Thanks! Well he had a nice elven great sword before the last change he'll miss and yeah, he only visits cities in the day (after findings/making some clothes) and sleeps outside far from society. He got infected in Solsthiem, but while a nord, he's not a skaal, he was already more in tune with the jaded dunmer, and came to windhelm seeking a cure based off a rumor, but has no leads, so he needs to visit towns and not be a complete hermit to look for clues. Ironically, he's already attacked Farkas and Vilkas at least once in the wilds.

I had a good one this weekend in Skyrim (w/ mods). I was playing my werebear character (level 6 right now) and a few rules I impose on that character are that whenever I transform I have to drop everything droppable in my inventory, including gold, then go on an indiscriminate rampage following the scent of life or whatever nearby landmark a bear might appreciate. Once the beast has its fill I look for a cave or shelter to sleep in, when I wake in human form nude I have to backtrack the trail of carnage and scavenge until I can find my items without using a map, or just restart from scratch. So this weekend, the moon forced a transformation while I was looting a ruin in the Reach, the beast rage sets in and I wake up on the Orphan's tear wreck north of Solitude with a frostbitten pecker, very thirsty, and at 70% life the next morning. Half-eaten bandits are strewn about the site and I spot four hired thugs in full iron/steel armor already on my trail crest the horizon. I quickly managed to scavenge a set of fur armor, a steel dagger, and a crossbow with a handful of steel bolts. No potions or fresh water. Alright, let’s go. I used the ship wreck for cover and took one down to about 30% life and cripple his leg before I get flanked and have to leap from the boat. One dumb Nord thug gets stuck on a rock and I take a few potshots at him, but his orc friend closes in on me before I can finish him. I barely dodge roll away with orc close on my heels. The frost bite and thirst are wreaking havoc on my stamina; I hear the orc swing at my back. He misses, but I doubt the next will. Along the coast ahead I see a group of horkers; with the last of my stamina I leap into the middle of them, slash one with my dagger, and roll out of there. Barking erupts behind me and I turn around to see the three remaining thugs stumble into the enraged horkers. I see the wounded one fall to their tusks, but the orc barely slows his pursuit as he shoves his way past their blubbery hides, leaving the last thug to face the horkers alone. Okay, one-on-one and I've had a moment to take a breather. A bolt tings harmlessly off his steel, then he swings his mace. A perfectly timed block with my dagger deflects the full blow, hah! I draw some blood with a few quick slashes, but my next block isn't so lucky and it isn't pretty. The damn thug is sporting an orichalum mace, and a strong arm! Time to run again. I see a cave ahead and aim for it, then a sabercat rises from behind a brazier as I draw close. Shit luck, or is it? I dive to my left into the freezing waters, the cold is still a slower death than fangs, and the cat flies past where I just was and leaps into the orc. I swim back to land and start warming myself by the fire while I take aim. There's no clear shot and I end up shooting them both once. The damn orc manages to beats down the saber cat, but barely. My next shot sends him to his knees and he has the gall to ask for mercy. I show him none and I finish him off with the dagger. He has some nice gear, but I'm too tired to wear any heavy armor, so I take his mace, shield, and the bolts lodged in his chest only to see the thug left behind survived the horkers and gimp leg was still in the game. I'm still soaked and freezing from the ocean dip and it'll only take one hit to finish me off. I retreat into the cave, sneak past some Falmer bone chimes, and hide in the shadows of ledge with a shaman chattering away at its pet frost spider above. I aim the crossbow at the entrance and wait. The second they hit those chimes, that Falmer is going to blast them with magiks and there's pond I can dive for cover that also wraps back towards the entrance, but they never come. Guess the surviving thugs saw their dead leader, the dark cave marked with Falmer totems, and chose the better part of valor. Once I heard the shaman shuffle away from the ledge, I made my exit to the open sky, half expecting an ambush at the cave entrance, but horker slayer and gimpy were nowhere to be found. I'd survived.

Here's an example of how I handled a fire touch spell in a scene: She took all the hiding; serving her captors; the beatings; how they boasted of their victims; how he was set to make her his next; how he mocked her mother’s final moments, and channeled that raw fury into her palm. The Toad’s eyes widened in slow motion as she thrust a palm engulfed in an inferno into his face. His head whipped back in an explosion of fire that carried his whole body with it. Amari pulled herself to her feet and stood over his smoldering corpse with heaving breaths, the fire in her eyes had never burned brighter.   And another one about a charm/courage spell: The Forsworn guised Logrolf walked to Amari and clapped her on the shoulder. “I’ve been at this game a long, long time, little one. I won’t deny He is powerful, but He is as thick headed as an ox… no, no that is a disservice to oxen. No, He won’t see the ploy until it’s far too late.” Amari felt instantly reassured at his touch. How could he defame Molag Bal’s name so blatantly and live to such an age if he didn’t know what he was doing? “Are you ready now?” Logrolf asked gently. Amari nodded. “Good. Follow.” Logrolf’s voice and whole stature changed again, indistinguishable from the Forsworn he appeared as. Amari followed without fear as they strode into the mouth of the Beast.   --- Then when the spell is called out by Molag Bal: "Child! Did you believe I would not see through the petty illusions of a MORTAL! You were deceived! You were weak! You failed me! …as well.” A slow clap interrupted and all eyes turned to Logrolf, now wearing his true face. He snapped his fingers at Amari and she felt like a haze was lifted from her eyes. Her sense of unstoppable confidence shattered and the fear set in as she looked at that sly smile, finally realizing he had never been her ally. This post was edited by Exuro at November 6, 2016 2:49 PM EST

I'm still alive! Not doing much else on the site, haha. I don't even know how to navigate the new layout yet. I am working on the outline for ADWD and writing the scenes that come more vivdly to my mind. This post was edited by Exuro at September 27, 2016 11:48 PM EDT

Sorry missed this reply; I accidentally 'cleansed' it with my spam mail. Yesss, Sotek did.It doesn't ever feel like you progress, but I always catch things I've improved on whenever I look back.  I've been on a writing hiatus lately, but I've been slowly revising Arc I when I get writing withdrawals.