Helaina Of Riften
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Alinor Meets The Honey Pot Girls by CalicoKitty402, TheFearsomeJabberwock, yelloskello
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls
13 Jul 2025
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“VEKEL!” a voice rang out, loud enough that it echoed and bounced around the chamber. “You’d BEST be behind that counter, bartender, ‘cause you got some fuckin’ DRINKS to fill!”
Several more voices chimed out in response: whoops, hollers, veritable howls of raucous agreement. Vekel groaned, his shoulders sagging as he trudged his way to the counter. Delvin looked up with a raise of a brow; after a moment, his gaze flicked over to Alinor and Xantos, and he smirked, sitting back in his chair. The other denizens of the bar had mixed reactions: some of them started getting up to pay off their tab, others turned their chairs and put on shit-eating grins, and still others seemed to be… Bracing themselves.
And then, in from the boardwalk, flooding through the wooden archway into the bar itself, came a veritable parade of rowdy ne’er-do-wells.
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Alinor and Xantos meet The Honeypot girls, Osprey's new friends in Riften.Series
- Part 14 of You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
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Pants Origami by CalicoKitty402, TheFearsomeJabberwock, yelloskello
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls
30 Nov 2025
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“Aye, what makes pants origami any different from jus’ foldin’ y’trousers?” Xantos asked, tilting his head as Gnives sensually undid each lace.
“Well, this seems to be done with some sort of… Seductory intent,” Alinor would almost seem sober if Xantos didn’t know the high elf as well as he did. The lad was soused, veritably pickled even if he was holding his own.
“Is not a matter of seduction,” Gnives said seductively, trying to take a step across the table and stumbling over the pants now around his ankles. He dipped down to collect them in one hand, giving a pantleg a quick, swaggalicious swing in a circle. “Nor is it folding trousers.” He pretended to spit on the table. “Blasphemy. Pants origami is art, old elf. A ritual practice. Does one create sculpture to honor the gods when one folds trousers?”
“I ain’t got none on.” Xantos whispered to him, other hand reaching down to gesticulate with the fabric of his kilt.
“...Sangiin will make an exception,” Gnives offered, his eyes flicking up to the dunmer’s face as he gave him a toothy grin.
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Osprey and Xantos go at it again after a celebration in the ragged flagon, and Alinor joins an ill fated drinking contest.Series
- Part 18 of You're Gonna Go Far, Kid