Skyrim, traversing the land I came across a lone horse on a hill side. I investigated, only to find the owner being beaten into a pulp by a band of Forsworn! I picked a number off with my bow, but the crowd was closing in fast. I shouted Unrelenting Force, [i]Fus Ro Dah[/i], and to my surprise the majority instantly turned to ashes! I had apparently mastered and boosted that shouts ability to a greater deal than my wildest dreams!
After taking one or two out with my trusty sword and shield, I approached the body of the old woman, late owner of the horse. She had on her a note or a map, not sure of which. I took it upon myself to finish her quest, upon her horse of course. But then, a straggler Forsworn archer leaped from behind a boulder, and barraged the steed with arrows. I cursed his existence, and plunged my sword into his heartless chest. That day, like many, I continued on foot.
I also have a tale of when I became level 80 :)
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Please share that tale! Also, my story seems a lot less exciting than yours. Wish I could remember some more...
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Take no offense! A tale is a tale. Level 50, I believe I was, when I stumbled upon the fearsome challenge of a dragon. He oddly refused to attack, so I began. Hacking, slashing, stabbing; I gave him my all. Nay, he did not fall, and he did not retaliate. A glitch, it seemed, had given this monster IMMORTALITY! By the Nine Divine, I peered into the sky above. The Gods were smiling on me. I spent hours, even days, cutting into this deathless-pacifist abomination. And behold, the fruits, I gained the privilege of reaching level 80! I left the dragon, there to rot. I had no further use of him. I was after the greatest dragon of all...a Legendary dragon! Achievement unlocked! I later returned to my beloved Ysolda in Whiterun, our lovely Breezehome, when I towering stranger approached me. The Ebony Warrior, he was named. He wanted to fight. He wanted death. I gave it to him. And...my adopted son Hroar found himself a pet Skeever *cringe*