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Nicely written but already talking about themes in Part 1? I'm not denying the importance of a strong theme but a theme should arise naturally from a strong conflict. You can't just choose it as you can't just choose an atmosphere. I think before choosing a theme it's important to understand where does plot come from and how conflict is created. Themes are important but they can't drive a plot by their own.   I don't see blogs like this often enough on this website so I'm looking forward for the next chapter.

Lusty NPCs (yes the name is inspired) tries to add a bit of role-playing goodness to SexLab by adding characters to the world of Skyrim. But I didn't want to add just any character to the world. I wanted the characters to have some depth, not a whole lot, but some. I wanted them to have real motives behind their actions, I wanted them to have some past and I wanted them to express real emotion... Even one-night stands require some sort of conversation. I wanted characters to be gritty, suspenseful and believable but most of all I wanted them to be driven by humane motivation. I think the mod is a touch bit more serious than most and I have no idea how many will go for it but I hope those who will try it will enjoy the new the characters.   There's really not much in the mod beside Dialog and the mod doesn't require SexLab yet but it definitely will in the future once I learn what I'm doing in the Creation Kit.   At the moment the mod adds a total of 3 NPCs to the world and I will post their locations in a spoiler below. The goal is to eventually reach 50 NPCs at least for now.   Ah, I don't really recommend you try that mod on your main save.   NPCs Locations:     WHAT THIS MOD NEEDS: Actually it's more about what I need.   Editor - yes, I know grammar could use some work. If you'd like to help send me a PM.   For me to get better at the Creation Kit. I'm actually looking for someone to be my bit... I mean, I'm looking for someone who'll be my Creation Kit tutor. I'll forever respect your as my master! No, seriously, I'm not looking for someone to be my bitch and do all my hard work just someone to answer my retarded and endless questions about the CK. In the meantime I think I'll use the Technical Forum.   Some fans. Those are actually a requirement before the first two would ever come to fruition I think. Seems logical now that I think about it.     MOD REQUIREMENTS:     Fuz Ro D-oh - Silent Voice http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/14884/?     DOWNLOAD:     LustyNPCs.zip

Pics? Of the characters? To be completely honest I'm not much of an artist. They're just your average looking vanilla NPCs with a little touch here and there.

Prologue: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/174/entry-718-prologue-jeanne/ Story has no pictures but I hope you enjoy it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Even the ill odor smell of piss and excrement didn't stop her - after three full days without proper food and drink - it was finally time for supper. She walked around in circle and looked for her meal. She could only chose one so it'd better be a good one. It isn't that the food in the Blue Palace was bad, it wasn't. She could eat that food forever but it meant nothing. It was wasted on her - it couldn't satiate her hunger; it couldn't quench her thirst - the chef of the Blue Palace might as well throw his food down to a bottomless pit than give it to her again. She couldn't stand it any longer - it was time to extinguish the braziers on the stage. She pretended she enjoyed the food of the Palace for long enough. It was as if she was punished for her patience - the insolent girl Falk convinced Ellisif to throw in jail was released this morning. She was young, full of life and spirit, a meal she could eat with her eyes open, she could've been a meal that didn't struggle for a change and didn't tremble while she sank her teeth into her. Her meals never passed out but she wished they did. It would make things a lot easier for her. Hurting them and maiming them always took her appetite away. She wanted them to be like the food served at the Palace - beautifully served, appetizing, have a scent that her nose could remember, and of course - she wanted them to be filling. Instead she had to eat in Castle Dour Dungeon where most of the food was old and crunchy as the fresh food would get its fingers chopped off and his head decapitated at the city entrance. If Falk was ever right about something it would be about this matter - those executions are bad for moral. Both hers and the inhabitants. Before leaving the Palace she pondered If she should check the tavern and If see the rumors about prostitutes in the city were true. Those rumors almost sounded too good to be true - for a mere hundred septims she could get the meal of her life. However, she knew full well that finding prisoners bodies in the dungeon isn't the same as a girl body in a dark ally. Even If she was a prostitute. However, she did not fear that. She had trust in her abilities. She would find a way sooner or later, just like she had found one with Captain Aldis and Ahtar. Just like them - the leader of the entire organization needs his feathers ruffled and keep his eyes open for a few nights. The entire ordeal was strange, however. First was the disappearance of nobles in the Reach; than prostitutes appearing in the city; and even Falk appearing with a few bruises in Court. Such an operation requires even bigger balls than those of Ulfric Stormcloak. They were still in the capital of Skyrim. The homebase of the Imperial Legion; home to a still hundreds of powerful nobles and yet... That alone made Sybille Stentor wonder If she wasn't the only supernatural force in the city. Unlike Falk, she will not underestimate that new "force" in the city and she wouldn't shame herself like he did by appearing in Court with swollen bruises. Her eyes finally settled on one cell. She got a bundle of keys out of her pocket and spun them around her index finger in full circles. They clanked each other a few times but made no noise while she was examining her food. It was a young man and by the size of his biceps he didn't look like the lazy type. Maybe a mercenary or a deserter. Her hunger versus the strength of man. The thought made her chuckle, it wasn't the first time she played that game. There used to be a time she would never dare pick a fight with such a man. It mattered little. She opened her palm and caught the key bundle. She picked a key at random and inserted it into the keyhole and turn it around. The door opened with ease, and complete silence. She stood above the bed and shifted the young man left and right until he woke up. "You're a beautiful dream..." The man said with his eyes half open. "I have a few questions. Answer them well and I'll make sure your sentence is shortened." The young man yawned and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "I'm so glad that you can talk..." He got up and stood face to face with her. Sybille reached closer to him and placed her arm in his so his right elbow touched her left breast, "I'm the best dream you ever had. Let's go, I'll take you to safety." When Sybille got him out of the cell she felt his entire body shivered and trembled. She feared her spell was broken but it couldn't be, she perfected that tome while she was still a student. "My name is Adrian... You know I'm innocent, don't you? I'm innocent!" He shouted and freed himself from her grip. Sybille thought quickly and placed her leg as an obstacle in his way - he tripped and fell flat on his face. The blood from his nose made things difficult for her - she couldn't fuck up now. Just a bit more and they'll be there. She touched his nape and got him up on his feet. She casted a stronger spell although she didn't believe she needed it - now wasn't the time to take chances. "Adrian, what's wrong with you? Don't you want to come with me? I'm just trying to help you." She couldn't stand to look on his face, on the blood from his nose. She placed her arm in his again but this time held him closer to her body. "I do..." He replied calmly but hesitantly, "That was a very odd thing to do, Adrian. Why did you try to run back to your cell?" She said while they were walking past the torture rooms. Sybille quickly realized it was a silly question to ask. She glimpsed towards him and noticed his eyes opened wide, and his face turned pale. He pressed her arm closer to his. Despite his size he acted like he was a terrified child. "Can't you see her...?" His lip trembled, "She's right there... In the corner..." Sybille looked curiously but there was no one there. It was just another dark corner. She applied some force and dragged Adrian with her to the corner he mentioned, "You see?" She said. Adrian nodded his head positively, "You're a very good dream..." They continued on their way through a well lit corridor, "We're almost there." "You're a very good dream... The best I've had this month..." Sybille tried to ignore the man words but they ringed in her head again and again... "I want you to stay... Those others dreams I have, this dead woman is in them... She's haunting my dreams... Ever since I saw her face..." Adrian heaved. "Shut up." Sybille voice turned stern. She stood in front of a wall torch and pulled it towards her. The flame was extinguished as the wall in front of them opened and revealed a dark room. Sybille noticed Adrian hesitation to get inside. She played too many games for one night... She grabbed him by his nape and threw him inside with force. As she stepped inside the room the wall behind her closed and she could finally sigh in relief. "I'll hear no more of your nonsense, pathetic mortal." Adrian got back on his feet, he couldn't see her but she could see him. His face was even paler than hers. "You must not speak ill about her... If she ever hears you..." Sybille revealed her fangs and burst into loud laughter as she approached her meal, "What will she do, mortal? What could that horse faced bitch do to me?" "NO! YOU MUST NOT MENTION HER FACE! I MUST FORGET THAT DEAD FACE!" "I MUST! I MUST! I MUST!" He cried from the top of his lungs. There was now a strange look in his eyes, a look that wasn't there before. Sybille took a step backwards as the crazed look in his eyes terrified even her - how could it be her spell wasn't working again? It wasn't even five minutes. While Sybille was busy wondering the man turned his back to her and hit his face against the wall. He screamed in pain and wailed like wounded hound but repeatedly continued to hit his head against the wall. The act itself was unfathomable and before she realized she was caught off guard and her meal is going to kill itself it was already too late. Adrian had smashed his head against the wall like it was a watermelon. It was good they were alone. Sybille couldn't stand the shame If another vampire ever saw her sucking what she could out of Adrian lifeless body. She was hundred of years old and by now her pride was bigger than most of Skyrim mountains - she had to stop herself before it crumbled to a hill. More important than the mess on the floor her hunger was unsated and her pride was wounded. It was already late, and as much as she could use a real main course she had to go back to the Palace before the sun rises and decides she doesn't like her skin. On her way out of the dungeon she collected her thoughts and gained her tough composure. Adrian wasn't even afraid of her, even If he could see her for what she really was... Last Sybille heard about a man going crazy and driven to suicide like this it involved a daedra lord and a group of necromancers. Sybille thought that If a daedra really watched her he must be bored to death by now. At the entrance to the dungeon stood two suspicious guards in full helmets. Sybille remembered Falk had the Jarl issue an edict that forbids the guards to wear helmets that hide their entire face. But that wasn't the only reason - their swords were not of Imperial make and looked as black as tar. It looked like ebony. This night is too strange for so many shady events. Something smelled fishy and she was going to find out what. Sybille approached and demanded , "Remove your helmets!" "I answer only to Captain Aldis. witch." "Imbeciles! Do you have any idea who I am!? Remove your helmets!" In truth her position as Court Wizard was no more important than the position of a Thane housrcarl but she learned authority was never something you get, it's something you take. "You are naught, witch." "I'll make you pay for your insolence, guardsmen." Sybille tried to make her way through them but one held her back with his hand on her chest, "You shouldn't leave. It's much safer here." She was about to lose it. She was hungry, mentally wounded and now she was furious. She slapped his hand away and focused her thoughts... Those two were asking for it. The moment they saw a sparkle coming out of her hands one hurried and opened the door for her, "If you wanted to leave you only had to ask." "I don't need to ask you anything, you fools. I will make sure you pay for this." "We'll be waiting." One of them chuckled. Hurriedly she went outside and asked the closest guard where she can find Capitan Aldis. "Milady, I think he's patrolling the on the walls. Trying to catch some whelps off guard." She made her way up to the walls and confirmed with the other guards Aldis was indeed patrolling the area. It was getting late -- too late but she felt she had to vent her anger on someone. If she won't be able to make the insolent guards pay she will make Aldis himself pay. She was just above the cliff the city was built on, below it was the sea of ghosts and hundreds of sea caves -- she walked almost in a full circle and Aldis was nowhere to be found. When she was ready to retire back to the Palace and leave everything for the next night a strange full hooded woman got out of the forfeited towers in front of her and stepped towards her. The hood she wore was of a peculiar make... Sybille saw before the dark brotherhood robes, thieves guild armor, infamous necromancers robes but none ignored light. Even the moonlight didn't expose the face behind the hood. "Have you seen Capitan Aldis? I'm told he was patrolling here." Sybille asked politely but got no answer. The silence didn't frighten her. She heard about dark brotherhood assassins scaring their targets in the very same way. "Didn't you hear me? I'm looking for Capitan Aldis." Sybille stepped closer towards the woman and startled back once she noticed her hands were stretched forward. It was almost as If it was instantaneous. One moment she was standing in place, and the other her hands straightened forward with both her fists closed. Sybille was sure she didn't blink. She had to find a way to protect herself in case things went sour. If the woman in front of her was an assassin she must have some sort of weapon. Maybe it was hidden in one of her fists. Either way, Sybille didn't want to take chances. She didn't held back. If this woman is planning to attack there was a nasty surprise waiting for her weapons when they try to penetrate her skin. A moment passed and nothing happened. Sybille had already planned everything but the woman in front of her was as still as stone. "If you'll excuse me, I'm in a hurry..." Sybille tried to make her way forward but the woman in front of her now took one step backward. "Are you looking for a fight?" In truth Sybille did not want to get into quarrel with the woman in front of her. She wasn't afraid of the consequences; that someone will find them; she wasn't afraid of death. The posture she stood in was irregular and had plenty of openings any average fighter could see and exploit with ease so how was it she exuded such eerie confidence? From afar she looked human. She had five fingers in each hand, breathed like a human, and had envious breasts. The only mystery was her face... "I must forget..." Adrian's voice ringed in her head. Could it be she was the one who drove him crazy? Another moment passed with nothing but silence. Sybille realized she isn't going to leave the walls without a fight. "You're making a mistake you won't live to regret, girl. It's time say your prayers." Her enemy finally made a move. Sybille expected weapons but instead her enemy moved in the same posture towards her, and with increased pace. There wasn't a lot of distance between them and Sybille was ready to make her move. She would soon freeze the hopeless fool in front of her and shatter her to a million pieces. When only a few steps separated them, Sybille was sure she could not miss and sent her hand forward - she was so full with hubris she never saw the red vial her enemy threw towards her face. The vial glass shattered in an instant. A red liquid was now covering her face and tinted her eyes. She could taste it, and smell it... After so many years, the nectar taste was unmistakable - it was her favorite taste in the world. Her enemy knew who she was, what she was. Sybille concluded her enemy came so close so she could mock her; that before she laid her hands on her body she will attack her pride; her mind. The blood on her face strengthened her senses, it strengthened her lust for blood but with her mind so busy she couldn't think of a proper counter attack. She squealed in pain just before she managed to get to the dagger on her back. With one kick her enemy popped her kneecap out of place - the pain was unbearable, and the sound almost made her puke. Like the sound of twigs cracking under one's boots. She only hoped no one heard her screams... If anyone ever saw her... It would be worst than death. Sybille tried to think quick. She could still win the fight, she told herself. No mortal can beat her. She tried to hug her enemy's legs and feed on her thighs but her opponent proved merciless. She was grabbed by the hair and was dragged in circles on her wounded knee and to the wall edge. She felt truly helpless, like a puppet on someone's strings. Her enemy did as she wished and pulled her hair up in an attempt to get her on the feet. Sybille longed to stay on the floor but she readied herself. She was ready to feed on her enemy's neck like it was the end of the world. It didn't even matter what it was. Not anymore. She stood face to face with the dark face, revealed her teeth and got ready to pounce when her own dagger pierced her shoulder. Blood started to cover her shirt and If not for her enemy's hand wrenching her hair she would fall to the floor and lick it all. Her spell still worked, but it was weakening with each passing moment. As was her body but If something was getting stronger it was her lust and anger. She could only think about drinking when her opponent lifted her head up and beat it against the wall edge with terrifying force. She began to feel hazy, and groggy after the first clash. She didn't even have time to resist before she felt the second one. Sybille felt her head was like a boiling stew - so much pressure it felt like it was going to explode at any moment. She wished her enemy would stop but her enemy battered her again against the wall more times than she cared to count - she felt numb but she shouldn't have. Not with so much blood around. It was madding that she was powerless to resist. She was starting to lose conscious as her enemy battered her head against the wall one last time but even more maddening was the fact she still didn't her voice. Her senses were sharp and yet she couldn't hear her enemy groan or grunt. She couldn't even hear her breaths. Her enemy movements were unpredictable, and unfathomably fast. She couldn't possibly be human. Sybille was exhausted... She couldn't realize... Why would someone want to kill her? Did she ever do wrong to that person? "Why do this...?" Her words were wasted. It was only her wounded pride and her thoughts in the terrifying silence. Just barely conscious Sybille felt her body being pushed over the wall. She knew the fall couldn't kill her but she resisted with all her remaining power - it was only enough to hear the cries of terrorized guards coming in her direction. "Captain Aldis everyone! Help! Captain Aldis is being attacked!" Sybille didn't realize what the guards were screaming about until the the rocks below stopped her short fall and fractured her ribs. Captain Aldis body was right there with hers. His sword covered in blood, and his neck pierced by what looks like fangs. She couldn't stop herself. She couldn't control herself anymore. She exposed her fangs... His body was so close yet it was out of her reach... She longed for a taste. She longed to gain her lost strength that she developed for years and lost in a matter of seconds. As guards started appearing on the wall Sybille confidence disappeared. Everyone are going to know her secret... Her long kept secret... Her worst nightmare came to life... She exactly what was going to happen to her. Once word reaches Court they will make a spectacle out of her execution just like they did Roggvir... They would not let her off easy and everyone would try to take the credit for arresting a potential threat to Elisif... For a brief moment she wished she had the strength Adrian did. She wanted the strength to crush her head against the rocks, to avoid the shame. To forget the force that destroyed her. She loathed that feeling. Every part of it. It was probably what Adrian felt - it was probably what hopelessness felt like. "I'm more..." She mumbled to herself before passing out.

Can someone upload the animated fan mod? Why was it deleted from the Nexus?

This one is quite different as it contains no pictures. Still, I hope those who do read it will enjoy it. Summary: Ten nobles are gone missing from The Reach. Their families offered a reward of 5,000 septims for information and proof about their fates. Twenty days have passed since and the searches in The Reach bore no fruit. Meanwhile, suspicious events transpiring in Solitude are making Falk Firebeard a mass murderer targets Haafingar. It was yet another day for Falk Firebeard at the Blue Palace. And as usual after the end of a day he gets himself outside to breathe fresh air and relax from all the tension. It was yet another day of sneaking just to have a quickie with Bryling. Yet another day of expelling Erikur foolish ideas from Jarl Elisif mind. Hand over the stockpiled food for the war effort? What were they even thinking? And like every day, citizens came to complain about bandits increasing their activity near their settlements. As usual, he brushed them away by promising more frequent guard patrols. He always kept that promise - but he never ordered guards to kill the bandits. He told them repeatedly: their job is to guard the citizens in case the bandits advanced too close, not to be heroes. Today a woman begged the Jarl to get rid of the bandits in her area, claiming her settlement lives under siege of bandits, blocking trade routes and demanding ransom for kidnapped citizens. Her story was so blown up Falk could hardly believe it but he gave her the usual promise. She accused him and the Jarl of not knowing the people they rule. Falk was even prepared to forgive her words; he had convinced the court attendants that the woman was distressed and her words were said in the spur of a moment. Elisif was convinced and threw the woman to jail. If not for his intervention, Erikur would have convinced the Jarl to execute her - and for treason no less. As if Roggvir's execution was not enough, with Erikur in charge, Solitude would turn into the new Helgen in no time. Falk just imagined the picture in his head: Capital of Skyrim – where the government executes her citizens for seeking help. Like the Empire did not provide enough legitimacy for that hotheaded in Windhelm already. Falk truly believed only a dragon could make more political mess than Erikur could. Falk only kept him around for his money – so long as he could help fund General Tullius from his own personal pocket, Skyrim citizens didn't need to do so full time. Thus Falk was allowing Haafingar to save up more money from taxes on business and property holders; giving Jarl Elisif the time she need to prove herself. The woman words continued to bother him. What if her words were true, after all? He sent the guards as promised, but once more, ordered them not to attack. It was a question asked often, sometimes the bandits themselves would wonder: Why not? Ask a farmer what would happen if the Aldmeri Dominion did not exist and he would say that there would have been peace. Ask a guard what would happen if there were no bandits and he would say the people would have peace. Ask a Imperial Officer what would happen if the Stormcloaks did not exist and he would say there would have been peace. Ask a Jarl what would happen if the Aldmeri Dominion did not exist, and what would happen if bandits and Stormcloaks did not exist either and he would have said he would no longer be a Jarl. Without any of those the people would stand united. The people could easily rebel and replace him before he could count to ten. When the people are divided and fearful it is easier to rule them. He stayed outside far longer than usual. Getting the woman words out of his head was much harder than he imagined. Mainly because they were half-true. "All you care about is covering your own ass!" He remembered the woman words, "You don't even know the people you rule! When was the last time you left this palace?" She was right. He mainly knew officials names, but the people themselves? Were they loyal? Do they fear him, or do they love him? He wanted to find out and started making his way to the Winking Skeever from the Blue Palace. The road was fairly quiet and well lit for a nighttime walk but few people ever got of the house in those hours. As a former member of the companions, Falk was not afraid to go alone. The men who thought about attacking him had to be more foolish than Erikur - not only did he know how to defend himself, he also knew how to make their life harder had they survived his beatings. He did not turn the help when it came to him, though. Two guards approached and recognized him by face. He was more than happy to take them as escort. It was better to be safe than sorry, after all. He did not expect to find new lands within the Winking Skeever but it was a good starting point and the best way to get in touch with his subjects. As he entered the tavern and approached the bar, he caught everyone's attention. They did not speak with him, but their stares alone were enough for him to know he's not welcome. The first thought that came to his mind was that it was a bad idea. The second thought was to give it another chance. He was never one to give up quick. He sat at the bar and discussed trivial matters with a few people. If anything, he was glad to meet Corpulus Vinius again. It was always a pleasure talking to the man over Stros M'Kai Rum. He mentioned that the fact that his guards entered the tavern wasn't doing him any good. Falk looked back and found guards guarding the door. He did not remember ordering the guards to follow him inside. Outside he thanked them for their initiative and told them they are free to go. They did not help his goal but Falk didn't think so badly of it as the people around the tables went on their business as usual. He had to thank them again later, maybe give them a more interesting post. Solitude must be pretty boring If they've found themselves time to enter the tavern. The stares calmed down, and then vanished altogether as time passed. He didn't need to stay long to hear the usual drivel anyway… The people were not that different from past years. All they cared about was getting through the month with coin in their pockets and whether they should buy a tempered steel sword or an eleven sword to protect their families. Before he decided it's time to go back, his eyes caught something out of the ordinary. Coming down the stairs were a man and a woman in a revealing attire. Her dress was so short it barely covered her thunderous thighs. One would have to be blind not to see what goods she was selling. The woman walked around the tables but not in order to serve food. Most hands sent to her body she got rid of, but others were allowed to grope and slap her hindquarters. It made Falk wonder just how long this has been under his nose. She disgusted Falk as she started dancing around the men and women without a care in the world. She would rob them of their every septim for a short time with her. She wore a fur coat that covered her big, uneven breasts. Without any buttons or laces to her coat, it was easy for her to show her goods. The people who opened their coin purses got to see them up close and against their faces. Her eyes met his for a brief moment. Falk squinted with a frowned face, hoping the woman would come to her senses and recognize him but she only replied to him with a wide smile from her full cheeks. She didn't even know who he was. He rubbed his eyes and looked back at the guards that entered the tavern with him. They looked like they enjoyed the sights but did not move from the door. Falk turned to Vinius in anger, "Have you lost your mind? Did everyone!?" "Come on, Falk. Give it a break. Those new girls are good for business." "Girls?" Falk said with a shocked look on his face, "Are you part of this, Vinius!?" "Listen, I don't break the law and neither are those girls. They just come to me and ask to rent a room. It's not my business what they're doing there, nor do I care to know how many lovers she's got in her life." "They're good for everyone. When was the last time you saw men so happy? People here are tired of death and misery, Falk. At least now they don't get drunk and beat their women senseless." "They're good for everyone besides themselves. You think this is what Skyrim needs during war? Our women being degraded to prostitution? Where are the other girls staying? Who makes profits from all this madness? Tell me!" Falk demanded to know. Falk could not control his anger and slowly realized how quiet the place went after he spoke. All the eyes in the Inn were gazing at him, and the look on them was far from pleasant. His presence alone caused antagonism, but his words just added wood to the fire. "You're ruining everyone's fun, including mine." The woman was the first to reply to Falk's words. He stood amazed, as the guards did not stop the woman advancements. He started to wonder what their real job was seeing as they just leaned against the door with their backs. She started to rub her body against the men groins, free of charge from the look of it. Like good puppies, everyone sat eagerly in their seat waiting for their turn. A man rose from his chair and pointed at Falk, "Leave this place alone! There are no laws in Skyrim forbidding prostitution! Who are you to tell us what our home need or how we should spend our money?" "I'm doing this out of my free will…" The woman added oil to the fire and the complaints about his presence got both louder and cheekier. Falk looked all around in disbelief. All the people in the tavern spoke against him. He was powerless to stop them. "Go back to your palace!" "Take your noble, self-righteous ass out of our tavern!" "Aye, aye!" Another shouted, "This here is the common people tavern!" "This one here is a decent woman! You are mistaking her for the whores in your palace!" Corpulus caught his attention as he grabbed his mug of Rum and placed it behind him, "I think you had enough for today, good friend… Why don't you go home to think a little, huh?" "Sophia, ignore this drunkard preacher! Come here, I have a special seat for you!" The guards approached Falk and one of them whispered, "I think we should leave now." Falk nodded and the guards stood to his left and right. Hands on the hilts of their swords. If he wasn't a recognized face in the Hold one could think the guards were escorting a troublesome criminal to prison. When they got out Falk immediately demanded they remove their helmets and give him their names but his demands were in vain. The imposters did not reply. "Are you deaf!? I gave you an order!" "Why just look at you little birdie." One of them laughed and placed his index finger on his nose and gently tried to push him back; Falk quickly slapped the finger away in anger. Falk saw his brown eyes through the helmet – he memorized the little he could see. Small eye sockets and wide apart from each other. Low black eyebrows gave them a serious, penetrating look. His eyes were greedy; so greedy they were greedier than that woman insatiable lust. "You fell from that strange blue tree. Broke one of your wings? Thought the cats in the city could help you recover?" "Who are you? Are you behind this?" "The children inside found themselves a lot of candies recently. I wonder what would happen If someone decided to take all of it away?" "Children can be educated. Tell me who—" His words were cut short by the imposters' bestial laugh. It was an insane laugh that left him paralyzed and sent shivers up and down his spine – he was sure to remember it. No sane men laugh like that. "I agree!" One of them said barely containing his laugh, "What was the name of that tutor again? Remind me, will ya?" "Bryling or something…" "Bryling! Yes, I heard she's an excellent teacher. What do you think, birdie?" Falk placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and before he could even move his hand one of the men made a sudden step forward to shoulder him. The impact from his armor dropped Falk flat to the ground in pain. They drew their swords half way through the sheaths to their waist. "You best go now, old man. The road back to the Palace is well lit, and not very dangerous." The imposters entered back to the tavern and shut the door behind them. Falk wanted to believe he was dreaming. In all of his years as a steward he never felt so powerless.

Does this work on creatures? Because when I chose to surrender drauger just keep killing me. Is something wrong with my setup or everyone have that problem? Beast animations is checked, disable victim controls is checked, creature vs, female is also checked in Defeat MCM.   I ran FNIS after installing the mod but it did not help.