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Carpe Noctem - Nick Folio

Pairing: Nick Folio x Celia (fem!OC)

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW 18+ ONLY, oral (fem!receiving), unprotected p in v, kissing, masks, gloves

Word Count: 3k

Carpe Noctem (Latin) ~ Seize the night; Enjoy the pleasures of the night

Celia’s heels clicked on the concrete as she walked up the packed driveway. Her golden hair flowed with the gentle, frigid breeze. A shiver went down her spine. She would blame it on the cold weather, but she knew that every time she approached the dark, castle-like mansion, she would get an eerie feeling. For a moment she thought she should have dressed warmer, feeling much too chilly in her formal wear: a floor length red dress with a high slit, a straight neckline and thin straps. The diamond necklace around her neck and the skinny chain bracket around her wrist felt like ice against her skin. However, she knew that due to the sheer amount of party goers that were bound to be inside would soon have her sweating beneath her red, bejeweled half mask. As she approached the front porch, she saw long, curly black hair being illuminated by the warm, dim light from the sconces on either side of the glossy black front door. A smile crept up onto her glossy red lips as she approached. “Hey Phoebe.”

Phoebe was Celia’s best friend since grade school. And her parents were loaded. Each year they held a masquerade ball on New Year’s Eve in their impressive gothic mansion. Each year, since Celia has been old enough, she attended. And each year the party always seemed to be more extravagant than the last. A happy squeal left Phoebe’s closed lips as she turned and hugged Celia. “Thank God, you finally made it!” She beamed. Celia returned the hug and once they pulled away from each other, Phoebe linked their arms. “Come on! I’ve been dying for a drink.”

The only word that could describe the inside of the mansion was ornate. The walls were painted black. Fine art lined the walls, each piece sat perfectly inside of gold antique frames. Gold sconces lined the walls between every other painting. Each seat was draped in dark red velvet. An elaborate, crystal chandelier hung from the middle of the tall ceiling, sparkling and filling the room with dim, warm light. It was a vampire’s dream estate.

Celia’s hazel eyes scanned the room as Phoebe led her through crowds of people and to the bar. Men and women were dressed to the nines, all in their best suits and dresses, all in masks. Most wore half masks like herself, others opted for full masks. She knew most of the people in attendance, but she couldn’t pick anyone out of the crowd quite yet, not with the quick rushed glances she was able to take while being dragged to the bar. They finally stopped walking and Phoebe grabbed two crystal champagne flutes, her gloved hand carefully handing one to Celia.

She brought the crystal to her lips as she scanned the room once more. Some guests were seated, listening to a story told by a tall man in a red suit, hanging onto his every word. Others were standing, chatting in small groups throughout the room. There were couples dancing to a beautiful Waltz, their steps perfectly in sync. And-

There was someone staring at her.

From across the room she met a set of deep brown eyes behind an all black half mask, it seemed to be textured but from this distance she couldn’t make out the details of it. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. He wore a black dress shirt underneath, no tie in sight, as well as a shiny pair of black loafers. His hands were hidden inside of black leather gloves. His hair was neatly slicked back. The mask was small enough to notice that he had a square jaw and full lips. It was also small enough for her to know that she had never seen this man before. She reached for Phoebe, eyes still locked with the mysterious man’s. “Hey, who’s that?” She questioned.

By the time Phoebe looked where Celia was looking, the man had turned his head. They both stared for a moment, Phoebe tilting her head before shrugging. “Not sure,” she hummed, turning back to look at Celia. “Maybe someone’s plus one? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.”

“And you’re not concerned about that?” Celia looked at her, confused expression hidden by her mask.

Phoebe shrugged, “Not really. My parents invite more and more people every year.” Then she was waving at someone and rushing off in their direction. She must’ve recognized them even with their mask on. And vice versa. Quickly, Celia downed the rest of her champagne and grabbed a new glass. Then she followed after Phoebe. Odds were that she knew the person too.

After about an hour of mingling, Celia’s feet were begging her to sit down. She walked around until she found an empty seat and sat down, crossing her legs. She ran her hands across the crushed red velvet she was seated on; it was soft under her fingers. Her mind drifted to the mysterious man that was staring at her earlier. She wondered how he looked under that mask. She wondered if he was actually looking at her. He couldn’t have been. Right? There were so many people around; he could’ve been staring at any one of them. Then why did it feel like they made eye contact?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice that came from right next to her. “Is this seat taken?”

She looked over to the source of the voice, a man standing beside the chair next to her. Her eyes drifted to his masked face and she realized that it was him. Now that he was closer, she noticed that the texture to his mask were little gears. It reminded her of steampunk.

He stared at her expectantly. She shook her head and motioned at the seat with her hand. A small, closed mouth grin spread across his face as he sat down, not taking his eyes off of her. She felt somewhat…small under his gaze, but somehow…not uncomfortable.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” the man asked.

Celia nodded as she turned to face him completely. “I am. Are you?”

The man nodded. “It’s a nice party,” he murmured. “How come you’re over here by yourself?”

“Oh, I’ve been mingling for the last hour and my feet needed a break,” she said, giving him a soft smile.

“Yeah? You know a lot of people here?”

“I do,” she nodded. “I’ve been coming to these parties since I was 16.”

“How old are you now?”

“26.”

He broke out into a big goofy smile. “Me too,” he beamed. “This is my first time here. My friend invited me. But I lost him pretty much as soon as we walked through the door.”

“Lots of people, a big house, everyone in masks, it’s pretty easy to lose someone,” she said with a shrug. “So you only know one person here?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. Then he met her eyes. “Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll know two.”

She felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as she tried to suppress a giggle. “Maybe you won’t need luck.”

She watched as his eyes looked her up and down, “What’s your name?” he asked her.

She could’ve told him. She wanted to. But her desire to be mysterious for a little bit longer was overriding her desire to tell him. Instead of responding with her name, she just smirked at him. “Would you like to dance?”

His eyes got noticeably wider, clearly not expecting the question. “I don’t know how to Waltz.”

“I’ll show you, then.” She stood up and reached for his gloved hand. He gladly accepted.

Celia was facing him, she grabbed her right hand with her left. “Place this hand between my shoulder blades.” Once he did, she placed her left hand on his right shoulder. Then she grabbed his left hand with her right. “Now, just follow after me.” She began the steps with a swiftness. It took him a few minutes of nearly tripping over his own feet, but eventually, he got it well enough to where neither of them were in danger of falling. “There you go,” she grinned. “You’re a natural.”

“Thanks,” he said, grinning back with that goofy smile of his. “You never told me your name, by the way.”

She chuckled softly, “You know the whole point of a masquerade ball is to conceal your identity, right?”

He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. Of course. Right,” he nodded. After a silent moment he spoke again. “What if I tell you my name first?”

“Depends,” she hummed. “If your name starts with a ‘J’, not only am I not telling you my name, I’m walking away,” she joked.

He fully laughed at that. “Nick,” he said through laughter. “My name is Nick.”

She laughed along with him. “Oh thank goodness. Not a ‘J’ name,” she teased. “Nice to meet you Nick. I’m Celia.”

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he smiled, his laughter dying down.

“You can’t even see my whole face, Nick,” Celia giggled.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “And I don’t need to. You’re beautiful.”

“So, you don’t want to see my face is what I’m hearing?” she joked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Need and want are two different things,” he grinned. “I don’t need to see your entire face to know that you’re absolutely gorgeous. But, I do want to see your entire face at some point.”

She felt like her face was burning up. She was absolutely flustered. But she didn’t want to let that show. “Maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll see my face around midnight,” she shot him a wink. “But I want to see yours too.”

“What do I have to do to turn that maybe into a yes?”

She smirked, “Make my night, Nick.”

Several hours and glasses of champagne later, they’d learned a bit about each other. She learned that he loved to play drums, ride motorcycles, and fish, trout specifically. He’d grown up in the town over and pursued drumming right out of high school. He learned that she loved to dance, crochet, and read books, mysteries specifically. She worked as a dental hygienist at an office in town. They discovered that their senses of humor were similar. It seemed that there wasn’t a moment that they weren’t laughing at something the other said.

Maybe it was the liquid courage, or maybe it was just the fact that they were so drawn to each other. But Celia found herself leading Nick to a room upstairs, and he followed her more than willingly. Once they entered the room and locked the door, he had her backed up against the wall. He leaned in to kiss her, but she lifted her hand and pressed her pointer finger to his lips. “You can’t kiss my lips until midnight,” she whispered. “Nor can you take off my mask. Or your own. Those are my only conditions.”

“Anything you wish, Celia,” Nick whispered back. He tilted his head and pressed his full lips to her neck. She moved her hair and stretched her neck to give him better access. He kissed up and down the expanse of her neck until he placed a kiss upon her pulse point. A shuddering sigh escaped her parted lips. “Right there?” he murmured against the skin. The soft whimper that followed was all the answer he needed. He began to nip gently at the skin above her pulse point. The crown of her head softly thudded against the wall behind her, quiet whimpers left her mouth.

When he pulled away, the slightest hint of a mark was left. He groaned at the sight of it in the low light. He began to kiss down her chest until his lips hit the neckline of her dress. The next thing she knew, he was on his knees before her. He looked up at her through his mask, eyes wide, pupils blown. “May I taste you?”

She looked down at him, “Please.”

He smiled at her, not a smirk, a genuine smile. He didn’t seem smug about the situation. He seemed happy, grateful even. He placed his gloved hands on the back of her calves before slowly sliding them up her legs until they met her panties. He began to slide them down her legs, noticing as her breathing picked up. “Are you okay, honey?” he breathed, pausing his actions to look up into her eyes.

Her heart nearly burst at the action and sight before her. “Yeah,” she breathed, a small giggle prominent in her words. “Keep going, please.”

Nick leaned forward to press a soft kiss to the skin of her thigh that was exposed by the slit in her dress as he pulled her panties down the rest of the way. Red lace pooled at her ankles. He looked up at her once more. “Can you hold your dress up for me?”

Celia nodded, her hands grasping her dress and pulling it up to expose herself to him. She watched as he looked directly at her center. He licked his lips before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her clit. While there wasn’t much pressure to it, she found herself moaning anyway. This encouraged him to slide his tongue through her folds and back up to her clit, flatting his tongue with a groan. Her hands gripped the fabric of her dress harder, her knuckles turning white. He continued to lick her until he knees began to shake and his face was covered in her slick. “Nick,” she whimpered. “I’m so close.”

With those words, he pulled away from her. “Do you want to…?” He trailed off, as if shy to ask for sex, even though he just had his face buried in her pussy.

She nodded as she tried to catch her breath. “Please,” she whimpered. “I need you.” She let go of her dress, letting it fall to its normal length as she reached for his hand. He stood up and walked him to the bed in the middle of the room. She lay on the bed and he followed, hovering over her as her legs spread open for him. She heard the clink of his belt and the zipper of his pants. Then she felt the head of his warm cock tapping against her clit, drawing a mewl from her. He ran the head through her slick folds a few times before he began to push in, her back arching off the bed as he filled her.

Once she adjusted to the delicious stretch, she grinded her hips into his, urging him to move. He started off with slow, deep thrusts. Each thrust resulted in a breathy moan from Celia and a deep grunt from Nick. “Go faster,” she whined after a while. It felt great, but she needed more. Nick was happy to oblige, quickening the pace of his hips, slamming into her at a mind breaking speed. She had to force her moans down; force herself to be quiet.

Her walls began to pulse around him. Nick knew what that probably meant. He snaked his hand between their bodies and pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing it in quick right circles. Celia’s back arched off the bed as she tried, and failed, to hold back a loud whine. “I-I’m close,” she whimpered for the second time of the night.

“Come for me,” Nick breathed. His thrusts were getting sloppy as he got closer himself. Shortly after his demand, she pulsed around him uncontrollably, bringing a hand to her mouth to suppress the uncontrollable moans escaping her. He managed to keep himself under control through her entire orgasm. “Where do you want it?” he asked frantically once she had ridden through her orgasm.

“Inside,” she breathed. “I’m on birth control.” That was all Nick needed to completely come undone. He buried himself deep inside of her as his cock twitched and unloaded all of his seed.

He slowly pulled out after his orgasm, causing them both to groan from the loss. He laid next to her for a moment, both of them catching their breath. After a minute, Celia stood, put her panties back on, and adjusted her dress. She walked over to the mirror that was in the room and fixed her hair as well. Nick stood and fixed his pants before walking up and hugging her from behind. “Did you enjoy yourself,” he whispered in her ear.

She turned to face him. “Of course I did,” she grinned. “Did you?”

“Absolutely.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. “Do you have the time?”

Nick pulled his phone from his pocket, “11:45.”

“Would you like to be my New Year’s kiss?” She asked, tilting her head.

Nick nodded, “I would love to be your New Year’s kiss.”

She grabbed his hand, “Come on, then.”

30 seconds until midnight, everyone in attendance stood downstairs with a glass of champagne, waiting excitedly for the ten second countdown. Celia stood with Nick, arms linked. She looked up at him. “How about we take our masks off when the countdown starts?”

Nick looked down at her with that amazing goofy smile. “Sounds like a plan.”

Before they knew it, the countdown was starting.

“10!”

They made eye contact.

“9!”

They pulled their masks off.

“8! 7!”

“You’re so beautiful,” Nick whispered.

“6! 5!”

“You’re so handsome,” Celia whispered back.

“4! 3!”

They stared at each other, eyes wide.

“2!”

They began to lean in.

“1! Happy New Year!”

Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Both of their masks dropped to the floor so they could hold each other’s faces as their lips moved perfectly in sync. So perfectly in sync that any bystander would have figured they’d kissed hundreds, even thousands, of times before. And they both knew at that moment that this wouldn’t be the end of them.

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lomoworthy · 2 years

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ilovejaskierthebard · 3 years

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Please share some silly and gross codpiece facts!

Note: I had a bad day, got a lil tispy and was like hell yeah let's talk about codpieces *fingerguns*

So, basically codpieces had always sorta been around during the middle ages, mostly just to cover dude's dicks -cus at some point, the tunics got shorter, the leggings tighter and yet no one decided to connect them as one thing so eventually society wisely told them to cover their dick. -Some churches even fined people who didn't. So that's...like it's humble beginnings. Dick bags.

-Srsly. There are cases of some being used as extra "pockets" anything from daggers, coins and jewels (some think this might be were the expression of "a man's family jewels" might come from)

-but like...just for a second think on that. Would you really want to fight a man who keeps a blade next to his dick? Or rob him? The answer from me is a hard no, so maybe they were on to something.

-possible place to hide snacks. Do with that image what you will.

-There are (probably hyped up) stories of Edward III of England during the Hundred Years War against the French had not only his own armored codpiece made up to a crazy size, but then also ordered his nobility/knights to do the same to scare the enemy. If you can't "fight 'em, make 'em wanna fuck us" mentality maybe?

-they were adorned with jewels, fur, buckles, ribbon and padding because of course they were. These things would be exaggerated to literal points of hilarity. A lot of it started as a 'oh hey look at my dick, so great. Gotta be such a man to have such a stately one.' to 'my dick is the size of a boat, costs more than a fleet of them and has my family crest bejeweled on the top'.

-Henry 8th, King Dickhead himself is famous for his codpieces. Like srsly. Just google that shit. Most codpieces went out of fashion pretty quickly (it was a fad) so we don't have a lot outside of paintings but we have some of his armour...and there's a famous one with a buldge/codpiece so large it could be used as a legit weapon by it's sheer size alone.

-*it's also used to be a thing to poke it with a needle to the fabric under it to increase your chances of getting knocked up.

-Charles V, Francis I and Henry 8th were probably totes have dick measuring contests with these things as they (and their sons) were some of the funniest paintings we have as examples

*Charles V has a famed one of him with his dog that just...makes me laugh every time I see it. Srsly. Google it. Please. He literally is pointing to his dick.

-Personally I adhere to the idea that it was also a way to hide having the pox/syphilis (Grace Vicary has a great book on it), believing the enlarged pieces (mostly worn by kings and nobility) was not only to protect the area from...uh friction? On their open sores and what not and make it worse🤢

-also to hide the affects of it's treatment (lolol which included shit like mercury, sulfur and tar amongst other shit) -which at the time was fucking eeeeeevvvvverywhere and turning a lot of upper crust dudes into walking dead extras.

-so anyways. Yeah I adhere to the idea that this is why codpieces got so popular and also why the rich were suddenly like LOOK AT MY DICK'S PIMPED OUT CUP. COOL, RIGHT? MY DICK HAS NEVER FALLEN OFF AND I TOTS DON'T HAVE THE POX

-honestly got to the point were they were so crazy big that people were like um...u is sus

Basically codpieces were the fanny packs of mystery but no one was fooled.

-Some dudes got bullied because of it basically being "full of lies"

-like all things with fashion, things like color and texture had it's own meanings. Even the tilt. Or the...erectness? Is that a word? (Please forgive me I wish not to google that word if it's all the same)

Uh also, Id have to dig up more for sources but a lot of times parents would buy decked out ones for their sons.

Which like there is no era that isn't sorta weird in, right? Like if your mum buys you a decorated dickbag, hires an artist to paint a huge picture making sure to highlight it? That's kinda weird no matter what lol

Oh another fav is "Portrait of Antonio Navagero" I have few words, only laughter

#sorry if this is a mess #theres only so many times I can write codpiece or dick bags before I giggle

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theskyrimlibrary · 4 years

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2920, Sun’s Dawn, v2

Sun’s Dawn Book Two of 2920 The Last Year of the First Era

by Carlovac Townway

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3 Sun’s Dawn, 2920 The Isle of Artaeum, Summerset

Sotha Sil watched the initiates float one by one up to the oassom tree, taking a fruit or a flower from its high branches before dropping back to the ground with varying degrees of grace. He took a moment while nodding his head in approval to admire the day. The whitewashed statue of Syrabane, which the great mage was said to have posed for in ancient days, stood at the precipice of the cliff overlooking the bay. Pale purple proscato flowers waves to and fro in the gentle breeze. Beyond, ocean, and the misty border between Artaeum and the main island of Summurset.

“By and large, acceptable,” he proclaimed as the last student dropped her fruit in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the fruit and flowers were back in the tree. With another wave, the students had formed into position in a semicircle around the sorcerer. He pulled a small fibrous ball, about a foot in diameter from his white robes.

“What is this?”

The students understood this test. It asked them to cast a spell of identification on the mysterious object. Each initiate closed his or her eyes and imagined the ball in the realm of the universal Truth. Its energy had a unique resonance as all physical and spiritual matter does, a negative aspect, a duplicate version, relative paths, true meaning, a song in the cosmos, a texture in the fabric of space, a facet of being that has always existed and always will exist.

“A ball,” said a young Nord named Welleg, which brought giggles from some of the younger initiates, but a frown from most, including Sotha Sil.

“If you must be stupid, at least be amusing,” growled the sorcerer, and then looked at a young, dark-haired Altmer lass who looked confused. “Lilatha, do you know?”

“It’s grom,” said Lilatha, uncertainly. “What the dreugh meff after they’ve k-k-kr-krevinasim.”

“Karvinasim, but very good, nonetheless,” said Sotha Sil. “Now, tell me, what does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” admitted Lilatha. The rest of the students also shook their heads.

“There are layers to understanding all things,” said Sotha Sil. “The common man looks at an object and fits it into a place in his way of thinking. Those skilled in the Old Ways, in the way of the Psijic, in Mysticism, can see an object and identify it by its proper role. But one more layer is needed to be peeled back to achieve understanding. You must identify the object by its role and its truth and interpret that meaning. In this case, this ball is indeed grom, which is a substance created by the dreugh, an underwater race in the north and western parts of the continent. For one year of their life, they undergo karvinasim when they walk upon the land. Following that, they return to the water and meff, or devour the skin and organs they needed for land-dwelling. Then they vomit it up into little balls like this. Grom. Dreugh vomit.”

The students looked at the ball a little queasily. Sotha Sil always loved this lesson.

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4 Sun’s Dawn, 2920 The Imperial City, Cyrodiil

“Spies,” muttered the Emperor, sitting in his bath, staring at a lump on his foot. “All around me, traitors and spies.”

His mistress Rijja washed his back, her legs wrapped around his waist. She knew after all these many years when to be sensual and when to be sexual. When he was in a mood like this, it was best to be calmly, soothingly, seductively sensual. And not to say a word unless he asked her a direct question.

Which he did: “What do you think when a fellow steps on his Imperial Majesty’s foot and says ‘I’m sorry, Your Imperial Majesty’? Don’t you think ‘Pardon me, Your Imperial Majesty’ is more appropriate? ‘I’m sorry,’ well that almost sounds like the bastard Argonian was sorry I am his Imperial Majesty. That he hopes we lose the war with Morrowind, that’s what it sounds like.”

“What would make you feel better?” asked Rijja. “Would you like him flogged? He is only, as you say, the Battlechief of Soulrest. It would teach him to mind where he’s stepping.”

“My father would have flogged him. My grandfather would have had him killed,” the Emperor grumbled. “But I don’t mind if they all step on my feet, provided they respect me. And don’t plot against me.”

“You must trust someone.”

“Only you,” smiled the Emperor, turning slightly to give Rijja a kiss. “And my son Juilek, I suppose, though I wish he were a little more cautious.”

“And your council, and the Potentate?” asked Rijja.

“A pack of spies and a snake,” laughed the Emperor, kissing his mistress again. As they began to make love, he whispered, “As long as you’re true, I can handle the world.”

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13 Sun’s Dawn, 2920 Mournhold, Morrowind

Turala stood at the black, bejeweled city gates. A wind howled around her, but she felt nothing.

The Duke had been furious upon hearing his favorite mistress was pregnant and cast her from his sight. She tried again and again to see him, but his guards turned her away. Finally, she returned to her family and told them the truth. If only she had lied and told them she did not know who the father was. A soldier, a wandering adventurer, anyone. But she told them that the father was the Duke, a member of the House Indoril. And they did what she knew they would have to do, as proud members of the House Redoran.

Upon her hand was burned the sign of Expulsion her weeping father had branded on her. But the Duke’s cruelty hurt her far more. She looked out at the gate and into the wide winter plains. Twisted, sleeping trees and skies without birds. No one in Morrowind would take her in now. She must go far away.

With slow, sad steps, she began her journey.

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16 Sun’s Dawn, 2920 Senchal, Anequina (modern day Elsweyr)

“What troubles you?” asked Queen Hasaama, noticing her husband’s sour mood. At the end of most Lovers’ Days he was in an excellent mood, dancing in the ballroom with all the guests, but tonight he retired early. When she found him, he was curled in the bed, frowning.

“That blasted bard’s tale about Polydor and Eloisa put me in a rotten state,” he growled. “Why did he have to be so depressing?”

“But isn’t that the truth of the tale, my dear? Weren’t they doomed because of the cruel nature of the world?”

“It doesn’t matter what the truth is, he did a rotten job of telling a rotten tale, and I’m not going to let him do it anymore,” King Dro’Zel sprang from the bed. His eyes were rheumy with tears. “Where did they say he was from again?”

“I believe Gilverdale in easternmost Valenwood,” said the Queen, shaken. “My husband, what are you going to do?”

Dro’Zel was out of the room in a single spring, bounding up the stairs to his tower. If Queen Hasaama knew what her husband was going to do, she did not try to stop him. He had been erratic of later, and prone to fits and even occasional seizures. But she never suspected the depths of his madness, and his loathing for the bard and his tale of the wickedness and perversity found in mortal man.

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19 Sun’s Dawn, 2920 Gilverdale, Valenwood

“Listen to me again,” said the old carpenter. “If cell three holds worthless brass, then cell two holds the gold key. If cell one holds the gold key, then cell three hold worthless brass. If cell two holds worthless brass, then cell one holds the gold key.”

“I understand,” said the lady. “You told me. And so cell one holds the gold key, right?”

“No,” said the carpenter. “Let me start from the top.”

“Mama?” said the little boy, pulling on his mother’s sleeve.

“Just one moment, dear, mother’s talking,” she said, concentrating on the riddle. “You said ‘cell three holds the golden key if cell two holds worthless brass,’ right?”

“No,” said the carpenter patiently. “Cell three holds worthless brass, if cell two - -”

“Mama!” cried the boy. His mother finally looked.

A bright red mist was pouring over the town in a wave, engulfing building after building in its wake. Striding before was a red-skinned giant. The Daedra Molag Bal. He was smiling.

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29 Sun’s Dawn, 2920 Gilverdale, Valenwood

Almalexia stopped her steed in the vast moor of mud to let him drink from the river. He refused to, even seemed repelled by the water. It struck her as odd: they had been making excellent time from Mournhold, and surely he must be thirsty. She dismounted and joined her retinue.

“Where are we now?” she asked.

One of her ladies pulled out a map. “I thought we were approaching a town called Gilverdale.”

Almalexia closed her eyes and opened them again quickly. The vision was too much to bear. As her followers watched, she picked up a piece of brick and a fragment of bone, and clutched them to her heart.

“We must continue on to Artaeum,” she said quietly.

The Year continues in First Seed.

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Binge City Vegas | Nat Geo Traveller India

Whether or not you’re on the lookout for enjoyable, cheap bites or Grasp Chef-like spreads, you’ll by no means be starved for off-kilter meals experiences in Sin Metropolis.

Meals + Drink U.S.A. Pooja Bhula | POSTED ON: August 2, 2019

Las Vegas’s electrical vitality may be attributed to its neon-lit eating places and casinos, spill-over occasion music, and a pervasive aroma of worldwide delicacies. Photograph By: Philip Chicken LRPS CPAGB/Shutterstock

Penny-wise, Stomach-wise

Begin your quest with a tipsy toast on the Strip’s many daiquiri bars resembling Breeze or Fats Tuesday, serving spiked slushies in lab-styled glassware. Their most enjoyable deal with can also be their least expensive—$3/Rs210 vodka jello pictures in syringes.

Exploring at daytime, maintain an eye fixed out for structure flanking the highway—Excalibur Tram designed like a fort,dancing fountains rising upto 25 storeys on the Bellagio Lodge and On line casino,the intricately sculpted Paris Las Vegas resort, full with Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe replicas and extra. When Caesars Palace arrives with its Roman sculptures and columns, look throughout the highway for a cluster of meals (and purchasing) locations, aka Bally’s Grand Bazaar Retailers.

Between treats-to-go and treats-to-leisurely-relish at little eating places, pubs and Tiki bars, you’ll discover a tempting number of world delicacies beneath $10-15 (Rs700-1050). There’s $1-$3 (Rs 70-210) dessert like churros and baklava, as luxurious as sinful, decadent deep-fried Oreos, spongey-creamy Twinkies, and the cinnamon-kissed Mexican horchata ice cream. Or you may go straight for the savouries—Mexican puff pastries known as pinwheels, hummus, and popcorn in a minimum of 30-40 flavour. Suppose cheddar jalapeno, peppered bacon, dill pickle, buffalo blue cheese, blue coconut and even French toast. Smack your lips, wipe your chin and transfer on to the $5-6 (Rs 350-415) dole whip, $6 pizza by-the-slice, $8 (Rs 560) nachos or the fried Greek delicacy loukoumades+one beverage for a similar.That’s to not neglect the $11 (Rs 770) falafels or Mediterranean beef/lamb sandwiches, washed down with Bloody Mary and $6 Mimosas or if you happen to so want, $7 (Rs 490) craft beer. Ramen-Ya, dubbed a four-time Michelin really helpful, surprises with its bento packing containers and piping sizzling ramen bowls at simply $9 (Rs 630).

Lip Smacking Foodie Excursions

On the Las Vegas Strip, the decadent fried Greek delicacy of loukoumades comes for a mere $8/Rs560, with a beverage on the aspect. Photograph By: Philippos Philippou/Shutterstock

…That’s actually the title of this on-foot tour based by server-turned-food entrepreneur Donald Contursi. Downtown or on the Strip, you get to devour three to 4 signature dishes at as much as 4 of Vegas’ acclaimed diners. Your itinerary stays unrevealed until you meet your information. Mine is Whitney, who doesn’t instantly dive into meals, as an alternative sharing insights on native paintings like Maya Lin’s riveting metallic expression of Colorado River, en route superstar chef Michael Mina’s French surprise Bardot Brassiere at Aria Resort and On line casino. The bar right here, we’re informed, has the town’s largest assortment of chartreuse, a uncommon liqueur made by 18th century French monks, acquired from auctions. The nice and cozy-beet, goat cheese and arugula salad with cassis (blackcurrant-based liqueur) French dressing is juicy and comforting. The spotlight, nevertheless, is a French snail delicacy, escargot, flavoured with herby chartreuse. For drinks there’s French 75, a champagne cocktail with a glowing aftertaste.

A vibrant distinction to Mina’s basic Bardot awaits me at Julian Serrano Tapas, one other well-known fixture on the Aria. No queues, the tour ensures you wait in none. There are salads, croquets, grilled asparagus, however nothing says Spanish like a pan of paella. So I shovel in a heady mixture of seasonal greens and saffron-cooked rice.Mine’s the favored vegan possibility, however there are meatier variants for hardcore carnivores. Like a metropolis verging on overpopulation, the stomach heaves and groans, however there are two extra locations to go. So the 10-minute stroll from Aria to The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas for our subsequent cease, Estiatorio Milos, is a welcome break. In your method to Milos, The Chandelier—a three-storey casino-cum-bar housed actually in a chandelier—is unmissable. Bejewelled with greater than 2 million crystal beads, the bar is an architectural delight.At Milos, it could all appear easy, the grilled octopus; the Greek salad of vine ripe tomatoes, with additional virgin olive oil and barrel-aged feta; or the Milo’s Particular, evenly fried zucchini and eggplant with Tzatziki and Kefalograviera cheese. However with the freshest components from the world over flown in day by day, the style is unforgettable.

My subsequent cease is at Wolfgang Puck’s Italian restaurant Cucina, at Crystals Mall.Honey panna cotta with orange marmalade and shortbread; tiramisu of espresso-soaked ladyfingers and mascarpone mousse; crisp shells of citrus Cannoli hiding a creamy delight of candy ricotta and brandy raisins; and torta caprese, a lush, flourless darkish chocolate cake with candied pistachios. How’s that for a candy ending?

A Darkish Aftertaste

The emphasis at Estiatorio Milos is on recent components flown in from the world over, and easy, hearty recipes. Photograph Courtesy:Estiatorio Milos Las Vegas

Blackout’s experimental dine-in-the-dark arrange pushes patrons to discover consuming as an act of sensory extra. Photograph Courtesy: BLACKOUT Eating within the Darkish

At Valley View Boulevard, six kilometres/20 minutes from the Strip by automotive, I decide to a novel expertise with Blackout Eating within the Darkish. The experimental eatery seems to be odd,like a picket field, and its neon inexperienced signage provides you the creeps. You are feeling such as you’re about to stroll right into a scary film. On the ready space, the interiors in addition to the workers sport black and white. Something that flashes mild, together with your telephones, goes within the locker. Your fates, erm, sorry plates, lie behind a black curtain. Blind fold? No want. Inside, it’s an actual blackout. I can’t see my very own hand. Servers right here put on night-vision goggles. Use your fingers to find the plate, cutlery and glass. A clanging fall of a fork isn’t unusual, it’s all a part of the joys.

The meal comes with a pre-fixed 4 or six course possibility, however the menu is a thriller. For each new course, you’re requested to really feel the tableware, formed in enjoyable methods; the dishes too are textured and laid out with panache. As you contact and really feel, like your hosts counsel, you realise the presentation has been customised to please your fingers. It’s extra humorous than embarrassing when somebody finally ends up poking a finger into their meals or staining their fingers. Inhibitions gone, strangers blabber, giggle, and open up with out a care. Over an hour later, while you’re escorted out, the sunshine feels alien.An altered notion is your prized aftertaste.

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Sun’s Dawn Books Two of 2920, The Last Year of the First Era

By Carlovac Townway

3 Sun’s Dawn, 2920 The Isle of Artaeum, Summerset

Sotha Sil watched the initiates float one by one up to the oassom tree, taking a fruit or a flower from its high branches before dropping back to the ground with varying degrees of grace. He took a moment while nodding his head in approval to admire the day. The whitewashed statue of Syrabane, which the great mage was said to have posed for in ancient days, stood at the precipice of the cliff overlooking the bay. Pale purple proscato flowers waved to and fro in the gentle breeze. Beyond, ocean, and the misty border between Artaeum and the main island of Summurset.

"By and large, acceptable," he proclaimed as the last student dropped her fruit in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the fruit and flowers were back in the tree. With another wave, the students had formed into position in a semicircle around the sorcerer. He pulled a small fibrous ball, about a foot in diameter from his white robes.

"What is this?"

"A ball," said a young Nord named Welleg, which brought giggles from some of the younger initiates, but a frown from most, including Sotha Sil.

"If you must be stupid, at least be amusing," growled the sorcerer, and then looked at a young, dark-haired Altmer lass who looked confused. "Lilatha, do you know?"

"It's grom," said Lilatha, uncertainly. "What the dreugh meff after they've k-k-kr-.krevinasim"

"Karvinasim, but very good, nonetheless," said Sotha Sil. "Now, tell me, what does that mean?"

"I don't know," admitted Lilatha. The rest of the students also shook their heads.

"There are layers to understanding all things," said Sotha Sil. "The common man looks at an object and fits it into a place in his way of thinking. Those skilled in the Old Ways, in the way of the Psijic, in Mysticism, can see an object and identify it by its proper role. But one more layer is needed to be peeled back to achieve understanding. You must identify the object by its role and its truth and interpret that meaning. In this case, this ball is indeed grom, which is a substance created by the dreugh, an underwater race in the north and western parts of the continent. For one year of their life, they undergo karvinasim when they walk upon the land. Following that, they return to the water and meff, or devour the skin and organs they needed for land-dwelling. Then they vomit it up into little balls like this. Grom. Dreugh vomit."

The students looked at the ball a little queasily. Sotha Sil always loved this lesson.

4 Sun's Dawn, 2920 The Imperial City, Cyrodiil

"Spies," muttered the Emperor, sitting in his bath, staring at a lump on his foot. "All around me, traitors and spies."

Which he did: "What do you think when a fellow steps on his Imperial Majesty's foot and says 'I'm sorry, Your Imperial Majesty'? Don't you think 'Pardon me, Your Imperial Majesty' is more appropriate? 'I'm sorry,' well that almost sounds like the bastard Argonian was sorry I am his Imperial Majesty. That he hopes we lose the war with Morrowind, that's what it sounds like."

"What would make you feel better?" asked Rijja. "Would you like him flogged? He is only, as you say, the Battlechief of Soulrest. It would teach him to mind where he's stepping."

"My father would have flogged him. My grandfather would have had him killed," the Emperor grumbled. "But I don't mind if they all step on my feet, provided they respect me. And don't plot against me."

"You must trust someone."

"Only you," smiled the Emperor, turning slightly to give Rijja a kiss. "And my son Juilek, I suppose, though I wish he were a little more cautious."

"And your council, and the Potentate?" asked Rijja.

"A pack of spies and a snake," laughed the Emperor, kissing his mistress again. As they began to make love, he whispered, "As long as you're true, I can handle the world."

13 Sun's Dawn, 2920 Mournhold, Morrowind

Turala stood at the black, bejeweled city gates. A wind howled around her, but she felt nothing.

Upon her hand was burned the sign of Expulsion her weeping father had branded on her. But the Duke's cruelty hurt her far more. She looked out the gate and into the wide winter plains. Twisted, sleeping trees and skies without birds. No one in Morrowind would take her in now. She must go far away.

With slow, sad steps, she began her journey.

16 Sun's Dawn, 2920 Senchal, Anequina (modern day Elsweyr)

"What troubles you?" asked Queen Hasaama, noticing her husband's sour mood. At the end of most Lovers' Days he was in an excellent mood, dancing in the ballroom with all the guests, but tonight he retired early. When she found him, he was curled in the bed, frowning.

"That blasted bard's tale about Polydor and Eloisa put me in a rotten state," he growled. "Why did he have to be so depressing?"

"But isn't that the truth of the tale, my dear? Weren't they doomed because of the cruel nature of the world?"

"It doesn't matter what the truth is, he did a rotten job of telling a rotten tale, and I'm not going to let him do it anymore," King Dro'Zel sprang from the bed. His eyes were rheumy with tears. "Where did they say he was from again?"

"I believe Gilverdale in easternmost Valenwood," said the Queen, shaken. "My husband, what are you going to do?"

Dro'Zel was out of the room in a single spring, bounding up the stairs to his tower. If Queen Hasaama knew what her husband was going to do, she did not try to stop him. He had been erratic of late, prone to fits and even occasional seizures. But she never suspected the depths of his madness, and his loathing for the bard and his tale of the wickedness and perversity found in mortal man.

19 Sun's Dawn, 2920 Gilverdale, Valenwood

"Listen to me again," said the old carpenter. "If cell three holds worthless brass, then cell two holds the gold key. If cell one holds the gold key, then cell three hold worthless brass. If cell two holds worthless brass, then cell one holds the gold key."

"I understand," said the lady. "You told me. And so cell one holds the gold key, right?"

"No," said the carpenter. "Let me start from the top."

"Mama?" said the little boy, pulling on his mother's sleeve.

"Just one moment, dear, mother's talking," she said, concentrating on the riddle. "You said 'cell three holds the golden key if cell two holds worthless brass,' right?"

"No," said the carpenter patiently. "Cell three holds worthless brass, if cell two --"

"Mama!" cried the boy. His mother finally looked.

A bright red mist was pouring over the town in a wave, engulfing building after building in its wake. Striding before was a red-skinned giant. The Daedra Molag Bal. He was smiling.

29 Sun's Dawn, 2920 Gilverdale, Valenwood

"Where are we now?" she asked.

One of her ladies pulled out a map. "I thought we were approaching a town called Gilverdale."

"We must continue on to Artaeum," she said quietly.

The Year continues in First Seed.

#morrowind #morrowind books #oblivion #oblivion books #skyrim #skyrim books #video game files #2920 #the last year of the first era

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they STACKED textures????

#Bejeweled Texture Pack #No blending attempts at ALL???

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New Post has been published on https://javleech.com/mobalytics-launches-open-beta-of-its-gaming-analytics-coach/

Mobalytics launches open beta of its gaming analytics coach

As the traces blur among sports and conventional sports, Mobalytics wants to emerge as your non-public teacher.

Today, the LA-based totally startup, which took domestic the TechCrunch Disrupt SF Startup Battlefield cup remaining 12 months, is launching an open beta of its gamer overall performance tool.

The analytics/training startup is focused on what it calls the “GPI,” or Gamer Performance Index, which provides a brief photo of wherein a gamer is in phrases of talent stage on some of moving metrics. Additionally, at the same time as the usage of Mobalytics, gamers get admission to to pre-game suggestions and post-sport breakdowns to pay attention what they ought to be trying and what they messed up.

The agency raised $2.6 million in seed funding ultimate November from Founders Fund, General Catalyst, Almaz Capital and GGV Capital.

At the case of the day, Mobalytics is trying to be a coach for gamers trying to enhance their abilities and that they’ve found out that distinctive humans respond to criticism in one-of-a-kind ways, so that they’ve had to upload a few heavy customization for you to live conversational even as now not being too harsh on players who’ve some serious paintings to do.

Out of the gate, the startup has focused its efforts at the one hundred million game enthusiasts playing League of Legends online, although they have got plans to extend to CS: sport and Overwatch inside the close to destiny. Each gaming name requires a pretty severe stage of customization for Mobalytics, as esports maker lets in extraordinary information to be exported via its APIs.

Right now the startup has 26 employees working out of Russia, Ukraine and LA building up the engine and selling stability because it has been making ready for a large influx of customers as the beta goes extensive. Mobalytics is exiting its closed beta with one hundred twenty,000 registered customers and is anticipating to reach one million users with the aid of 12 months’s end.

Puzzle Games For PC

PC games are any sport that you play on a private pc. Among the myriad pc games available today either on-line or downloadable, a huge class of games exists in the Puzzle video games segment. These games usually include more than one stages each one a bit more complex and sophisticated than the preceding degree, making for a very well engrossing consultation of sport-play.

Puzzles for the PC variety from the extraordinarily simple jigsaw puzzles to very complicated games that pass on for days on end because the degrees get more and more complex therefore taking extra time to finish. Many of them are naturally addictive and in case you are a seasoned gamer, anybody will likely do however by some means, puzzles seem to captivate the minds of all classes of humans from all walks of existence unlike some other classes like combat video games, strategy video games and comparable that appeal to sure segments of game enthusiasts.

If one had been to fit puzzle games into awesome classes, very extensively you could put them into the visual matching, common sense, obstacle path navigation, unmarried and multiple individual control and other classes.

In the visual matching category, you may in addition differentiate these video games as ‘falling block’ puzzles, ‘advancing block’ puzzles and different ‘visible matching’ puzzles. In the falling block sort of puzzle video games, puzzle portions begin coming into the play location from either one or more facets. More commonly, they’ll generally fall from above into the game play vicinity and the players want to either healthy or arrange these portions to fulfill the precise targets of the sport as consistent with the policies laid out. Bejeweled, Tetris and Super Swap are puzzle games that fall on this class.

In the advancing block class, blocks are generally made to develop from any of the pinnacle, backside or sides into the gambling region even as the gamers save you them from getting to the opposite aspect before the game ends. Other regulations may additionally practice and/or the objectives may be one-of-a-kind for every sport. Collapse, Magical Drop and Tetris Attack are examples of such puzzle video games.

Visual matching puzzle video games like Zuma, Luxor and Zoop require the players to healthy similar blocks in designated companies either by way of their shapes, colors or textures to clean the forums earlier than a time restriction expires or earlier than the sport area is packed with blocks and there’s no more room available. These video games require one to be quick in remark in addition to in movement.

Hidden object puzzle games require your innermost intuition to target hidden gadgets that want to be discovered to finish a level or the game. These games use a diffusion of approaches to acquire your intention and provide for hours of fun and intrigue as you teach your brain to take into account methods it failed to work out.

Then there are the character manage games in which players manipulate both a unmarried or multiple characters to reap the objectives of the games. Games like Pitman, Boulderdash and Repton have a unmarried person who is the protagonist in the game whom you have to control and manipulate to complete the extent or the game whereas Gobliiins, The Lost Vikings and Pingus require the manipulate of multiple game characters to gain the sport goals.

All said and finished, puzzle games for the PC are sincerely addictive, complete of intrigue although they may be predictable, are very attractive because of the specific factors concerned and are universally appealing to gamers of all generations and genders. In truth, it might no longer be mistaken to mention that nearly all games present these days have an element of poser fixing within their respective genres and this makes them dynamic and idea-frightening.

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Mobalytics launches open beta of its gaming analytics coach

New Post has been published on https://javleech.com/mobalytics-launches-open-beta-of-its-gaming-analytics-coach/

Mobalytics launches open beta of its gaming analytics coach

As the traces blur among sports and conventional sports, Mobalytics wants to emerge as your non-public teacher.

Today, the LA-based totally startup, which took domestic the TechCrunch Disrupt SF Startup Battlefield cup remaining 12 months, is launching an open beta of its gamer overall performance tool.

The agency raised $2.6 million in seed funding ultimate November from Founders Fund, General Catalyst, Almaz Capital and GGV Capital.

Puzzle Games For PC

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