“I woke up alone and somewhere strange. Almost like the Akropolis that I was used to, but there was no water around my floating islands. There was nothing. These islands were much larger and there were people here. I talked to them and they said I was in the Realm of Lorkhan. I had no clue what that was considering I was in the Star City just a few hours ago. Was I dreaming?

I pinched myself but didn’t wake up.

Where was Jespar? I went into the large building and realized that I did not have my clothes on. I was running around this place in my undergarments. So I quickly equipped some armor I found before my embarrassment could be played out further.

I was hungry and thirsty. Luckily one of the people here (a cat person) gave me something to eat and drink. It all seemed so real yet unreal at the same time. One of them explained to me that all I had to do was touch one of the crystals.”

Successfully modded Skyrim! But what do I do? Yes. I made Clerissa in Skyrim. Clerissa Dal’Varek (as she is now going by because of course she took up Jes’ last name) wakes up in a strange new realm. Little does she know that she is far from the safety of Star City and is about to go into a new world where the Cleansing doesn’t even exist. All alone and no clue about anything about her, Clerissa is about to go on an adventure that is less heartbreaking than what she endeared in Enderal.

She just wishes Jes was with her. Maybe once she manages to get back to the Star City, she can tell him all about it. And feel sad that no one exists on Vyn anymore.

Here are the same pictures without the shader I’m using. Yes the shader is extremely vibrant as you can tell, but I’d prefer a colorful Skyrim to a dull one.

Wanna tag along with Clerissa’s new adventure since I highkey miss her but don’t want to try and remake her and go through all that heartbreak in Enderal? Then feel free to join! It’s gonna be a trip!

What should I title the series?

Lost Prophetess?

Clerissa in Skyrim?

“It was a long day. So long that I went back to the inn, bought a shit ton of wine, drank most of it, and found a lute and played a few songs. I actually wasn’t terrible despite being drunk. My skills have not deteriorated.

So allow me to tell you, my trusty little journal, about today.

After resting, I went with Erandur, the Priest of Mara who asked for my help, to Nightcaller Temple. He explained to me that we had to destroy an ancient artifact within the temple to get rid of the nightmares plaguing the people of Dawnstar. Sounded easy enough except, of course, there was a barrier blocking our way. Erandur explained there was a way past it but he needed to go to the library to see if the book was still there.

I was confused, wondering how he knew so much and then he admitted that he was once a cultist in this temple. A follower of this Vaermina. I became distrustful of him because I really don’t like being lied to.

We went to the library and he explained that we could get past the barrier by drinking a specific potion and entering something called the Dreamstride.

But of course, he couldn’t take the potion since he was now a devoted priest of Mara. So of course, I have to take the damn potion.

As if I hadn’t had enough living through other people’s memories. Which is exactly what this was. I was living through another person’s eyes. My thoughts, my voice, my movements were not my own. I was moving through the temple until I was on the other side of the barrier. Then I woke up in my own body. Erandur was amazed because I disappeared when I drank the potion, then reappeared right there. I opened the barrier and then we went to the main chamber of the temple where the artifact was located.

We were attacked by two of Erandur’s old colleagues. He didn’t want to kill them but did so anyways along with my help. After that, he performed a ritual to destroy the Skull of Corruption. While I watched, I heard a voice speak in my head. It sounded like a woman who told me Erandur was going to betray me.

I’ve had enough experiences with voices telling me lies in my head that I ignored her. She wanted me to kill him and take the skull. My body urged to do it, but I resisted and the Skull was destroyed. Erandur thanked me for my help and offered to help me on my journey if I ever needed him.

So all in all, the day was very long and I was very tired. Dreamwalking and voices in my head is nothing new. But I was hoping I could get rid of it in this new world. Wonder what else will come to me.

Hopefully I do make it back home because when I do, I’ll show this, my journal, to Jes. To you. I questioned why I was writing my thoughts down when I realized I wouldn’t be able to explain all of this. And that I missed you terribly. So maybe that’s why I started writing everything down. Because I want you to know what’s happening. I hope I can make it back to Vyn. Or find a way to bring you here. At least there are people here. We wouldn’t be the only people left alive.

Is that selfish for the next civilization to come on Vyn? To leave them to their fates rather than warn them about the High Ones? It may be, but being back in action in a completely new world makes me crave for something other than waiting for the day civilization will rise again just to warn them of the High Ones and the Cleansing.

Here in Skyrim, there is no worrying about that. Despite the freezing cold and this Daedric Prince, things have been relatively calm. I wish you were here. It would be nice.”

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“Well. Today I almost murdered a child. Normally I can take a few taunts and jeers every now and then, but this bratty little shit made me want to punt him through a gods-damned window and into the void. I was fine with the first few jeers he sent my way, but then he over did it and gods have mercy, I was so close to slapping him.

The kid lost his parents in the mine and, for some cold-hearted reason, really doesn’t care. The alchemist in Dawnstar took him in and he’s waiting for her to die so that he turn her shop into a museum. Little uncouth, but okay. Although, if it were me, I wouldn’t be trying to fill the museum with fake artifacts. Maybe I could tell him about the High Ones and scare the ever living shit out of him...that’s not me. I’m not that mean. Well...for that kid...I might make an exception.

After speaking to the irritable little brat, I met a very shy and quiet person who surprised me for a second when he told me his name. Jaspar Gaerston, he called himself. Said he was an aspiring writer. He was very soft-spoken and very...wordy. I guess that’s what a writer is. He seemed sweet enough. He seemed very passionate about his writing but was discouraged when some famous publisher denied one of his works, claiming it was written by a blacksmith. Yeah, a little harsh. I told him to keep following his dreams that one day, something miraculous will happen. No matter how bad life may seem, there is always a silver lining to look at.

When I told him that, I was thinking of the silver linings of my own life: losing my companion in Nehrim and being tortured as a slave, but that allowing me the strength to fight back and become who I am now; dying but coming back as Fleshless with new abilities; the world as I knew ending, but allowing me to spend eternity with the person I loved.

I would have given this young fellow those as examples, but then I think he might have thought I was crazy.

After speaking to Jaspar, I performed another song for a free room and then studied a little bit of magic. I learned a few new spells and more structures of spell. Learning magic this way is kind of fun! Definitely not convenient as it takes forever, but still fun nonetheless.

After that, I left Dawnstar on a mission that was given to me by the innkeeper. Said that one of the people in Dawnstar wanted a family member found. So I took up the offer. A few miles away and I had to set up camp for the night. Let me say this, Skyrim is just as beautiful as Enderal at night. I have always felt more at peace gazing up at the mystical lights in Enderal and it felt nice to know that Skyrim had at least something familiar for me.

I stumbled upon a little “fort” built atop a mine infested with bandits. Dealt with them like a piece of cake. Even got a new sword. It looks horrible, but the enchantment on it was like my old sword that I made in Enderal. If I end up being stuck here for too long, I’m going to have to make my own armor set again. I miss my shadow steel.

When I got to the location where the missing family member was, I rescued her from a few bandits. Her name was Tigrid and she said she stumbled on the steps on her way to sneak up on the bandits. She told me to meet her back in Dawnstar so I warmed up a little bit before heading back.

Tigrid explained to me that she was always clumsy in her life. She had unnaturally long arms and legs and was bullied often because of it. Only one person ever stood up for her and their name was Shalene. Shalene taught Tigrid how to fight by the Dawnstar lighthouse. However, one night, when Tigrid borrowed a sword from the smith, she slipped on the steps and lost the sword down at the coast. It took them a while but she managed to find the sword. However, when she went to show Shalene, Shalene was paralyzed by a door that was speaking to them. It had asked them a question to which Tigrid had accidentally said the answer to.

Shalene went in and never came back.

Tigrid told me she dedicates her life to living the life Shalene wanted her to live. She felt guilty because she was not brave enough to follow her friend through that door.

I asked Tigrid if she wouldn’t mind adventuring with me. She accepted.

We celebrated by drinking and talking the rest of the night. I even played another song or two for the inn that night. She was impressed with my skills. I was thinking of telling her about what happened to me, but decided it was best to keep a secret for now. I’ll tell her when we’ve become closer friends and when I know she won’t run away thinking I’m crazy.

I’m glad I’ve found someone in this freezing hellscape to journey with. Makes it a little less empty. But still, with Tigrid by my side, nothing will fill the hole in my heart where my husband is supposed to be.

Husband. It’s weird to think of Jes like that. When Tigrid asked my name, I had told her. And I said Clerissa Dal’Varek. It just rolled off the tongue. I had almost forgotten that Jes and I had a little wedding in Star City one day. We were bored and even though no one else would ever know it, we entertained the idea of marriage.

It’s almost strange to say my name with his last name, but right at the same time. Tigrid recognized the name was foreign and I explained to her that I wasn’t from around here. She could tell by the pointy ears and laughed.

If only that was half of it.”

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This was a lot longer than the last one for sure! Not much happened other than some storybuilding elements really and some NPC encounters. The three people mentioned here Thorolf, Jaspar Gaerston, and Tigrid are from the mod Interesting NPC’s (I’m pretty sure). There’s two other people I have met that appear from this mod (Viranya from the first chapter was one of them) and it’s actually really cool how these NPC’s have their own story. It adds a lot of story building and interactions for Cler.

I’m happy a few of you are enjoying this. Originally I just wanted to play modded Skyrim and I normally play as an Altmer but didn’t know what to do and just ended up making Clerissa so all of this kind of just happened on a whim. Kinda just making it up as I go.

“I finally touched one of those strange crystals floating around this realm. When I touched it, my vision got blurred and a massive headache crashed over me. It was almost like I was suffering from Arcane Fever.

When I woke up, I was in some building. I went out of the room I was in just to see a bunch of people with robes. I approached one of them and asked where I was. She explained to me that I was in the Hall of the Vigilants. I asked her who she was. She said her name was Viranya and that she served Stendarr, the God of Mercy, in wiping out Daedra.

I was so confused.

I asked her if she was Aeterna because she looked like me: yellow-tinted skin, slanted eyes, pointy ears. She had no idea what Aeterna was or what that meant but said she was an Altmer, or High Elf. She looked at me strangely after that.

After I spoke with her, I roamed around the hall a little bit. The keeper gave me some supplies and asked that I be on my way. I guess they really did not like the fact that a random stranger just woke up in the middle of their sacred hall. Let alone one who asking strange questions like who was Stendarr or what were Daedra.

Stendarr is one of the Nine Divines, the religious entities of Skyrim (the land I was in) and Daedra are basically demons. So I know I’m not on Vyn anymore. Wonder if these entities are just powerful mages like the Light-Born or if they are actual divine beings. Who knows.

After leaving the hall, I went outside and I already hate Skyrim. I hate it so much that I’d rather go back to the Powder Desert in Enderal or even Nehrim!

It’s. So. Fucking. Cold.

I was confused as to why the keeper had given me lots of furs and a tent.

Then I understood as I walked further away from the hall. Nothing in my life has made me hate the cold more than this. I love winter, don’t get me wrong, but Skyrim is the definition of a fucking winter wonderland and I hate it. I barely made it that far away from the Hall before I had to try and set up a little camp.

It took forever to get a blasted fire running, but when it did, I felt better than I had when I first stepped out into this blizzarding wasteland.

As I sat by my fire, trying desperately to warm myself up, I realized that I could not cast magic. Well, the magic that I had known. I also did not have Arcane Fever. I tried casting a small restoration spell on myself and there was no headache involved or anything. I was actually amazed!

I slept through the night, shivering in my little tent, desperately missing Star City and Jespar. I met more people in my first hours in Skyrim then I will ever see on Vyn again. The notion was kind of heartbreaking.

As I woke up, I tried packing up and moving out. But it was so damn cold that I was freezing as I walked away. I tried hurriedly making another camp but passed out.

I woke up in a small camp where someone had a left note saying they stole some money off of me. I was a little irritated but at least they just took my money and not everything else I had from that special realm. Where I woke up, for a second I thought I was near Starling territory because the building I was near was similar to the architecture of Star City. It even had moving stuff and those big metal doors. I couldn’t get in though. It was still freezing cold and I made another large campfire. Then I went out for a little bit and found a fort. The fort, of course, was infested with bandits. Despite my lack of magic, I’ve always known how to use a blade so these guys were nothing compared to what I’ve seen.

Slaying bandits is easy. Trying to get back to my warm and cozy camp while freezing my ass off? Not so easy.

I passed out. Again.

Fuck Skyrim.

This time when I woke up, I was in an actual inn. Nightcaller Inn as it was called. I was in the town of Dawnstar. I managed to get some food, warm up, and relax a little bit. I asked the innkeeper about where I might be able to learn about magic. He explained that magic is frowned upon in Skryim and that the few places I could learn about were at the College of Winterhold (wherever the hell that is) or through court wizards.

Trying to understand magic in this world was more confusing and taxing than it has ever been for me in Vyn. Maybe that’s why all those Arcanists in the Order were jealous of me. Read a book and bam! Magic learned. When I went to the court wizard, she explained to me that reading spell tomes would take time, that I would have to analyze the glyphs and graphs and everything in between in order to understand a spell. Another thing was that I had to actually analyze spells themselves. What they were made of, how they were made, how they worked. The spells are constructed different in this world.

I asked her if anyone had ever suffered from Arcane Fever and she said that wasn’t a thing. The only thing close to what I described was simple mental exhaustion.

Taking this knowledge, I went back to the inn attempting to try my hand at learning magic the traditional way. I could understand most of these things a little easier since I already knew about magic. Part of me was wondering whether or not I should just stick to my sword and dagger. If one thing as Prophetess taught me, it was that magic was actually fun. I was determined to take advantage of the no-Arcane Fever penalty and have some fun. If I was going to be stuck here, I was going to at least learn some shit. Jespar might find it cool and interesting. That anyone can learn magic!

So far, this world has seemed a lot better than Vyn already (except for the fucking cold!).

Until I heard that nightmares are plaguing the poor people of Dawnstar. Unnatural nightmares. Caused by a Daedric Prince named Vaermina.

I swear...can’t I go anywhere without there being some dramatic ass problem and people reaching out to me for help?! I have my own issues. But...I know Jespar wouldn’t want me to turn my back on people who need help. Calia too. Tharael even.

So, once I’m rested, tomorrow I go with this Priest of Mara who asked for my help to Nightcaller Temple. Skyrim is becoming more interesting the longer I stay.

Wish you were here Jes. Would make the cold a little more bearable ♥“

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Frostfall makes trying to navigate Skyrim much more difficult, but a lot more fun. It adds for an entertaining twist to Clerissa’s journey through this unknown land. I’ll be posting a list of my mods since I’m pretty sure I finally have all of them finalized. Mods like Spell Research are making it more difficult to learn magic but interesting at the same time. It also adds spell crafting from Oblivion back but with a more immersive touch which I liiiiike.

On the next episode of DragonBall Z-wait shit wrong series...

Ahem

“I found the old Starling-look-alike place while traveling. Tikrid and I were heading to two different places looking for things for Captain Wayfinder and the alchemist from Dawnstar when I stumbled upon the old campsite I woke up at. Tikrid was amazed by this place. I asked her what it was. She explained to me that these were Dwemer ruins. When I looked confused she explained that Dwemer were an ancient race with magnificent technology that disappeared. No one knows what happened to them, but their ruins and technology remains behind for everyone to see. Sounds almost exactly like the Starlings.

Despite the freezing cold, I can make a pretty damn good fire and since I have a lovely tent to keep all the cold out, I can actually relax. Not to mention that furry cloak I have. So waaarm.

Outside of the cave where we were supposed to find the magical ring were a pack of beautiful wolves. Apparently when I came here to Skyrim, I was gifted. Animals do not flee from nor fight me. I actually pet one and it seemed to like it. They even helped fight a Spriggan that was attacking Tikrid and I.

The cave we entered was small, but beautiful. Mystical almost. And of course the Spriggan outside should have warned of us of the Spriggan MATRON we had to fight. My lunar guardian defended Tikrid and I long enough for us to get behind her and attack her. That was the most dangerous thing in that cave. The ring was hidden in a half buried chest, but we got it.

On our way to the second location for Captain Wayfinder, Tikrid and I stumbled across another inn. We took advantage of the location and rested there for a bit. I met a few interesting people there.

I can’t remember the oaf’s name, but he was hammered. Completely drunk. What was funny is that he had barely had anything to drink. He explained that his hammer was enchanted; every time he used it, he got hammered. I asked why not just stop using it but he claimed he had not found a good replacement for her. I decided I would make him one because I really want that hammer now. Give it to Jespar when I return and make him use it. Oh the laughs I would have.

The next person I met was Ange the Song-Bearer. She was a bard who simply wished to share the beauty of music to anyone who would listen. We performed a little song together and that got me a free room from the innkeeper. It got her free drinks which she shared with me. Of course it was mead or ale and I was disappointed. It turns out Skyrim is lacking in wine.

The next person I talked to was called Moris the Draugr. I have no idea what a draugr was, but from what he explained, it was basically an undead person. He was once known as Moris the Living Draugr but due to an embarrassing accident involving his injuries and a snow bear licking his face, he became humiliated. He’s bitter bout it.

The last person I met was named Callen. She claimed to be in the area hunting horkers. When I asked why it’s because she was trying to find the best horker meat for a friend that was salty at her for ruining his soup one day. I was baffled but she told me there was a big one, big enough to take down a ship. I offered to help her and she thanked me. I told her I would meet her at the wreck of the ship once I finished what I was doing.

I rested for a bit in my room and dreamt about this painting that was hanging there. I don’t know why I dreamt of it, but I did. Not much to remember in that dream other than this angel was in it. I think I was in the Star City and she watched as Jespar and I looked down at Vyn and watched as the Cleansing killed everything.

Now, the next leg of my adventure was...interesting. Extremely. First off, we went into a place called the Forsaken Cave. Second, I got to experience the draugr in person. I did not like it. Caves creep me out and I was half expecting my vision to blur out and memories of the past or something come soaring past. That wasn’t the case luckily.

But it was still dark

and fucking terrifying.

But of course! That wasn’t all! Oh hell no! Because Clerissa Dal-fucking-Varek can’t catch a break. We’re in this stupid tomb for some “refined Void Salts” right? Well I didn’t particularly want to go into a place called the Forsaken Crypt only to be greeted by, what I assumed to be the master of this crypt.  

Tikrid and I were ambushed by him and four other draugrs. But you want to know something interesting? This fucking creature was shouting at us. Like words that were spells. What was more terrifying was that I understood what he said. I heard “force” and Tikrid and I were staggered. She was amazed and claimed that he was using the Thu’um the language of dragons. I stared at her in complete astonishment so long that I almost lost my head.

I had to focus on fighting and not what she just said because so much just ran through my head. We managed to finally killed them all. When I looked back at Tikrid, ready to ask her what she meant, she was paralyzed, looking at the large wall behind the draugr’s sarcophagus.

I looked at it and heard the chanting. I heard the chanting and then saw the pulsing blue symbols on the wall. Unlike Tikrid, I wasn’t paralyzed. I was drawn to those glowing symbols. As I got closer, the chanting got louder and the pulsing light blurred my vision until those symbols were the only thing I saw.

I looked at them and the symbols began to burn inside my mind.

Kill.

The symbols made the word “kill”. I felt some special power behind that word, like there was something more but I couldn’t access it. When I turned back to Tikrid, she looked at me with astonishment. She told me that this was a Word Wall. Something the dragons used to write down words. I told her that I understood the word, that it meant it kill. I tried reading the other words, but I could not focus on them, the current word still burning bright in my mind and eyes.

She was amazed that I was able to read the words and said I may have the power to understand dragons.

The only dragon I had ever met was in the far reaches of Enderal and as far as I could tell, it didn’t speak. Then again, I never fought it as I was too fucking afraid to fight a DRAGON! And now I have Tikrid telling me I can speak in the dragon language?

We went back to Nightgate Inn and my eyes are still burning with those symbols. The chanting had stopped once I read the word, but I could feel the feint thrumming in the back of my head. What have I gotten myself into?”

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I have Frostfall on my Lost Prophetess playthrough that I'm doing right? Well I had a bunch of fur armor and shit on but kept freezing easily even though Cler was covered head to toe in fur.

Found out I was missing one specific mod needed to tell the game that I wasn't naked because it though I was. -_-

So all that time that Clerissa is freezing it's because the game thought she was naked.