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Skyrim: Rape of Requiem (mf/ff/oral/anal/forced/preg)
- Thread starter RK47
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Enemy of the Guild
The mark on the letter looks familiar. Could it be the same person is behind both intrigues? Time to head back to Riften.
I also found one of the hidden treasures the prisoners blabbed about. 1000 gold pieces in a tree trunk near Riften. That's a lot.
But it's the same symbol as the Goldenglow's document!
Then someone truly wanted the guild operations sabotaged. A rival, perhaps?
Mercer looks angrier than ever. He seems intent on solving this problem once and for all.
Who's that? Sounds argonian.
Solitude? Damn, not exactly on friendly terms with the guards.
I was afraid you'd send me... Oh well. I suppose I can surrender myself and clear my name. By getting raped in the dungeons.
You suppose he's just an underling?
Brynjolf nodded, and recommends I bribe the lizard into talking first.
OK. Looks like we're set to leave.
Yeah, okay. I'll check it out once this Thieves Guild business is over with. Thanks.
Now why would a cult open up a museum?
Solitude 10 AM
I'm no awor. I'll just wait till it's night and kill the patrolmen before finding that lizard in the city.
Not really giving a shit on the bounty. Kill or be killed.
Out of my way.
Half a dozen, dead. If only they just stepped aside...
The mark on the letter looks familiar. Could it be the same person is behind both intrigues? Time to head back to Riften.
I also found one of the hidden treasures the prisoners blabbed about. 1000 gold pieces in a tree trunk near Riften. That's a lot.
But it's the same symbol as the Goldenglow's document!
Then someone truly wanted the guild operations sabotaged. A rival, perhaps?
Mercer looks angrier than ever. He seems intent on solving this problem once and for all.
Who's that? Sounds argonian.
Solitude? Damn, not exactly on friendly terms with the guards.
I was afraid you'd send me... Oh well. I suppose I can surrender myself and clear my name. By getting raped in the dungeons.
You suppose he's just an underling?
Brynjolf nodded, and recommends I bribe the lizard into talking first.
OK. Looks like we're set to leave.
Yeah, okay. I'll check it out once this Thieves Guild business is over with. Thanks.
Now why would a cult open up a museum?
Solitude 10 AM
I'm no awor. I'll just wait till it's night and kill the patrolmen before finding that lizard in the city.
Not really giving a shit on the bounty. Kill or be killed.
Out of my way.
Half a dozen, dead. If only they just stepped aside...
That Lounge Lizard
Everyone gave me a look when I stepped in, but decided not to make a move.
Gulum-Ei, I'm here about the Goldenglow estate purchase you've faciliated of late. Did you meet the buyer personally?
Listen here, lizard. If you walk outside you'll see six Solitude's patrolmen laying dead on the streets. Pierced by arrows. I happen to be missing six arrows from my quiver. I don't think both of us wants to see the seventh one missing.
Name. I need a name.
He's lying. He stands up and backs off quickly into the streets. I let him go. Killing him now would accomplish nothing. I need to corner him, exhaust all of his options.
Where are you going, lizard?
The East Company Warehouse. Of course!
It's big. Lots of loose goods about. But we're not here for the goods.
Some night shift workers just gotta die along the way.
Tracked him down to a secret entrance.
A cave within the warehouse, leading to his own personal warehouse of smuggled goods.
This is it. His last bastion of safety. Pierce it and he'll fold.
His leather clad smuggler buddies never stood a chance.
Look what you made me do, lizard. Now I'm missing over a dozen arrows...
Did you know I raped the late Emperor is his own private barge? I haven't banged a lizard before...
You say that name like I should know it.
Where is she?
If you're holding back on me...
Hm. Much appreciated, but I doubt I'll return to this city. Too much bad blood. Catch you later, Gulum-Ei.
Mercer knows more.
Gulum-Ei mentions that she went to "where the end began."
So, we're going in then?
Alright, I'll make the necessary preparations. Cicero, head back to the Sanctuary without me.
Take care on the road.
I've got a bitch to rape.
Yeah, let's get it started.
Everyone gave me a look when I stepped in, but decided not to make a move.
Gulum-Ei, I'm here about the Goldenglow estate purchase you've faciliated of late. Did you meet the buyer personally?
Listen here, lizard. If you walk outside you'll see six Solitude's patrolmen laying dead on the streets. Pierced by arrows. I happen to be missing six arrows from my quiver. I don't think both of us wants to see the seventh one missing.
Name. I need a name.
He's lying. He stands up and backs off quickly into the streets. I let him go. Killing him now would accomplish nothing. I need to corner him, exhaust all of his options.
Where are you going, lizard?
The East Company Warehouse. Of course!
It's big. Lots of loose goods about. But we're not here for the goods.
Some night shift workers just gotta die along the way.
Tracked him down to a secret entrance.
A cave within the warehouse, leading to his own personal warehouse of smuggled goods.
This is it. His last bastion of safety. Pierce it and he'll fold.
His leather clad smuggler buddies never stood a chance.
Look what you made me do, lizard. Now I'm missing over a dozen arrows...
Did you know I raped the late Emperor is his own private barge? I haven't banged a lizard before...
You say that name like I should know it.
Where is she?
If you're holding back on me...
Hm. Much appreciated, but I doubt I'll return to this city. Too much bad blood. Catch you later, Gulum-Ei.
Mercer knows more.
Gulum-Ei mentions that she went to "where the end began."
So, we're going in then?
Alright, I'll make the necessary preparations. Cicero, head back to the Sanctuary without me.
Take care on the road.
I've got a bitch to rape.
Yeah, let's get it started.
Codexlurker
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"Solitude Guard wants to rape Cicero". LOL! Keep it coming.
One of the powers you can get from Hermaeus Mora.
Same Old Shit
Backstabbed. Again.
What am I looking at? Trees?
You - you're the one who shot me.
You should've shot Mercer instead.
But why not just fire a second lethal arrow?
Yeah well, you missed your chance. He's probably back in the guild saying you killed me. They *might* believe me though.
Well, what's it say?
Perhaps it could be translated. Does Gallus know any scholarly types?
Who's that?
Nightingales? Is that some kind of code-name in the Thieves guild?
Why me, and not you?
Fine. I'll take this to Enthir. Mercer needs to pay for what's he's done. Luckily Mercer left my horse alone, it's a short ride north to Winterhold.
Enthir's not too hard to find, the whole town is just made up of six buildings anyway.
Yeah, but there's a problem. Take a look at this text. Can you make sense of it?
What's a falmer?
Enthir hands me a book to read more on the falmer and instructs me to head to Markath, where the wizard Calcelmo resides. That man is an expert on the Falmer and may have materials to translate this book.
I nod in agreement and decides to read the book he's given.
What a depressing history. Not sure who the hell would bother learning this language in the first place.
But it seems Markath calls. But first, a short visit to the Winterhold College..
Some snobby altmer blocks my way, warning of the danger ahead should I attempt to pass without undertaking the test.
It's a simple spell.
OK, fuck off and let me pass then.
Place's doesn't look impressive.
Booooring.
Looks like a Thalmor agent snooping around the college.
Hey, excuse me... I need spellls.
No. I'm not interested in classes. I looked around and discovered most the tutors are only willing to teach spells that are 'within' my level of skill. Disappointing. I walked out of the college without buying a single spell. It's time to ride to Markath.
Some random thug attempted to ambush me while I was boarding a carriage to Markath. Last mistake.
Markath...
But I'm a great admirer of your work, faggot.
Yes, thank you.
Guess I'll just have to break in then.
The key unlocks the door to the museum, a couple city guards patrol the hall, making sure no visitors messes with the display.
I caught a pair of them gossiping of Calcelmo's full squad of bodyguards assigned at his research site. Looks like I'm in for a treat.
Hope I won't get to fight these things...
Anyways, his lab awaits behind this door.
What am I looking at? Trees?
You - you're the one who shot me.
You should've shot Mercer instead.
But why not just fire a second lethal arrow?
Yeah well, you missed your chance. He's probably back in the guild saying you killed me. They *might* believe me though.
Well, what's it say?
Perhaps it could be translated. Does Gallus know any scholarly types?
Who's that?
Nightingales? Is that some kind of code-name in the Thieves guild?
Why me, and not you?
Fine. I'll take this to Enthir. Mercer needs to pay for what's he's done. Luckily Mercer left my horse alone, it's a short ride north to Winterhold.
Enthir's not too hard to find, the whole town is just made up of six buildings anyway.
Yeah, but there's a problem. Take a look at this text. Can you make sense of it?
What's a falmer?
Enthir hands me a book to read more on the falmer and instructs me to head to Markath, where the wizard Calcelmo resides. That man is an expert on the Falmer and may have materials to translate this book.
I nod in agreement and decides to read the book he's given.
What a depressing history. Not sure who the hell would bother learning this language in the first place.
But it seems Markath calls. But first, a short visit to the Winterhold College..
Some snobby altmer blocks my way, warning of the danger ahead should I attempt to pass without undertaking the test.
It's a simple spell.
OK, fuck off and let me pass then.
Place's doesn't look impressive.
Booooring.
Looks like a Thalmor agent snooping around the college.
Hey, excuse me... I need spellls.
No. I'm not interested in classes. I looked around and discovered most the tutors are only willing to teach spells that are 'within' my level of skill. Disappointing. I walked out of the college without buying a single spell. It's time to ride to Markath.
Some random thug attempted to ambush me while I was boarding a carriage to Markath. Last mistake.
Markath...
But I'm a great admirer of your work, faggot.
Yes, thank you.
Guess I'll just have to break in then.
The key unlocks the door to the museum, a couple city guards patrol the hall, making sure no visitors messes with the display.
I caught a pair of them gossiping of Calcelmo's full squad of bodyguards assigned at his research site. Looks like I'm in for a treat.
Hope I won't get to fight these things...
Anyways, his lab awaits behind this door.
MOAR RAEP!
Early during the main quest, which RK has skipped so far.
MOAR
Codexlurker
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Wait, you're going way too fast. The ghost hasn't even been raped yet.
Damn you, M
Looks like Calcilmo won't miss this toy one bit...
Lab's up top.
There we go....
Hm... I can't carry the stone. What to do?
I know. Let's just make a copy. I grab a roll of paper and charcoal.
And start rubbing one out.
Followed by a quick escape down the drain.
Whee
What? You've never seen anyone water-slide before?
A forest of pussy awaits down south, yes?
Shut up and translate already.
Why? Does it have rape inside?
What? What's true? There was rape?
OK. But what's Twilight? Is that a shitty vampire romance flick?
Ah.
Guess I'll see you there. Karliah hands me a blade as a reward.
This is probably one of the best one-handed sword for general engagements. Absorbing 25 Health and Stamina per hit is going to swing any fight in your favor though I think the charges maintenance can be a bit on the high side.
And so we head to Riften to clear Karliah's name.
Damn, I came too early for the gang bang? Dammit.
It's tense. Dirge, the Flagon's bouncer hasn't noticed anything amiss yet. The tension is high. Karliah stopped momentarily after walking past Dirge. Suddenly in one swift motion, she disrobes and squats down.
Hey, you okay?
"I'm...fine. I just...need a moment," her voice faded into a slight whisper as streams of golden liquid formed a pool beneath her.
Take your time, girl. Take your time.
Delvin is not one easy to convince, he askes what's inside the journal that got Brynjolf so flustered up.
"He didn't need to pick the lock," was all Karliah said.
Brynjolf's stepped forward and inserted his key, the lock clicks open and...
The treasure room is stripped bare of anything of value.
Save for a few red apples. Yum.
Brynjolf does the best he can to calm Vex down and instruct the rest of the guild to search for Mercer. But I doubt they're going to find him. He's not that foolish.
Well, if it ain't obvious by now, Mercer was the one who killed Gallus. And he tried to kill me too.
Also, Gallus, Karliah and Mercer were Nightingales.
And finally, yes, I've confirmed both intrigues against the Thieves Guild, namely the Goldenglow and Honningbrew Meadery is engineered by Karliah alone.
So what do we do now? Sit and wait?
Sounds like a lead. I'm off.
Gate's locked up tight.
Oh, there's his gardener. Hey faggot, want a blow job?
I'll come in your face.
Alright, nearly there...
Hmm... that mechanism. I fired an arrow at it.
Ramp's down.
Let's go.
Lab's up top.
There we go....
Hm... I can't carry the stone. What to do?
I know. Let's just make a copy. I grab a roll of paper and charcoal.
And start rubbing one out.
Followed by a quick escape down the drain.
Whee
What? You've never seen anyone water-slide before?
A forest of pussy awaits down south, yes?
Shut up and translate already.
Why? Does it have rape inside?
What? What's true? There was rape?
OK. But what's Twilight? Is that a shitty vampire romance flick?
Ah.
Guess I'll see you there. Karliah hands me a blade as a reward.
This is probably one of the best one-handed sword for general engagements. Absorbing 25 Health and Stamina per hit is going to swing any fight in your favor though I think the charges maintenance can be a bit on the high side.
And so we head to Riften to clear Karliah's name.
Damn, I came too early for the gang bang? Dammit.
It's tense. Dirge, the Flagon's bouncer hasn't noticed anything amiss yet. The tension is high. Karliah stopped momentarily after walking past Dirge. Suddenly in one swift motion, she disrobes and squats down.
Hey, you okay?
"I'm...fine. I just...need a moment," her voice faded into a slight whisper as streams of golden liquid formed a pool beneath her.
Take your time, girl. Take your time.
Delvin is not one easy to convince, he askes what's inside the journal that got Brynjolf so flustered up.
"He didn't need to pick the lock," was all Karliah said.
Brynjolf's stepped forward and inserted his key, the lock clicks open and...
The treasure room is stripped bare of anything of value.
Save for a few red apples. Yum.
Brynjolf does the best he can to calm Vex down and instruct the rest of the guild to search for Mercer. But I doubt they're going to find him. He's not that foolish.
Well, if it ain't obvious by now, Mercer was the one who killed Gallus. And he tried to kill me too.
Also, Gallus, Karliah and Mercer were Nightingales.
And finally, yes, I've confirmed both intrigues against the Thieves Guild, namely the Goldenglow and Honningbrew Meadery is engineered by Karliah alone.
So what do we do now? Sit and wait?
Sounds like a lead. I'm off.
Gate's locked up tight.
Oh, there's his gardener. Hey faggot, want a blow job?
I'll come in your face.
Alright, nearly there...
Hmm... that mechanism. I fired an arrow at it.
Ramp's down.
Let's go.
That's Our Way of Ninja
Let's see what Sasuke has planned.
I know M. But who's R?
My name is Mercer, I'm a master criminal who orchestrated the perfect setup and planned the perfect crime. And I left my plans. On the table.
Apparently he likes Night Owl too. It's ok, we all know how good that damn comic book was.
Can't let that happen, let's spite him one last time and get it for ourselves.
Yeah, we need to master rasengan.
Later...
Sweet, new armor set.
That logo is so superhero.
The Nightingale armor isn't exactly a superb piece of armor. But its chest piece does offer high end Light Armor rating values while increasing stamina by 40 and Frost Resistance by 50%.
Melee users will love its gloves.
The hood isn't anything special.
But fashionfags will love the overall looks.
It's the only armor with a built-in cloak. And it looks like Brynjolf has issues with the schlong-ified chestpiece.
Seeing that I only have one dialogue choice - what do you think?
Good timing, Brynjolf. I could use a few...
Like a boss.
Karliah, why is there a naked man to the left of you?
She went on to describe the skeleton key as a conduit of Nocturnal's power, able to twist and bend reality - but Mercer's abuse of the artifact compromises the ties of the Thieves Guild with the Nocturnal and in essence, caused the guild's luck to run dry.
"This isn't any key. It can not just unlock any door, but other barriers as well, not just physical even."
It's so meta.
"It all depends on the user. Each and everyone has untapped abilities; the potential to wield great powers, once the key access these traits, the potential becomes limitless."
Hence for the first time us thieves are set out to steal something - only to return it to its rightful owner.
Well, it's about time you asked. I'll be the next Hokage.
Be sure to put on your clothes when I meet you there.
I know M. But who's R?
My name is Mercer, I'm a master criminal who orchestrated the perfect setup and planned the perfect crime. And I left my plans. On the table.
Apparently he likes Night Owl too. It's ok, we all know how good that damn comic book was.
Can't let that happen, let's spite him one last time and get it for ourselves.
Yeah, we need to master rasengan.
Later...
Sweet, new armor set.
That logo is so superhero.
The Nightingale armor isn't exactly a superb piece of armor. But its chest piece does offer high end Light Armor rating values while increasing stamina by 40 and Frost Resistance by 50%.
Melee users will love its gloves.
The hood isn't anything special.
But fashionfags will love the overall looks.
It's the only armor with a built-in cloak. And it looks like Brynjolf has issues with the schlong-ified chestpiece.
Seeing that I only have one dialogue choice - what do you think?
Good timing, Brynjolf. I could use a few...
Like a boss.
Karliah, why is there a naked man to the left of you?
She went on to describe the skeleton key as a conduit of Nocturnal's power, able to twist and bend reality - but Mercer's abuse of the artifact compromises the ties of the Thieves Guild with the Nocturnal and in essence, caused the guild's luck to run dry.
"This isn't any key. It can not just unlock any door, but other barriers as well, not just physical even."
It's so meta.
"It all depends on the user. Each and everyone has untapped abilities; the potential to wield great powers, once the key access these traits, the potential becomes limitless."
Hence for the first time us thieves are set out to steal something - only to return it to its rightful owner.
Well, it's about time you asked. I'll be the next Hokage.
Be sure to put on your clothes when I meet you there.
Well. If you killed Mercer (I accidentally did) during the barrow mission, he won't drop the key.
And since Requiem is being anal about 'having corresponding perk to unlock chest level' the skeleton key is nearly useless to us.
And since Requiem is being anal about 'having corresponding perk to unlock chest level' the skeleton key is nearly useless to us.
Two people shitting in an important speech?
What are the fucking odds.
What are the fucking odds.
Thor Kaufman
Arcane
Nice
Codexlurker
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Apparently pretty fucking high.
You don't say.
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