How Based Is He?

stabbed this nigger 10000 times

why do occidentals politicians don't protect their citizens?

USA, Italy, Spain, Brazil are doing terrible

Based but should realize that the White Gold Concordat was the only way

Do you get to the cloud district very often? youtube.com/watch?v=GJ2Ld4a-Qfc

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Fuck nordniggers
Fuck imperialfags
Fuck jannies

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The cool breeze blew through the harbor as the sailors slowly carried off the cargo they were transporting. Young women of all races came with them and stood in line waiting. They all brandished grins of hope and wore only a pure white linen cloth over their bodies. The neck of the tunic revealed a large portion of the lady's fine firm breasts. The tunics were short enough to allow the lords that were looking at them to walk by and let their hand feel the undergarments of the women. All of these fine women were maids for hire. Some used their femininity more then others, some wanted only to be taken advantage of, but the majority knew that they had to be willing to be touched if they wanted to be hired, it was wrong but it was life for them.

Some gave a slight shiver, others moaned slightly, but one tried her most to show no emotion, as the lords rubbed her moistening warmth. A Young Argonian woman, she was no more beautiful then the other women, smaller breasts then the rest, she was slightly shorter then her people's norm, and her tail was shorter then others, but it was slightly more curved upward. Her scales we a beautiful pattern of green on her back, fading into pale blue as you reached her underside. She would smile at each passing lord as they examined the maiden. Her mouth was small, as were her teeth, her eyes were a piercing gold, and her hair was past her shoulders.

Suddenly a young lord appeared with his wife and examined her. His skin was a pale and soft. He looked her up and down with his strong teal eagle like eyes, his rust colored hair moved down his chest in the pony tail it was tied in. "My dearest wife, what do you think of this maiden?" He turned to the woman standing beside him, her hair was long and tied into a helix of beautiful strawberry red, her eyes were big and blue, and her skin a pale complexion with a few freckles speckling her cheeks. She smiled and nodded, "OK." He kissed his wife and smiled to the Argonian. "We are looking to hire you as our maid. Have you experience as a maid?"

EIDF (Elven Internet Defense Force) please leave

yup this

"Yes, sir." She said softly, her voice more human sounding then other Argonians. "I have left my homeland as a maid, and were hoping to receive a place as a maid again."

He smiled and nodded. "We will provide you a room and meals in exchange you clean and provide service. You will also receive a payment of two hundred coins at the end of every month, while I understand this is smaller then other offers, we do provide a home."

"It is better deal then home gave me." She smiled and bowed, down to her new master.

"It is done then, maid. You will be in my wife and mine service. You may call me Lord Colto."

Later that day, the young Argonian was about cleaning one of the many rooms in her new master's home, when he returned. He walked into the room and looked at the maid. "Maid...what is your name." He sat down and she walked over and began to remove his shoes.

"It may be offensive."

"Tell me."

"My name comes from my mother. She were a woman of the night, and I was born from her occupation. Because of this I received the name Lifts-Her-Tail." She frowned, "Your people would call her a whore, mine called her a piece of meat. Either way she had a choice to be a lesser, I was born that way, never given her choice." She looked away sadly.

"Your name is Lifts-Her-Tail?" he chuckled, "Is that supposed to be a sexual thing? Like you'd have sex for anything or something."

"Yes, my lord. It was my mother's predestination of me." The beautiful maid frowned as she realized the name made herself seem like a whore.

"Interesting name." He smiled down at her, as she looked up at him with a shy smile. He looked at her with a flare and smiled.

He stood up and walked out, she moved over to the side of the room and began to sweep, she was mumbling to her self about the embarrassment of revealing her name. Suddenly the lord returned. "You have returned, what can I do for you."

"Obey." He walked over and grabbed her hips. He pulled her close to him and their hips pressed against each other. He smiled at her, looking deep into her eyes with his own. His breathing was strong and steady as they drew closer, his mind blank only thinking of her at this moment, and what he wanted from her.

Her breath was faster, and faster with each inch closer, she closed her eyes and felt only disappointment as she felt she would fail him if he denied him, but also fail her Mistress if she did kiss him. "M-My lord..." Her voice was shaking. Her hands were firmly placed his sides, in case she decided to deny him her lips.

"Come maid. Let me kiss you and then make you a real woman." His lips moved against her, but their kiss was still away from them, their breath exchanging with one another, her head beginning to grow light, she tried to pull away but couldn't. As their lips were pressing, the sound of the door shut and their eyes snapped open. The lord pushed her away and held his head. "Lifts-Her-Tail. Forgive me. I know not what I was doing."

"Forgiven lord, now leave please. I must attend to the dust that lay on the floor." She forced a gentle smile to assure him.

He nodded and went down the stairs greeting his wife most lovingly, lifting her into a firm passionate kiss in which their kiss grew deeper and deeper until they left their clothing on the floor as they entered their bedroom.

Lifts-Her-Tail continued to clean as she listened to her Master and Mistress make love. Lord Colto shouting his wife's name, and she shouting his back. The sound of the bed against the wall and the floor. The young maid could help but weep as she cleaned. Mostly for almost kissing her master, but partly because she wished it was her who was feeling her master inside her.

As she cleaned her masters desk in his study, she continued to listen to them make passion yet again, and her hand unknowingly found their way into her. Realizing how much she needed release she closed the door and sat in the chair. Her legs spread apart she slowly began to rub her moist warmth. She listened to her master's voice and moaned for him weeping to herself that she is doing such a wrong thing. She suddenly feels overwhelmed with ecstasy and she clenches the chair as she looks and sees her finger had slid inside her. She pulls it out and stands up, her juices dripping down her legs she continues to clean, yelling at herself inside her mind for being bad, for being a whore, for being her mother.

Skyrim belongs to the Nords, all else fuck off. Talos guide you

As she cleaned her masters desk in his study, she continued to listen to them make passion yet again, and her hand unknowingly found their way into her. Realizing how much she needed release she closed the door and sat in the chair. Her legs spread apart she slowly began to rub her moist warmth. She listened to her master's voice and moaned for him weeping to herself that she is doing such a wrong thing. She suddenly feels overwhelmed with ecstasy and she clenches the chair as she looks and sees her finger had slid inside her. She pulls it out and stands up, her juices dripping down her legs she continues to clean, yelling at herself inside her mind for being bad, for being a whore, for being her mother.

Hours go by and night falls her stomach is filled with food she cooked for her master and mistress as well as herself. She sits at the table patiently waiting to be dismissed as she watches her master kiss and tease his wife as they eat and talk. When they realize she is finished they dismiss her for the night, she leaves and heads to her room and lies on the bed slowly drifting off as she thinks of her master, imagining every part of him she can, until the darkness of night takes her.

Battle-born

Degenerates like these belong on a cross.

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Lifts-Her-Tail suddenly awakened to find that she was soundly safe in her bed. Her body beaded with sweat she was sure the Mistress was going to have her killed in her sleep. She sits up and quickly exits her bed, throwing her sheets aside and adjusting her night gown to cover her wet pussy. Her nail gently rubbed her clit and she let out a gentle moan. Her eyes quickly snap open as she realizes that her fingers were sticky and smelled of sex.

She stood up and walked to her door seeing that her master was already awake and walking down the hall towards the bathroom, wearing only his undergarments. She felt her womanhood quiver and she shut her door in anger at herself.

She walked across the polished and clean wood floor to her chest. She pulled out her white plain corset, an Argonian maid's dress that was blue with a green strip about the waist, and her necessary undergarments. She dropped her gown and kicked it to the side.

Her nude body in full view now she stretched to loosen her body for the following day. She leaned to the side until her waist was straight but her chest was as far rotated as possible. She did this quickly over and over, her thighs tightening, her breasts quickly bouncing back and forth like a pendulum. She split her legs and slowly bent over, her tail lifting, her small but firm

She grabbed her panties and pulled them up and pulled up a pair of blue shorts to cover her lower self more. She put on her corset and pulled the laces tight, until the pressure made it difficult to breathe. She loosened it slightly and then tied it off, her perky breasts now ample and full. She pulled her dress over her head and let it drop so her arms were inside. She slowly worked her tail through a special hole in the back of her dress to make it comfortable for her, she then put her arms through her sleeves and she was done.

You need to find a new hobby, user. Im worried about you.

I am not degenerate, I am only giving a warning/call to action about this mod. It's being ruined.

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She smiled at herself in the mirror, her dull claws running across her face slowly, she closed her eyes and sighed. She turned and marched out into the hall. She headed down the stairs immediately and found herself cooking breakfast with the cook. To her he was repulsive, he smelled of sweat and spices. She looked at him kindly as he rambled on and on about his old life in Hammerfell, with his adopted family. His rich dark skin tensed when he spoke of the reason for his servitude. He told her how the only way to keep his family home was to leave his family and work for an imperial Aristocrat.

"I was no more then 15 when I came to the city looking for work, and after being passed around for years I was put here with Lord Corto." His voice was scratchy and strained. "He is the first Lord ever to treat me kindly."

"I understand you fully." Lifts-Her-Tail said softly looking at the Bosmer man. His body was in its prime. He was no more then 30 years old yet he seemed older.

"I understand you and the Lord had a dispute yesterday?"

"Misunderstood yesterday is all." Her voice was not solid, almost shaky.

"You like the Lord?"

"He is a nice Lord, mistress nice as well."

"The mistress is very cautious too." He smiled kindly at her. "Also...that is not what I meant deary."

"Oh..."

"Yes."

Shyly she smiled and nodded cautiously. "I don't want to...but I do."

"Oh deary."

"I need some way to forget him." She sighed and began to walk out.

"I could help."

"What?"

The Bosmer man shyly looked away. "I could help...Maybe you will have a little piece, or you will completely forget your lust for him."

"OK." Lifts-Her-Tail said kindly as she brought out the food to her Lord Corto and wife. She lay the tray in the middle of the table and slowly handed the appropriate food to the correct person. She smiled at both as she moved and left the room. As she left she looked back at Corto who was staring at her but quickly blinked and focused on his wife as she turned her head back from the food.

The Lord and Lady ate quickly before retiring in their bedroom for the night. The Bosmer cook was told to bring them a bottle of Alto Wine so they could have a liquid refreshment. When the Bosmer returned he smiled at Lifts-Her-Tail. "We have not been properly introduced." He smiled a brightly, his teeth a misaligned jumble. "I am Arthen"

"I am called Lifts-Her-Tail." She curtsied lifting her short skirt up slightly.

Arthen turned away and clenched his fist. "Damn."

Not very since I always kill him in cruel and unusual fashions

bruh he’s the chief officer of the based department, and he’s calling YOU right now

"What?" She was worried she had offended him some way.

"You wearing shorts."

"Yes?" She was confused, looking to find some reason that her shorts were important.

"I was hoping to see something."Arthen chuckled, his eyes now held a sort of anger or rage.

"Oh? What?"

"Something warm wet and tight."

"OH!" She was shocked, nobody as asked to she her like that, she was never taught what to do. Thinking only of trying to forget her master's body she smiled at Arthen and began to reveal hers. First she dropped her dress revealing her plain corset and short.

"Now that is more like it." The Bosmer male tore off his shirt and quickly approached her. "Now let me make you forget Lord Corto." He dropped his grabbed the clothes and then slapped her ass. "Get up to your room, I'll be there soon."

Lifts-Her-Tail nodded and headed up to her bedroom, she began pacing, she knew he was going to have sex with her, and she was scared. She was not virgin, but she still didn't want to be hurt like the last man who took her did.

Arthen suddenly appeared and grinned he was now in nothing but his loose undergarments. She could easily spot his hard manhood. She walked over, shut the door and smiled as Arthen took her hands and put them on his cock. "Something the matter?"

"I'm just confused...Is this what supposed to happen."

"Of course." He smiled. "You wanna fuck Corto, so what you need to do is fuck someone else...and better."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What you need to do is fall for something or one else." Arthen moved toward her, his raspy voice whispering in her ear as he pressed his soft hand into her crotch, she grabbed his arm and held back a moan, looking into his lustful eyes. "Let me take up that role." He kissed her the corner of her mouth, "I can be your new desire." He licked her neck making Lifts-Her-Tail moan slightly, releasing his arm and letting him rule her.

"Please. Gentle. Not lots of sex experience."

"Of course." Arthen smiled and threw her down onto the bed and tore off her clothes, revealing a wet, throbbing pussy and a set of ample breasts with perfectly perky nipples. He smirked as he dropped his undergarments revealing what appeared to be a five inch stiff manstick. "Prepare to be made into a real woman."

"I said gentle."

The most based of a man can be in a rotted nation.
He will be with you in your most darkest hour remenber this forever.
I learned that the hard way, it is because i am telling you that now.
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"I know." Arthen pinned her down, slowly sliding his cock into her, her voice sounded cracked and surprised when she gasped. "Feeling good?"

"I think so."

"Good." He bent down and kissed her tenderly before bucking a couple times making her scream slightly. "You feel fucking great."

"Thank you."

"Now to let you feel me at my best." He winked and kissed her again. This time his tongue danced with hers in a flaming motion. He broke the kiss, grinned and began to pump slowly, making Lifts-Her-Tail cringe slightly but moan with each motion. Gradually he pumped harder and deeper and faster until Lifts-Her-Tail was almost in tears from the pain but still overwhelmed by the pleasure.

"I...said...gen...tle...please." She said in between her loud vicious moans.

"I know what you fucking said!" Arthen was gripping her arms tightly, drawing blood with his nails and he bit her neck making her moan and scream again. "But I am making you a real woman remember."

"And this is...How!?" Her voice was cracking as she felt his pumps slam against her viciously

"Yes!" Arthen threw his head up and eyes went wide and up as his pumping became erratic and aggressive and almost violent making Lifts-Her-Tail cry out in shear pain. "Yes! Fuck yes!"

As Arthen released is baby broth into Lifts-Her-Tail she fantasized it being Lord Corto gently kissing her as he released but the sudden violent shock of a flurry of pumps to finally finish Arthen off, startled her back into the cruel reality. She felt his hot elf cream flood her insides as he threw his head up again and moaned, and collapsed next to her, his cock soft and dribbling on to him.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes into hours. And four hours of a one hundred pound elf sleeping on the unsatisfied Lifts-Her-Tail came and went. He finally woke up and smiled at her. "Now how do you feel." He moved off her and onto his back, "Any different?"

"Yes. Different." She was angry she let him violate her, but she also felt confused by some of the things he said.

"Well you should. You pleased your man." He chuckled and let his head fall back further into her bed. "That makes you a good woman."

Lifts-Her-Tail's eyes widened, she thought to herself, ~Could he be telling the truth. Is that how a good woman acts?~

"You just gotta learn a little and you'll be fine." He sighed and drifted off again.

Because they are puppets of the synagogue.

DESPITE BEING 14% OF SKYRIM

I'm just playing this game for the first time I just met him and I have no idea what he's saying about his religion

Incredibly based for preaching the word of Talos in an Imperial-backed city.

That's not Ulfric.

Marked for death lvl 3, healing hands, repeat for an hour. Save.

What’s a based and redpilled Skyrim build?

Imagine still playing skyrim in 2020

ASSMAAAAAAAAAN
stealth archer

>stealth archer
GAAAAAAY

redpill me on the White-Gold Concordat

nigger

There’re few games if any that scratch the same itch Skyrim does.

There are plenty of games out there that are made by autists for autists.

Play another game

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Based

Reminded me of the gamer poop. Good old times

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The mod that makes him talk backwards is one of the best. Always one of my first installed mods.

>playing
You know that people just run Skyrim to do lewd stuff with their waifus, right?

Fuckin zoomer

Nord focusing on the 2 handed skill tree with mods allowing you to kill essential NPCs so you can ethnically cleanse Skyrim
>The weapon bears the inherent ability of dealing 1.2x damage to Altmer, Bosmer, Dunmer, and Falmer. The effect is not considered an enchantment, so Wuuthrad is affected by the Elemental Fury shout. Additionally, it may be enchanted at an arcane enchanter to stack with its inherent ability, although the description "Especially deadly to Elves" will remain.

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Kek

fuck i hope the cyrodiil ones haven't been pozzed too

Name another game that offers a comfy, immersive open-world experience that feels like an adventure.
I like Morrowind but it’s too cerebral to be really comfy.
I like Oblivion but it’s generally too clunky to really get into.

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Pretty much this. I played skyrim unmodded for around 700 hours. I got my enjoyment out of it. Now I only launch it to lewd.

Nothing of value lost. The last good elder scrolls Game was daggerfall. Derplwind,Turklivion,Trannywin und TS:o are terrible Games and only hyped by reddit tier console plebs

There is Zero progression or meaningful activities and the Story is as complex as a Chinese calculator Manual

What the fuck is it with trannies and the tech industry, specifically free/open source content? Everywhere I look, some faggot freak is bastardizing tech and turning wonderful creations into homo propoganda and far left statements. I dont hate trannies for who they are. I hate them for the shit that they do. I never had so much disdain for them as I do now.

Pleb/coomer tier thread

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>Brazil
>Coomer

Puppets of the thalmor

user, the other user is calling the developers degenerates, not you. Also, thank you for bringing that demon-hive to my attention.

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