (within 24 hours)....

 

My father wasn't perfect, but his kindness, warmth, love, ability to quickly forgive and to forget, compassion for others, open heart, dignity and honesty covered all his mistakes and errors. He was never yelling at me, never beat me, never call me names and critized me for misdoings and my errors. He always approached me with gentleness and through the talk he pointed me to the source of my problem and helped me in finding the way out. When I didn't' listen to his words, he still didn't press on me, but I could see that he is sad. Seeing him sad was worst then being beaten for me. That's why I love my father and will try to keep walking the same path as he walked.

Well, here I am. Thank you for accepting me. I hope you'll see me as your friend too.

At the end, I need two small favors: can somebody tell me what was the names of his blogs so I can continue his work as well I understood he had a signature, picture in signature. Can someone help me to restore it? Thank you.

Dear friends,

thank you very much for great words of encouragement, support and love you expressed to me and my father. You are so wonderful. I really haven't had idea how amazing is this community. You really touched my heart.

My father's funeral went well. It was short, 30 minutes. We all said something about him and recalled his best moments in our life. But we were all very shocked and emotionally stressed. Seeing my father in casket before it was closed and placed to ground shaken us all. We couldn't hold our grief so we moaned and cried aloud. Before they closed the casket, I gave him my last good bye kiss. After the funeral, we went to our place where many friends came that place was overcrowded. We all cried and laugh when remembering him being goofy or when sharing anecdotes from his life. Quests and mum and sister left half hour ago and I'm with my girlfriend typing from my father's computer.

Again, you are wonderful community and I will never forget your kindness and gesture you showed to me. I'm closing this thread with special thanks to yui and the great pictures he made for my father. Yui, I love you man. I'm sure my father would love them if can see them. I do too.

P.S. I'm amazed and touched with the great support posts by the members who didn't know my father. Thank you.

Good morning to all lovely and awesome people.

I've been reading you consolidation posts and I can't stop crying. Didn't know how much my father was known, respected and loved by you. Believe me when say that there wasn't a single day that he didn't share his experience and events from this community with me. I never seen him so exited about anything as he was with this community. Thank you again from the deep of my heart. Your kind words about him showed me that I wasn't wrong when saying to my friends that my father was the greatest example to me. I hope and pray I will not disappoint him.

I spent whole night in his room, laying on his bed, hugging his pillow. Couldn't sleep at all but was crying and crying. Even my girlfriend couldn't comfort me. Yes, he was a great man, and I'm not telling this just because he was my father but because he was always there for me even when I hurt him with, disobey him and did wrong. There wasn't a single day that he didn't hug me and say how much he loves me.

Last six months he was saying to me and my girlfriend how much he would love to have grandchildren. We were laughing rejecting his idea and I didn't know how much he was serious about it. Now I feel sorry that we couldn't fulfill his desire.

His funeral will be held today at 2.00 pm only for family. After that will have a gathering in his honor. When all is over, I will join you. I hope I'll be worth of his name and the reputation he had here. Thank you for accepting me. Although my father and I are very alike in all aspects of life I could never replace him and be a better man than him.

I'm going to try to get some sleep now since haven't ben sleeping at all. Must get some strength for his funeral.  

Lot of love and respect to all of you. See you later. When I come again to this forum I will log under his avatar so you might know. I decided to no to change anything from his personal info page. I just can't. I want to try to "walk in my father's shoes" and live with him through his avatar in this community.

Thank you all. You are truly wonderful. My father's funeral will be tomorrow afternoon 2.00 pm Europian central time(because of high temperature) and it will be only for family members (my mother - his ex wife, my sister and my uncle, his older brother). That was his last wish because he didn't want his friends to travel from distant places and have extra costs.

My heart is bleeding since we were very close friends and we lived together when my mother left with my sister a year and some moths ago. I already missing him. I can see now why my father like this community and consider it as his family. THANK YOU!!!