"The Chronicles of Steel - Skyrim" is in short an extension, port, and continuation of Waalx's incredible mod: Waalx Animals and Creatures (WAC). Thanks to the very kind permission of my friend, Waalx, I have been given freedom to port his self-created models for WAC, into Skyrim. This release is the first of a long set, starting with the Realswords Modules, and adding more along the way as I learn about 3D Modeling. This module adds mostly weapons, 78 new models including arrows, and integrates them into the world, but future versions will hopefully have quests, new creatures, and even it's own lore, so be sure to keep in tune with the mod!
In this module I've released Realswords Nord. This mod has some the same features depicted below from Waalx's original readme, and will eventually include all of them. It features over 75 brand new weapon models and textures, each with their own unique feel. You can purchase New Versions of the weapons from either Eorland Gray-Mane or Adrienne Avennichi in Whiterun. If you can't afford the new versions of the weapons, you can find Worn and Old versions of the weapons in your travels. They have been distributed amongst many of the NPCs in the game such as Bandits, Stormcloaks, Draugr, Jarls and more.
Hopefully, the weapons will mesh well with the world and be a welcome addition to your adventures .
The Land of the Nords
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Hope you guys like it!
Two hundred years have passed since the horrors of the Oblivion crisis were unleashed upon Tamriel. The invasion was thwarted at its darkest hour by the self sacrifice of a holy man, the unknown son of an assassinated king. This man summoned into his flesh and spirit the avatar of the dragon god Akatosh. Bathed in wings of golden fire and roaring in righteous anger he banished the Daedra back to the Planes of Oblivion.
Histories were written and bards told the tales wherever any would listen. But memories fade as generations pass, especially among the common folk.
Now... after many years of unrest, war has come again to Tamriel...
In the cold and harsh lands North of Cyrodiil, in the Province of Skyrim, the Nords and Imperial Legions do battle for sovereignty over the seat of the High King. The sons and daughters of Skyrim now take up arms against the occupying forces of the Imperials, in a civil war that could break the strength and resolve of Skyrim's people. Blood flows freely, the ringing and clashing of steel disturbs the peace even as birds sing at dawn, and suffering returns to the land.
The soil of Skyrim is now moist with the blood of soldiers, and the tears of grieving mothers, as death stalks their children with a savagery that must end in either freedom for the Nords, the rightful citizens of Skyrim, or continued existence beneath the yoke of Imperial rule. Even worse, legends of old have bring forth another most dire threat...but that is a story for another time.
One chill morning near the outbreak of this war, and unknown to any who would care, a young Redguard set foot upon these frozen and war torn lands. He carried with him the tools of his trade and little else, for he had few needs other than knowledge. Besides a well crafted warm cloak, lined with fur to keep him warm through the frigid nights, some food, and ale, which he preferred to mead, his most precious possessions were a number of antique and mysterious tomes. He kept them wrapped in soft, dry cloth at the bottom of a burlap sack, hidden in the folds of his cloak from the sight of would be thieves. At his side he carried a much trusted blade, The Curved Dagger, a weapon forged by a distant ancestor of his race.
Sheltered from the wind in a small rocky outcrop and wrapped in his heavy cloak, the novice smith opened the sack, unwrapped the cloth, and by the light of his flickering bonfire selected an old, yet well cared for leather tome. He read until he fell asleep, dreaming of a time long past.
Each of the volumes he carried detailed the schematics of ancient blacksmith arts long forgotten in the distant threads of time. The books speak of a "Green Wanderer": A legendary Aylied-Elf named Waalx who traveled the world, learning and mastering the smithing arts of all of the races of Tamriel... It's a fanciful, and perhaps crazy tale, but to this young Redguard the story was great enough to inspire him and ultimately become his greatest ambition. After all, what better opportunity than a war to practice his art and one day become a master smith like his ancient mentor?
During those early days of the war when it was still possible to pass freely through the Cyrodiil-Skyrim border, the Redguard stopped to survey the open, unknown land ahead of him. He took a long deep breath of anticipation and a little uncertainty considering the possible dangers he may face. After a few moments, satisfied with his final decision, in plumes of misty breath he exhaled loudly and declared to the empty landscape ahead....
"Well...if I'm to make my fortune, and become a worthy smith, I surely can't linger here, eh? The war might be over before I know it!"
Thus, with a spring in his step he set off in search of others smiths whom he would apprentice himself to, in order to bring the ancient lore of the master smith Waalx back to the world...
And thus the second coming of The Chronicles of Steel began...
However, there was one tome he would not share: a book with schematics for a number of special weapons... For those, he needed his own forge, one that burned with the hottest coals, and the accumulated knowledge of the artisans of Skyrim.