#undergroundalchemist

** Ω;; The end of an ERA. So it seems.        Alexus lie in bed, the crown of the emperor bedecked with rubies and diamonds sat atop his grayed hair. It weighed a metric ton. His visage looked as though he had lived many a lifetime–could have been hundreds of years (easily). He alone was responsible for the reunification of the Septim Empire, the eradication of the Thalmor infidels, re-establisment of The Blades {ect….}

                    Onward to the plot, however. 

          He hacked up a lung, accompanied by flecks of phlegm. A matron with an amulet of Talos twirled around her hands like rosary beads lit a stick of incense, a vanilla and moon-sugar blend that wafted ‘cross the room; made the Emperor’s final few hours bearable. All who crowded him spoke their final thoughts and grievances.

         “Come forth,” he choked, and the crowd turned to look, aghast and awed!

— to get the results I did I used this snow elf mod and Redesigned Males for xb1!! Unfortunately the mod clashes currently with the Companions, Dark Brotherhood and Volkihar questlines, but so far for me has worked fine for everything else! Including Cheat Room, and Better Vampires(which I needed solely bc the custom race can’t adopt the vampire RaceID and benefit from blood potions or get the Vampire’s Sight lesser power).

I think it’s simply because those quests require scripted dialogue that reads your raceID, and, being a custom race, glitch bc its not in the base game? I don’t see why one wouldn’t just tweak the altmer race file so it reads as High Elf for the game, and just mod the appearance and race perks so SUPERFICIALLY and for gameplay purposes, you’re a Snow Elf, but for the actual coding, you’re reading as High Elf.

— Thank you!! I do the best with what I can given the small material we have on the topic, but I still have a lot more to flesh out tbh. I won’t rest til Snelves are fully realized.

In all honesty, Azariel was glad to finally get away from the Dragonborn. That bloody Nord was so stubborn, and never really accomplished anything on his own. He was always taking credit for other people’s work, and that really pissed her off. Not to mention he was an ass in his own right, and that only made matters worse. That she had even convinced him to give up Auriels’ Bow after all was said and done was a miracle in and of itself. She may as well settle for that, right?

Wrong. She wanted him to understand he couldn’t get away with that kind of attitude. One of these days, someone would put a knife in his back, and she was certain it would come from someone closest to him.

As it was, she had the Bow, and she’d stolen the Shield from his pack when he went off to do... whatever. So now she had them both, though she didn’t really have any use for the shield. Still, maybe he’d learn something from it eventually, but she doubted it.

[Prompt]

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✿ Appearance

“Malog’s shriveled prick, that bloke looks worse than I do after a bad bout in the sun,” Asher spat, his nose wrinkling at the sight of the odd creature. He furrowed his brows, squinting his eyes at the stranger. “What the fuck is he? Looks like he crawled out from under a rock.”

A brief pause in which Asher guzzled more booze, eyes never leaving the stranger. Once he finished off the bottle, he slammed it onto the counter and stood, making his way toward the oddity.