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简单的Citrus Head替换原版头模教程 @杯子里有青蛙 应求撰写这篇教程,通过使用BodySlide and Outfit Studio,将原版头模替换成高面数mod头模。方法最开始是天际公民的几位前辈发明的,不过他们现在都已经淡圈了。操作过程传奇版限定(工具原因)。 我建议Citrus Head的用户都使用这个方法,而不要在游戏中直接捏脸。Citrus Head本身的tri变形文件有很大的问题,直接捏脸会比替换的方法有更多的细节缺陷。 工具: Racemenu BodySlide and Outfit Studio NifMerge Enhanced Female Head Mesh - Vanilla and CITRUS Heads 以我手头上没处理完的工程为例:第一步: 通过racemenu或ECE完成捏脸后导出头模,ECE用户需要比Racemenu用户多一个步骤,即导出头模后禁用/卸载ECE,安装/启用Racemenu重新读档,导入头模对面部进行修复和重新化妆。在SKSE/Plugins/CharGen文件夹中找到你导出的头模,保存一个副本(防止操作失误)。 第二步:在Outfit Studio中打开保存的头模,删除除FemaleHeadXXX外所有的头部部件。然后导出为OBJ,注意导出路径不得为英文,关闭项目。 第三步: 加载预设(BS的新版本汉化错位,显示为“载入装备”),打开原版(vanilla)的Enhanced Female Head Mesh文件夹,选择femalehead.nif。新建滑块,点击铅笔按钮进入编辑模式。导入之前保存的OBJ文件,可以看见滑块最大值已经改变为你的捏脸形状。第四步: 退出编辑模式,载入装备,打开CITRUS Heads版本的Enhanced Female Head Mesh文件夹,选择femalehead.nif,然后选择滑块-应用所有滑块。拉扯滑条到最大,可以看到我们载入的模型同时产生变形(原理和身形转换一样)。导出为nif,保存。 第五步: 使用NifMerge,左侧载入第四步导出的nif,右侧(目标)载入racemenu导出的捏脸模型,选中femalehead这一项,点击“Merge to target”。提示面部不对应,无视(此方法不能用于直接替换发型,切记切记)。 将转换好的捏脸头模放回到SKSE/Plugins/CharGen路径下,覆盖原文件。进入游戏,接下来要使用Racemenu。打开你的人物预设或捏脸的游戏存档,在滑块中将“脸部部件”切换为Citrus Head,进入雕刻模式(顶点编辑),导入我们之前处理好的模型。导入之后眼眶和眉毛部分有明显的破皮问题,属于正常现象(Citrus Head的基础模型和原版不一致)。使用雕刻工具进行修复。完成后即可保存预设,重新导出头模(如果有其他modding的需要)。
我的心里是崩溃的 首先,我的起点是哪里呢? 有一天我接触了一个新游戏,突然间拥有了制作随从、捏脸、汉化、BS等一系列超能力,于是开始产出Mod,慷慨地分享给所有人。这样所有人都能幸福了。 除非我是活在梦里。 17年的时候,英语不好的我在高考前夕很艰难地翻字典、查资料学语法,用机翻一个单词一个单词的对,用了整整一晚上(从22点工作到第二天2点左右),在天际公民上传了第一份汉化,之后才开始慢慢了解社区里的一些其他东西,渐渐掌握modding的技巧。我正式上传我自己的随从是在18年。 虽然在公民的时候有过很多不愉快,但我至今还记得智子当年的口号“重振被3dm搞垮的国人的声誉”。 公民18年的时候就已经被人通过DDS攻击和举报(有预谋的甚至还给管理员寄过威胁信)方式,关门大吉。然后我坚持到了现在,但是看看昨晚我发的帖子,和今晚我在首页连续碰到的两个从3dm下载盗过来的我汉化的资源的帖子,我突然感觉坚持这么多没有什么用。 我为什么抗拒无授权转载这种行为呢?……其一是对制作mod引用资源的作者们的copyright的尊重,有些资源(如brows)允许你使用他们的资源,但是限制你留在nexusmods;其二是我很清楚这些盗版网站的手段,早些时候我还差点点给他们吹成日本人,之后投诉的时候还被以此为由侮辱过我。我个人非常讨厌炒作这种行为,东西做的好不好,如实表述大家心里自然有数。其三就是允许分流给这些盗版网站,带来的流量会支持他们进行更多的盗版行为和攻击新兴的其他论坛,即便我已经不明面上表示反对,我依然是不支持这些盗版网站的。 这几年我花了不少功夫在吧里和n网上,不过我也是真的——没有看到很明显的变化,甚至吧里带有违反吧规性质的讨论主题的严重低俗化我都没办法有效制止。昨晚和自己Twitter上的关注者讨论了一晚上这些事情,我反而越来越觉得迷惑了。
创意俱乐部项目:100点数的奥术套件内容介绍 100点数的CC项目,包括两件专家/大师级长袍的改色(五个等级的附魔),和16个上古卷轴4法术书dlc中的新(冷饭)法术。上古卷轴5天际特别版的正版玩家拥有100点赠送的CC点数,如果尚未使用,可以用来获取这个项目。同时官方有时也会推出白给活动(我领了好几个了)。 法师长袍的获取方式: 从法师商人(宫廷巫师和冬堡学院)处购买,或随机出现在地牢奖励中。 法术书的获取方式: 从法师商人(宫廷巫师和冬堡学院)处购买,或随机出现在地牢奖励中。或通过任务“失落的图书馆”,一次性获取所有法术书。无尽火焰Unbounded Flames: 单手持续施法,连续丢出火球,同时制造持续燃烧区域。无尽冰霜Unbounded Freezing: 单手持续施法,制造小型冰霜风暴,对靠近的目标造成冻结效果。无尽风暴Unbounded Storms: 单手持续施法,制造一片闪电风暴,对周围目标造成闪电伤害。玛拉之怒Mara's Wrath: 单手施法,附带驱散术效果的火焰斗篷。希斯塔昂之傲Pride of Hirstaang: 单手施法,召唤一只熊,同时给自己提供增益。绞杀术Strangulation: 单手施法,这是一套等级法术中的初级法术,制造一个链接从目标上持续吸收生命值。(四代可以在安维尔法师公会买到)元素之耀Elemental Flare: 单手施法,这是一套等级法术中的初级法术,投射出闪电和火焰,对爆炸范围内的目标造成双重法术伤害。奥伦的水栖逃生术Orum's Aquatic Escape(饶了我吧这名字太难翻了): 单手施法,使自身隐形并且拥有夜视和水下呼吸能力。芬里克之邀: 单手施法,短时间内隐形并且在这期间能打开一个专家级以下的锁。 **符文Paralysis Rune: 在地上放一个符文,让靠近的目标全部瘫痪。
测试2 (1) 维威克:阿祖拉魔神嗷,康康你领的那几个怪物,莫不莫人不人的,就你还要抓我嗷,跟你讲来维威克城大街,指定没你好果子吃,别让我看到你,看到你你星与月都给你扯下来 (2) 维威克:阿祖拉,阿玛莱西亚和索萨·希尔来哀伤之城了嗷,你们师徒三人对我们师徒三人,来小索给他们整个活儿 索萨·希尔:草(放出达格斯乌尔) (3) 维威克:(喘气)达格斯乌尔,有什么事冲我来,你放开我同事阿玛莱西亚和索萨·希尔,你等着嗷 尼瑞瓦因:你别去 (4)哈孔:我说,龙裔哟,快叫瑟拉娜来救你,快点大声求救啊,你的养分现在真的只剩下一点点。如果你向她求救,我就饶你一命吧。用她的养分来代替你的。 来吧,快把她叫进这个大厅,我会饶你一命的。 瑟拉娜:这个城堡怎么回事,怎么好像有人住在里面一样。 抓根宝:(喘气) 哈孔:快点叫他啊,你看,她起疑心都不肯进来。你们之间关系没那么好吧,跟她说“快来救我就好了”。 你想死吗? 抓根宝:(喘气)如果我把她叫进来…… 把她交给你的话…… 真的会……放过我一命吗? 哈孔:(得意)诶嘿……是啊我可以答应你。用她的养分来交换你的。 叫啊……快点叫她进来…… 抓根宝:但是我拒绝。 哈孔:什么?! 抓根宝:我抓根宝最喜欢干的一件事,就是对那些以为能胜过我的人说NO。
【情报】创意俱乐部7月更新“精灵猎手甲”书籍汉化 任务名为:“Once a Hunter(曾为猎人)” 这次的书籍接上次的“锻莫锁子甲”中的“绯红德克斯其八”,是这本书系列的第七卷。 汉化还在进行中,今天差不多可以完成。 原文如下: The Crimson Dirks Book Seven by Gathers-the-Coin The assassin's trail stretched further into the woods. Aesrael took the lead, with the Argonian and the Bosmer in close pursuit, following the thread of tangled brush and loose mud. As he knelt to study the tracks, a hint of jazbay bloomed on his tongue, a side effect of the Night-Eye that the mages could not explain. The tracks seemed to pause around a great oak tree, as if their owner had stopped to rethink his method of escape. Thumbing the crook of his chin, Aesrael listened for the footsteps of his fellow bandits, not wanting to turn his head. The assassin was close. Hours prior, the night began with a toast. A courier had brought news of merchandise coming in from jobs in the Highlands and the Gold Coast. It was the first sign of charity Stendarr had showed them in months, ever since the guard and the East Empire Company had taken a special interest in squashing their operations. With all their leads dried up, the Crimson Dirks were left to sacking caravans and petty thievery, the kind of work they were willing to do but always resented. However, with this latest news their coffers would be as full as their cups. In addition to obtaining a cache of valuables from a Daedric cult, they had raided warehouses holding enchanted swords from Anvil, Colovian furs from Chorrol, along with crates of silks and fine robes weighted with perfume. In order to launder the goods, the bandits, led by the Dunmer scribe Casival, made contact with a merchant noble, knowing he had connections across Cyrodiil. That night, they solidified the pact over a flask of wine and a gourmet feast. It was a landmark occasion for this group of rogues and misfits, to be legitimized in their dealings by a class above their own. At that moment, the end of the Crimson Dirks might've seemed like the furthest thing from reality. Now, with Casival wounded and the merchant dead, it seemed almost inevitable. "The trail ends here," Aesrael said, motioning to the trunk of the looming oak. "Maybe the tree ate him," quipped the Bosmer, his Argonian partner Pale-Eyes trailing behind him. "You jest, Ehlhiel," replied Pale-Eyes, "but in this one's village, there is a story of a Hist, corrupted by magic, that would kidnap and devour the hatchlings." "Okay, I have to ask," the Bosmer replied, "Why are there so many stories about monsters that eat children? Are parents so inept they have to constantly frighten their young into behaving, or are children really that delicious?" "I feel like as a Bosmer," countered the Argonian, "you would know better than I." "Quiet, you two," warned Aesrael, "He's here." Aesrael knew this was no time for banter. He could feel the taste of jazbay dim in his mouth. The Night-Eye would not last much longer, and when the spell snapped, their eyes would be ill-adjusted to the sudden darkness. The assassin knew this as well. He had counted the seconds left in the spell and baited them to this point, where the long trees shrouded the moonlight. He had wagered on the fleeting light in the eyes of his pursuers, knowing his had yet to expire. He knew that blinded by the night, the Altmer would raise his hand and use the last of his magicka to recast the spell. And in that moment, he struck. The assassin's dagger aimed for Aesrael's neck, slicing at the seam between his armor. He knew the Elf's left arm would be occupied by the spell casting, unable to guard his naked artery. And when he fell, the others would turn to his falling corpse, giving him ample distraction to kill them both. All of this seemed as academic as the death of the merchant, the one whom just hours ago they had failed to protect. And yet, inches away from its mark, his dagger was stopped cold. The assassin tried to wrestle it free, only to find it clenched in the Altmer's fist. It was a feint. The Elf had raised his hand, but never cast the spell. Dropping the dagger, the assassin leapt back, having given away his position for no more than a bloody hand. Aesrael and the others rushed to subdue him, but he was far too quick. With his remaining dagger, he slit his own throat, taking the secrets of his masters to the grave. "So, who wants to explain this to the boss?" Ehlhiel quipped, trying to lighten the mood, "Because I've got a list of about thirty people I like to blame in situations like this." "There are no words that can justify the depth of our failure," Aesrael grumbled, wrapping his wound, "we lost the merchant and his killer. Casival is wounded. But perhaps, despite all this, we can learn something from the corpse." "An assassin this skilled," remarked Pale-Eyes, "must work for the East Empire Company." "Worse," said Aesrael, examining the cut of his armor, "it seems our merchant friend was dealing with more than just bandits, but the Thalmor as well. Because this man we killed isn't with the company. He's a Spectre." Ehlhiel's face grew dim with the implication. It was one thing to make an enemy of the guards in the city, the East Empire Company, the Clan Mothers and even the Great Houses of Morrowind, but this was altogether different. It was not the size or strength of their foe, but their knowledge they feared, and the Penitus Oculatus were spies of the highest order. If the Empire had been tracking the merchant's dealings, it was only a matter of time before their identities would be discovered and shared with all who opposed them. The only question was, how much time was left.
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