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7/29/2013 11:43:38 PM
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Skyrim Stories

I recently went through quite an amazing encounter in skyrim which inspired me to start this thread. It starts like this, I was walking through dreary old Morthal (where nothing of interest really happens) while on my way to Ustengrav. After resting in the local tavern I headed out one quiet morning to continue my venture. Some of the children were running about playing tag, and the other villagers were either working or shopping. When just then a guard shouted out, "By the Gods, dragon! Everyone inside NOW!" I looked around and noticed the villagers taking heed to the guards orders and rushed into their respective dwellings. Then I turned my eyes towards the sky and saw not one but two ferocious lizards in the heavens. One of them was a baseline dragon and the other was a blood dragon. At level 18 this frightened me as how could I defeat two of the beasts at once?! Luckily, the normal dragon fled either because of his brother or because he knew better. But the blood dragon, lacking the cowardice of his brother decided to swoop down and attack the town! The battle raged for several minutes between the Hold guards, Erik the Slayer and I vs the dragon. [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgDQ8OMUYNg[/url] After sustaining some casualties and Erik was knocked down and the dragon at a little less than half of his health, he decided to cancel his attack and retreat. He flew towards the snowy forest near the border of the town. I tried to chase after the serpent but obviously wings travel faster than legs and I lost track of him in the blizzard that rolled in. I had thought I was victorious, when suddenly... [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFfIEenip_A]BAM![/url] The drake decided to return to face me one on one! We then duked it out on top of the ridge on the outskirts of Morthal, his voice against my own, his gaping maw against the blade of my dwarven greatsword. The battle was damn near epic proportions! I hacked and slashed as the foul worm sought to char my skin black with his fire breath. He took to the skies one last time and landed in the village near the Jarl's long house. I ran to the edge of the ridge overlooking the town with the dragon just down below, put away my spells of healing, jumped down to face him once again, pulled out my greatsword and made one final charge. The dragon had been defeated and his soul was now mine. I put away the greatsword then continued to ustengrav as the villagers ran out to gaze upon the beast that once terrified them. My friends these types of experiences are what make the elder scrolls games so great, I can't really say any other game has compelled me to write a story about my own struggles within the game. I am very eager to hear some of the tales you guys are willing to share about Skyrim.

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  • Edited by The64thMarine: 1/13/2014 9:59:17 PM
    (Night time) After killing the fake emperor and commander Morro of the pentalus octalus telling me my mistake, I am standing cornered on one of the battlement towers of the city of Solitude. They run towards me to kill me and I stab the nearest one to me and take the only option, risking my life by jumping off of the top of the battlement wall and landing, injured on the grassy slope outside of the city. The front doors to the city open and more guards approach me. I set off and dive into the water. I swim down as far as I can go and swim south along the seabed with my experienced Argonian swimming. I breach to the surface of the glistening water,breathless. Without looking back I start sprinting into the darkness of the marshlands and don't stop running until I get to the cover of trees, and slow down slightly, until I am out of the hold. I check the stars and calculate the time of a few hours as the time it will take me to limp, wounded, across the marshlands and to my manor hall safe in the neighbouring hold of The Pale, also known as 'the old boot'. I can't risk being seen in this current hold for a while now, and I will have to go into hiding in my manor, to heal. Luckily it's stocked with all the supplies of mead and food that I could need, and all the comforts in Tamriel. And, with the thought of comfort in mind, I set off for a grizzly journey across the marshlands. If you bothered to read all that, thank you, although I just wrote it on the spot, despite this all happening to my Argonian over a year ago now. :)

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