Returning to Haelga’s Bunkhouse, we’re greeted warmly. But then, of course we are. To Svana Far-Shield and Haelga, we are their Master and Mistress, and their one true reason for living. They eagerly drop everything to attend to us the moment we enter the building and raise no protest when we push for them to take us to Haelga’s bedroom.
The blonde Nord’s room is of course the largest in the bunkhouse, and so the four of us retire there, to take a load off so to speak. Though at the moment, it would be more accurate to say that Svana Far-Shield was eagerly trying to put a load ON.
The busty red-haired Nord is currently on her knees in front of me, her top pulled down and her beautiful, massive tits out in the open and wrapped around my golden cock. As she pushes her breasts together with her arms, her hands up in the air and curled into cute little fists, Svana looks up at me while leaning in to lap at the tip of my dick every time it pushes out from between her gorgeous bust.
“Am I, ah, doing it right, M-Master?”
Chuckling, I nod.
“You’re doing just fine, pet. Keep it up.”
“Yes, mm, Master!”
As Svana continues to give me a truly spectacular titjob, licking and slurping away at my cockhead every chance she gets, I grin and place a hand atop her head, even as I look over her to the other part of the room. Svanna isn’t using Haelga as she normally would. Rather than having the blonde Nord eat her out, Svanna is engaging in something more… dramatic.
I’d known Haelga was a follower of Dibella, of course. One of the Nine Divines, Dibella was the Goddess of Beauty, Love, Art, and Music. Haelga was one of those followers that hewed closer to the first two, then the last. She was beautiful... and she certainly enjoyed spreading the love, from what I knew of her from the game.
However, I hadn’t realized that would mean she would have so many sex toys! It wasn’t like Skyrim had any sort of plastics or anything like that, and yet Haelga had a number of false phalluses made to mimic that of a man’s cock, and even had one with straps attached to it. It wasn’t like Nirya’s back in Winterhold, wasn’t some magical device, but instead just a roughly crafted set of implements that Haelga had clearly used on other women or had used on her in turn by other women.
That was what was happening now. Svanna had a big grin on her face, and my little Dragonborn seemed to be quite enjoying being the one doing the fucking, for once. Wearing Haelga’s medieval strap-on, the lithe red head has a fistful of the beautiful blonde’s hair and is plowing her silly from behind. Haelga, meanwhile, on her hands and knees getting fucked doggystyle, is clearly having the time of her life, moaning up a storm and clawing at the floor with one hand while the other feels up one of her tits.
Its an incredibly sexy sight, in my humble opinion. Svanna isn’t showing Haelga any mercy, that’s for sure, and whether that’s just because she’s relieving tension and stress or because she’s looking to punish Haelga for purchasing the version of her from this timeline, I know not. In the end, it doesn’t matter. Both Haelga and Svanna’s doppelganger are under our control, and that’s not going to change any time soon.
Of course, by this point Haelga is positively losing it. Her eyes are rolled back in her head, her tongue is lolling out of her mouth, and there’s no telling just how many times she’s cum around the fake cock that Svanna is relentlessly fucking in and out of her pussy. Unlike sex with a real man and a real phallus, there’s no obvious ending to sex between two women with the use of a strap-on, is there? Hm, so I’ll have to make one.
Letting out a groan, I proceed to cum all over Svana’s face and tits, covering the big-breasted doppelganger in my seed. She gasps and rears back, but can’t exactly stop me from coating her with my cum. Not that she would want to. As she moans and wiggles, rubbing my ejaculate into her soft tracts of land, I growl and pat my knee.
“Up.”
Svana rises and tries to climb into my lap, only to be spun around. Facing away from me, she finds herself pulled back onto my cock… but instead of penetrating her cunt, I sink into her ass instead. Impaling her upon my cock via the back door, I grin, listening to her squeals. They’re like music to my ears, but more importantly than that, they draw Svanna’s attention, my Dragonborn’s eyes flicking up and over to us as she slows down over with Haelga.
Pointedly, I lift Svana’s cum covered tits up, while using my knees to spread her legs and show off her dripping wet, completely unoccupied snatch. Realizing what I’m offering her, Svanna’s eyes light up, and she pulls out of Haelga, leaving the blonde slut insensate on the floor right there. Walking over, Svanna grabs a fistful of Svana’s hair and pulls her doppelganger into a cum-filled kiss, licking up the seed from her lips and then moving to her cheeks and beyond.
At the same time, she stuffs the strap-on she’s wearing up into Svana’s cunt, helping me to DP the poor girl between us both. With her lower holes made airtight by my real cock and Svanna’s fake one, the young woman, who never stood a chance and would never have a life of adventure like Svanna had, can only cry out in an ugly fashion as we take her between us, pounding up into both her ass and her quivering quim.
I lose track of how many times Svana cums for us, mostly because I’m not trying to keep track in the first place. Instead, I’m watching as Svanna cleans her doppelganger’s huge tits of my seed, as she licks it up while gazing up at me with lust-filled eyes. Honestly, I’m not surprised in the slightest, when the lithe Dragonborn eventually tears Svana off of my lap before I can cum again, ripping the strap-on from her crotch so she can sink down onto me instead.
The red head is insatiable… but I don’t mind it one bit, as we fuck relentlessly for hours on end, Svana and Haelga little more than afterthoughts, barely even sexual aids in our pursuit of higher and higher amounts of pleasurable ecstasy.
-x-X-x-
After leaving Haelga’s Bunkhouse, we don’t immediately go back to the Cistern. Mostly because it’s gotten rather late, and so I see an opportunity to do some extra work on the side. I’ve promised Svanna that we’ll collect all twenty-four Stones of Barenziah after all and collect them we shall. The next closest is in Mistveil Keep here in Riften, so we hop over there to steal it right out from under the Jarl’s nose… and for good measure, I also go about Dream Charming the Jarl and every member of her court as they lay there sleeping in their beds.
You never know when you might want to have an in with the local government, after all. Then, even though it was still late at night, Svanna and I headed back down into the Thieves Guild via the cemetery entrance. As expected, Brynjolf was up and waiting for us. After all, the night was a perfect time for getting dark dealings done.
“Word on the street is Goldenglow’s been hit. Good job, lass.”
Svanna just nods, the satisfied smirk on her face having literally nothing to do with Goldenglow itself, and everything to do with what had taken place afterwards. The Goldenglow Job was child’s play. An easy smash and grab. No one would even know we’d done it, except for the fact that the Thieves Guild had sent us to, so they knew at least.
Afterwards though, recovering Svanna’s ‘ruby’ and then having our way with her doppelganger and her doppelganger’s ‘aunt’… that had been a treat and a half, and it was clear to me at least that Svanna was feeling quite satisfied with the day’s work after all of that. Clearing my throat, I hand over the documents we got out of the safe. Brynjolf’s gaze flicks towards me for a second as he takes them, and then he’s reading.
“… Let me take a look at what you found. Wait, Aringoth sold Goldenglow? What’s that idiot thinking?! He has no idea the extent of Maven’s fury when she’s been cut out of a deal… heh, but I’m certain he’ll find out. Tch, if only the parchment had the buyer’s name, instead of this odd symbol. You two have any idea what it might be?”
I raise a brow at that and shake my head as Svanna does the same.
“We’re new in town, you know that. I would think that if anyone had an idea, it would have to be you and your lot.”
“Blast. Well, I’ll check my sources and speak to Mercer. For now, though, you’re off to speak to Maven Black-Briar. She asked for you by name.”
I vaguely recalled this from the game, but I couldn’t help but be curious, so I asked the obvious.
“Which of us did she ask for by name?”
This time, Brynjolf’s gaze lingers on me for a bit longer.
“Both of you. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. She needs some help with some business, that’s all.”
“And what sort of business would that be?”
Shaking his head, Brynjolf smirks.
“That’s between you and Maven, and I prefer to keep it that way. Don’t worry too much though, Maven’s business usually involves quite a bit of gold for her people. Ah, which reminds me… your pay. Heh, you two do good work. Keep doing right by us, and there’s plenty more where that came from.”
God, Brynjolf sounds so proud. I think I do quite a valiant job of keeping a straight face, even as Svanna and I take the absolute pittance of coin he gives both of us. We’re both quite rich by this point, with Svanna using me and my inventory as her own personal roaming hoard. She’s almost certainly the richest woman in all of Skyrim, not that anyone knows it, heh.
Regardless, Brynjolf steps away from us, leaving us to it. I glance at Svanna and see the way she shrugs at me. A bit too late to visit Maven now, isn’t it… we’ll go first thing in the morning. In the meantime, it had been a while since Svanna and I had played our little sneak game, hadn’t it? And I was just so close to level one thousand, I could taste it. Only a few dozen more levels and I’d be in the four digits.
It wasn’t like it seemed to matter anymore, I hadn’t gotten anything besides another ten points in Health, Stamina, or Magicka for ages. But hey, it was a nice, big number, wasn’t it? And it seemed fun to me.
Tugging on Svanna, I give her a grin as I pull her up to the quiet, darkened streets of Riften.
“The guards around here are paid off to ignore the Thieves Guild’s dealings, but they probably have better eyes for it, rather than worse. The trick won’t be not getting in trouble, it’ll be finding the difference between getting caught and actually getting called out.”
Svanna pauses for a moment… before grinning and nodding, accepting my rules as they were. And so, the two of us begin moving through the streets, a pair of unseen wraiths, while I reset Sneak for the first time in weeks and began using it to eke out those last fifty or so levels to a thousand…
-x-X-x-
Congratulations! For hitting Level One-Thousand, you have unlocked the Skyrim Skill Uncapper Mod!
All Skills have had their old caps removed! All Skills now cap out at One-Thousand!
It happens in the middle of our playtime. Thanks to our enchanted gear, this game really is kind of pointless, so instead Svanna and I begin to one-up each other by pulling pranks on the guards instead. Seeing as we can’t even see one another, all we can really do is look for each other’s next move, and then try to do better than that.
In the end, I get plenty of levels off of it… enough to tip me over the edge. Hitting Level One-Thousand was just supposed to be a vanity project. The last time anything interesting happened had been back at Level Two-Hundred and Fifty, when the Ordinator System had unlocked. When nothing more had happened since then, not at any of the obvious level up points like five hundred or seven-hundred and fifty, I had assumed, justifiably so in my opinion, that there was nothing else to be found.
I had been unequivocally wrong, and I’d never been happier about that fact. With my Skills suddenly uncapped, I’d been gaining new skill levels and thus new level ups all morning long. As the sun rose over Riften, I hit the eleven-hundredth level with almost startling ease. It was… an immense feeling of power, if I was being honest. The skills governed everything your character did in Skyrim. For me, they were always just a means to an end, or so I thought.
But no, not quite. Because now that I no longer had old limits, I could tell that having Skills in the hundreds, and steadily climbing up to a thousand in some cases, was quite literally increasing other things, like my intelligence and my strength. The sort of stats you’d have in most other RPG video games, were definitely hidden in the underlying game design of Skyrim in some way, shape, or form.
I was beginning to understand the world around me better. I was beginning to see people for who they really were. In some cases, it diminished them in my eyes. In other cases, like with Svanna… she was so beautiful. I don’t know how I couldn’t see it before now, but she shone with this brightness to her that made her all the more valuable to me.
Things were changing fast. I was leveling rapidly, even more rapidly than before. Seeing as the Ordinator Perks were still all locked to the first one hundred levels of any given skill, I could effectively reset all of my skills at any time I wanted, get them back to one hundred in no time at all, put all my perks back in place, and then level them the rest of the way to a thousand at my leisure.
Prestiging was definitely much more prestigious now that it took more than an hour of outright concerted effort to get any Skill up to Max, but at the same time… well, it was a whole lot more levels a whole lot faster.
If it were just me, I’d probably just go off and ignore all of the quests and storylines for like a week while seeing just how far I could push things. But I was with Svanna, and we were trying to get this damn narrative on track. We still needed to talk to Nocturnal… or at least, I thought we did. Was it possible we didn’t need to? Was it possible I could figure this all out myself?
Either way, for now at least, Svanna and I made our way to The Bee and the Barb once it was well into the morning. There, we’d been told we would find Maven Black-Briar waiting for us. I’d explained what was happening to me to Svanna, because I no longer kept things from her, but I wasn’t sure if she fully understood it.
Of course, the effect of my… presence was starting to get to some people, I’d noticed. As we step inside of the inn, having hundreds of points in Speech and Illusion respectively, reinforcing my Auras and my Charisma, had a visible effect on everyone else in the tavern. Svanna and I ignore them, but they don’t ignore us, staring at me unabashedly as we make our way over to Maven.
Even Maven Black-Briar, the most powerful woman in Riften, supposedly, opens her mouth only to have words fail her, as she stares at us both for a moment, perplexed. I raise an eyebrow and just smile at her.
“Shall we take this somewhere a bit more private, Lady Black-Briar?”
After a moment, she swallows thickly, and I can’t deny, it’s amusing as all hell to see THE Maven Black-Briar on the back foot.
“… Yes, I think that would be for the best. Let us adjourn to my Lodge.”
Well now, that didn’t happen in the game. I share a knowing smirk with Svanna, who grins right back at me. Of everyone, she’s the only one still treating me the same. Together, we follow Maven out of the inn and down the street towards Black-Briar Lodge, the woman’s residence in Riften. This was bound to be an interesting talk, for sure…
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Returning to Haelga’s Bunkhouse, we’re greeted warmly. But then, of course we are. To Svana Far-Shield and Haelga, we are their Master and Mistress, and their one true reason for living. They eagerly drop everything to attend to us the moment we enter the building and raise no protest when we push for them to take us to Haelga’s bedroom.
The blonde Nord’s room is of course the largest in the bunkhouse, and so the four of us retire there, to take a load off so to speak. Though at the moment, it would be more accurate to say that Svana Far-Shield was eagerly trying to put a load ON.
The busty red-haired Nord is currently on her knees in front of me, her top pulled down and her beautiful, massive tits out in the open and wrapped around my golden cock. As she pushes her breasts together with her arms, her hands up in the air and curled into cute little fists, Svana looks up at me while leaning in to lap at the tip of my dick every time it pushes out from between her gorgeous bust.
“Am I, ah, doing it right, M-Master?”
Chuckling, I nod.
“You’re doing just fine, pet. Keep it up.”
“Yes, mm, Master!”
As Svana continues to give me a truly spectacular titjob, licking and slurping away at my cockhead every chance she gets, I grin and place a hand atop her head, even as I look over her to the other part of the room. Svanna isn’t using Haelga as she normally would. Rather than having the blonde Nord eat her out, Svanna is engaging in something more… dramatic.
I’d known Haelga was a follower of Dibella, of course. One of the Nine Divines, Dibella was the Goddess of Beauty, Love, Art, and Music. Haelga was one of those followers that hewed closer to the first two, then the last. She was beautiful... and she certainly enjoyed spreading the love, from what I knew of her from the game.
However, I hadn’t realized that would mean she would have so many sex toys! It wasn’t like Skyrim had any sort of plastics or anything like that, and yet Haelga had a number of false phalluses made to mimic that of a man’s cock, and even had one with straps attached to it. It wasn’t like Nirya’s back in Winterhold, wasn’t some magical device, but instead just a roughly crafted set of implements that Haelga had clearly used on other women or had used on her in turn by other women.
That was what was happening now. Svanna had a big grin on her face, and my little Dragonborn seemed to be quite enjoying being the one doing the fucking, for once. Wearing Haelga’s medieval strap-on, the lithe red head has a fistful of the beautiful blonde’s hair and is plowing her silly from behind. Haelga, meanwhile, on her hands and knees getting fucked doggystyle, is clearly having the time of her life, moaning up a storm and clawing at the floor with one hand while the other feels up one of her tits.
Its an incredibly sexy sight, in my humble opinion. Svanna isn’t showing Haelga any mercy, that’s for sure, and whether that’s just because she’s relieving tension and stress or because she’s looking to punish Haelga for purchasing the version of her from this timeline, I know not. In the end, it doesn’t matter. Both Haelga and Svanna’s doppelganger are under our control, and that’s not going to change any time soon.
Of course, by this point Haelga is positively losing it. Her eyes are rolled back in her head, her tongue is lolling out of her mouth, and there’s no telling just how many times she’s cum around the fake cock that Svanna is relentlessly fucking in and out of her pussy. Unlike sex with a real man and a real phallus, there’s no obvious ending to sex between two women with the use of a strap-on, is there? Hm, so I’ll have to make one.
Letting out a groan, I proceed to cum all over Svana’s face and tits, covering the big-breasted doppelganger in my seed. She gasps and rears back, but can’t exactly stop me from coating her with my cum. Not that she would want to. As she moans and wiggles, rubbing my ejaculate into her soft tracts of land, I growl and pat my knee.
“Up.”
Svana rises and tries to climb into my lap, only to be spun around. Facing away from me, she finds herself pulled back onto my cock… but instead of penetrating her cunt, I sink into her ass instead. Impaling her upon my cock via the back door, I grin, listening to her squeals. They’re like music to my ears, but more importantly than that, they draw Svanna’s attention, my Dragonborn’s eyes flicking up and over to us as she slows down over with Haelga.
Pointedly, I lift Svana’s cum covered tits up, while using my knees to spread her legs and show off her dripping wet, completely unoccupied snatch. Realizing what I’m offering her, Svanna’s eyes light up, and she pulls out of Haelga, leaving the blonde slut insensate on the floor right there. Walking over, Svanna grabs a fistful of Svana’s hair and pulls her doppelganger into a cum-filled kiss, licking up the seed from her lips and then moving to her cheeks and beyond.
At the same time, she stuffs the strap-on she’s wearing up into Svana’s cunt, helping me to DP the poor girl between us both. With her lower holes made airtight by my real cock and Svanna’s fake one, the young woman, who never stood a chance and would never have a life of adventure like Svanna had, can only cry out in an ugly fashion as we take her between us, pounding up into both her ass and her quivering quim.
I lose track of how many times Svana cums for us, mostly because I’m not trying to keep track in the first place. Instead, I’m watching as Svanna cleans her doppelganger’s huge tits of my seed, as she licks it up while gazing up at me with lust-filled eyes. Honestly, I’m not surprised in the slightest, when the lithe Dragonborn eventually tears Svana off of my lap before I can cum again, ripping the strap-on from her crotch so she can sink down onto me instead.
The red head is insatiable… but I don’t mind it one bit, as we fuck relentlessly for hours on end, Svana and Haelga little more than afterthoughts, barely even sexual aids in our pursuit of higher and higher amounts of pleasurable ecstasy.
-x-X-x-
After leaving Haelga’s Bunkhouse, we don’t immediately go back to the Cistern. Mostly because it’s gotten rather late, and so I see an opportunity to do some extra work on the side. I’ve promised Svanna that we’ll collect all twenty-four Stones of Barenziah after all and collect them we shall. The next closest is in Mistveil Keep here in Riften, so we hop over there to steal it right out from under the Jarl’s nose… and for good measure, I also go about Dream Charming the Jarl and every member of her court as they lay there sleeping in their beds.
You never know when you might want to have an in with the local government, after all. Then, even though it was still late at night, Svanna and I headed back down into the Thieves Guild via the cemetery entrance. As expected, Brynjolf was up and waiting for us. After all, the night was a perfect time for getting dark dealings done.
“Word on the street is Goldenglow’s been hit. Good job, lass.”
Svanna just nods, the satisfied smirk on her face having literally nothing to do with Goldenglow itself, and everything to do with what had taken place afterwards. The Goldenglow Job was child’s play. An easy smash and grab. No one would even know we’d done it, except for the fact that the Thieves Guild had sent us to, so they knew at least.
Afterwards though, recovering Svanna’s ‘ruby’ and then having our way with her doppelganger and her doppelganger’s ‘aunt’… that had been a treat and a half, and it was clear to me at least that Svanna was feeling quite satisfied with the day’s work after all of that. Clearing my throat, I hand over the documents we got out of the safe. Brynjolf’s gaze flicks towards me for a second as he takes them, and then he’s reading.
“… Let me take a look at what you found. Wait, Aringoth sold Goldenglow? What’s that idiot thinking?! He has no idea the extent of Maven’s fury when she’s been cut out of a deal… heh, but I’m certain he’ll find out. Tch, if only the parchment had the buyer’s name, instead of this odd symbol. You two have any idea what it might be?”
I raise a brow at that and shake my head as Svanna does the same.
“We’re new in town, you know that. I would think that if anyone had an idea, it would have to be you and your lot.”
“Blast. Well, I’ll check my sources and speak to Mercer. For now, though, you’re off to speak to Maven Black-Briar. She asked for you by name.”
I vaguely recalled this from the game, but I couldn’t help but be curious, so I asked the obvious.
“Which of us did she ask for by name?”
This time, Brynjolf’s gaze lingers on me for a bit longer.
“Both of you. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. She needs some help with some business, that’s all.”
“And what sort of business would that be?”
Shaking his head, Brynjolf smirks.
“That’s between you and Maven, and I prefer to keep it that way. Don’t worry too much though, Maven’s business usually involves quite a bit of gold for her people. Ah, which reminds me… your pay. Heh, you two do good work. Keep doing right by us, and there’s plenty more where that came from.”
God, Brynjolf sounds so proud. I think I do quite a valiant job of keeping a straight face, even as Svanna and I take the absolute pittance of coin he gives both of us. We’re both quite rich by this point, with Svanna using me and my inventory as her own personal roaming hoard. She’s almost certainly the richest woman in all of Skyrim, not that anyone knows it, heh.
Regardless, Brynjolf steps away from us, leaving us to it. I glance at Svanna and see the way she shrugs at me. A bit too late to visit Maven now, isn’t it… we’ll go first thing in the morning. In the meantime, it had been a while since Svanna and I had played our little sneak game, hadn’t it? And I was just so close to level one thousand, I could taste it. Only a few dozen more levels and I’d be in the four digits.
It wasn’t like it seemed to matter anymore, I hadn’t gotten anything besides another ten points in Health, Stamina, or Magicka for ages. But hey, it was a nice, big number, wasn’t it? And it seemed fun to me.
Tugging on Svanna, I give her a grin as I pull her up to the quiet, darkened streets of Riften.
“The guards around here are paid off to ignore the Thieves Guild’s dealings, but they probably have better eyes for it, rather than worse. The trick won’t be not getting in trouble, it’ll be finding the difference between getting caught and actually getting called out.”
Svanna pauses for a moment… before grinning and nodding, accepting my rules as they were. And so, the two of us begin moving through the streets, a pair of unseen wraiths, while I reset Sneak for the first time in weeks and began using it to eke out those last fifty or so levels to a thousand…
-x-X-x-
Congratulations! For hitting Level One-Thousand, you have unlocked the Skyrim Skill Uncapper Mod!
All Skills have had their old caps removed! All Skills now cap out at One-Thousand!
It happens in the middle of our playtime. Thanks to our enchanted gear, this game really is kind of pointless, so instead Svanna and I begin to one-up each other by pulling pranks on the guards instead. Seeing as we can’t even see one another, all we can really do is look for each other’s next move, and then try to do better than that.
In the end, I get plenty of levels off of it… enough to tip me over the edge. Hitting Level One-Thousand was just supposed to be a vanity project. The last time anything interesting happened had been back at Level Two-Hundred and Fifty, when the Ordinator System had unlocked. When nothing more had happened since then, not at any of the obvious level up points like five hundred or seven-hundred and fifty, I had assumed, justifiably so in my opinion, that there was nothing else to be found.
I had been unequivocally wrong, and I’d never been happier about that fact. With my Skills suddenly uncapped, I’d been gaining new skill levels and thus new level ups all morning long. As the sun rose over Riften, I hit the eleven-hundredth level with almost startling ease. It was… an immense feeling of power, if I was being honest. The skills governed everything your character did in Skyrim. For me, they were always just a means to an end, or so I thought.
But no, not quite. Because now that I no longer had old limits, I could tell that having Skills in the hundreds, and steadily climbing up to a thousand in some cases, was quite literally increasing other things, like my intelligence and my strength. The sort of stats you’d have in most other RPG video games, were definitely hidden in the underlying game design of Skyrim in some way, shape, or form.
I was beginning to understand the world around me better. I was beginning to see people for who they really were. In some cases, it diminished them in my eyes. In other cases, like with Svanna… she was so beautiful. I don’t know how I couldn’t see it before now, but she shone with this brightness to her that made her all the more valuable to me.
Things were changing fast. I was leveling rapidly, even more rapidly than before. Seeing as the Ordinator Perks were still all locked to the first one hundred levels of any given skill, I could effectively reset all of my skills at any time I wanted, get them back to one hundred in no time at all, put all my perks back in place, and then level them the rest of the way to a thousand at my leisure.
Prestiging was definitely much more prestigious now that it took more than an hour of outright concerted effort to get any Skill up to Max, but at the same time… well, it was a whole lot more levels a whole lot faster.
If it were just me, I’d probably just go off and ignore all of the quests and storylines for like a week while seeing just how far I could push things. But I was with Svanna, and we were trying to get this damn narrative on track. We still needed to talk to Nocturnal… or at least, I thought we did. Was it possible we didn’t need to? Was it possible I could figure this all out myself?
Either way, for now at least, Svanna and I made our way to The Bee and the Barb once it was well into the morning. There, we’d been told we would find Maven Black-Briar waiting for us. I’d explained what was happening to me to Svanna, because I no longer kept things from her, but I wasn’t sure if she fully understood it.
Of course, the effect of my… presence was starting to get to some people, I’d noticed. As we step inside of the inn, having hundreds of points in Speech and Illusion respectively, reinforcing my Auras and my Charisma, had a visible effect on everyone else in the tavern. Svanna and I ignore them, but they don’t ignore us, staring at me unabashedly as we make our way over to Maven.
Even Maven Black-Briar, the most powerful woman in Riften, supposedly, opens her mouth only to have words fail her, as she stares at us both for a moment, perplexed. I raise an eyebrow and just smile at her.
“Shall we take this somewhere a bit more private, Lady Black-Briar?”
After a moment, she swallows thickly, and I can’t deny, it’s amusing as all hell to see THE Maven Black-Briar on the back foot.
“… Yes, I think that would be for the best. Let us adjourn to my Lodge.”
Well now, that didn’t happen in the game. I share a knowing smirk with Svanna, who grins right back at me. Of everyone, she’s the only one still treating me the same. Together, we follow Maven out of the inn and down the street towards Black-Briar Lodge, the woman’s residence in Riften. This was bound to be an interesting talk, for sure…
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